The three of them went down in a pile of punches, curses, and kicks. I don't know if it was the combination of the acid, sweet Linda up on the screen giving it her all, or the adrenaline of the fight - but I shot to my feet and shot a molten lava shot of spunk that arched over at least two rows and landed right on this old dude's neck! He stood and shrieked like a wounded deer, with his pants hanging down to his knees, his white ass glowing in the dark as white as the moon. "What the hell was that?" He screamed out again as if battery acid had been poured on his neck. Without stopping to look, I bolted up the aisle as I jammed my prick back into my jeans at the same time. I ran straight through the lobby and out the left side lobby doors just as two cops came in the right side of the lobby. I sprinted like an Olympic track and field star packing a full load of steroids, all the way back to the hotel. And I never saw Bobby again.
I was leaning against the front of the hotel
trying to catch my breath when I heard her voice.
"Do you want to party?" I couldn't decide if I was
still hallucinating or not. For I was looking at
another vision sent straight from heaven. My second
in about an hour. A gorgeous blonde Amazon! She
was incredible! Playboy shit! I mean she was that
hot. Long blond hair. Huge jugs in a halter top.
Shapely legs pouring out of denim hot pants. Must
have been close to six feet tall. She was the whole
fucking package!
The power of speech had left me. I could
only nod numbly. In my drug and alcohol soaked
brain pan I knew that she was a hooker but I didn't
give a shit.
"Give me your room key." I handed it over
without question. She ran her tongue around her lips
and Pearl Drops white teeth and turned and walked
across the lobby as I followed along. Staying
slightly behind her so that I could check out her
gorgeous ass, obviously she was wearing no
panties. We stepped into the elevator and as soon as
the door closed she turned and grabbed my crotch
and stuck her tongue in my ear. "I'm going to wear
that big cock of yours down to a matchstick," she
hoarsely whispered.
"Do you have someone else in the room
with you?" She was standing by Bobby's bed and
looking at all the empties of malt liquor scattered
about.
I don't think he'll be back tonight." Fucker
had to be in jail by now. I was hoping anyway.
She smiled coyly at me. "Good. It's 50 for a
blow job. A hundred for a suck and a fuck. And a
hundred a half hour for any extras. Do you have the
cash?"
I walked over and flashed the remainder of
the wad I had stolen from la Favor, Mike, and
Angel.
She smiled again. "That's a start." She
started stripping off her clothes. She looked over at
me. "Well just don't stand there, get those clothes
off so we can get this party started." My crank was
already so hard I thought I'd pass out. The blonde
had perfect jugs with tollhouse cookie nipples and
her trim was shaved into a heart. There was a tattoo
of Curious George beating his meat emblazed on
her ass. She opened her pocketbook and pulled out a
couple of horse sized pills. "Have you ever taken a
Quaalude?" She pulled a beer out of the cooler and
popped the top and washed one down. "Makes
fucking twice as good. Here, take this one. On the
house." The ringing of the phone brought me out of
my coma. I was laying on floor of my room buck
naked. The phone stopped ringing and quickly
started up again. I staggered to my feet and had to
hold the sides of my head to keep from passing out.
"Hello," I gasped into the phone.
It was my wake up call. "Good morning! It's
five o'clock! Rise and shine! The bus leaves for the
induction center in..."
"Fuck off!" I snarled and slammed the
phone down. I barely made it into the bathroom
before I puked into the bathtub. Standing up I
caught a glance of myself in the mirror before I
passed out. I'll never know what really happened that
historic night. It was one for ages that's for sure. But
I do know how fucking shocked the security guards
looked when they found me passed out on the
bathroom floor. I guess the woman who had given
me the wake up call had been a little concerned
about how I had answered her call. Security found
me laying in a pool of my own barf and looking like
I had been dragged behind a car. All my clothes,
money, and other personal shit had been stolen. The
guards were kind enough to dig through a lost and
found bag to scrounge me up some Viking
sweatpants and a matching t-shirt along with a
packet of underwear (size medium - irregular) and
black socks that were stuffed in a sweaty smelling
gym bag. For shoes they gave me a pair of old
shower shoes. I wound up looking like a member of
a group home for retards.
Quite a way to start your military career.