Hustler Stories Novels & Stories

She was looking over my shoulder at the same wall and reading some of them softly under her breath. “Hmmm, look at this one,” I said. “This person seems to have described our date last week in perfect detail.” It was a story about a woman who liked to be spanked and punished. “I like this one,” Carrie said, pointing to another. “I really think we should try and work this one into our next date.” The story was about a couple who arranged to act like strangers and meet up at a trashy bar and pick each other up. There were long descriptions about them fucking in the back of the bar as the guys playing pool watched and stroked their cues.

As he was about to lay his hands on me someone punched him and I raised up my head to see Luca standing there with anger written all over his face as he punched the man until he started bleeding …I snapped out of my trance and held Luca away from the man… “Fucking Bastardo”the man said as he scurried away I turned and saw Luca still staring at the man in front of me .. “How'd you find me “I asked looking a little bit shocked “This is my club and one of my guys spotted you coming here alone,what were you thinking…he could have raped you..”he yelled I flinched but looked at him with anger in my eyes… “You can't just come over here and start yelling at me like I'm your property or something lik

Clark tried to figure out the situation after a minute he said, 'Did we make a big mistake? After three days of that incident, the another case came in sight. It's a case of suicide again, in the hilly region of De Minje, A man around 37 years jumped from the hill. The case is under Clark and Patrick again. They both reached there, other officers and ambulance were already there. Patrick was checking the place around the hill and Clark was inspecting the dead body... 'The hell is happening...' Clark was shocked to see that the man's body has no wound and not a single scratch after jumping from the hill, 'Hey! Kid come here, I'm sure you'll be shocked too.' Patrick came to see what's going on

Five years ago wasn’t just streets and survival. It was structure underneath chaos. Deals happening in rooms with no windows. People who didn’t need to raise their voice to control everything around them. And I got pulled into it when I thought I was just surviving. Keisha watched me like she was trying to find the version of me she used to trust. “What did you do, Malik?” she asked softer now. I exhaled slow. “I cleaned up something I should’ve never touched.” My phone rang. Unknown. We both saw it.

Jefferson laughed, finding it funny to think what kind of fight the two of them would have; he couldn't wait to see it; it must be hilarious. Getting information from Max was as easy as turning a palm. He answered all of Jefferson's questions without feeling strange and suspicious, without asking him back. For example, about their business. It turns out that apart from drugs, gambling, and casinos, Homer also runs several brothels. Homer sometimes checked on those places, but he rarely went to brothels. Hugo often went to their brothels; he had some favorites, but it was not for the job. He came to have fun.

Rachel winked, “It was my ultimate test and you endured it. I don’t care if my friends say I’m a liar when I’m telling them I’m a virgin. I know what’s the truth.” “You’re the prettiest virgin, I should claim.” Hugh lost his early on from a hooker. That portion of the avenue 20 minutes away from his family’s old home had been known as a “Slut’s slot.” One night, walking in the area coming from a drinking session among college buddies, he bumped into one who asked money from him in exchange for a quick sex. He only had a student’s allowance but it was enough. He was shivering and couldn’t recall if he truly enjoyed it. The whore, as he suspected, was faking it. She’d be accused of flapping if

I pointed out. Hannah rolled her eyes skyward. “Even he would understand in a situation like this” I sighed, suddenly feeling very tired. “I think it’s better if I leave” I made to get up, and she clasped her hands in front of me, “Okay, sorry, I just wanted to get that out of the way,” I sit back down, “Now I found some other interesting g stuff, turns out your hubby is a notorious business man,” her voice lowered, “There are some rumors of him related to mobsters and doing business with illegal corporations.”

I replied and they all just look at me. "She's supposed to be a good story teller since she's a writer." Rustin stated. "But you made it sound like we had a one-night stand and I you got pregnant." "Well, we had sex and I did get pregnant." I replied. "Still sounds like we had a one-night stand and I knock you up." Rustin laughed. "What you want me to tell them how many times we had sex? I have no idea. I don't keep track of those kinds of things." I replied.

Then again, tonight was the first time I actually tried to fuck a woman. “Now, I need an answer,” he says, cutting through my thoughts. “You tried to distract me. It didn’t work.” “Why?” I ask. “There are so many guys out there who are easier. Guys who are actually gay. You’re wasting your time on me.” “I like a challenge.” Of course he does. This is Blaze, the stripper, the biker, the guy who takes what he wants. I’m getting distracted again, caught up in my own fucking head.

Chapter 12 Zariah’s POV The city looked different when you were hunted. From the backseat of her car, Zariah watched the blur of lights streak past the tinted glass. Manhattan had always felt like hers; its chaos, its greed, its hunger. She had conquered it piece by piece, built her name into its skyline. But tonight, it pressed in on her, suffocating. Every corner, every shadow whispered of eyes watching. The scandal in the newspaper hadn’t died down; it had festered, mutating into rumors that spread faster than truth. Anonymous tips. Secret meetings. Investors pulling out one by one. A carefully orchestrated sabotage.