Red Head On Shameless Novels & Stories

California became a past life I buried without a funeral and I didn’t even look back once. With no money, no contacts, and no plan, I was just a bruised girl with too many nightmares and a desperate hunger to start over. And starting over looked like walking into The Velvet Fang, a fancy Nevada strip club with velvet walls, bright neon lights, and filled with wealthy men who paid to pretend. Some cried, some lied, and most forgot my name the second they came. It didn't matter because I made them remember. They called me Red now, the only piece of my past I allowed to survive. The color burned through everything—the pain, the shame, the softness. Even my hair screamed it, dyed a fierce crimso

My eyes roomed round her body shamelessly, her white blouse clung to her body like a second skin making her pink bra stick out, I thought she was trying to seduce me like every other women who coming seeking for employment in my office but I noticed how tried she was standing in front of me and the sweat on her delicious body. She was the last female PA I was going to hire if she fail to impress me enough. We stood awkwardly now on the dance floor nobody making the first move . I never knew she was the one in the red hit dress when my friends dared me to dance with the women I thought was the most beautiful in the room. I wanted to argue with them but then I turned my face around reluctantl

And with those words, she strode downstairs. Redhead stepped out of the mob in turn, rubbing his bandaged head as he snapped, "You bitch! Don't you know who I am?! No one dares to holler at me in this place—just wait, I'll teach you some manners soon enough!" Frank arrived just then and strode up. "Teach who manners?" Redhead and his gang turned, their lust flaring at once as they saw the pretty faces behind Frank. Licking his lips, Redhead chuckled. "Keep your nose clean, brat, or you'd lose more than what you bargain for if your girls get caught in this!"

I slide my fingers down further, careful not to penetrate, but feeling my own wetness sliding down my thighs, rinsed away by the water like a dirty little secret I can never tell anyone. What’s happening to me? I’m not this kind of woman. Did Club Red change me? Or have I always been this naughty, but somehow kept these dark desires locked up with the key long since thrown away?

Should I push them and or force my way out? "I can't find your i*******M account. May you tell us?" "Are you free after class? Lunchtime is so short..." "I would like to know more about you Stella..." "How about a date? They said redhead gals are fiery. I wonder if you are fiery too when intimate." I glared at the shameless man who spoke the last sentence. But instead of correcting himself or reflecting from those absurd words, the man become enthusiastic and his voice got louder among the men.

Red kept on gasping, giggling together with her, teasing her, patting her shoulder, and smoothing her arm, reassuring her that the latter understood her. Which made Georgette a bit better, finding a new form of friendship, a companion in the character of Red. Her other self. “So you’re saying to me that you’re pregnant and you’re being shamed and shunned just because you aren’t married yet to your man? And your grandma thinks it is a crime to sleep with a man you love? That’s ridiculous! That’s madness!” Red reaction was priceless, walked in a circle then she ended up laughing so loud. “Oh, Good Gracious! That was a good one,” she was in teary eyes when she stopped, sensing Georgette being q

Heat rose up my neck, painting my cheeks and the tips of my ears in a deep shade of crimson. For one reason or another, I didn’t take compliments well. I found it hard to believe that someone saw something good in me. But I suppose that was probably of my mothers doing as well. I grabbed the sweatshirt, distracting myself by placing it on my lap, and pulling off the damp shirt I was wearing, but as soon as it was over my head, Shawn’s cheeks flushed as his eyes lifted from my lace bralette to meet my gaze, “I… uh… That was shitty,” he reached up, rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

I hated the guy when we were in St Leonards because he always walked around like he owned the place, but now he seems like a tolerable guy. I turn in my stool and take a swig of the newly ordered alcohol and a sigh from behind gets my attention. When I turn around to see who could possibly be sounding so depressing, I am face to face with a fucking sexy red head dressed in a pair of tiny shorts and a band tee. I spy a tattoo on her neck and a large one on her thigh and my cock hardens at the sight of it. She orders three shots and downs them in succession before ordering a glass of Grey Goose on the rocks.

“You’re a redhead?” She paled and gasped. “You weren’t supposed to know that.” I smiled. “Redheads are super sexy, T.” She shook her head and pushed me away when I stepped closer. Even my wolf didn’t take it as rejection. She was clearly far more self-conscious than I would have guessed. I supposed that was why she was a master of disguises, always hiding her true self, but I wanted to know the real Jasmine and I had sensed I really saw her out on that lake.

Valerie could do nothing but kneel there and ride out the woman’s orgasm, hoping Holly released her grip before she caused Valerie to suffocate. Just when Valerie thought it wouldn’t happen, Holly fell back onto the chair, sliding her hand off Valerie’s head. Leaning back, Valerie glanced up at the woman, feeling the redhead’s juices covering her face. Holly’s chest rose and fell with her heavy breathing as she smirked down at Valerie. Nodding, the redhead said, “You were right. She was easy to turn into a nasty slut. This is going to be fun.” Valerie felt her eyes go wide as she jerked her gaze over to Damien.