Pink Suit Filthy Frank Novels & Stories

Ian stood in front of me, arms crossed, a knowing smirk on his face. "I should fire you," I muttered. "You should," he said casually, slumping into the couch at the corner like he owned the place. "But then who else is going to keep your dirty little secrets?" " They’re not fake," I said tightly. Ian raised a brow. "Aren’t they?" I didn’t answer. Because yes...technically, they were forged. Fabricated. But I had to do what I did to get what I wanted. "She doesn’t need to know," I said finally.

And I couldn’t control myself to stay quiet anymore. “Unghhhhhh” “Damn, you like it when I say dirty things don’t you?.” I couldn’t talk. I was out of breath. “Finally, someone that gets me. Your sister doesn’t like it when I talk dirty, you know. But you, you're perfect for me. My perfect little whore” “Unghhh,… Ahhhhh….” “Yes baby, just like that. Let me hear you moan like the perfect little slut you are”

Sammy looks at me with concern as I brush my long hair for the last time. I don't look nearly as good as when Phoebe styles me, but I think I did a decent job with the glittery black jumpsuit I went out and bought with The Devil's money. The girl at the cosmetics counter gave me some tips and my make-up is minimal, so I still look like me, just a tiny bit glammed up. "I think he needs a kick in the balls, don't you?" I smile sweetly at her as I tie my high-heeled sandals.

IVANA “You’re going out with Titus James? Like on a date? Or out out? Or just as friends?” Sussy’s eyes bugged out of her head. “And you didn’t invite me?” I paused from applying my mascara and looked at her incredulous expression in the mirror. “Come right on into my room, Sus. It was okay. I only might have been naked, or you know, masturbating or something.” “That’s gross.” “So is your obsession with Dirty J.” I gave her a sarcastic smile and went back to my makeup. “But no, it is not a date.”

She unbuttoned tow buttons from her dress shirt, revealing her bouncy cleavage. "I want you to go to Frank's office and ask him what he wants from me," I winked at her. The look on Anabeth's face was worth it. The horror on her face satisfied me. Everyone at the office knew Frank, he was a whore, the only director I knew who wanted to get into everyone's panties. And let's just say that Anabeth knew what would happen to her if she let Melissa make her way to Frank's office; her joke would backfire big time.

The bathroom was empty, all marble and gold, the kind of place where people came to fix lipstick, not get ruined. I barely had time to check the mirror before the door opened and Julian stepped inside. He locked it behind him, eyes burning. “Hands on the sink,” he said, voice low, no patience left. I obeyed. My palms pressed against the cold marble, my breath fogging the mirror. He came up behind me, crowding me with his body, his hand sliding up my thigh, under my dress, pushing my panties aside with rough fingers. “You want this,” he whispered, not a question. “You want everyone out there to see you come back with your lipstick smudged, your dress wrinkled, my marks on your skin.”

What in the fucking hell? “What did you say?” She blinked. He answered when his hand slid straight up her dress, two fingers plunging into her creamy cunt without warning. Zinnia gasped sharply, a needy little whimper escaping her throat as he stirred the mess inside her. “Fuck, he really filled you up. How could you let him wreck this innocent little pussy. You're such a bad girl Zinnia. Bad, bad girl.” The filthy words sent a fresh gush of wetness flooding around his fingers.

She bowed her head looking at her fingers at she thought of what to answer. “I Didn’t know you liked getting your fingers buried in your cunt, moaning my name like a little slut.” Her thighs clenched hard together. Ethan saw it, the way her knees pressed inward, trying to trap the fresh pool of wetness between her legs. He smirked. “You’re doing it again. Squeezing like that’s gonna hide how soaked you are.” Maya swallowed. “I… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean…” “Bullshit.” He stepped closer.

I warn him, and he chuckles, saying, "I know, Little Greene. And I made you dirty so I don't care about it. I just want to hug you. " "We still have to get out there, Sinclair. The two of us shouldn't reek of sex. " I complain and he pulls back a bit, his hands hanging around my waist, "I don't care if I do. Makes it all better. " He winks and I roll my eyes, but I'm unable to hide the smile on my face. "I think you made that clear, but I'm serious, Sinclair. I'm dirty. Move. " I snap and he groans before reluctantly stepping away with a pout on his face.

She can't afford getting a hickey, Mr Reagan will surely find out she went to pleasure another man once he sees it. "Um sir" Pink drew her reply. "Can we get down to business now? We can talk about that later?" Pink requested. Mr Williamson smiled bringing out his head from her neck. "Yes my sweet baby, Pink, let's get down to business, shall we?" TBC