Frank N Furter Novels & Stories

Safety first was always part of the plan. Melody watched the shadow of her closest friend. He had shifted quickly while Melody had stomped up the steps and smashed her fist against the door. Hiding the sounds of his bones popping and rearranging themselves, at least a little bit. The air was still, then Melody heard the sound of the house creaking as someone moved through it. Then he was there. Frank. His hair looking greasy in his now deeply receded hairline as he stumbled out the front door, holding a clear liquor bottle of some kind like it was his tie to earth.

He fled out of the club as if all the demons of hell were behind him. “You couldn’t let me have just one?” Sal grumbled at me, frowning. I grinned and slapped him on the back. “Spare your strength and your blade, Salvatore. We still need to visit our friend Frank.” *** Frank lived alone on a small farm outside Surrey. He’s never been married and lived a very private life. We arrived there and it struck me that everything was eerily quiet. There was no movement, and all the windows and doors were closed. “Seems like our boy Frank isn’t at home.” Sal said. “Maybe he skipped out on us. Twenty million is a lot, Boss. The temptation was too much.”

There is no way he cN change into an animal. "Ok. Fine. Just don't run away please." He says sounding defeated. "Ohhhkayyy" I sing. He takes of his shirt and pants. Well this is my kind of show. He goes for his underwear and I snap out of it. "Wow,what the hell are you doing." "I don't want to rip my clothes. These are CK's." He say pulling down the piece of clothing. I turn my head quickly but not quick enough as I catch a glimpse of his man meat.😂

The room went dead silent. Garrick froze where he stood. His mouth opened, closed, then opened again. The color drained from his face. For a long moment he just stared, like he was waiting for Ronan to say he was joking. When nothing came, Garrick rubbed a hand over his mouth, eyes wide. “Fuck,” he whispered. “You’re serious.”

" I looked at Anne and then at Frank. He did as he was told and shuffled over to stand in front of me. "That's a good boy, Frank. Now you can come. Now I want to see you spurt your cum." Anne said. Frank looked me in the eye, almost as if he was looking for permission to continue. I gave him the slightest smile of approval which he instantly recognised and now, almost beyond control, pumped himself a last few times before shouting, "Oh my God!", with which he started to ejaculate. The first spurt of spunk flew into the air and landed on my shoulder and the sofa. The second and third both landed directly on my chin and dripped onto my T-shirt. The rest of his come flew onto the floor and down

Playfully argue about who will find the best 'piece of ass. When we finally stop it's in the parking lot of what appears to be a warehouse. We get out of the car and I pay the fare before turning to look at the building again and the near full parking lot in confusion. "It might not look like much but I promise you it is worth the money.” Patrick states with confidence. "Are you ready to have the night of your life man?" Frank calls out as he comes up to us. Frank and I have become good friends which I was unsure would happen since he is a member of the Guardian Pack.

Her face lit up instantly. "Since your husband instructed the guards to block everyone from entering here, I could only come up with this," Frank said as he rested the paper bags on a glass table in the center of the living room. Sarah laughed very hard. Not just because of what Frank said but mainly because of his heavy costume. He looked so domesticated and ordinary in the black apron and very different from his usual appearance. Frank was a fashion freak and always paid close attention to what he wore and how he wore them.

“No, like who was it? Rohmer! He did Fu Manchu around then too and hung out with them.” “Well, isn’t that something. How much?” “Thirty-five.” A complete rip off, but the proprietor’s hippy funk began to overpower Jon’s gag reflex. He threw down the cash and retreated with his prize. Mutterings by the old man about this “slacker generation” and kids who “had no respect” and were “dumb as shit” followed him out the door.

Frank smiled sinisterly at her, advancing slowly. He wasn’t the scruffy man he was when she met him. He wore decent clothes, hid his hair under a fishing hat and wore clean boots. He could have been mistaken for any normal dad. “Lindsey! Are you still there?” Luther blasted. Lindsey swallowed, “Yeah.” “I said put it down now.” Frank ordered. Lindsey tightened her grip on the phone. “Tell me where you are now. I’m on my way.” “I’m—”

she adds “Oh. I get it now” “You must have been put here because you didn’t take the test” “I’d still be here anyway. I’m hopeless” i say with a chuckle She chuckles too “I’m Urna” she says “Hello Urna. Pleased to meet you” i say with my most posh voice” an we both burst out in laughter “I will burn your faces off if I hear but another sound from you” the girl in the eye mask between our beds spits.