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"Are you sure you want this, Jim?"
Kameleon wrinkled her brows, waiting for me to reassure her as she massaged Susanna's shoulder. If my memory serves correct, Pang suggested this hotel. Several times on the drive here, she asked if this would cause any problems because last week, her landlord warned her roommate, Owen, of eviction. Also, Pang worried Dana might have different feelings about us being together tonight. He opposed his girlfriend, Iris, from attending these parties because, ugh, the last one, she got pregnant, and he knew it wasn't his because of the impossibility. He was born with a vagina.
"Let's just do this and get it over with," Bob intervenes as he rubs Donna's foot. "I'm drunk enough and ready like Freddy."
"Hey hey hey," Freddy joined the conversation. His head rested on Tina's lap as she rubbed his bare chest. He playfully nudges Valerie sitting at the bed's peak against her back as she watches Pornhub on the widescreen while ending a phone call with Petria.
A heavy sigh escapes Wendy as she narrows her eyes on me, fiddling with her urine-yellow hair. A noise from the front door alerts everyone in the room. We get quiet. The door opens. Geri, Candy, Wayne, and Abby stroll inside. "Smells like ass in here!" Wayne hollers.
"Say hi to Priscilla and Daniel," pointing a duel video conference on her iPhone at us, Candy spoke. Everyone in the room greeted them with a hubbub of gestures at once.
"Ugh. This room's getting packed. I hope no one has claustrophobia." Removing my shirt, I clarified my concerning observation as Susanna removed the last of her clothing. Geri catches my eyes as the bathroom doorknob rattles to her east.
I'm half-expecting her to remind me of last Tuesday at her place. I'd left before she woke up.
I walk into the kitchen with my shirt in one hand and the other holding my phone. Her roommate's chocolate brown hair falls perfectly to her collarbone, her bare back perfectly arched, and her white g-string hides inside her buns under the panty ring. Felicity was making coffee.
She revolves, unaffected by my shirtless appearance. Perhaps she, too, was just waking up. Finally, she says, "Oh, hey. Want some coffee?" She quickly turns back, facing the coffee maker while fixing her hair.
Even though we were intoxicated and those images extorted, Felicity is more beautiful than I remember last night as Geri and I kissed. Felicity was cowgirling me.
I replied, "Shiet, nigga, I aints wants yo beans! I shat out of here, gurl. See ya!" I reeled away and left the apartment.
Ugh. I have a brain disorder that flares incoherent expression after consuming large amounts of liquor.
The bathroom door opens and returns Danni and Bonnie. I see Danni still holding Muffins, her ferret, as Bonnie straightened the waistband to her tight, rainbow-striped denim scanty shorts.
"Harder," Susanna instructs Kameleon.
"What happened to the little ones? I don't see them." I announced to the room, scanning the vicinity. Then, finally, I hear a scuffle under the bed: Joy, Benny, and Trisha climb from under it — the dwarfs we picked up from Mike's party earlier tonight.
"We're not little ones, asshole!" Benny defended the trio, although Joy nodded in contention with raised brows while tugging the leash to the spiked leather collar around Trisha's neck.
"Can I squeeze in there?" Julia asked as her knee was already on the bed.
"Sure, the more, the merrier." I consented. Knock-knock-knock. Hard raps from the front door startle everyone. I scream, "It's unlocked!"
Rhonda and Carlie manifest. Observing the tiny room, the former expresses, "Damn, Jim! I don't think you suppose to have this many people in a ten by fifteen-foot unit."
"Where do you want us?" Carlie asked.
"Ugh. Um. Stand near the swing next to Ralph, Peaches, and Lily but don't look at Marvin. He's being a faggot again."
"Mwah!" Marvin verified my warning. He winks at Freddy. Tina growled in his defense. Pang diddles with Tina's hair.
"I can't breathe in here," Erica complained, lifting her shirt.
"Me neither," Iris volleyed as she removed her only sock.
"Okay, what happened to Madison and Zoey?" I asked the room while helping Julia remove my pajama bottoms.
"They're still in the bathroom on a Zoom with Phil, Jamal, Caroline, Anna, and that other feller they met at Henry & Hazel's Lounge," Susanna assured as she unbuckled Freddy's Tommy Hilfiger's.
Trisha hands Kameleon the leash and says, "Brad." She walked to the swing and climbed on. Susanna confirmed with a nod as she shoved her hand into Freddy's jeans.
"Aren't you forgetting a certain three people?" Julia said, looking above my head while running her hands up my leg.
I look up and see Ava, Luna, and Nancy standing with their backs against the wall, massaging themselves as Valerie squeezed through to get to Joy. "Ugh, luckily, we moved the bed out the way so you three can fit back there, uh?"
The floor creaks — a loud popping immediately follows — the bed drops as Ava, Luna, and Nancy fall over Julia and me. I watched the other guests disappear as rubble crashed over everyone — I felt a heavy klunk. Everything went black.
...
Breaking news: An overcrowded third-floor collapsed at a party, injuring 33 people and killing one ferret.
Fire officials said most of the guests were naked and partially and had never seen so many titties and nipples cluttered together like that before. The collapse busted the water pipes causing everyone to get soaked. The women still with shirts, some having thin undergarments, were braless. So as you can imagine, ugh. It must've been terrible for the rescuers and news crew to witness that.
The floor crashed into the lower levels and settled into the basement.
"There were so many titties and ass and vaginas," said Fire Commissioner Franky's Rinky Dinky Fire Department Service. "The penises, ugh, well, I didn't care to look at them. I'm not gay. Just saying."
Witnesses said many of the people were in the third-floor unit, and luckily, the rooms below were vacant.
Officials said the partiers were about to have disturbing group sex, and one woman was still unconscious, tethered to a sex swing.
Franky described the scene when emergency workers arrived as chaos spiraled, with people screaming for their clothes and phones. Rescue workers cut through the debris with chain saws to reach people trapped beneath a bed.
Witnesses said all the party's guests' ages ranged from their 20s to 50s. One big guy with a nasty bruised on his forehead, insisting on anonymity, claimed, "This won't deter me from trying again. I can assure you that, buddy."
Kameleon wrinkled her brows, waiting for me to reassure her as she massaged Susanna's shoulder. If my memory serves correct, Pang suggested this hotel. Several times on the drive here, she asked if this would cause any problems because last week, her landlord warned her roommate, Owen, of eviction. Also, Pang worried Dana might have different feelings about us being together tonight. He opposed his girlfriend, Iris, from attending these parties because, ugh, the last one, she got pregnant, and he knew it wasn't his because of the impossibility. He was born with a vagina.
"Let's just do this and get it over with," Bob intervenes as he rubs Donna's foot. "I'm drunk enough and ready like Freddy."
"Hey hey hey," Freddy joined the conversation. His head rested on Tina's lap as she rubbed his bare chest. He playfully nudges Valerie sitting at the bed's peak against her back as she watches Pornhub on the widescreen while ending a phone call with Petria.
A heavy sigh escapes Wendy as she narrows her eyes on me, fiddling with her urine-yellow hair. A noise from the front door alerts everyone in the room. We get quiet. The door opens. Geri, Candy, Wayne, and Abby stroll inside. "Smells like ass in here!" Wayne hollers.
"Say hi to Priscilla and Daniel," pointing a duel video conference on her iPhone at us, Candy spoke. Everyone in the room greeted them with a hubbub of gestures at once.
"Ugh. This room's getting packed. I hope no one has claustrophobia." Removing my shirt, I clarified my concerning observation as Susanna removed the last of her clothing. Geri catches my eyes as the bathroom doorknob rattles to her east.
I'm half-expecting her to remind me of last Tuesday at her place. I'd left before she woke up.
I walk into the kitchen with my shirt in one hand and the other holding my phone. Her roommate's chocolate brown hair falls perfectly to her collarbone, her bare back perfectly arched, and her white g-string hides inside her buns under the panty ring. Felicity was making coffee.
She revolves, unaffected by my shirtless appearance. Perhaps she, too, was just waking up. Finally, she says, "Oh, hey. Want some coffee?" She quickly turns back, facing the coffee maker while fixing her hair.
Even though we were intoxicated and those images extorted, Felicity is more beautiful than I remember last night as Geri and I kissed. Felicity was cowgirling me.
I replied, "Shiet, nigga, I aints wants yo beans! I shat out of here, gurl. See ya!" I reeled away and left the apartment.
Ugh. I have a brain disorder that flares incoherent expression after consuming large amounts of liquor.
The bathroom door opens and returns Danni and Bonnie. I see Danni still holding Muffins, her ferret, as Bonnie straightened the waistband to her tight, rainbow-striped denim scanty shorts.
"Harder," Susanna instructs Kameleon.
"What happened to the little ones? I don't see them." I announced to the room, scanning the vicinity. Then, finally, I hear a scuffle under the bed: Joy, Benny, and Trisha climb from under it — the dwarfs we picked up from Mike's party earlier tonight.
"We're not little ones, asshole!" Benny defended the trio, although Joy nodded in contention with raised brows while tugging the leash to the spiked leather collar around Trisha's neck.
"Can I squeeze in there?" Julia asked as her knee was already on the bed.
"Sure, the more, the merrier." I consented. Knock-knock-knock. Hard raps from the front door startle everyone. I scream, "It's unlocked!"
Rhonda and Carlie manifest. Observing the tiny room, the former expresses, "Damn, Jim! I don't think you suppose to have this many people in a ten by fifteen-foot unit."
"Where do you want us?" Carlie asked.
"Ugh. Um. Stand near the swing next to Ralph, Peaches, and Lily but don't look at Marvin. He's being a faggot again."
"Mwah!" Marvin verified my warning. He winks at Freddy. Tina growled in his defense. Pang diddles with Tina's hair.
"I can't breathe in here," Erica complained, lifting her shirt.
"Me neither," Iris volleyed as she removed her only sock.
"Okay, what happened to Madison and Zoey?" I asked the room while helping Julia remove my pajama bottoms.
"They're still in the bathroom on a Zoom with Phil, Jamal, Caroline, Anna, and that other feller they met at Henry & Hazel's Lounge," Susanna assured as she unbuckled Freddy's Tommy Hilfiger's.
Trisha hands Kameleon the leash and says, "Brad." She walked to the swing and climbed on. Susanna confirmed with a nod as she shoved her hand into Freddy's jeans.
"Aren't you forgetting a certain three people?" Julia said, looking above my head while running her hands up my leg.
I look up and see Ava, Luna, and Nancy standing with their backs against the wall, massaging themselves as Valerie squeezed through to get to Joy. "Ugh, luckily, we moved the bed out the way so you three can fit back there, uh?"
The floor creaks — a loud popping immediately follows — the bed drops as Ava, Luna, and Nancy fall over Julia and me. I watched the other guests disappear as rubble crashed over everyone — I felt a heavy klunk. Everything went black.
...
Breaking news: An overcrowded third-floor collapsed at a party, injuring 33 people and killing one ferret.
Fire officials said most of the guests were naked and partially and had never seen so many titties and nipples cluttered together like that before. The collapse busted the water pipes causing everyone to get soaked. The women still with shirts, some having thin undergarments, were braless. So as you can imagine, ugh. It must've been terrible for the rescuers and news crew to witness that.
The floor crashed into the lower levels and settled into the basement.
"There were so many titties and ass and vaginas," said Fire Commissioner Franky's Rinky Dinky Fire Department Service. "The penises, ugh, well, I didn't care to look at them. I'm not gay. Just saying."
Witnesses said many of the people were in the third-floor unit, and luckily, the rooms below were vacant.
Officials said the partiers were about to have disturbing group sex, and one woman was still unconscious, tethered to a sex swing.
Franky described the scene when emergency workers arrived as chaos spiraled, with people screaming for their clothes and phones. Rescue workers cut through the debris with chain saws to reach people trapped beneath a bed.
Witnesses said all the party's guests' ages ranged from their 20s to 50s. One big guy with a nasty bruised on his forehead, insisting on anonymity, claimed, "This won't deter me from trying again. I can assure you that, buddy."
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