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Tim nodded at us and smiled as he asked, "Have fun?" We both smiled and waved him off, as we began collecting empty bottles from the bar. The three of us tidied the bar and had just finished when John closed the doors and announced we were empty of customers. Everyone was exhausted, but we began our clean-up as fast as possible so we could all go home. Anthony and I went back to the "Fun House" since we had our area to clean up. After that, we spread out and cleaned the rest. Once the lights were on we could tell that there was very little to actually clean. We just wiped down the couches and rubber sheets, before checking along the walls for any sprays of cum.

Eeeeeewwww. Other than that, they all laughed most of the time while listening to the sexual and odd stories. Yes they made her cringe and want to puke, but they made her laugh too. “So, Saïda? Any story you can tell?” Alex mused. “None. Absolutely nothing. Eew,” she laughed and the others joined her. “She can’t say cuz her brother’s here,” Jenna laughed. “Even I would shut up if my older brother were here.” “True!” the others agreed in laughter.

I’d put up with Luca’s bullshit for three long years, and I was done. Ever since Mom married his dad, our house turned into his personal stage for every stupid, dirty joke he could come up with. Luca was twenty-four, cocky as hell, and thought he was the funniest guy alive. To me, he was just annoying.

“Clean it, sweetheart. Taste how your pussy juices look all over Daddy’s cock.” I turned around quickly, mouth open, and took him deep, gagging as he pushed to the back of my throat. I sucked hard, tongue swirling, cleaning every drop of myself off him while he groaned and held my head. “Good girl. Suck it nice and sloppy. Get it wet so I can slam it back into that stretched out hole.” When he pulled out of my mouth strings of spit connected my lips to his cock. He flipped me onto my back again, pushed my legs up to my chest and slammed back inside in one hard thrust.

"No problem. I can go for a month without eating or changing or doing anything other than killing zombies and helping the team." He patted his chest. "I won't hold anyone back." Well, he planned to only hold Vesper back and not "anyone" anyway. Uea kept his rich thoughts hidden. Vesper was quiet. He continued staring at Uea for a while longer before he turned around to leave. "You'll stink." "And I'll stink you to death." Uea's reply came faster than he planned. Vesper stopped. Uea's heart stopped. His lips moved, revealing a very large grin. "Ah. I was only joking with Vesper. Was that funny? Hahaha. I know. Everyone says I'm funny."

" He muttered frustrated to Lenard who looked at him feeling sorry for his friend. "Guy, forget about the cheating part! You guys are physically already separated. It's just papers that are left! Go out to a club and have some fun and get yourself a nice willing lady who will help you to get rid of your poor blue balls!! Trust me, you will feel much better after that!" Lenard said as both men got up to leave as well. "Hmm I'll see, aniways i have things to do! Tomorrow I expect some serious potential new clients so for now I just want to go home and relax and do some work at home on my laptop and then eat and sleep!" Justin replied to him.

A man hit by a car in New York in 1977 got up uninjured, but lay back down in front of the car when a bystander told him to pretend he was hurt so he could collect the insurance money. The car then rolled forward and crushed him I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!

“Who the hell cares? Don’t you see how much money it pays?” “Yeah I do. But don’t you think it sounds kinda weird? Cleaning maid wanted where? In the freaking attic? For a porn filming production? Or maybe even better; for a freaking weirdo who likes to watch women cleaning his house naked?” Her friend let out a hearthy laugh at the sound of that, the thought of his shy and all-too-innocent for this world friend prancing around butt-naked and with one of those rainbow-colored dust sticks making him double over with laughter. “Yeah well, say what you want but you’d be definitely killing it with that,” He commented, waving a finger to the length of her body.

He grinned, wiggling his fingers mysteriously. “It’s called ‘Story Fingers.’ You take turns telling a story, but here’s the catch—you can only speak one sentence at a time, and you have to include a finger count with each sentence. For example, I start with ‘One fox ran across the river,’ and then you continue with two of something happening, and so on. It gets tricky, and hilarious, especially after a few rounds.” Jaiyana laughed, already intrigued. “Sounds… complicated. But fun. Okay, I’m in.”

He leans forward and kisses my forehead, not bothered by the mess that is in my hair. Jake mutters something about him being clumsy when Caleb drops a spoon. Caleb responds by dropping another one on purpose. And somehow that small act, so stupid, so unnecessary, makes me laugh out loud. It’s the kind of laugh that escapes before you even know it’s there, the kind that makes everyone else laugh too. *** Cleaning turns into a kind of game.