I'm Dirty Dan Spongebob Novels & Stories

Because the person staring right at me, wearing a slight smile that didn't reach his eyes, was the last person I ever wanted to see again. Grayson Holt. “Hello, Rosie Posie.”

He wiggled his eyebrows at me while his eyes twinkled with amusement making me blushed and shook my head. "Walaykumsalam, morning! My dream was blank, no need of flattering yourself. I would rather dreamt of SpongeBob than dreamt of you," I playfully sneered at him, playing with my fingers. "Wow, that's nice and cool. I know you are obsessed with SpongeBob; I think I will have to compete with it now. Thank Allah, not with Tom and Jerry," he fake- gasped, holding his chest in a painful manner. "Your food is on the table," I said dismissively, trying hard not to laugh.

“Wait when you say leader, you mean the goddamn boss of the Italian Mafia, as in the most powerful man IN THE ENTIRE FUCKING WORLD!!!” At the end of my sentence, I was literally shouting. Okay so maybe I was overreacting a little bit and maybe I wasn’t being completely honest with my shouting because I wasn’t mad that he was mega powerful, like I’m sure that’s like a super threat or something, but since I’m not involved in the whole Mafia world thing, I could care less if he was the goddamn king of all the mafia’s.

He asked me. "Yes, but it's fine. I'll be done soon, anyway," I answered and resumed scrubbing the floor. I did my best not to look in his direction since I felt awkward because he was too close to me. Besides, I am sweaty, and it is so embarrassing to face him looking like that. This feeling is worse than how I felt nervous whenever Sir Daryl approached me. "If you're uncomfortable, just take off your clothes," Danrious said, shocking me. What a perv! I widened my eyes at him, but his expressionless face did not change, so I just went back to cleaning and scrubbing.

“What’s wrong with looking for SpongeBob?” He’s fighting a smile. I can see it in the way his mouth twitches. “Nothing, if that’s your thing. I’m sure I could find you a SpongeBob centre. T-shirts. Balloons. A life-sized mascot, too. Just say the words and it’s all yours.” “No thanks,” I say, pulling down the sun visor and flipping open the mirror. I check my reflection and, thankfully, my anxiety didn’t melt my mascara. “I’m more of a Squidward girl.”

He called, I came to where he stood and took the phone. DAD. I answered the call, “Daddy, hi.” SpongeBob still played on the TV in contrast to what was about to happen.

Gripping the foamy sponge tightly, I scrub my body, working it over every inch of me in an attempt to rid myself of every ounce of filth till I'm red and left neater than a babe. Dirty. So fucking dirty. Each stroke is harsher than the last when the sponge bloated with water and soap meets my skin, the color of the water changes- no longer as transparent. Refusing to allow myself the pleasure of indulging in the bath more, I rise and drain the tub, wrapping a towel around my body.

“I had to. I’m very dirty.” “How dirty?” “You won’t believe how dirty I am.” “Oh yes, I will,” he says reaching for the sponge. He pours soap on it and drags it across my breasts, under my arms, on my stomach. “The dirtiest area is between my legs.” He laughs. A lovely rumble that comes from deep inside him. He runs the sponge quickly over my crotch. That is surely not the way to clean something very dirty. “Nah, that’s not going to work,” he says.

“You’ll laugh.” “I won’t. I swear.” I tugged on her fingers to get her to look up again. Finally, she lifted her gaze, still looking rueful before she mumbled, “SpongeBob.” “Shut the front door!” I widened my eyes. “I watched that too.” Covering her mouth, she laughed before sighing out her pleasure. “Of course you did.” “No, I did. Seriously. Caroline helped me be Patrick for Halloween one year.” “Oh my God!” She pointed, her eyes going wide. “I was Sandy.”

"And, I feel that he's the one for me." Most of the time we watch SpongeBob, I do most of the watching. Bruna does most of the talking. Just as I'm watching the cartoon and she's blabbing something about Josh being her soul mate, we hear a shrill scream. We hear the scream a second time. It's next door. Troy's house. We both rush and thank God the door is not locked. We are met by a furious Troy and a scared snivelling Jenna. Jenna is on the floor and Troy is on top of her, clenching his fist.