Side Show Bob Novels & Stories

"Wait, what?" Mya climbed onto the stage in front of the DJ booth and began to dance with a lethal, sultry grace. She was far more captivating than any of the club girls they had seen earlier. Tom stared, mesmerized, but his shock only grew when Bob returned with Emely. Bob was now shirtless, his broad chest on full display. "What on earth are you guys doing?" Tom asked, flabbergasted. “I’ve been violated! She stripped me, and I couldn't even fight back!” Bob joked, though he looked somewhat dazed.

Sandy had to admit, Bobi was so handsome and had this alpha relaxed rizz that seemed to get her back on her groove. She tried to push herself up, her arms shaking. "Bobi... I don't know if... I don't think I can..." "Shhh," Bobi silenced her, reaching down. His hand was so large it practically covered her entire ribcage as he hauled her up to her knees. "I didn't ask what you thought you could do. I’m here to show you what you will do." She was gagged. Damn, Bobi was hot! The Richness in his deep voice made her pussy squirm and all she wanted to do was let loose and let him fuck her disrespectfully.

When Bobby said that, his expression obviously showed that he was merely teasing Zayn. However, Zayn smiled blankly and deliberately put on a startled expression as he responded, “Wow, Odd Bob, how did you know that I was the chairman of Violet Vision?” Bobby immediately punched Zayn on the chest and scowled with a smirk on his face as he said, “F*ck you, you narcissist.” Zayn blinked his eyes and said, “What’s the matter, Odd Bob? Why can’t I be the chairman of Violet Vision?”

I said moving quickly to the black porsche, I opened the back door putting on keg inside, I turned to face Bob who cocked an eyebrow at me. I smiled, “ You cleaned up nice,” I winked at him, admiring him from his slicked black hair to his outfit, I have never seen Bob wear a ripped jeans before. It made him look bad and boyish. During those four months, Sophia must have changed his dressing. “ Sophia really took care of you.” I teased him wiggling my eyebrows at him.

He wasn’t trying to spend hundreds of dollars on being a shill on a double date. “Look man, when I called Bobbi and told her that I found a date for her friend Saturday night, I suggested Season 52, and she laughed her head off. I knew it was a long shot, but I tried anyway.” “What do you mean, you knew it was a long shot?”

Seeing how stressed I was he tried to lighten up the conversation by smiling and saying, “Ok, cool where is the liquor at? If you need him here that’s how you do it. Apparently, he really likes Jim Beam, so let’s start with that.” All I could do was laugh after that. It’s been a couple of years since Robby has had any liquor, because of the “Bob” problem. One shot is all it takes, and Robby is gone, but “Bob” is too good at playing Robby. Nobody knows the difference until he has drunk a fifth or more, than “Bob” drops the act and is total darkness and evil. Picking at me and picking at me; trying to get me pissed enough to switch myself to Orna. I’m not going to lie, just Robby can drink, he

His eyes widened when he saw my bleeding body. “You’re insane,” Bob said, keeping his voice hushed. This only made her laugh even more. “Yeah,” she breathed. “So, what if I am?” Her voice grew seductive. “Want to do something about it?” “Gladly,” Bob responded. She frowned and turned to him in time for him to lung towards her, knocking her against the wall. She was stupid to think she could overpower Bob; though she looked like she enjoyed his attack. She moved her body, so she was pressed against him, and her leg was wrapped around his waist. At first, it looked as though he was about to have sex with her. But then, he knocked the knife out of her hand, and I watched it clatter to the groun

The space was empty except for the long couch standing in the middle. "Mr. Blakes…" "Why are you here, Bob? Right at this moment? You know, when my boys first told me they saw you lurking around, I knew this wasn't just some coincidence. So tell me what I need to know, or…" Jack corked a gun and aimed it at the back of Bob's head. "Answer my boss, old man, or I pull the fucking trigger!" Lifting his hands in surrender, Bob dropped to his knees. Every strand of hair on his skin stood firm. Trembling as he searched for words to say, Syntia's voice tumbled out.

The sound of it is so ferocious, so alpha, that Bob hesitates reflexively, dropping his arm for a moment, before he grits his teeth and gets ready to take another swing. Kadeem's voice cuts through the air again. There's a sly tone to it now. "Something just occurred to me. I can't help but wonder, Bob... how good of a show do you want me to put on?" Kadeem's gaze locks onto mine, a familiar twinkle in his eye. "Dally, what was that Broadway thing you were belting out the other day?" Dally.

Pat chuckled. “Well, folks, you heard it straight from Pat's mouth," Bob announced. “Well, Bob, are you excited for the next few days on this stunning beach in Hawaii?" Pat asked. “Yes, sir! I've been trying to subtly convince my wife to consider moving here, but she's not budging," Bob confessed. “You've got to make it seem like it's her idea. It works like a charm, Bob," Pat advised. "Alright everyone, let's kick off the day with our first male surfer, Axel Robbin. Axel is a standout in his division, competing against five others across the country. Pat, how many divisions do we have this year?"