I'm Dirty Dan Spongebob Novels & Stories

you know, the same old shit a Mr Crabs would do while a workaholic SpongeBob did the hard work. I guess I was SpongeBob. I was a workaholic. I was usually if not always the last person to leave the bag and it had soon become a norm with everyone comfortable about it. I for one, wasn't bothered though, it's not like I had someone at home to go to.

There is water, dirt, and flowers mixed in with the broken pieces of the vase. He asks, “Who did this?” I shake my head because I honestly don’t know, we all shook our heads. He growls making the room shake and scaring me even more and all of their heads bow down. Then in a very low and deep voice, he says slowly, “Fine since none of you want to rat the other out! ALL of you will get a whupping that way I know that I’ll get the right one!” GASP DID HE SAY ALL OF US?!!? Oh no… Oh No! But I didn’t even do anything! He looks at me and my stomach drops, “Come here, Abijah.” All of my cousins gasped looking my way. And I knew I was in trouble then because he always calls me by my nickname, Snuggl

As I began cleaning my body, the sponge was taken out of my hand. My breathing stopped and I turned my head to look behind me, my eyes meeting a pair of dark ones. Slowly the sponge started rubbing against my back. Soap trailed down my back and legs as the water washed it away. My back was still facing him, blocking his view of anything but my ass.

Like I’ve finally found out what I was made for. They let me clean up. Stand under the spray while the evidence washes off my skin, down the drain, out of sight. But I can still feel them inside me. Can still feel the ache in my pussy, my ass, my throat. The pleasant soreness that says you were used well. Someone hands me a towel. Someone else gives me a hoodie – massive, smelling like cologne, MITCHELL printed on the back. Darren’s hoodie. “Keep it,” he says when I try to give it back. “Looks better on you anyway.”

I murmured quietly "What did you just say" he asked "Nothing sir" I lied "Then pay up already I've got no time to waste here" he said "Well, actually sir I don't have any money on me right now, I mean not even a dime, but you can take me away if you want I'm a good cleaner, in fact squishy clean is my middle name" I said to him grinning like I meant every single word I said, well I can't believe I just said that anyways "Squishy Clean" ewww that's horrible I said to myself.

He shoves me back in and stares at me. "What was that?" I open my mouth but it hurts to speak. I gulp more tub water, not even caring that it's gross. "Speak." I croak and wheeze until I can put together something close to a sentence. "Y-you'll drown me...c-cause I...puked." He considers me for a moment. "You were going to clean it?" No. I was going to run. I nod frantically, even though it makes me dizzy. "Good girl. Let's get you clean and fixed up." He grabs soap and I smell the scent of it, sweet and floral.

“You haven’t texted him back, have you?” I shake my head. “What am I supposed to say? Todd is the biggest dick I know, which is ironic considering his dick wasn’t actually all that big in real life, and now I’m here, back home with Mommy and Daddy, not sure what to do with my life. Though sitting here, eating my weight in junk food and watching trashy reality TV seems like a good way to go out.”

I didn't text him back, I just put it back inside my dress' pocket. "You also love 'Spongebob Squarepants' Belle?" "Huh?" I asked her back confused. Her voice was a bit loud and the boys around us also turned to her, especially Daniel and Alex. "Uhm.. yeah. It's kinda cute." I answered her having no clue on what was going on inside her mind. "Spongebob Squarepants.. uhmm.. yeah, it's kinda cute." She added a bit louder and I chuckled when I noticed the two men glaring at her. Are they having an issue or problem with Spongebob Squarepants?

Deciding to ignore her, I just rolled my eyes and put my phone back in my jeans. "Does she have a "like" syndrome? I heard it's deadly, especially for brain cells," It's a miracle! JerkAss actually said something right and bright. "MR. LANGSTON!" A shout came from the shop. We turn around and groaned when we saw it was the best friend of Sponge Bob, Patrick. -I made a joke. "Call me Reed, starfish." That's actually funny, "Mr. Langston is my father, the one with gray hairs and a lot of wrinkles." Now that's just plain rude.

Finally. Johnny, the little rascal, took the chance and curled like a puppy by my side. I shook my head but let him. It was barely past noon and we were having a SpongeBob marathon. Maybe it was my way of bribing him for the past few days, maybe it wasn’t.