Side Show Bob Novels & Stories

I raised my head, blinking at Bob, hoping he would get the message. “Bob, if you’re also trying to pick something from my brain for this problem…Umm… I’m sorry, but I don’t know how to help you.” I breathed out, wanting to tell him if I wanted him to pick something out of my brain, I wanted him to get the tumor. I pressed my lips and waited for what Bob would say. Bob let out a sigh in frustration, picking the sexy black silk slip lingerie. He held the tiny shoulder strap and showed it to me.

He seemed to be a nice guy and Beth started to let him in on what she likes and why she was showing him her pussy. " So Bob, I'm really glad you liked watching me play with my pussy. I get incredibly horny having someone watching me when I expose my body and play with myself. We were here a few nights ago and I had a guy jerk off and cum all over my tits. He even got a little on my face. It was incredible! Do you think you might like to do something like that with us? We intend to come back around seven this evening so I can masturbate and have someone watch and maybe help. It could be you if you're here and Doug parks on the side of the building. It gives us a little privacy to do what we l

"Could you please keep it down?" Before Jay could reply, someone behind Bob reprimanded Bob; clearly, their conversation was affecting the person watching the fashion show. Bob bit his lip and restrained himself despite his frustration. Jay said nothing in turn, and kept his eyes on the fashion show as if the mention of Zoe didn’t faze him the slightest. Up front, Cordy was still watching the fashion show seriously until a certain male model stepped up to the catwalk halfway through. All eyes in the room seemed to lit up as they focused on his towering, handsome frame and his sharp gaze.

She hadn't forgotten about 'them' just yet. "Oh. Very well" Bob paused to say with a seemingly delighted smile. " I see you fancy my appearance, I'm glad I put a lot of effort in" He said as he sat. He must have noticed the expression on Val's face when he showed up. " Heh" Val chuckled softly at his words. It wasn't until this moment that Val noticed another, quite good-looking, man holding a briefcase behind Bob. " I must admit you look stunning yourself " Bob commented. Somewhat eyeing Val deliciously.

He then called towards backstage, “Come on out, Bob Hayes!” The audience clapped. I gaped in horror and outrage as Bob sauntered out onto the stage. If looks could kill, the glare Barnett gave Bob would’ve downed my ex-husband then and there, but Bob didn’t seem to notice. Instead, Bob shot me a look like the cat who had the canary before sitting down on the couch. “Thank you for joining us, Bob,” Thaddeus said as the applause died down. “Thank you for having me, Chuck,” Bob said.

So I said nothing. He chuckled and leaned against the wall. “You won’t find him tonight. But I’m here if you want to talk... or plot revenge.” I turned on my heels without another word. Bob was dangerous—but not the same kind of dangerous as Ace. He was clever, charming, and unpredictable. And maybe—just maybe—that made him even more dangerous. And the fact that I didn't want to admit how handsome he was... being good looking might be a thing in the family. *******

He had been smart enough to know that it would have been an evidence she could easily use to expose what he did to her to the world. Bobby looked down at her and scoffed. "Of course, beautiful. Or do you think this would be the end? Oh my," he clicked his tongue pathetically. "Don't dream too much and just wait for my return, okay? In the meantime, you should gather as much of this from wherever you had gotten it from." He waved the check at her. "Till another time, Mrs. Robertson." Bobby sarcastically added, bowing his head slightly for more emphasis on his sarcasm.

I'll show you a good time tonight. He gestured at the red lingerie laid out on the bed. It was little more than a few scraps of fabric and had originally been intended for Ivy. Bob's eyes roved over Heather's body once more before he grinned and stalked out of the room. He ordered a few of his henchmen to keep an eye on Heather, just in case she and Ivy tried to get up to any funny business. He wasn't going to let them escape, not after his previous advances on her had failed!

"It is just that Bob is off in Richmond, fucking one of the counselors tonight." I was floored. Not Bob! Surely not Bob! Bob was cool. "Are you sure?" I asked like a stupid person would. Of course she was sure. That pain I saw in her eyes was real, not speculative. "Of course you are sure," I went on sadly.

The moment I see him, my palms start to sweat, and I clench my fists to keep from running back to my trailer where I can crawl back under the covers and pretend this isn't my life. I use my fingertips as a visor. “Hey, Bob. Working tonight at the showroom?” Bob has a part-time gig impersonating The King at one of the local lounges. Apparently, he's pretty good. According to a rumor among his employees, he's got an adequate singing voice, but I've never heard it, and I don't want to. If I went to see him perform, he'd take it as some warped invitation to come on to me for real. With a swivel of his hips, Bob chuckles. “Marcella, what do you call a Muslim Elvis impersonator?”