Pink Suit Filthy Frank Novels & Stories

Frankie smirked. “Looks like the queen,” Frankie said. “Pours like the devil.” We left as the rain thinned. The city glistened like a corpse just washed. At the bar, I unlocked the door and breathed in sawdust, citrus, and ghosts. Frankie swept corners. Luca turned on the office feeds. Men in suits arrived two by two, all smiles and bulges under coats.

Pathetic. I returned to the club, of course. This time I was wearing something from my closet, something I had never worn before and something I hadn't sold. It was the one thing I probably wasn't going to sell until I got a chance to wear it. It was light, nudish pink, almost the same color as my skin, but sparkly. With plenty of cutouts showing all kinds of skin, enticing people to touch and sample. I shivered at the thought of whose mouth would end up where, worshipping me the way I deserved.

"Oh, I'm only nineteen. I can't—" "Wrong answer," Frank chuckled. "Either say, 'Sure' or 'No, thanks.' Don't let your age be that excuse. Got it? No excuses, ever." Mark nodded and grinned. "How about this: Isn't it a little early for a beer?" He raised an eyebrow and once again crossed his arms in front of him. "Perfect!" Frank said, giving a single clap of his hands. "Now, she's going to need you to really eat her pussy once you get her undressed. How are your pussy-eating skills?"

“I was starting to think you’d forgotten about me. You’re a week late.” I stepped inside, ignoring the way his eyes raked over me. The small, cluttered apartment is as filthy as I remembered, littered with empty beer cans and dirty clothes. I could barely suppress my disgust. “I didn’t forget,” I replied, my voice flat. “But I’m not here to hand over your usual allowance.” Frank’s eyes narrowed, a hint of annoyance flashing across his face. “Then why are you here? You know the deal. I keep my mouth shut, and you keep the cash flowing.”

She moaned, pushing back despite the sting, the fullness strange and intoxicating. He finger-fucked her ass methodically, adding a second digit, scissoring them to loosen her. The squelch was filthy, her body betraying her with fresh wetness dripping from her pussy. "Fuck, you're opening up so good. Beg for my cock in your ass." Irina's voice cracked, face buried in the pillow. "Please... fuck my ass. Make it yours." Satisfied, he withdrew his fingers, slicking his cock with her pussy juices by rubbing through her folds, then pressed the blunt head to her asshole.

He watches every second of it with an expression that’s half-wrecked, half-feral. “That’s it,” he pants, pushing deeper. “Take it all, baby. Fuck, your mouth feels incredible — you’re drooling all over yourself like a good little slut.” He pulls out trailing spit, and I gasp for air. Before I can catch my breath, he spits in my mouth. The warmth hits my tongue and something about it — the vulgarity, the ownership, how filthy it is — makes my pussy clench around nothing and a moan spills out of me.

“I’m not ready for another disappointment, I’ve been to Vegas and I couldn’t get much on him, what if this is yet another dead end?” Shane walks to my side and sits down on the bed next to me. “Since when are you the glass half empty kind of girl? Chin up my sweet friend, if this guy has anything to hide, you’ll be the one to take him down, you’re just that good.” He gives me a reinsuring smile, "You look stunning by the way. Now stand and give me a spin." I start to laugh at his request but obey the command. “Hell yeah!!” Shane starts to clap his hands enthusiastically as a bright smile paints his face

Author Pov Hazel’s eyes flickered in fear when she took his whole frame in check. He looked so damn messed up. The buttons of his shirt were undone leaving only one button tied behind. The strands of his hair were falling over his bloodshot eyes. He licked his lip gulping down like he was clearing his throat to say something. A sharp strong smell of alcohol entered her nostrils. She scrunched up her nose in disgust. He knew she doesn’t like alcohol yet he always reeks of it.

dad explained. "I'll take care of everything. I'll find this woman; do you know her name?" I asked my father about it. "She's Unice Venixe," dad replied, and I chatted with others from my gangster days on group chat. Unice’s PoV "I'd like to get this casual dress with a light pink design," I told the Sales Clerk assigned to that division as Ace watched the sales lady assist us in the changing room. I put on the pink dress I had chosen and examined it in the mirror from left to right to see if it fit my figure correctly. Ace sat waiting for me to finish wearing the dress as I opened the changing room door.

Patience never suited me. “I have my pussy ready to store that fresh stack if in case you’re willing to pay in advance,” She fucking winked at me? Fuck, that's gutsy. I removed my cufflinks, rolled up my sleeves, album in my hands, resting my back on my oak office chair.