Party Pete Regular Show Novels & Stories

Only the elite of the elites, get to eat here. “But How? i hear reservations have to be made eight months prior.” I say as he pulls the door open for me. “You heard right little lady.” A new voice responds from behind us. I find the owner and my eyes bulges. “Jake? Jake Feathers?” He winces whilst Vaughn laughs, “I dropped Feathers a while ago. It’s Jake Payne now.” “Yeah, I saw that on your official website. I don't why I said Feathers instead of Payne. How???”

“Trust me, you won’t need these tonight. We need to do a quick facial, nails, and brow shaping,” Pete said. “I had a spa day a few days ago,” I said. “Ooh, those girls? They don’t do a good job to my standard. Just let me pamper you.” Sitting in silence, I closed my eyes, letting Pete do his thing. “All done,” Pete said. “Now up next is your hair, your crowning glory,” he said, smiling. “Maria and Joe, it’s your turn to work wonders,” Pete instructed.

Press not allowed inside either and for that, we have a conference room where Dad and Mike will release all the information they see fit. I have my dress being delivered with my shoes to the hotel where we are having the event. My hairdresser and makeup artist will meet me there. Mom is getting ready with me. I am treating her to a spa afternoon. She deserves it. “Ready?” - Peter asks walking into the kitchen and grabbing himself a coffee. “I think so, I just need to put my shoes on” - I reply and he walks out with his mug of coffee. We became quite good friends and Pete is a nice guy. He served with Ethan and Jonny. He is a couple of years older than them. He is in his forties.

"You act like you know it all, Amber. You're so brave to talk like that to your master now." Amber smiled. "Uh-huh. You know, owners should sometimes learn from their pets. By the way. I still have something to say." "What is it?" "Come closer," she said. beckoning Matthias to move closer so he could hear what she was about to say. Matthias leaned in, waiting for Amber to finally say what she wanted to tell him. "From now on, you can call me whenever you feel sad or whenever you need someone to talk to."

She lifted her small hands to the lady with her five fingers spread apart. "You're back again?" Willy, the store owner we met a week ago, smiled at me. I backed away as he moved out of the register to join me. His towering height was unbelievable. He offered a hand to me, which I accepted to shake. I held my breath at how his huge hand engulfed mine. Our skin complexion was a great contrast. I shy away at my pale skin. "We're here to get her first puppy. Mr. Bello decided it's better to adopt than to buy a pet."

As he does, we talk about nothing in particular, but I find that it is pretty easy to keep a conversation with him, but even then, when I know I shouldn’t, I’m looking around, spotting Grant, and wondering if he’s annoyed by what he is seeing, and when I see that annoyance in his eyes, I want to push him even more. That’s why, I dance one song, two, and then three with Terrance, before finally deciding that I needed to rest. “Should I grab us some drinks?” Terrance asks as I find a seat. “What will you have?” “Water,” I tell him, knowing that alcohol is off limits for me. “I’ll take a bottle of water.” Even if I was giving Terrance the time of day, that didn’t mean I trusted him. I knew how

This was one of them. Now St Just sighed and shrugged. He hugged his little Pet to his body and said softly, “Whatever you wish, Pet.” * Jamie sipped awkwardly at a drink that someone had thrust into her unwilling hands. Sadie had greeted her, eyes dilated and Jamie realised with a slow shock, that her friend had changed so much in the months that she had not been in touch with her, the days when she had been grounded and her only contact with her friend had been a call in the evening. Pappa had issued strict orders; no using the phone, he had declared firmly.

“Thank you, guys! This is so great! Gwen, you really didn’t have to do this. “Come on, you know I will find any excuse to throw a party.” Grace smiled and her favorite type of music started playing. She squeezed Gwen’s arm in appreciation and made her way to the punch table. “Congratulations on your promotion, sis,” Corne said from the corner of the room. “You almost made me proud.” “And you almost made me happy,” Grace laughed. “How’s business going?” “It’s running, like a tortoise, but hopefully it will beat the hare one day,” Corne shrugged. “What can you do? Some you win, some you lose.”

His mind wet wild. He ate the pellets then approached the dog in the crate. “Wait, aren’t you -” “Yes, I am Pete, Chunky, the Chow Chow is my mother.” He said before Polly could finish his sentence. “And you are Polly, right?” “You remember me?… I never knew you know my name.” “I knew it was you ‘cause I notice that leg.” Pete pointing to Polly’s left leg with his snout. “Do you, ahhhm… do you…” Polly couldn’t contain his excitement. He had so many questions in his mind that he did not know which one to ask first.

Holding them both tightly, she smiled, "Mmmm...this makes me happy...you know?" "I know baby girl...me too," Pete said. Then wrapping both hands around my cock, she admired it and made eye contact, "I'm happy I have both of you here...you guys do such good work...but I want more!" "That's cool...because we're not done with you, baby girl," swatting her ass. Why don't we give Pete a good show...with some doggystyle?" He grinned, "Always one step ahead...and thinking of me."