Hustler Novels & Stories

My black fitted tee coming in view. The guy looked at me with an emotion I had known for years, lust. Tsking, I stretched my muscles, producing a pop sound. The crowd roared again making my body twitch in excitement. Taking a step closer, I saw his face filled with scars. A tattoo leaked out of his collar---Black rose with snake. “Back off girl or you’ll lose a limb.” He hissed. "Name?"

looking back at him in the form of the overweight men gorging on fats and red meats before them. Riffraff seemed to be in awe of the other waitresses that moved about with the food in their hands. Whether his interest was in them or the food remained to be seen. His thin rat like appearance and ghastly pencil thin mustache and faustian goatee had been off putting as it was but the layer of grime on his skin from his lack of bathing had been even worse. Gunner and Rooster began their usual banter about the good ol' days when riding with Fitz Kenneally and all the trouble they got up to in their respective youths.

His eyes remained on me for more than a minute while I gave a cold smile in return. I was finally standing in front of him. I took out her hand for a handshake and without further ado, he took his hand out and gave me a handshake. “Shekinah Usher ” I introduced myself He smiled and did the same, my handshake firm and professional. “Adrian Alero ” “ Please have your seat” he said, sending a signal to the waiter. A little too nice I felt Adrian was for a man that was fuming with annoyance a few seconds ag

he said, his face flushed with anger. ”Are you jealous?” I asked with a little laugh, my voice low to block someone from hearing us. He aggressively turned me to face the wall and bent me over. “Ethan, please not here,” I said, but he didn't listen. He raised my skirt above my waist and pulled my pants halfway down my thigh. He slid something that looks like a hearing aid into my pussy. “You better not pull it out, you have to come begging.” he said with a grin placed on his face and exited the convenience room.

Two can play this game. I balled my fists, swallowed my frustration, and pushed open the door to the motel’s dingy lobby. The stale air hit me first—cigarette smoke mixed with old carpet and something faintly metallic. Behind the counter, a woman barely looked up from her phone. Her name tag was scratched and faded, her uniform wrinkled and a little too tight. “Welcome to…” She waved a hand vaguely in the air, not bothering to finish her greeting. “What do you want?” Her voice was flat, disinterested.

The newcomer was the most powerful gangster in Brownsville, Drake Hughes. He was big and tall, bearing a striking resemblance to a comedy character from an old movie. As a result, he had the nickname Big Silly Hughes when he first started out. However, as he continued to rise up the ranks, no one dared to mention that insulting nickname again.

From force. Controlled force. Not messy. Professional. His stomach tightened. “Too clean,” he said under his breath. That wasn’t random. That wasn’t street-level chaos. That was planned movement. He exhaled slowly through his nose. Then pulled out a second phone. Not the one Keisha knew about. Not the personal one. This one was different. He stared at it for a second before unlocking it. One contact. No name. Just a symbol. He hesitated. Then hit call.

Tears pool in my eyes as the harsh realization of being a slut to a man who's betrothed to another woman dawns upon me. "Cat caught your tongue, bitch." She leans closer and presses her lips in a sinister smile,"Listen to me for your own good, Anna Harris, that's what your name is, right? After all your video is the most watched clip on the internet in recent days. You amaze me, Harris but you can never satisfy an insatiable man like Hunter Storm. He's a beast when it comes to sex, he'll demand you in kinky ways, fuck you without a mercy even if you're dying and throw you out like some contagious rag once you quench his thirst. He has done it milion times before you or me and he won't stop f

someone in the crowd murmured in astonishment. “Euphoria Lounge is the most exclusive entertainment venue in Hattan. I heard it’s backed by one of the city’s top families! This whole place is their turf. No one dares to mess around here. That guy is so arrogant! He must have a death wish!” People whispered and cast skeptical glances at Dustin while shaking their heads. He did not look like someone important. If anything, his disheveled appearance made him seem down on his luck. What kind of idiot would pick a fight at Euphoria Lounge?

They all nod eagerly as they followed me out of the ballroom. Walking down the hallway, "Pardon my manners beautiful ladies, I forgot to ask for your names." I tell them. The laugh, "Well it's alright. I'll introduce myself first." The brunette said. "My name is Hailey Stan, My dad's a congressman and I begged to be his plus one as I'd never seen an actual prince up close." She said her cheeks pink. "Well now you've seen a prince up close and you may even get to be much more closer to him." I tell her my voice dropping an octave.