Side Show Bob Novels & Stories

I kissed him too, slow and deep. Behind me, I felt the first guy grab my hips again, pressing closer, his lips brushing against the curve of my lower back. My body was buzzing—electric with attention, with Bob’s presence just behind it all. I thought this was the part where he’d end the show. Claim me. But Bob just stood, watching me with a curious glint in his eye. “Is that how a tease shows appreciation?” he asked, one brow raised. He called me a tease, not a slût.

I wanted to drink. But I shouldn’t. I needed to be sober to watch what was mine. I picked up the phone with my good hand, the other still wrapped in a now blood-soaked towel. I opened Bob’s chat. “Don’t take your eyes off that guy. Especially while he’s near Luna.” The reply came seconds later. “Got it, boss. I’m watching.”

If I agreed, I played into their hands. I was trapped. I closed my eyes for one second, then I opened them. “Fine,” I said coldly. “We will have your ceremony.” There was relief on their faces. Then, I looked directly at Bob. His dress had shifted slightly when he leaned forward and there was a bruise on his arm. “What happened there?” I asked casually. He stiffened. “Where?” he asked quickly, pulling his sleeve down. “Your arm.” “It’s nothing. I hit it somewhere.”

Bob knew Tony was a strong swimmer, but too much time had passed. “Where is the bastard? Ok… I won’t go in.” Instead, he leaned further over the edge, eyes scanning the shifting water. A shimmer caught his eye — like sunlight refracting. Toni watched him silently, hope flickering in her chest. “Babe,” she whispered, “be careful.” Bob dipped his hand into the water and playfully splashed it at the girls. Xian squealed. Toni frowned. “See?” he grinned. “Only water.” But he wasn’t watching the water.

“I get it; I just think that’s also really sad because you are good guy Bobby.” “I can be, but that’s something that very few see actually. I mean, showing that just isn’t something I do. I don’t pretend to be something I’m not, but I do have walls up and no one gets past them.” “Usually.” He had to smile because that was true. He wasn’t sure how, but she had and he wanted to show her the real Bobby. “Yeah, usually. Then this wacky bartender who is hot as sin and has an unbelievable ass caught my attention and all I want to do is be myself around her. Odd how that works huh?”

Along his back, a spinal ridge glowed a shifting kaleidoscope of colors. Bob grinned, flashing rows of teeth. “Lookin’ good, Carolyn. Betcha kick Michelle Kwan’s ass any day.” She scowled. “Piss off, Bob.” Bob spread his hands. “Aw, come on. Don’ be mad. The spell worked, didn’ it? Got what ya wanted, a big ole’ wet one, right on the lips!” A leer stretched his rubbery face. “Didja get any tongue?” “Bob!” She kicked the ice. “Not cool!”

Bobby, a black- American, tall, rugged-looking man, with dreadlocks was seen returning her smile. “Hey,” he said to Alice, and she motioned for him to get in. They were just a few feet toward the couch when Alice asked, “Do you have the information ready?” She had been waiting for him to get back to her since noon. Bobby’s brows furrowed slightly when he heard her words. He hadn’t thought that the information would be the first thing on her mind when they meet. He had been thinking that he would get to have sex with her, and also try out a new kink.

Bob was the boss of Skyspring’s underworld… How could anyone not feel fearful at the mention of his name? However, the fact that a person like him was actually so obedient and respectful to Mr. Yarde was simply shocking. Kayson gave Bob the order to locate Tristan before he got a room for Devon to rest. Then, he headed upstairs to meet Zidane. Bob worked efficiently. His subordinates located Tristan in a club and knocked him out before bringing him to Bob’s place right away. Tristan shouted after regaining consciousness, “B*stard! How dare you do this to me! Do you know who my backer is?

Henshaw was some kind of magician that poured colors in the darkness of the room. “Let’s settle down please, thank you,” Mr Henshaw said and the room grew quiet. “Alright, let’s start with the pressing issue on ground. Bob,” he adjusted his glasses as he signaled at Bob who had a disturbing smile on his face that made everyone question his sanity. “Are you alright, Mr Bob?” Mr. Henshaw threw the young man a sincere look of concern. “Perfectly alright!” Bob smiled. ‘They don’t know what they’re about to hear,’ he chuckled to himself as he motioned towards the platform to share the information with them.

"Oh. You don't need to be scared. I am bobby. But you can call me B for short." I smiled. So cute. What I noticed was that he had that Australian accent when he spoke. "Ariel," I said giving him a handshake. He also said hi to Taylor who was busy scrolling her phone. "Let's have coffee after work," Bobby suggested "That won't be necessary." A familiar voice said and I knew who it was immediately. Treasure. I turned. We greeted him. "Ariel is watching the stripping show with me tonight at the Blooms bar." He said.