Jayes and the American HeiressIn all the Jeeves stories, I believe there is only one that is told in the third person. Time for a challenge – this takes place some time before Bartholomew Judas Rhymaes met Gladys Pugh…Jayes and the American Heiress3 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
The apartment was spotless, spick and span, so clean you could eat your breakfast off the table if Jayes had allowed it. He would have it no other way – in his role as Gentleman’s Personal Gentleman to the Honourable Bartholomew J Rhymaes, Bart, he exercised perfection in all things, both domestic and professional. In fact, as he looked around the modern apartment, Jayes was reminded of the old maxim “Tidy room, tidy mind.”
This particular spring day, Jayes was putting away some small items, while his employer was discoursing on a subject close to his heart…
“Jayes, I tell you she is perfection incarnate.” Barty reclined on the sofa, reading the newspapers in his dressing gown, as was his practice to do so. It was im
Crush and Fury vs Matt and Jeff HardyCrush and Fury vs Matt and Jeff HardyCrush and Fury vs Matt and Jeff Hardy10 minutes ago in Short Stories More Like This
Matt and Jeff had went looking to party, but when they ran into American Gladiators Crush and Fury all they found was trouble. They stood in the hallway of the UFWL Arena. “Hey, are you ladies looking for a night to remember.” Matt said dressed in a brown tank top and black jeans. “You ladies are our first choice, how about we get together and party.”
“Yeah, you'll never forget tonight.” Jeff said, dressed in a white tank top and blue jeans. “We'll have a few drinks and get rowdy.”
Crush leered at Matt and smirked. “We could, but we're looking for some real men. Let us know if you find some.” Crush and Fury were dressed in their Gladiator outfits. They flipped their hair and turned to walk away. Matt grabbed Crush by the shoulder, Crush spun on her heels, and slapped Matt across the face, she lunged and kneed him in the abs.
Jamie strutted towards Jeff, she beckoned to him with her hand, J
Batty HatOrth could take the knitted scarf his mother sent him in the mail what colored black and orange coloring. He wore wrapped around his neck for warmth when he arrived to work that morning a few minutes early. Before he could even check in or step into the break room and head to his locker. A strange sight with his name on it had him looking to a smiling Mrs. Matei for an answer. Where Orth was told by Mrs. Matei that she adores the bat as her favorite Halloween decoration. She created individual bat hats to express this joy with her fellow employees while they worked. Pointing out his scarf would match the bat hat she had made just for him.Batty Hat35 minutes ago in Short Stories More Like This
“You and my mother seem to favor hand made crafts.” Orth looked at own his bat hat.
He didn’t was to disappoint his boss about not wanting to wear something on his hair while he worked. Just the thought of her husband giving him extra work for not putting this bat hat on scared him. Swallowing his fear of what Mr. Matei would to him
British Bulldog vs Wendy LindquistBritish Bulldog vs Wendy LindquistBritish Bulldog vs Wendy Lindquist21 minutes ago in Short Stories More Like This
Davey Smith, aka, the British Bulldog ran down the UFWL hallway, he turned the corner past the dressing room area, when he saw Wendy. He slowed to a walk and crept up behind her, unaware that he was right behind her, he tapped her on the shoulder.
Wendy spun around, dressed in a skimpy black bikini, she jumped when she saw him grinning at her. “What's your problem Bulldog, next time you do that, I'll punch you in the groin.” she said glaring at him.
“I hear your a great wrestler, why don't you test your skills in the ring with me.” he said grinning at her. “Unless you're afraid to fight a man.”
Wendy shook her head. “I'm not afraid of you.” she said clenching her fists. “I'll wrestle you or any other man in this federation.” Wendy flexed a side chest pose, her muscular body glistening with sweat.
“Very nice, but can your skills pay the bills.” he said flexing a double biceps pose.
Chrissy vs the Weir BrothersChrissy Zmijewski vs The Weir BrothersChrissy vs the Weir Brothers25 minutes ago in Short Stories More Like This
Chrissy walked down the UFWL hallway, she was dressed in an orange bikini. She was headed to her dressing room, she was drenched with sweat from her workout in the gym with Rachel Mclish, she arms and legs were sore from lifting heavy weights and intense cardio. As she reached the door of her dressing room, she heard noises coming from inside. She threw the door open and stepped inside..
Chris and Corey Weir were standing in front of her closet, they had scattered her clothes all over the floor. Chris held a pair of her panties in his hands, he pressed the panties to his face and sniffed them. Corey had one of her bras, he was sniffing it.
“Chrissy clenched her hands into fists. “What are you doing you pigs.” she asked. She was tired and she wanted to rest, but now all she wanted to do was beat the two men down. She approached the brothers, she snatched her panties out of Chris' hands, she slapped her bra out of Cory's hands.
Chyna vs Steve AustinChyna vs Steve Austin.Chyna vs Steve Austin6 minutes ago in Short Stories More Like This
Chyna stood in the center of the ring, next to referee Lita, she was dressed in a black leather sports bra and shorts. She paced from one side of the ring to the other, she had her hair tied in a ponytail. She halted when she heard Austin's theme blaring over the loudspeakers.
Stone Cold walked out from behind the entrance curtain, he carried a six pack of beer in his right hand. He flipped off Chyna with his left hand and walked down the ramp. He climbed into the ring and approached Chyna. He flipped her off with his empty hand and sat the six pack of beer on the mat. “You want a piece of me, Chyna.” He got in Chyna's face and mouthed off to her.
Chyna stepped back and slapped Austin across the face. “Don't mess with me, and don't forget I've beaten men before.”
Austin rubbed his cheek, he growled at Chyna and charged. He clothes lined Chyna onto her back and stood over her. Chyna sat up, she slammed her right fist into Austin's gro
Chrissy Zmijewski vs Hollie MangoldChrissy Zmijewski vs Hollie MangoldChrissy Zmijewski vs Hollie Mangold14 minutes ago in Short Stories More Like This
Chrissy walked into the UFWL gym, her blue bikini leaving most of her ripped muscular body exposed. Two sets of barbells had been set on the foam rubber mats. She saw Hollie standing behind one of the bars, she glared at her. Chrissy walked over to the other barbell and stood behind it. Two pairs of 25lbs plate were placed on each end.
Hollie grinned and sneered at Chrissy, she was dressed in a red t shirt and khakis. She flexed her biceps at her side. “I'm too much woman for you, Chrissy, better give up now.” Hollie stood with her hands on her hips ad puffed out her chest.
Chrissy pretended not to be impressed, though she had to admit, Hollie was an intimidating physical specimen. She walked over to the unattended barbell and stood behind it. Crouching down she gripped the barbell, Hollie did the same, she turned her head and grinned at Chrissy. Hollie lifted the barbell up to to her waist, she inhaled and hoisted it over head.
Unwanted Cleaning MomentsOne thing Orth hatred the most in the world when cleaning the First Family Cemetery during the beginning of his shift. Was a form of insects that started to swarm every inch of the Visitor’s Garden of the graveyard, and about everywhere else. From the tops of the trees to roots of the flower beds silky strings cold are found. These thick spider webs could be found tangled around flora’s pedals or bunching up branches. Taking these webs down without damaging them or alarming the 8-legged creatures was a problem. Since Orth had discovered that a few of these spiders with green eyes had a paralyzing bite.Unwanted Cleaning Moments35 minutes ago in Short Stories More Like This
“I should have asked for help.” Orth would mumble to him self looking over his 3rd spider web for the night.
He carefully placed this one on piece of blank board with his gloved hands watching where he placed his feet. Crunching a single cockroach under heel of his foot wear was an unpleasant sensation. Not like wanted to spend the next hour of whatever break he g
Alfie Moonshine, the Alpha Male Cocker SpanielToday is an average day for Alfie Moonshine. The self-proclaimed owner of an average house called ‘Catbells’, situated in an average cul-de-sac – which is situated in an average town – trots about, head high. Alfie is a cocker spaniel, a blue roan, with beautiful markings about his body, a huge snout, big floppy ears, and an ego the size of six post codes. An ego which is increasingly expanding by the day.Alfie Moonshine, the Alpha Male Cocker Spaniel5 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Alfie knows no different. He’s the alpha male of the house, the pack leader. If any of his family members were to place authority over Alfie, he would protest. Hard. He protests daily. He makes a habit of it. His mother, for whatever reason, leaves him every day for prolonged amounts of time. This upsets the dog. He doesn’t like his subjects leaving him without permission. However, his mother returns with these huge white balls that rustle at the slightest movement. Alfie can’t comprehend this magic, and from this confusion, and anger for lea
Barbora Mrazkova vs the Big ShowBarbora Mrazkova vs The Big ShowBarbora Mrazkova vs the Big Show17 minutes ago in Short Stories More Like This
Barbora ran into the Big Show in the hallway, dressed in a silver bikini. She pardoned herself as she passed by his massive body, he grabbed Barbora on her shoulder and spun her around. “What do you want.” Barbora said, placing her hands on her hips.
“Don't walk past without saying hi, after all we have have a one on one match coming up in the next few minutes.” Big Show said, rubbing his hands down Barbora's muscular back. Barbora slapped Big Show across the face, and stepped back.
“If you want to do that, you'll have to beat me in the ring.” Barbora said, and folded her arms across her chest.
Big Show nodded. “That's right, and that's what I intend to do, unless you're afraid.” He grinned at Barbora as he rubbed his chin. “If you're brave enough, lead me to the ring, if not, crawl back t your dressing room.
Barbora scowled at Big Show, she extended her hand, Big Show shook it. “Then follow me