Gloves Off Novels & Stories

Out of the blue, Neve queried, "Miss Helma, there's something I've always wondered. You say morticians ensure dignity in death. If the role is so noble, then why the gloves? Is it a sign of revulsion or apprehension?" Neve posed her probing question with an almost deceptive innocence in her eyes. Helma, looking squarely at the host, clarified, "Gloves serve a dual purpose - to prevent any bacterial transfer to the deceased and to shield ourselves from potential contaminants. An unchecked bacterial spread can cause unsightly post-mortem discolorations." Helma had just wrapped up her thought when Neve, feigning innocence, chimed in, "Oh, I see. So, are you genuinely apprehensive about the bact

Gloves. My heart pounded. “Take off your hoodie,” he said. I hesitated. “You okay?” “I’m just… scared.” He leaned in close, resting a hand over mine. “I’m not going to hurt you, Lana. Unless you want me to.” My stomach flipped. I took off the hoodie, leaving me in a soft tank top. He guided me into the chair, gently pushing my hair aside. His gloved fingers brushed behind my ear. “This spot’s gonna sting,” he said. “But just for a second.”

“I will be very careful not ever to piss you off.” Under the cover of his body, I quickly remove the bandages from my hand. The pain is instant as I stretch my fingers. The skin is still raw and red, breaking up in several places when I open my palm. A silent cry leaves my lips, followed by curse words, as I bury my face in Jason’s chest. “Why did you take them off?” Jason whispers as he laces his fingers through my hair. “I thought…” It hurts when I close them and even more when I open them. “I didn’t want them to be suspicious about my gloves.”

he said, reaching over and taking my gloved hand in his. I could see the mischievous glint in his eye, so I shocked him by just shrugging my shoulders and saying, “if you want.” Joel’s eyes widened slightly at my response, but he didn’t let go of my hand. I reached over with my other hand and turned the main light off, the only light now coming from my small bedside lamp. We lay facing each other in silence, our hands still connected. “I hate gloves,” Joel mumbled. “You can take them off if you like, but you’ll have to move about two feet that way,” I said pointing behind him.

I hurriedly added, not eager for another cunt whipping. The gag tightened again. Gary slowly negotiated the hooks, one by one, starting from the bottom, removing the tiny shell of decency I had brought with me, until the last hook popped free an my heavy tits swung down. Gary grabbed them, bouncing and slapping them a few times, as the guys murmured their approval. "Get rid of the rest!" Chris ordered Gary. Gary found the zippers on my gloves, and managed to unzip one down to the cuff, but was stuck at the tightness of the leather around my wrist.

“None for now.” After the call, he sat down and adjusted the disturbing cross bag that was on his neck. He unzipped it and brought out his hand gloves. He looked at them and discovered that they were not getting old. Likewise, he had hoped that it would be a good reason to discard them and that his grandfather would not be offended. However, he positioned his device where he could monitor his office. Then, he put on the hand gloves, dropped his phone into the bag and began his work.

He was never this caring which was strange. "I can do the job and I will do the job," I assured more of myself. "I hear you," He snickered. My entire body was equipped with the best knives we had at the base. Apart from my all black attire i had a face mask and gloves for finger print protection. The gloves was not the type to ease of the cold in my hands. I pressed my lips together as i looked up. For some reasons I felt nervous. Rodriguez's phone dinged and I stared at it.

He had it opened in just a few seconds. “You sure there’s no traps or anything we should look out for,” he said, moving in. “I doubt he was that smart. Plus I’m sure he didn’t plan on dying,” I said, feeling around for the light switch. Everyone had on gloves, hairnets and booties over their shoes. We looked ridiculous but we took this shit seriously.

But time is of the essence. “As long as she doesn’t have a wolf and isn’t squeamish. I don’t care.” I told Markus before I told him to leave. I dropped my scalpel into the boiling water and laid down the only pair of clean gloves I had with me. I grimaced, as they weren’t even sterile ones.

I undo the strap of my glove with my teeth. He inhales sharply, sucking in his lower lip between his teeth. “You know what you’re doing to me, don’t you?” I blink at him, then the gloves, only pausing to think about my actions for a few seconds. Without any other word, I turn around, letting the gloves drop to the floor. His chuckle reaches me by the door. “Don’t forget, Off the record resumes.” I tell him before slipping out of the room. Inside the b=master’s bedroom, I rest against the door. My heart is still very loud.