Page 49 of Gabriel's Salvation

“Fuck,” I shout as I fall headfirst.

“Looking for a room?” a guy laughs.

“Yup.” I hiccup.

“Follow me,” he says, handing me a room key.

When I attempt to grab it but miss, he turns around and picks up a different key.

“On second thought, this may be a better option,” he says as he leads me literally ten steps and through the nearest door.

It's a tiny room, barely big enough for the bed and bathroom, but I don't care. I close the door, kick off my boots, and flop on the bed.

I wake up somewhere around 1 a.m. to the sound of god awful singing. Peering out the door, the noise is coming from down the corridor. Not even bothering to try and find my shoes, I grab the key and make my way out to locate the sound.

I don't have to go far; just a few doors down I find it. great. Fucking Karaoke. I bang on the door and it's opened by a youngish girl in just some silk pajamas.

“Who ordered a stripper?” she shouts as she pulls me inside.

As soon as I get in I'm greeted by another four or five squealing girls. All around me are penis balloons and banners informing me that it's Lucy's bachelorette party. Oh great. Just what I fucking need.

“Who’s he?” one girl questions as she pokes at me like I’m some animal in the zoo.

“I dunno, the stripper I guess,” shrugs the one who answered the door.

A round of “I didn’t order a stripper” can be heard before it finally dawns on her. I’m not a fucking stripper!

“Well, you're here now so entertain us,” another woman shouts as she flings herself over me, but I push her, causing her to fall onto the floor.

“Ooof, I like it a little rough,” she laughs as she stands back up, but makes no attempt to sit back on my lap.

“So what are you doing here then?” the first girl asks.

We establish that I'm just a guest here, the same as them, and that I only came to ask them to keep the noise down so I could get back to sleep. They apologize and ask me to stay saying they’ve got enough food and drinks to pacify an army. While the idea of any more alcohol right now isn't the least bit inviting, the idea of pizza and cake, even if that cake is in the shape of a penis, seems too good to pass up.

One of the girls goes and fixes a plate for me, and then somehow I become an unofficial member of the party. By 3 a.m. though, all but me and two of the women have passed out for the night.

“You know,” says Blondie. Pretty sure that's not actually her name but she's blonde, so it’ll do. “I've always fantasized about having a one night stand.”

“So have one, one night of wild fun. Never to be repeated again,” chimes Big Tits.

“It's just like one of those novels we read at book club isn't it?” chimes Blondie again.

“What do you say, Hot Stuff? Wanna make two college girls very happy?” Big Tits purrs as she rubs her hand across my definitely not-awake cock.

I take one look at them, and it’s clear neither of them are college girls, and probably haven’t been in at least the last ten years but I let it slide and think, fuck it.

I allow them to guide me across the corridor to their empty room. Once inside, I lock the door and demand they both remove those stupid matching pink pajamas.

They both do as I ask, whispering and giggling amongst themselves.

I take a seat on the bed, undo my jeans, and slip them off my legs.

Both girls make their way over in nothing but their underwear. And begin pawing at me. One attempts to kiss me, but soon changes her mind when I throw her a death stare.

“On your fucking knees,” I demand. Both girls oblige even though I was only actually talking to one.

“Put it in your mouth,” I groan.

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