Why is it when you’re waiting for something it takes so fucking long? Especially elevators. I’m late and this thing is making me turn into one pissed puppy. Stairs… stairs… I can’t find the bloody stairs! And I know once I find them, the elevators will come. Oh… there’s Joey. He just walked in from the lobby. His hair is messed up so I know what he just did. He’s got a cut on the side of his face where the girl or girls tried to fight him off. I didn’t know that a girl could punch until one day while we attended some actor’s party. There was a large pool and Joey was just covered in bruises when he took his shirt off. I’m sure he got plenty more that night. The elevator doors finally open, thank God.nextWe go towards opposite sides of the metal box and lean against the wall. He smiles at me, “Three girls, all virgins.”
I nod, “Got 500.”
“Big wad.”
“Lame fuck.”
“Aren’t they all?”
I can’t help but crack a smile, “Not all.”
“JC doesn’t count. He doesn’t pay.” Joey’s face is hard, taut. I can tell he hates me, not as Justin Timberlake his group member, but as just Justin. I don’t blame him. I hate myself.
The silence eats away at me and I force myself into an unwanted conversation, “Any of them scream?”
Joey’s smile returned, “All fucking three of them.”
“No moaners?”
He laughed.
The doors open and we leave to go our separate ways. I race to my room and fumble with the keys to get the blasted door open. After the third try, Chris opened the door and glares hard. “Wrong room.” He slams the door in my face and I know that’s going to cost me at least a hundred. I look at all the room numbers while I figure out where mine is.
Ah, there it is. 2453. I push the key in and it easily opens up. I guess checking to make sure the tag on the keys match the door works. I run into the room and kick off my shoes as I race to the television. I fall a total of three times until I just plop my ass on the floor in front of the large screen TV. I turn it on while I slip out of my pants and pull my shirt off over my head.
Oh my God. I left my underwear at the guy’s hotel room. Oh well. There goes my brand new DKNY undies. I looked hot in those too.
The black screen slowly lights up as the moans of a blonde porn star fills the room. A large tan cock pounds her in the ass while she rubs her clit and another blonde sucks her nipples. I check my watch… only missed the first forty minutes. Now I have to try to figure out the storyline.
I stand up, glancing over my shoulder to make sure I don’t miss a thing while I walk towards the mini refrigerator. I pull out my favorite 7-11 cup with Britney, my ex-girlfriend of course, on it and drink the watered down Pepsi.
Ah, life is good.
Oh wait, that’s Coke. What in the world is Pepsi’s slogan?
I sit on the edge of the bed and slowly stoke my cock while watching the porn. This is my time. It’s Sexsi time!