Stinky Steve Novels & Stories

David asked. Steve looked at Beth, she was staring at him hopefully. He openly looked down her incredible figure and felt his cock stir. It looked like her body was straining to be free of her clothes. The only women he had seen with figures like hers were strippers or p**n stars and their bodies were usually half fake. "A bets a bet bro," Steve said still staring at Beth. "You were going to keep all the money if you won right? Now Beth you run upstairs and change into that sexy outfit and bring back some vaseline with you."

Steve had a hard time swallowing and said, "I was at Club Inferno, a strip club." "Alone?" "No. With a friend." "Which friend?" Steve paused. "Martin, Martin Davis, he's my best friend." The detectives looked at each other. "We've already talked to Mr. Davis; he says he wasn't with you that night." Steve's blood turned cold when Martin threw him under the bus. "At that time I was alone," Steve said, speaking almost in a whisper. "I went there by myself." What took place at Club Inferno?

"Are you usually this dense or are you just trying to get on my freaking nerves this morning, Steve?" "I don't understand," Steve replied and got up abruptly on his feet. As he did, his 7-inched uncut dick swung somewhat cheerfully, hanging loosely in the air. I took one glance at it and quickly stifled the memories that the thick fuck-pipe had given me the previous night.

It's summer now, and I've somehow become the stinkiest person in the entire company. Everyone says that I smell terrible. The doctors say that there is nothing wrong with my body, but my colleagues still avoid me like the plague at work. Even the intern secretly puts deodorant on my desk. I can't take it anymore and hand in my resignation. But on the day I'm processing the paperwork, my manager, Joel Winters, chases me to the elevators and stops me. His voice shakes as he says, "I'll give you 50 thousand dollars to continue sitting at your desk." I don't agree to it and call the police instead. When the police cut open the huge eight-foot teddy bear next to me, the entire office falls s

Nick~ "Sorry, I forgot about calling you back, Kyle." I paused, but this would not get any easier. I took a heavy breath. "The police have confirmed that the stalker has Harley, only they don't know who he is yet." Kyle cursed profusely. "Does the name Steve mean anything?" "Yes, Steven Balance, he is one of the cops' suspects. Certified nutjob with papers and all. Harley says he's a psychopath who got off on a technicality for a double murder. Ballance is the Stalker?!"

“I’ve seen things you can’t even imagine.” It made it even funnier, then, to see enzo and his brother halt a few steps into the bar at Spin and gape at the plywood and fluttering dollar bills gracelessly stapled to every surface. It really was a terrible hole in the wall. There was literally a hole in its wall, an affectionate homage to this place. Spin didn’t have an ounce of atmosphere. People only came here to forget where they came from. “I’ll order some beer,” Lilith shouted over the music, blasted by a disaffected DJ slumped in the corner of the place. “Any preferences?”

Steve looked at me with a serious expression, "I'm not asking for much. I just want you to talk to me, and I'll listen. Don't be difficult, just talk to me." "About what, Steven? What could I possibly talk to you about that'll make me feel any better?" I snapped and waited for him to answer, when I saw he was going to open his mouth to say something I cut him off, "hell is a hot place, Steve, and it's made for people like you. Keeping us locked up in here," I glared at him and started to excessively scratch my arms, my hands itching for something. More like my body itching for something, itching for relief.

Beta Richard said, holding his nose. “Wait, are you trying to imply that I stink right now?” Steve asked jokingly as he sniffed his clothes but pulled his head back immediately, making Beta Richard laughed at him. “You can see that you stink, right?” Beta Richard asked him. “Yes, I do.” Steve admitted, “I can't believe I've been wearing the same clothes every day for almost a month now. Huh.” He said again with irritation. “You see that you truly need to freshen up.” Beta Richard said and Steve nodded in agreement.

They sure went too far, but I'm fine, so I don't want to make a big deal out of this. "No need; I'm not hurt anyway. It's nothing serious; let's just say I was unlucky and met some silly girls who lacked education!" I exclaimed, "Lazy. Argh, the fishy smell is very strong. "After this, go wash your car. Your car must be smelly too because it got egg and tomato stains off me," I said to Steve. His expensive car stinks because of me. "How can you still think about cars? Look at your condition; you're so messed up!" Steve gave me a sinister look.

Steve stared in horror, he couldn't move any part of his body, it struck him so hard leaving him transfixed, As much as his head could calculate, the man In front of him is no other person than his father, the same man his mother had shown him to be his father, Steve fluttered his eyes and scrutinized the man ad he walked closer to them, he was smoking and grunting, his body had tattoos with muscles sprouting out, he was a real definition of a gangster,