Sodapop Curtis Novels & Stories

“You heard about Curtis and Tessa?” “No,” King said, his gaze automatically swinging over to Tessa Mahoney as she served up shots to a table of rowdy types. He wasn’t too worried, though, because Curtis’ baleful stare clocked her every move. Curtis was protective of all the female staff at Curves, as per his job description of kickass bouncer, but seeing as Tessa was the love of his life, she got special attention when she was around the drunk and leering customers. “What about them?”

Sugary Goodness "That's not how it is supposed to work Mr. McCain. Yes... I know you had paid a large amount of money. Yes... but our girl is still free to decide. It is quite clear on the agreement sir. Let's see, how about if I set you up with a more suitable girl for you? I'm really sorry about this. Why don't you take Jaquelyn to dinner first, anyplace of your choosing all expenses are on us, as a token of our apology. Then if you deemed appropriate, she will replace your previous one? And I will take care of everything personally. Yes sir, I understand. I will set it up with Jaquelyn tonight. Thank you, sir." Damn billionaires! I finally ended his call. Mr. McCain was one of our top pay

“I think they invited me to join them.” “They would,” Aidan said. “They’re asking every woman who wanders past, so Jax sent Curtis over to keep ‘em in line.” “That’d do it,” Zoe muttered. “He’s mega-scary.” “Scarier than King?” Jo asked, slurping the last of her Cosmo. “‘Cause I can’t imagine anyone scarier than King.” Zoe considered her question seriously. “Hmmmmm. OK, no. Not scarier than King, ‘cause King is his own brand of terrifying. Curtis is terrifying-esque. Terrifying lite. But still a damn beast.”

“Good morning, guys.” “Good morning.” Me and Ryder say in unison. Curtis smiles. “Breakfast is almost done, take a seat.” He says, as he takes some bacon out of the pan. Me and Ryder sit down at the table and a couple of minutes later Curtis brings over a couple of plates. He sets a plate in front of Ryder that is full of bacon, eggs, toast, hashbrowns and even some fruit. The plate Curtis sets in front of me, only has toast and some mixed fruit on it. He must see my confused expression, because he says. “I figured toast would be the easiest thing on your stomach. If you want something else, I can make you something different.”

His green eyes were mesmerizing and I felt myself getting lost in them. “Okay. I like what I hear,” I said, holding up my cup waiting for the apple juice to be added as we got off subject. “You gonna give me some juice?” “As much as you want,” he said, grabbing the juice to pour into my cup. “So what’s your name?” “Poppie. What’s yours?” “Austin, nice to meet you Poppie.” “Nice to meet you too Austin.” Austin put the juice on the counter and picked up a cup to make himself a drink.

He was handsome and I couldn't peel my eyes away from him until he finally smirked and told me that my client has arrived. The slight embarrassment that he knows what I was there for made my cheeks flush and I couldn't read his expression when he moved back and blended in with the rest of the crowd. I took a deep breath and walked to the bar where Curtis Cuthbert, who can pass as Captain America's stunt double was ordering himself a drink. I could hear my heart pounding when I squeezes beside him to order the gayest cocktail of the century. "Appletini, please...oh, I'm so sorry..."

Stephen kept his sharp, cold eyes trained on Curtis. The latter didn't cower in fear at all. Instead, he met Stephen's gaze impatiently. "Sir, what do you want from me? I'm just a regular worker here. You've wasted a minute of my working hours. I won't be able to clock out on time later thanks to you." It was then that Stephen averted his gaze. "I heard that you're quite close to Conan." "Oh, you must be talking about that idiot." Curtis explained nonchalantly, "He's richer than the other kids, not to mention more gullible as well. I tend to ask for pocket money whenever I feel like it, if you get what I mean."

Curtis thrust into me. Mr. Curtis groaned as he pulled out of me. I shuddered and sank to the floor, kneeling there like a bitch. I licked my lips as Mr. Curtis dropped to his knees and rammed his cock back into my cunt. I moaned as the coach shoved down his gym shorts. His big, brown cock popped out. I shuddered and swallowed his cock. "Fuck," he groaned as I suckled on him. "Ms. Waters! You're a fucking whore!"

Curtis sipped the wine again, rising from the seat and getting for himself a glass of icy water from the fridge. While he returned to his seat, Susan was still looking at him and every move he made. “I know your business is getting tough, but,….” She paused and walked to the fridge to get both of them some desserts, fruity podding. “I am stuffed.” Curtis sighed and only drank his water. Less half of the dish was remained…

Garvin froze slightly but relaxed, thinking it was the right time to begin psyching Cooper concerning Curtis. “Because there is a boy called Curtis who looks exactly like you. Would you like to meet him?” Cooper’s eyes widened, and he smiled mischievously, “Exactly like me? I would like to meet him, but I doubt anyone looks as good as you and me,” he bragged, and Garvin forced a smile whiles ruffling his hair, “We shall make time to see Curtis, Champ. Let’s go home.” The next day, at the office, Garvin’s mood was terrible after dropping Cooper off at school. He began speaking from the elevator with an icy tone and without a glance at Serena.