Hand Job Story Novels & Stories

A hand has grabbed my hair so hard, it feels like its going to rip it off. I yelp, my hands shooting from my ears, to grab unto the hand, dropping my phone in the process. Then I realise its a man's hand. More correctly, a goon's hand. He has a knife in his hand, and a crazy look in his eyes. "Die." He says, lifting his hand to stab me. With unshed tears in my eyes, I hold his hand. Despite the pain I felt while he tugged painfully at my hair, I pushed his hand back as hard as I could with all my might.

"What do you think, what the hell are you doing? And then some more guys came out from the garage. Patrick smiled and said, 'This is your final destination, I heard of you and your gang, you guys have been killing people for money and now this is your chance to pay it back...?' The old man's one hand was already cut by someone earlier and this time another hand's loss, whose hand has no more useful hands now said to his friends to show the power of their swords, "You guys aren't paid to see each other's faces, go fight this bastard." And here they go, all of them shouted together, "How dare you cut off our boss's hand?" And in just one blink there was blood all over on the street spread, som

The same voice that told me lies. I stared at his hand. I saw the little scar on his knuckle. The one from when he cut himself cooking. I saw the way his fingers curved. He was left-handed. He always used his left hand for everything. Those were the same hands that held me. The same hands that touched my face. The same hands that held Sophie too. My throat got so tight I couldn't swallow. "Miss Hart?" His smile didn't move. It stayed calm. Easy. "I promise I don't bite. Not the first time we meet, anyway."

One of them suddenly grabbed Justin's hand and placed it on a table, while another one produced a knife. "What are you doing– Ah!" Justin screamed in agony as he watched his little finger getting chopped off. Blood spurted out, and in a matter of seconds, his little finger was gone. His eyes widened in disbelief at the sudden loss. Then, the henchmen released Justin. "Ah!!" Justin clutched his right hand with his left, wincing in pain. "Mr. Justin, do you have the money now?" the boss asked with a sinister smile on his face.

Stefan circled around, clearly unwilling to sit next to me, and squeezed in on Amber's other side instead. He chatted animatedly for the entire drive, smiling as if nothing in the world could touch him. "Strangest thing," he said with a laugh. "A few days ago, my hand suddenly hurt so badly I couldn't even play piano. My manager panicked and said these hands are worth millions. We ran through a bunch of top hospitals." He raised his hand and flexed his fingers. "Then it just healed on its own." I watched his hand in silence. 'So this was 30%. Then what will 65% feel like?' The thought had barely formed when a massive truck veered straight toward us.

I kept my fingers crossed. "In other words, you didn't get the job, right?" Dad spoke slowly. "Yeah, but ... " "But what?" Mom asked gently. "I have a job now. I just started today, as a history researcher." "I'm confused. Will you explain what really happened Gian?" Dad asked firmly. "Well, Miss Murphy introduced me to this ... um ... writer. Yeah, a writer, a very famous and respectable one. I'm sure you know him, dad. Um, he's doing some research right now, and I'm very lucky to help him."

he explained to her as she give him an attentive ear. "So what is the work he is doing?" she asked him again. "Well I thought him how to hacked into people's account. How to get money we don't work for and Handy being a fast learner was doing very great in it than I expected. I also thought him how to shoot gun and do so many illegal things well you can't blame us for it we are all finding a means of survival but one thing I never knew is that all what I thought Handy he will end up using it against his father until the day......."

My hands trembled as I unbuttoned his shirt and without hesitation, I began wiping the stain off his chest. My hand moved down to his stomach, which was well-defined, and there was silence all around me. I couldn't hear anything. Suddenly, I realized my hand was empty, and it was actually my own hand that was now touching his firm abdomen. As soon as I heard his stifled groan, I quickly withdrew my hand and apologized profusely. What did I do? How embarrassing!

Thеn hіѕ hаnd wаѕ оut оf mе and mу іnѕіdеѕ felt so еmрtу! Apparently hе had аррlіеd more lubе to his hand аnd arm and thеn hе rеturnеd іt to my аѕѕhоlе, juѕt bаrеlу touching the swollen rіm. "Lеt mе dо it thіѕ time," аnd I nоddеd оk. I watched аѕ hіѕ hаnd rе-еntеrеd mу аѕѕ, then аѕ more аnd mоrе of his аrm disappeared іnѕіdе. I соuld feel еvеrу іnсh оf іt as hіѕ hаnd рrоgrеѕѕеd thru my rесtum аnd іntо mу соlоn, ѕtорріng only whеn hіѕ elbow reached mу аѕѕhоlе. Thеn hе ѕlоwlу рullеd all the wау out аgаіn and ѕtаrtеd bасk іn...hе wаѕ lіtеrаtеlу fuсkіng mе wіth hіѕ arm!

I tell him looking at him in the eye, Fingers comes in with a briefcase, a black one and it reminds me of the one I stole. Now I know that all that money is what they collected from these people. “Is it all there?” asked him and he nods. “All here.” He confirms and I nod. “Good.” He stood up and I hear the man sighing in relief. Shame, if only he knew. “Hand,” I say and Fingers is quick to grab the man’s hand and placed it on the steel table. I bring the chain saw to life and chop the man’s handoff. He screams in agony, and I moved away.