The College Life - Chapter Three: Highway To Hell

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And now for the recap. In chapter two, Floyd, broken up over Amber running out on him, sought solace from his roommate, Joe. When that didn't work, he turned to Michelle Trachtenberg and a few of her friends instead. All that did was make him feel a little guilty and he took it out on longtime friend, Kelly Clarkson. When last seen, he was walking out of Kelly's hotel room with her passed out on the bed and sure to be sore in a couple places after what Floyd did to her.

Celebs in this story are Marla Sokoloff, Rachel Perry, Amy Acker, Kristanna Loken, Olivia Wilde, and Tara Ried. The codes are (MF, FF, cons, oral, anal). Go fuck yourself and go read something else if you dislike those codes or want something more. Or better yet, write it yourself.



"Don't need reason, don't need rhyme, ain't nothing I would rather do. Going down, party time, my friends are gonna be there too. I'm on the highway to hell." - AC/DC 'Highway To Hell'


The College Life Chapter Three: Highway To Hell
by voodoojoe



"Nice haircut," Joe said when Floyd walked in sporting a new short cropped hairdo. "Remind me not to take you with me looking for drugs next time I go. Everyone will think you're a cop and won't sell me anything stronger than a bottle of aspirin."

"Then that's another good reason for the haircut," Floyd shot back.

He had gotten the haircut mainly because it was time for a change. He'd been growing it out for a couple years and it was time for a change. The fact that his uncle Jack had told him to get one before he came to work after spring break might have something to do with it, but Floyd considered the role it played to be a very minor one. Either way, he had a week with no classes ahead of him and he was bored.

"What's the plan for the week?" Joe asked, changing the channel on the tv.

"I was just going to hang around here," Floyd answered.

"Ooh, Britney's half naked," Joe said, staring intently at the screen.

"When is Britney not half naked?" Floyd asked him, but he had already tuned him out.

"What?" Joe asked when Britney was off the screen and he could turn his attention elsewhere.

"Never mind," Floyd said, rolling his eyes.

"So you're not doing anything for spring break?" Joe asked, returning to the topic that had been interrupted by Britney shaking her ass for the camera.

"Nope. Probably do some reading, but nothing planned," Floyd replied, grabbing the remote so he could flip away from some rap video that had come on.

"Knock, knock," Michelle said from the doorway, causing both guys to turn and look at her. "I'm not interrupting anything am I? I was bored so I thought I'd come hang out with my favorite college guys, but they weren't around so I came here."

"You came at the right time. If you had come thirty seconds earlier you would've had to fight with Britney for Joe's attention," Floyd responded.

"We should take a road trip," Joe suggested, sitting up like a bolt of lightning had accompanied the idea.

"Where are we gonna go in a week?" Floyd asked dubiously.

"I don't know, but I don't want to be stuck here for a week with nothing to do. We both need to get away from things. You've got woman troubles, and I just need to get away from school for a few days," Joe groaned. Turning to Michelle, he asked "Where do you think we should go?"

"Isn't the point of going somewhere for spring break to go somewhere warmer? How much warmer are you going to get than southern California?" Michelle asked.

"Florida?" Floyd said. At the sound of his own voice his ears perked up and he added "Spring training."

"Can't you go five minutes without thinking of baseball?" Joe asked.

"Yeah, but why would you want to?" Floyd retorted.

"Mexico. That's where we should go," Joe said, nodding his head confidently.

"I suggested Mexico for winter break but you nixed that idea, remember?" Floyd reminded him.

"That was because you only wanted to go there for winter league baseball," Joe pointed out.

"You could have done something else," Floyd returned.

"Will you two just shut the fuck up," Michelle interrupted. When they were quiet, she looked at Floyd and said "I like your hair."

"I just got it cut," Floyd stated, running his hand through his hair.

"It looks better than the long hair you had," Michelle said, patting the top of Floyd's head. "Although now it'll be tougher to pull on it while you fuck me."

"Yet another good reason why I got it cut," Floyd said, smiling until Michelle gave his remaining hair a tug.

"I didn't say I couldn't still do it, I just said it would be tougher," Michelle reminded him, letting go of his hair.

"So, are we going to Mexico or not?" Joe asked, bringing the topic back to the road trip again.

"I'll drive if you pay for gas and a motel," Floyd offered, hoping that Joe would be too determined to get out of town that he'd accept.

"Deal," Joe said. "Lets go shopping for supplies. If we leave in the morning we could be drinking in sleazy bars and picking up even sleazier women by tomorrow night."

"Since it's obvious I'm not going to have any fun here, I think I'll go," Michelle grumbled, getting up and heading for the door.

"Wait, have you talked to Amber?" Floyd asked her before she could leave.

"I just talked to her before I came over," Michelle answered.

"Did she ask about me?" Floyd asked, hopeful.

"She said she hasn't decided what to do yet, but I'm working on it," Michelle informed him. "She's coming over tonight, and I'll put in a good word for you."

"Thanks," Floyd said, not really knowing what else to say.

"No problem. I got you into it, the least I can do is get you out," Michelle said, flashing them a smile before leaving.

"Come on man, lets go," Joe said when Michelle was gone. "We need food and some booze, and I need to buy some more weed before we go."

"I thought you weren't going to take me on any more of your drug buys," Floyd mentioned.

"You've got the wheels. You can drop me off while you go buy alcohol if you want," Joe offered.

"If I drop you off, you'll wind up smoking a joint and you'll never leave," Floyd pointed out.

"Then drop me off and I'll find my own way back," Joe shrugged.

"Fine, I'll drop you off," Floyd said just to get it over with. Grabbing his jacket, he added "If you're not ready when I get there to pick you up then you're walking."

"That's cool," Joe agreed.

+ * + * +

"Is this enough beer?" Joe asked, carrying two cases of beer into the dorm room.

"How drunk do you want to get? You said you wanted to leave tomorrow, so we can get hammered tonight and still have some left for the ride," Floyd answered, closing the door behind them. Setting the bags of munchies down, he added "If I had bought more, we'd have to leave it here and it'd be gone by the time we got back. Bruce is going is going home for the week, but Butch would find it and make sure it didn't last."

"Good point," Joe agreed. "So, are you going to tell me what happened with Kelly last week? I heard she's still a virgin so I don't think you got very far, but you won't even come out and say she shot you down."

"She's not a virgin any more," Floyd said under his breath.

"Dude, you nailed her?" Joe asked, showing his ability to hear the slightest sound if it was something he wanted to hear. "I gotta hear this."

"I'll tell you tomorrow. It might keep you entertained on the ride," Floyd said, brushing off the question.

"Just tell me one thing: was she tight?" Joe said, not giving up.

"Which hole do you want to know about?" Floyd returned, making Joe's jaw drop.

"You're my hero, you know that don't you? You deflowered a celebrity and then fucked her in the ass when you were done. Did you pull the same deal with Amber?" Joe asked.

"Don't go there," Floyd warned him, cracking open a beer. That was the wrong button for Joe to push, and Floyd wasn't about to go into details about fucking Amber.

"Oh, I forgot. You're still a little sensitive about that topic," Joe apologized, grabbing a beer of his own. "Now back to Kelly, was she a virgin?"

""I'll tell you all about it tomorrow," Floyd said, still a little pissed off that Joe had brought Amber up.

"I'm going to ask as soon as we get in the van, and I'm not going to stop asking until you tell me," Joe notified him.

"Don't worry, I'll keep the promise," Floyd groaned, downing the rest of his beer.

"Knock, knock," Kate said, opening the door to the main room.

"Hey, want a beer?" Floyd offered, drawing a stare from Joe.

"No thanks, I just had to drop this off," Kate said, holding out a bag with balloons on the outside and ribbons gracing the paper handles.

"What's this?" Floyd asked, taking it.

"It's a late birthday present. I think you'll like," Kate said, watching Floyd open the tag to read who it was from.

"It's from Amber? When did you talk to her?" Floyd asked, pulling tissue paper out of the bag.

"I went shopping with her this morning. She wanted me to give this to you, so I'm giving it to you," Kate answered.

"Wow," Floyd said, pulling a vintage Cubs baseball hat and Ernie Banks jersey out of the bag. Turning to Joe he asked "You sure we can't go to Arizona? I bet this jersey would go over great at the Cubs spring training facility."

"No, we already settled on Mexico so deal with it," Joe griped.

"I'll tell her you liked it," Kate said, closing the door behind her as Floyd and Joe started arguing again over whether they should go to Arizona or Mexico to spend their break.

+ * + * +

"Come on man, tell me," Joe pleaded. "We've been on the road for an hour and you haven't said anything yet, so spill the beans already."

"You sure you can handle it? It was pretty hot," Floyd teased him.

"Of course I can handle it, so just tell me already," Joe begged.

"We were in her hotel room and she was pretty drunk," Floyd began.

Joe's eyes lit up when he heard that she was pretty drunk. They just seemed to grow as Floyd went through the story with excruciating detail. By the time Floyd got to the part where he left a passed out Kelly laying on her stomach with his cum leaking out of her ass Joe was in a trance like state.

"That was pretty cold," Joe said, finally able to speak. "Fucking her is one thing, but you raped her."

"What? She wanted it," Floyd protested. "She was coming on to me and she wasn't exactly pushing me off of her."

"How many times did she tell you no? I lost count just from the second hand story. I have no idea how many times she might have told you that you either forgot or left out. And she was trying to push you off, just not very successfully," Joe argued.

"Why do you even care? Aren't you the one that's always saying to get it where you can and if she fights a little it just makes it more interesting?" Floyd shot back.

"Yeah, but that's me not you. You're the gentleman. I think this whole Amber thing has fucked with your head a little," Joe observed.

"Whatever," Floyd grumbled, hitting play on the cd player. As 'Born In The USA' came on, Floyd turned up the volume to drown out Joe and proceeded to get lost in Bruce Springsteen.

+ * + * +

After stopping for food and gas a few times along the way they pulled into a hotel as the sun was setting. Floyd parked in front of the office and Joe got out to see about a room while he stayed behind listening to his music. They'd burned through a couple Springsteen albums, a little Tom Petty, and even some AC/DC that Joe had snuck in while Floyd had been taking a piss at a rest stop on their way down. At the moment Bob Dylan was playing and Floyd couldn't help thinking that he was Dylan and Amber was the woman that got away in 'Tangled Up In Blue.'

Reaching over the front seat into the cooler to grab one of the few beers that Joe hadn't managed to guzzle on the way, Floyd cracked it open. He was halfway through it when Joe emerged holding up a room key.

"This place looks like a shithole, but my parents don't send me enough to put us up in the Ritz or anything. Especially if we're going to have any money to drink," Joe said, directing Floyd to the room he'd rented for the week.

"As long as there are two beds, it'll be fine. I don't want to be stuck sharing a bed with you," Floyd said, pulling into a parking spot outside the room with the number that matched the key Joe held in his hand.

"It's really not as bad as I thought it would be," Joe said when they entered the room.

The room was pretty sparse with two beds and a table as pretty much the only furniture, but it looked clean enough. Floyd was too tired from driving all day to really complain, and there didn't seem to be any cockroaches or rats scurrying to and fro, so he just dropped the cooler on the floor and crawled onto the closest bed.

"Dude, you can't sleep yet. The night life should just be starting," Joe said, grabbing Floyd's ankle and pulling him off the bed.

"Just a little nap, that's all I want," Floyd pleaded, trying to crawl back onto the bed.

"You need to find a good woman, or maybe a not so good one to help you forget Amber," Joe said. "You're not going to find one laying around here all week.

"Maybe I don't want one," Floyd challenged.

"If you didn't want one you wouldn't have fucked Kelly like you did and you wouldn't fuck Michelle at every opportunity," Joe pointed out.

"Fine, I'm getting up," Floyd said, forcing himself to his feet.

"Good, now go take a shower while I go find something to eat," Joe directed.

+ * + * +

"Now isn't this more fun than sleeping?" Joe yelled over the music that the live band was playing in the bar.

"Yeah, loud Mexican music is so much better than sleep to a tired man," Floyd grumbled.

"See, I told you," Joe said, ignoring the sarcasm in Floyd's voice.

Floyd started to respond, but before he could Joe went off in search of innocent women to defile. Sighing to himself, Floyd picked up the beer in front of him and settled in for a long night of watching Joe hitting on every woman in the place. If there was a bright side to the situation though, it was that Joe was likely to get slapped by every woman in the place.

"Your friend must be a glutton for punishment," a cute brunette at the next table said to Floyd as she watched Joe get slapped by a blond at the bar.

"You have no idea," Floyd laughed. Turning his head, he held out his hand and introduced himself. "I'm Floyd."

"Marla," she said, smiling as she shook Floyd's hand.

"You look familiar," Floyd said, eyeing her up and down in her low cut red shirt, her cleavage threatening to spill out at any moment.

"I get that a lot. Most people tell me I look like the secretary from that tv show 'The Practice'," Marla said.

"I wouldn't know, I never watched it," Floyd returned. "You look like this girl I had a crush on in high school named Carrie Jensen."

"That's better than reminding you of the cafeteria worker or something, I guess," Marla giggled.

"The lunch lady at my school was quite hot, so that would have been a compliment as well," Floyd joked.

"So, where you from?" Marla asked, changing the subject.

"Arizona, but right now I'm going to school in Los Angeles," Floyd answered. "What about you?"

"I grew up in San Francisco, but I'm living in LA at the moment as well," Marla replied, cocking her head slightly to one side and flashing Floyd a dazzling smile.

"We live in the same city, yet we had to come to a completely different country to meet," Floyd mused.

"I wouldn't call Mexico completely different," Marla pointed out.

"Sure Americans come here all the time, but they speak a different language and it's a totally different vibe here than at home. That would qualify as being different in my book," Floyd argued.

"Do you always make a habit of debating minor details with women you've just met?" Marla asked, fixing Floyd with an amused expression.

"Yeah, but it seems to work," Floyd answered, giving her a self deprecating shrug of his shoulders.

Laughing softly, Marla got up to move into one of the empty seats at Floyd's table. While she was up, Floyd took the opportunity to take in all of her. He noticed that she was on the short side, which made her ample cleavage seem even more impressive. Even though she wasn't very tall, she still managed to pull off the mid thigh length black skirt she was wearing without making her legs seem short and stumpy. If anything, it made them seem longer.

As she slid into the chair next to him, he wished she'd walked around the table to one of the other chairs just to see if her ass was as nice looking as he had a feeling it was. Even if he didn't get a nice butt shot, he wasn't going to complain considering a hot chick was sitting next to him and seemed to enjoy talking to him.

"So, what are you studying?" Marla asked, snapping him out of his little trance.

"Huh?" Floyd asked. "Oh, I'm majoring in journalism. I want to be a sports writer, but I'll probably go back home to Arizona and take a job at the local paper when I graduate. My dad knows the editor, so he could get me on."

"I should have known that a guy would be into sports," Marla said, sensually running her finger along the side of her margarita glass as she appraised him.

"Truth be told, I'd be just as happy writing about politics," Floyd said.

"That's a bit of a shocker. You don't strike me as the political type," Marla said, nodding her head in approval.

"Up until yesterday I had hair down just past my shoulders. I'm just a big hippie, except without all the drugs," Floyd explained.

"Being from San Francisco I've got a little hippie in me as well," Marla confessed. "I'm not one of those hippies that schedules a weekly march whether I've got anything to protest or not, but it's still there."

"Sounds like we've got quite a bit in common. If you tell me you love Bob Dylan then I'd be convinced that you're just too good to be true," Floyd said.

"I wouldn't say 'love' but he's alright. That's more my parents' music, but I put on the Blood on the Tracks album every time I start missing them," Marla replied.

"It would be a little awkward if I told you that you were perfect, wouldn't it?" Floyd asked her.

"A little, but women love compliments," Marla shrugged.

"Then I won't say it. I'll think it, but I won't say it," Floyd said, grinning.

"Your friend seems to have found someone who's not going to slap him," Marla observed, changing the subject.

Looking over at Joe, Floyd saw him talking to a good looking woman. "Give him a few seconds." Just as Floyd said that, the woman reached up and delivered a smack to Joe's cheek. "He'll be at it until he finds a woman too drunk to say no."

"Want to get out of here?" Marla asked him suddenly.

"I'd love to, but I'm his ride," Floyd said, nodding his head in Joe's direction.

"So leave the car for him. My hotel isn't far from here. I'll give you a ride later," Marla pressed.

"I guess I'm going with you then," Floyd said, bring a smile to Marla's lips. "Just let me give Joe the keys."

"Don't keep me waiting too long," Marla teased.

"Dude, I'm leaving," Floyd told Joe when he got to him.

"You can't leave, you're supposed to be hooking up with women," Joe said, ignorant of what Floyd had been doing.

"Here are the keys to the van, I found another ride," Floyd said, nodding his head towards Marla.

"She looks like that chick from Dude, 'Where's My Car?'," Joe said, eyeing Marla. "How'd you get her to take you home already without me noticing?"

"You were too busy being slapped around by nearly every woman in here," Floyd supplied.

"What do you mean 'nearly'?" Joe deadpanned.

"Well, that blonde in the corner, drinking tequila like she's been in the desert for days hasn't had the pleasure of hitting you yet," Floyd said, slapping Joe on the back.

As Joe set off to try to conquer the drunk chick, Floyd went in the opposite direction. Marla was standing up and grabbing her purse as he neared her.

"Lead the way," Floyd told her.

As they emerged from the bar, a breeze came up and set a bit of a chill into Floyd. Glancing over, he noticed that Marla's nipples were poking against her top and getting harder with every step.

Slipping his arm around Marla's waist, Floyd felt a bounce in his step and he forgot all about how tired he had been and silently thanks Joe for making him come. He wasn't going to thank Joe to his face because that would just be something for Joe to hold over him at a later date. It's better to just silently acknowledge he was right than to tell actually him and watch him strut around like he's some kind of god.

As they rode the elevator up to Marla's room, Floyd couldn't help looking down the front of her shirt. He was tall enough and the neckline of her shirt was low enough that he had a clear view down into the valley of her cleavage. He thought he could see a few freckles on her breast bone, but he wasn't quite sure.

"Here we are," Marla said, opening the door to her room.

Taking the room, he could see that it wasn't very extravagant, but it was certainly a notch or two above what he and Joe were staying in. Her room had art on the wall rather than graffiti and names that had scratched into the woodwork to say that they had been there as if people down the line might know the person or even care.

"It's a nice room you have here," Floyd said, hearing the door close behind him.

"It serves it's purpose," Marla said, circling his waist with her arms while she pressed herself against his back.

Turning around in her embrace, Floyd leaned down and kissed her. He wanted to just dive in and shove his tongue down her throat, but he'd had enough nights of sex called off because of it that he'd learned his lesson. Instead, it was a short, gentle kiss that left you wondering if it had happened at all when it was done.

"Mmm," Marla murmured in obvious satisfaction.

Taking that as a good sign, he moved in for another, stronger kiss. He still refrained from going too far by doing something like grabbing her ass, but it was really tempting. Feeling her lips part, he let his tongue dart out and lick her lips to gauge her reaction.

Her jumping up and wrapping her legs around his waist while still holding the kiss wasn't the reaction Floyd had been expecting, but he was hardly going to complain about it. Trying to remember where the bed was, he worked backwards slowly until he felt the edge of the bed against the backs of his legs. Letting himself fall back, he landed on the bed with Marla on top of him pressing her tongue against his lips.

"Oww ow oww," Floyd groaned into Marla's mouth, feeling his back being bent awkwardly by Marla's legs underneath him. It always seemed to work in the movies without pain or discomfort, but then everything looks easier in fantasyland than reality.

"What?" Marla asked, breaking the kiss.

"My back, and your high heel is poking me in the ass," Floyd said, arching his back so she could get her legs out from underneath him.

"Sorry about that. I guess I got a little carried away," Marla apologized.

"Don't apologize, get carried away as much as you want," Floyd said.

"You asked for it," she said, climbing off the bed.

"Where are you going?" Floyd asked, wondering if she was going to leave him.

"Just going to give you a little show," Marla said, leaning to give him a marvelous view of her tits barely held in by her shirt.

Floyd started to answer, but she shook her head and put her index finger to mouth in the universal symbol for 'shut the fuck up.' When he closed his mouth, she winked at him and started to shimmy her hips to a tune that only she was hearing.

The tune was 'Malibu' by Hole so her rhythm was a little off, but Floyd didn't even notice and he wouldn't have said anything even if he had. His mind was too preoccupied by Marla slowly lifting her shirt up to reveal a black bra with yellow flowers on it and finally tossing it on the ground at her feet. Subconsciously he lifted his hand to his mouth to check for drool as Marla turned around and pulled down the zipper on the back of her skirt. Bending over, she stuck her ass into the and air pushed her skirt down past her waist to show off her ass in a black thong.

"Like the view?" Marla called out, tilting her head to the side to look at him around her legs.

"Ye-yeah," Floyd stammered, checking for drool again as she gave him another little shake of her ass before straightening back up.

Still facing away from him, Marla reached her back to unhook her bra. Letting the straps fall off her shoulders, she pulled the cups away. Putting one hand over her tits, she turned halfway to give Floyd a partial view of her breasts and threw the bra at him. When he caught it, she smiled and turned back around. Letting go of her tits, she hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties and bent over once more as she pulled them down. The material in the crack of her ass popped free and she could feel the heat of Floyd's stare on her ass.

When she turned around to show her full naked body to him, Floyd was ready to go out of his mind.. He could see a small triangle of dark pubic hair at the top of her pussy and he wanted so badly to get up and go play with the glorious treats she was showing off.

"Your turn," Marla said, slinking over to the bed. When he started to get up, she pushed him back down and said "I'll do it."

Not being one to object to a woman wanting to get him naked, he stretched back out and let her do the work. He watched as she crawled up onto the bed between his legs and reached for his belt. When she had it unhooked, he put his hands behind his head and let her unbutton his pants.

Pulling the zipper of his pants down, Marla let her hands dawdle and gave the bulge in his pants a little massage. Grabbing the waist of his pants, she pulled them down. When they were around his ankles, she pulled off his shoes and socks so she could pull the pants the rest of the way off.

"Close your eyes," Marla instructed Floyd.

Doing as he was told, Floyd closed his eyes. He could feel Marla's fingernails tracing their way up his legs. When she grabbed the hem of his shirt, he sat up a little to let her pull it off. Feeling the shirt being pulled past his hands, he laid back down.

"Mmm, you're going to like this," she said, straddling Floyd's waist.

Grabbing onto his wrists above his head, Marla leaned down to softly kiss him. Nibbling on his lower lip, she reached under the pillow and pulled out a pair of silver handcuffs. Looping them through the frame of the headboard, she snapped them onto one wrist. Before he could say anything she snapped the cuffs on the other wrist.

"What the-?" Floyd asked, opening his eyes.

"Shh," Marla said, cutting him off with a kiss. "I'll let you out of them when I'm done. You told me to let myself go, so I am."

Floyd wanted to argue and get out of the cuffs immediately, but he had to admit that he was at least a little intrigued about the whole thing. He never would've guessed that a sweet looking woman like Marla would be into handcuffs, let alone that she had a pair handy for just such an occasion, but if Michelle was capable of half of the shit she did on a regular basis then Marla could certainly have a little bondage in her.

Sliding off of him, Marla moved between his legs so she could kiss her way down his chest. Grabbing onto his boxers, she tugged them and smiled approvingly when his cock came into view. Latching onto his staff, she gave it a couple quick strokes to get the full measure of it. It wasn't the biggest that she'd ever had, but it was certainly better than most of the dicks she'd sucked or fucked in her twenty-three years.

Giving in to his fate, Floyd relaxed and let Marla do her thing. Since it was her room she wasn't likely to just walk out and leave him to think of a way to get out. Besides, he'd never been cuffed during sex and liked the idea of being used for sex.

"I told you you'd like it," Marla said, looking at him before licking his testicles.

Her tongue sent a shiver through Floyd's body that made every muscle tense up but mellow out once it passed. When the tongue continued up the underside of cock, he closed his eyes and let the sensations wash over him. Feeling the head of his dick engulfed, he opened his eyes back up to see her working it into her mouth. As she slid her head down his pole she tilted her head so she could look at him as she did it.

"Fuck," Floyd grunted as her tongue stroked the top of the shaft inside her mouth. He wanted to grab the back of her head and force as much into her mouth as he could, but the handcuffs prevented him from doing so. Maybe this wasn't such a good thing, he thought to himself but quickly recanted when Marla put enough suction on the head to suck the chrome off a trailer hitch.

Sucking on just the head, Marla jacked the shaft with one hand and fondled his nutsack with the other. When Floyd starting bucking his hips, she reacted by dropping her mouth further down his cock. Working as much of his cock into her mouth as she could, she started bobbing up and down applying extra suction as she pulled off and letting off some as she pushed down.

Satisfied that he was good and ready, Marla pulled off and slid up to straddle him pinning his dick between them. Hunkering over Floyd, her hair hung down around her head as she leaned down to kiss him. With the kiss still in progress she lifted herself up so she could grab his cock and aim it at her waiting hole. She teased him a little by rubbing the head along her folds before letting herself slide down his rod.

"You like that?" Marla whispered to Floyd when he was all the way inside her.

"Yeah," Floyd answered.

"Good," Marla whispered, lifting herself up before dropping back down on his cock. "I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before."

"Go ahead, fuck me," Floyd urged her, driving his hips up to meet her thrusts.

"You want me to fuck you? Tell me how much you want me to fuck you," Marla said, driving herself down as much force as her little body could muster.

"Fuck me. I want you to fuck me until my dick is sore and then keep on fucking me with that tight little pussy of yours," Floyd said, suddenly wishing his hands were free so he could hold onto her ass while she fucked him.

"Like this?" Marla asked, pressing her tits into Floyd's chest as she picked up speed.

"I want your tits," Floyd said.

"I know you do baby," Marla said, grabbing one of her large breasts and presenting it to Floyd's mouth.

The room was filled with the sounds of sex as Floyd sucked on the nipple she offered. The slap of skin as Marla's ass made contact with Floyd's pelvis seemed to echo throughout the otherwise still room and the squish of her juices being displaced by his cock only added to it. In a weird way it sounded a bit like music with the rhythmic smack of skin being the drums crashing toward a climactic finish and Marla's moans being the tortured wails of a rock star.

"Yeah, suck on my nipple like that," Marla groaned, fucking Floyd for all she was worth. She could feel her orgasm starting to build deep inside her and she wasn't going to stop until she felt the sweet release and flooded the cock inside her with her cream.

Not able to do much with his hands cuffed, Floyd simply tried to hold on for dear life without letting go of either the nipple in his mouth or his sanity. He had decided that he didn't much like being restrained like this because he couldn't take not being able to let his hands roam the wonders on the woman riding him like a fucking horse. It was worth trying once, but never again, unless of course it was mandatory and then he'd do it just to get it wet.

"Oh God, you feel so good," Marla groaned, her climax mere moments away. As it hit her, she bellowed out "FUCK... ME..."

Feeling Marla's cunt clamp down even tighter around him, Floyd let her breast go and started driving his cock up into her repeatedly. It seemed to do the trick as her orgasm seemed to stretch on for days, even though it was more like a few seconds. Finally she couldn't take any more and slumped down on Floyd's chest with his still hard cock buried in her pussy.

"Ooh, more?" Marla asked, starting to get her strength back and realizing that Floyd hadn't cum.

"Uncuff me," Floyd pleaded with her.

"Why, when I have you right where I want you?" Marla asked, sitting up on top of him. Leaning back, she put her hands on Floyd's thighs and started a slow rocking motion. Swiveling her hips in a circular motion. ground her pussy onto his cock.

Once again unable do much more than watch Marla fucking herself with his cock, Floyd lay there and let her do it. At least he had the great view of her marvelous tits thrust up at the ceiling due her back being arched, but once more he wished his hands were free to roam and play with those mountains of flesh so tantalizingly close yet so far away. It was torture, but really it was the sweet kind of torture that one would gladly accept if given no other option than refusing to fuck a babe like Marla. Since only idiots would do something like that, Floyd figured that he literally had no other choice but to let it happen.

"You like my pussy?" Marla asked, using her hands on Floyd's thighs to steady herself as she started to lift herself off his cock. "You like the way my pussy wraps itself so tightly around your big old cock?"

The dirty talk was succeeding in little more than driving Floyd to orgasm quicker than he wanted. He was torn because cumming might, and he inwardly stressed the word 'might' to himself, result in the cuffs being taken off, but it would probably also spell the end of the sex. Oh what a choice to be given: cum and be released from his bindings or try like hell to hold it for as long as possible and keep the cuffs on.

Unfortunately nature seemed to be conspiring to take the choice away from him. He could feel his already delayed orgasm coming and he wasn't sure how much longer he could hold out even if he wanted to. Marla's pussy was just too hot and tight for a mere mortal to fight the pleasure for long before succumbing.

"You want to cum don't you?" Marla asked, moving her hands to Floyd's chest.

The move brought her arms together and pressed her tits together, combining with her new slightly hunched over position to make them appear bigger than ever. That sight was nearly enough to make Floyd cum on the spot, but he somehow managed to grit his teeth and hold on for another split second or two.

Feeling his cock start to throb in her snatch, Marla urged him on by hissing "Cum for me. Let me feel your cum all inside my little cunt."

That right there finished him off. Any fight he might have had left evaporated by hearing her tell him she wanted feel his 'cum all inside her little cunt.' The only thing left to fight was the urge to scream at the top of his lungs and tell her to 'fucking take it all' or something rather absurd and cliché like that.

Instead, he just slammed his hips up into her and buried his cock as deeply into her as the first eruptions exploded out of him. He could tell Marla had been caught by surprise by the action but she did an admirable job of taking it in stride and staying seated rather than getting bucked off.

"Fuck yeah," Marla groaned, tossing her head back as her pussy was basted with his cum.

"Oh shit," Floyd croaked, his voice hoarse as he settled back down onto the bed.

"Mmmm," Marla cooed into his ear as she slid off Floyd to settle onto the bed next to him.

"Are you going to unlock me now?" Floyd asked, worried that she might fall asleep with his hands still bound.

"Should I take you home now or can I wait until morning?" Marla responded, answering a question with a question as she propped herself up an elbow.

"Take the cuffs off and I'll answer," Floyd replied.

"I guess you're staying then," Marla said, grinning at him.

"I'll stay if you take off the cuffs," Floyd said, not really wanting to leave anyway but he figured it might be a nice bartering chip to get out of the handcuffs.

"Deal," Marla said, rolling over so she could reach into the drawer of the table beside the bed. Extracting the silver key, she rolled back over and pressed her body to him as she unlocked the handcuffs from his wrists.

"Did you have to put them on so tight?" Floyd asked, rubbing his wrists to get the circulation going again.

"I don't like people getting away before I'm done with them," Marla answered, shrugging her shoulders. Sliding out of bed, she said "I'll be right back, don't go anywhere."

Nodding, Floyd scrambled under the sheets as his eyes already started to droop in anticipation of sleep. He was barely aware of the bathroom light flicking on, and even less aware of Marla's return. Really, he wasn't even certain if he remembered feeling Marla slip back into bed next to him or not because his mind was gone almost the instant he felt the covers settle around him.

+ * + * +

"Wake up," Marla said, shaking Floyd from his slumber. Seeing his eyes open, she said "I really hate to just push you out the door like this but I have to meet some friends in like half an hour."

"What time is it?" Floyd asked, still groggy and squinting against the sun streaming in through the window.

"Almost noon," Marla responded. "We can do something later if you want, but right now I really need to be going."

"My friend, Joe, will probably want to hit some of the hot spots if you want to join us," Floyd suggested, sitting on the edge of the bed and reaching for his clothes.

"Sounds good. My band has a gig on Friday. If I don't catch you anywhere before then, then maybe I'll see you there," Marla proposed.

"Sure, just let me know where and I'll be there," Floyd agreed pulling his pants on. "I'll have to bring Joe with me, but it should be amusing to watch him get rejected by every woman he can talk to."

"Want me to take you back to wherever you're staying on my way?" Marla asked as Floyd slipped on his shirt.

"Yeah, I don't really want to walk," Floyd replied, casting his eyes around the room to make sure he had everything.

+ * + * +

"I see you got lucky last night too," Floyd said, closing the door of the hotel room. He'd passed the hot blond that Joe had been about to talk to in the bar the previous night as she was coming out of the room.

"Not as lucky as you though," Joe said, grinning.

"What do you mean? That blond was pretty damn hot," Floyd disputed, setting the flyer Marla had given him for her band's show on the table next to where Joe had left the keys to his van.

"Yeah she was, and tight as a twelve year old too," Joe said, grinning even bigger.

"Eww, I don't need to think about how tight a twelve year old is," Floyd grimaced.

"Well she was, but she wasn't a celebrity like yours was," Joe pointed out.

"What are you talking about?" Joe asked, not quite getting what Joe was trying to say.

"I was thinking about it and I'm convinced that really was the chick from 'Dude Where's My Car?'," Joe explained. "What'd she say her name was?"

"Marla, but she's not an actress. She said she's in a band and invited us to her show on Friday," Floyd argued.

"I knew it. Her name is Marla Sokoloff, and she's been in quite a few things. You'd know these things if you bothered to read about more than politics and baseball," Joe teased.

"Wait a minute, you had a hot babe like that blond in here and you spent time thinking about me?" Floyd asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I can multi-task, and thinking of you helps prolong the experience if you know what I mean," Joe chuckled.

"Oh God, I wish I didn't know what you mean," Floyd shuddered. "No more thinking of me while you're having sex, and I mean it. Think about baseball stats or something normal like that instead."

"I don't do it all the time. Sometimes I think about Kathy Bates, but she has a tendency to work a little too well," Joe shrugged.

"I don't care, it creeps me out," Floyd said.

"Fine," Joe relented. "I'm going to the beach, you coming?"

"No, I'm still tired since I didn't get my nap yesterday," Floyd answered.

"Can I take the van then? I promise not to think of you if I get laid in the back," Joe taunted.

"Whatever, but make sure to clean up after yourself. I don't want to find used condoms in there again," Floyd sighed.

"Bare back it is," Joe said, grabbing the keys off the table.

"Why do I even hang out with him?" Floyd muttered under his breath as Joe closed the door.

When no answer came to him immediately, he shrugged and crawled onto the bed that didn't appear to have been used in Joe's kinky sex games. Pulling the covers down, he was pleasantly surprised to find that Joe hadn't decided to break in both beds and leave him with a wet spot to sleep in as well.

+ * + * +

"Are you going to sleep all week, or are you going to have some fun?" Joe asked as Floyd lounged in bed on Wednesday morning.

"You dragged me out bar hopping the last two nights. I don't get over my hang over quite as easily as you," Floyd grunted.

"Get your ass out of bed and drink a beer. Hair of the dog is best hang over remedy ever created," Joe mentioned, referring to the idea that to cure a hang over you just drink more. It generally works, but it tends to lead to a bender where you black out for a month and wake up married to a fat redneck woman in Arkansas and working for the road crew cleaning up roadkill for supper.

"My liver is already screaming that its overworked as it is without adding even more to its workload," Floyd grunted, giving up and getting out of bed.

"You actually listen to it? If mine gets screaming I just assume its not busy enough and give it another shot of tequila to deal with," Joe grinned.

"Where are we going today?" Floyd asked, stretching his muscles.

"Where do you think? There's a wet t-shirt contest, so obviously we'll be going there," Joe shrugged.

"College girls in tight white shirts getting hosed down by cold water? Sounds good to me," Floyd said, going into the bathroom to take a shower.

+ * + * +

"Next contestant is Melinda Stark from the University of Oregon," rang through the speakers, accompanied by loud whistles and applause as a good looking brunette with huge tits walked on stage.

"Ooh, look at that rack. I hope she wins," Joe said, eyes riveted to the woman on stage as the water hit her. When she went the extra mile to get more applause by taking her shirt off, he added "She gets my vote."

"You've said that about every woman so far," Floyd said, shaking his head. "Besides, how can you vote for a woman in a wet t-shirt contest when she doesn't leave her shirt on?"

"Dude, you're gonna complain about seeing tits?" Joe demanded.

"No, I just think that they should be disqualified so that hot latino chick, Paulina, can win. She was so hot it hurt to just look at her," Floyd said, flashing back to the caramel skin and perfect round tits on Paulina.

"She was hot, but she didn't show me the goodies. When everyone else is showing them, you gotta show me the money to get my vote," Joe said.

"That Jerry McGuire reference got old about two days after the movie opened," Floyd grunted. "Since it looks like they're taking a break on stage, I'm going to go get something to drink."

"I'll come with you. I could use a beer and you'd probably just come back with a Pepsi or something," Joe said, taking one last look at the stage to make sure there wasn't some half naked chick about to get doused with water on it before following Floyd to the concession stand.

"We need someone to interview," Floyd overheard a good looking woman with brown hair, who looked to be about thirty give or take a couple years, tell a guy holding a camera as he and Joe neared the front of the line.

"Dude, do you know who that is?" Joe asked, nudging Floyd in the ribs with his elbow.

"No, but she's hot," Floyd said, eyeing her up and down in her khaki shorts and red tank top.

"That's Rachel Perry from VH1," Joe said, drawing a blank look from Floyd. "Seriously man, you need to turn on the tv to something other than ESPN once in a while."

"I watch every now and then. I've just never caught it while she's on," Floyd defended himself.

"Watching for a couple minutes when I stop to watch Norah Jones or that chick from the Black Eyed Peas doesn't count," Joe countered. "You'd be content to listen to nothing but classic rock for the rest of your life."

"There's nothing wrong with classic rock. How much of the music all over the airwaves today is going to remembered in twenty years let alone listened to by the youth like Neil Young or AC/DC?" Floyd demanded, getting a little defensive over the perceived slight of his music.

"I never said there was anything wrong with classic rock, you just need to listen to something a little more modern to balance it out a little," Joe responded.

"I don't mean to interrupt your little argument there, but I'm Rachel Perry with VH1. Could we talk to you two for a minutes?" the hot chick Joe had correctly identified as Rachel asked.

"I'm Floyd, and this is Joe," Floyd said, introducing themselves.

"Nice to meet you. You don't mind us interviewing you to air between videos on the top 20 countdown do you?" Rachel asked, shaking their hands.

"Sure, no problem," Floyd said.

"What do you want us to do?" Joe asked.

"You just pretty much stand there and answer questions. That's generally what happens in an interview," Rachel responded, making Floyd laugh at Joe's stupid question.

"I can do that," Joe said, shaking off the joke made at his expense.

"So, either of you ever fucked a chick in the ass?" Rachel asked out of nowhere.

"Say what?" Floyd replied, not sure if he heard her right.

"Is that an offer? If so, then I accept," Joe said, grinning.

"Don't mind him, he forgot to take his ********** this morning," Floyd said, elbowing Joe in the ribs.

"Ow, she asked. Did you expect me not to answer or something?" Joe said, rubbing the spot where Floyd's elbow had made contact.

"It's just a little habit I have of keeping people on their toes," Rachel explained. "Okay, wait for the cameraman to give you the signal and then just act naturally."

"Act like we normally act, or act like normal people?" Floyd asked. "Because I don't think you want Joe to act like he normally does. You'll spend four hours of film to get thirty seconds that can be aired on television."

"Act like normal people then," Rachel clarified. "So, seriously, have either of you fucked a chick in the ass?"

"Did the other night," Floyd said, winking at her as if she was still coming on to him.

"I'm not sure I want to answer that," Floyd responded.

"I like you," Rachel told Floyd. Looking at Joe, she added "You, not so much."

"How come you get all the babes?" Joe asked Floyd.

"Because you're an asshole," Floyd replied, matter of factly.

"The asshole is the most important part of the body, so I can't complain too loudly," Joe shrugged.

"It is not. The heart is totally more important," Floyd argued.

"If you two would shut the fuck up for a couple seconds, we could get this thing done," Rachel said, cutting them off before they could argue further.

"Fine, but you're the one who picked us," Floyd pointed out.

"Ready when you are Ms. Perry," the cameraman said.

"Are you done arguing?" Rachel asked Floyd and Joe. When they exchanged glances and nodded, she told the cameraman "I guess we're ready."

"In five... four... three..." the cameraman said, switching to hand signals for the rest of the countdown like in 'Wayne's World'.

"That was Norah Jones and her new album sold over a million copies in its first week. That's the best single week in a couple years and its got the record industry hoping that its a sign of some improvement at the cash register. Right now we're joined now by Floyd and Joe. Where are you from?" Rachel asked, shoving the microphone in their faces.

"We go to school in Los Angeles," Floyd responded.

"Yeah, we were bored so we thought we'd come down here for the tequila and easy women," Joe said, making Floyd roll his eyes.

"Tequila and easy women, huh? You could have had that by staying in LA and telling women you were movie producers," Rachel said.

"I've tried that, but its hard finding a woman who hasn't already fallen for the line twenty times," Joe responded. "After that, they start to wise up and ask for scripts up front. That's why I'm working on one right now that I can say is in development at some studio."

"Sounds like you've put a lot of thought into it," Rachel observed.

"He spends more time thinking of ways to get women into bed than he does actually getting them into bed," Floyd said, chuckling to himself.

"At least I don't mope around all day because my girlfriend dumped me and ran off," Joe fired back.

"And now back to the countdown," Rachel said, reading the look of fury in Floyd's eyes over Joe's comment.

"And we're out," the cameraman said, lowering the camera.

"You are so fucking dead," Floyd said, shooting daggers at Joe with his eyes.

"You have to catch me first," Joe said, taking off before Floyd could get him.

"I'm almost done here if you want to get a drink later," Rachel suggested to Floyd.

"Sure, I was going to let Joe find his own way back to the hotel anyway," Floyd said.

"You can hang out if you want, or you can meet me back here in, say, an hour if you want to see the rest of the wet t-shirt contest," Rachel offered.

"I'll hang out here," Floyd said, neglecting to mention that he could watch the action on stage from the vantage point he had as well as stare at Rachel's tits and ass.

+ * + * +

"So, you gonna answer my question or what?" Rachel asked as they settled at an outside table with their drinks.

"What question was that?" Floyd asking, taking a sip of his banana margarita.

"Have you ever fucked a chick up the ass?" Rachel said, smiling as the wind blew a few strands of her hair in front of her face.

"I already told you I wasn't going to answer that so why do you keep asking?" Floyd asked.

"I like a challenge," Rachel responded, tucking her hair behind her ear. "Its just one of those questions I ask to break the ice and keep people on their toes. I seem to get two types of responses: they either answer like your friend by puffing out their chests, acting macho, and say something like 'all the time' like I'm going to fall at their feet and beg them to sodomize me, or they completely shut down and won't answer anything because I've insulted them. I'm not Howard Stern or anything. I don't ask that kind of thing on camera. Its just a way for me to see who I'm dealing with. When I find someone who doesn't do either, it intrigues me. When they won't answer, it just makes me that much more determined to get my answer."

"Then I guess I should make you work for it," Floyd said, drawing another smile from her.

"If I get you drunk enough you'll answer, so drink up," Rachel said, pushing on the bottom of Floyd's glass as he was taking a sip.

"You trying to kill me?" Floyd asked, coughing after choking on the excess margarita Rachel had just poured down his throat.

"No, if I wanted to kill you I'd have Jim over there do it for me," Rachel said, nodding to her cameraman who was sitting a couple tables over. "He likes me so he'd do it cheap."

"Then I guess I better be nice to you so you don't feel the need to take out a contract on me," Floyd joked.

"And people say Americans are dumb," Rachel said, taking a drink of her tequila sunrise.

"I take it your not from the US then," Floyd mused.

"No, I'm from that arctic wonderland you guys like to call Canada," Rachel supplied.

"I think I've heard of it. Large land mass full of glaciers and Eskimos right? Usually pink on the map?" Floyd asked, winking at her just to let her know that he was joking.

"You forgot the part about sleeping in igloos and ending sentences with 'eh' all the time, but yeah that's the one," Rachel returned.

"You sleep in igloos, eh?" Floyd said, feeling like a Canadian just by using their national word.

"Only in the winter. The other two months of the year we sleep outside under the stars," Rachel said, rolling her eyes.

"I guess that's enough stereotyping of your homeland for now. We can make fun of mine if you want. There's plenty to make fun of, from the hillbillies in the south to the idiot we call our leader," Floyd suggested.

"You know what they say, you're only as smart as your elected officials," Rachel said.

"Then I guess we're a bunch of mouth breathing simpletons for letting a guy like Bush get anywhere near the oval office," Floyd grumbled.

"You said it, not me," Rachel said, holding her hands up to protest her innocence.

"I know. I just hope Kerry can win in November or I just might move north and find me one of them igloos to live in for the next four years," Floyd groaned.

"I've got one that I'm not using now that I'm in the states," Rachel offered.

"I'll give you two hundred thousand dollars, Canadian. That would be, what, five dollars, American?" Floyd joked.

"More like ten now. Our dollar is kicking your dollar's ass," Rachel shot back.

"I think I'm going to go find Joe and see if he's ready to go," Floyd said, finishing his drink. "He'll probably keep me out drinking most of the night so I should at least take a nap so I won't fall asleep in whatever dive bar he drags me into."

"I thought you were going to leave him to find his own way back," Rachel replied.

"I was, but I'm too nice a guy for that. He wouldn't leave me, so I can't leave him," Floyd shrugged. "He'd say that he'd leave me, but he'd come looking for me unless there was a good looking woman about to fuck the shit out of him."

"What the hell, I'll come with," Rachel said, finishing her drink and tossing a couple bills on the table to cover the tab. "You haven't answered my question yet, so I'm not giving up until you do."

+ * + * +

"You're never going to find him," Rachel chimed in, surveying the mass of people everywhere.

"I have to at least try," Floyd grunted, pushing his way through the throng.

"Lets go backstage," Rachel said, pulling Floyd toward the security railing by the stage.

"I have to find Joe," Floyd reminded her.

"Come on, live a little," Rachel said, pulling on his arm with more force than he would've thought possible from her petite frame.

"No one backstage," a muscular Mexican said, blocking their path.

"I'm a journalist," Rachel said, flashing her press pass at him.

"Si, seniorita," he said, stepping out of the way.

"Works every time," Rachel giggled quietly to Floyd as they passed. "Want to look around?"

"I'd really rather find my..." Floyd said, trailing off as his eyes landed on Paulina, the hot latino chick he'd so enjoyed when he'd seen her on stage earlier.

"Good choice," Rachel said, following his eyes. Pointing at a big busted brunette a few feet away, she said "I would've gone more for her over there, but your pick has her fine points as well."

"She's hot too, but she just doesn't have the cuteness that mine does," Floyd interjected.

"I like cute too, but you know, in guys," Rachel agreed.

"Too bad, I hear lesbian sex is great," Floyd grinned. "You sure you don't want to give it a try with some of the women here while I watch?"

"No thanks," Rachel said, shaking her head. Leaning in to whisper into his ear, she asked "Are you dumb, or just really slow?"

"That depends. I like to think I'm just slow but there are a lot of people out there that will tell you I'm dumber than a box of hammers," Floyd responded, not sure what she was referring to.

"I've been giving you signals like crazy for the last couple hours and I don't think you picked any of them up," Rachel replied.

"Signals?" Floyd asked, giving her a blank stare. He knew what signals are, but he obviously hadn't been paying attention if she'd been giving them.

"Lets see," Rachel said, readying her list, "I invited you for a drink and then told you I was going to get you drunk. Then I volunteered to help you look for your friend, who I really could give less than a shit about. Now were talking about what we find attractive and none of those things registered?"

"I guess I wasn't paying attention," Floyd said, stating the obvious. "Are you saying you want to get something to eat later? I bet they have great tacos around here."

"I don't date dumb asses," Rachel remarked. "I would be open to fucking you six ways to Sunday though."

"Even better. My place or yours?" Floyd asked her.

"Neither." Rachel cast her eyes around before grabbing his arm. "Under the stage. The show's about to start back up so no one will hear us."

Floyd was about to argue with her, but he wisely decided to shut himself up before he did. Instead he let himself be dragged underneath the stage. The stage was set high enough that people in the audience could see so they had no problem moving about underneath it.

"Here," Rachel said, making sure they were far enough under that no one on the outside would notice them.

Glancing around to make sure there wasn't anyone under the stage with them, Floyd's gaze returned to Rachel just in time to see her pulling her tank top over her head to reveal her naked tits. They were in the shadows so he didn't get the best view of her tits but he could see well enough to know they were rather perky and the nipples were standing out with her arousal.

"Are you just going to stand there, or are you going to get naked?" Rachel demanded, unbuttoning her shorts.

"Getting naked," Floyd said, giving her a mock salute before pulling his shirt off.

Before Floyd could get his pants and underwear down any further than his knees, Rachel already had her shorts off and was starting to get impatient. Grabbing onto his shoulders she leaped up and wrapped her legs around his waist. Reaching down she grabbed his cock by the base and lifted her body up to aim it at her opening.

As she dropped herself down on his dick Floyd leaned back against a pole that was behind him. Her pussy wasn't the tightest he'd ever fucked, even in the last couple days, but it was tighter than he had thought it would be. After all, she was probably in her thirties when women seemed to loosen up considerably.

"Yeah," Rachel whispered into his ear, not wanting to raise her voice very far for fear of being discovered.

Turning around, Floyd leaned Rachel's back against the pole to give him leverage to fuck her. With her hands on his shoulders he reached around her to grab the pole and hold her still as he surged up into her. What her snatch lacked in tightness it made up for with muscle control as it milked his cock.

"Fuck me," Rachel grunted, lunging her hips out to meet his strokes.

Not wanting to get caught Floyd slipped one hand between them to frig her clit in hopes of speeding it up a little. He would've liked it to last as possible but he didn't know when someone would wander under the stage and find them, so the logical side of his brain won out over his penis. Sure it was a little disconcerting for his penis to lose an argument, but it understood the score and grudgingly accepted the outcome.

"Fuck yeah," Rachel groaned, her hips bucking even faster against Floyd's fingers and cock.

Noticing that Rachel's tits were sticking out all nice and inviting with her back arched and her arms together, Floyd bent his head down to flick her nipples with his tongue. Her head lolled back against the pole at the touch of his tongue and even reached down to lift one up to his mouth. Sucking the offered nipple into his mouth, he nibbled on it and tugged on it with his teeth until popped free.

"Ooh," Rachel moaned as Floyd gave her nipple another tug.

Switching to the other nipple, Floyd sucked it into his mouth. Swirling his tongue around it, Floyd tugged on it with his teeth and admired the sight of his saliva glistening on and around the puffy nipple in the shade they were in. Flicking his tongue across the nipple a couple times he gave her clit one last rub with his fingers before he felt her start to cum.

"Cumming," Rachel moaned, biting her lip to keep from screaming out.

Stepping up his pace to try to cum with her, Floyd fucks her pussy with everything he can muster. He doesn't quite get there in time, erupting into her snatch just as she's starting to come down from her orgasm.

"So, are you going to answer my question now?" Rachel asked, unlocking her legs from around Floyd's waist.

"Gee, I don't know if I know you well enough," Floyd grinned, pulling up his pants.

"Oh come on," Rachel said, smacking him on the arm as she pulled on her shorts.

"A couple. It'd be more but I'm too nice a guy to push the issue if the woman says no," Floyd responded.

"I knew I could get you to answer," Rachel said, smiling as she slipped into the rest of her clothes.

+ * + * +

"Where ya been?" Joe asked, looking up from the television when Floyd walked in the hotel room.

"Looking for you. Then I noticed that my van was gone and figured you took it," Floyd answered.

"You took off with Rachel and I was getting bored so I figured she'd give you a ride. I would've said that she would've given you a ride after you fucked her, but she's out of your league," Joe shrugged, turning his attention back to the screen.

"Out of my league, huh?" Floyd asked, pulling Rachel's panties out of his pocket and flipping them onto the bed next to Joe.

"Dude," Joe said, picking up the panties and inspecting them. Lifting them to his nose he sniffed the crotch.

"Was that really necessary?" Floyd asked, disgusted by the display.

"You're the one carrying them around with you and bragging about banging her," Joe pointed out. "Since my bringing Amber up obviously made her sympathetic to your cause, then you're welcome. You can just buy me a case of beer or something when we get back as a thank you gift."

"What the fuck are you talking about? I'm not going to thank you, and I'm sure as hell not going to buy you beer for bringing Amber up," Floyd said, snatching the remote from Joe. "You're just lucky I don't kick the shit out of you for it. There, consider that your little thank you present."

"Gee, what got up your ass? You must not have done it right because you're supposed to feel happy after you fuck a hot chick," Joe said, taking a beer out of the cooler between the beds. Tossing it to Floyd he reached in and grabbed another.

"I don't know, maybe I just need to get loaded and pass out in a puddle of my own vomit. It seems to work for you," Floyd shrugged, cracking the beer open.

"If there's going to be two of us getting hammered then we're going to need more beer. Can I borrow the van to go get more?" Joe asked, sitting up in bed.

"Why not, at least you bothered to answer this time," Floyd said, taking a big gulp of his beer.

+ * + * +

"Hey there stud," Marla said as Floyd and Joe walked out of their hotel room. She was leaning against the wall outside their room in white shorts and tank top.

Floyd and Joe had been up late drinking and had polished off the beer that had been in the cooler and most of the case that Joe had brought back. The hangover was in full effect and the headache was so strong that it felt like Lars Ulrich was using his brain as a drum kit and currently playing Sanitarium on it.

"Hey there yourself," Joe said, cocking his head to the side to look at Marla.

"Not you," Marla said, waving Joe off. "I was talking to Floyd there."

"Hi Marla," Floyd said, giving her a hug.

"Fuck this, I'm going for breakfast. If you're going to use the room, keep out of my bed. I only like to sleep in the wet spot if the stuff's mine," Joe said, walking past them.

"I just thought I'd drop by and make sure you're coming to see me play tomorrow," Marla said.

"Oh, yeah. I'll be there front and center," Floyd responded.

"If you're not then the handcuffs won't be the only kinky thing I pull out on you," Marla said, winking at him. "I've got a whip with your name on it if you're not there tomorrow."

"Bull whip or more of a riding crop type whip?" Floyd asked.

"Both, so don't be late," Marla said, giving Floyd a kiss on the cheek before turning and walking away.

+ * + * +

"Why do I have to be here?" Joe whined when they were inside the bar.

"You're the one who's been trying to get me into a bar every waking minute this week and now you don't want to be in one?" Floyd asked, taking a seat at a table right in front of the stage.

"Its not that, this place just seems a little too upscale. I'm more of a dive bar kind of guy," Joe answered. "Look at this, the place is even well lit. In a place like this you probably actually have to work to pick up a chick."

"You can leave if you want, but I'll probably get laid again if I stay. If I go then I'm at the whimsy of the universe of whether I get any or not," Floyd said.

"Can I take the van?" Joe asked.

"No, I might need it later just in case I don't get lucky," Floyd answered.

"Then I guess I'm staying. At least there are some hot chicks around," Joe said, glancing around the bar. "That blond at the next table looks like... no, it can't be."

"Go talk to her. I'm in the mood for a good laugh when she slaps you for asking if she wanted to play army," Floyd grinned.

"I'll have you know that I've had that line work. Sure its gotten a few drinks poured over my head when I offer to lie down so they can blow the hell out of me, but it works more than you'd think," Joe pointed out.

"If Marla's a celebrity like you say, then that may actually be the blond chick from 'American Pie' sitting next to us. Maybe Marla brought some friends from Hollywood with her," Floyd offered.

"I'm telling you she really is an actress. Who's more qualified to know, me or you?" Joe asked.

"Hmm, you spend ten hours a day in front of the television while I actually go to class, so I guess that would be you then," Floyd answered.

"Of course its me. You're pop culturally illiterate, except when it comes to something as meaningless as baseball," Joe said.

"Baseball is meaningless but knowing the cast list for every Bruce Lee movie isn't?" Floyd asked, rolling his eyes.

"Don't even think of fucking with the Dragon man," Joe said. "I'm not saying knowing Bruce Lee movies has meaning, but its no more meaningless than being able to tell me who lead Kansas City in home runs or steals last year."

"That would be Carlos Beltran on both counts," Floyd said without even bothering to think.

"Good to see you made it," Marla said, coming up behind Floyd. She had two beers in her hand and set one in front of Floyd and one in front of Joe.

"Well, I didn't want to be on the receiving end of that whip," Floyd said, offering her a seat next to him.

"I can't sit. I have to talk to a couple people and then hit the stage, but I thought I'd say hi," Marla said, kissing him on the cheek before over to the table where the chick Floyd and Joe thought was Tara Reid was sitting.

"Its gotta be her," Joe said, seeing Marla talking to the blond.

"I'll ask Marla who she is just so you won't be left to speculate all night. That is, unless you actually want to get off your ass and talk to her," Floyd said. When Joe shrugged, he caught Marla's attention and waved her over.

"Miss me already?" Marla asked.

"Joe wants to know who that blond you were just talking to was," Floyd said, nodding at Joe just in case Marla couldn't figure out who he was talking about.

"Its Tara Reid, isn't it?" Joe pressed.

"Why don't you go ask her yourself?" Marla challenged him.

"I've been telling him to do that, but he's too scared or something. He'll hit on every woman in a bar but he won't go talk to one that he thinks has a possibility of being slightly famous," Floyd said, shrugging his shoulders.

"Fine, I think I will go talk to her," Joe said, not wanting to have his manhood questioned.

"Is it really her, or did you just want to get rid of him?" Floyd asked when Joe was gone.

"Both. It really is her, but he won't get very far," Marla whispered. "In fact, in about five seconds he'll meet her bodyguard and decide to come back before he gets his ass kicked."

To emphasize her point, she held up her hand with all five fingers extended. With each passing second she pulled one finger down to count off the time. When she got to three seconds a big black guy was getting up. As the five seconds was expiring, Joe was calmly backing away and making apologies.

"I have to go, but I'll be back after the set," Marla said, grinning at Joe as he was taking his seat.

"Its her, and she digs me," Joe said, obviously forgetting that he was just run out of town.

"Yeah, I could tell. She liked you so much she had you scared off," Floyd said, laughing.

"He's just lucky I left before I showed some moves I picked up watching 'Fists Of Fury' last week," Joe said.

"Is that the Terminatrix over there?" Floyd asked, changing the subject and pointing to a cute blond at a corner table.

"No, but she does look an awful lot like her," Joe replied. "I'm not sure, but I think the Terminatrix is over at the bar doing shots of tequila."

"Wow, they really do look a lot alike," Floyd observed.

"Yeah, I think the one in the corner is Olivia Wilde. She was in that show about porn that Fox canceled after it was dragged down by Joe Millionaire 2," Joe said, showing his useless knowledge. "Now that brunette behind you, that one even you should be able to recognize."

Turning around, Floyd saw who Joe was talking about and did indeed recognize her. He didn't watch a whole lot of TV but he made an exception for Buffy and its spin-off, Angel. The woman sitting at the table behind them was none other than Amy Acker, who played Fred on Angel, sitting there in what looked like a light yellow sun dress.

"Close your mouth, you're attracting flies," Joe said, snapping Floyd out of his little daydream over seeing one of his favorite celebrity women in person. "I guess its my turn to tell you to go talk to her."

"I couldn't," Floyd protested. "I wouldn't know what to say."

"Dude, you were dating a celebrity. You've had Michelle Trachtenberg beg you to fuck her. You just fucked Marla Sokoloff, and you claim to have fucked Rachel Perry this afternoon. That's not even counting Kelly Clarkson. Amy Acker is hot but she's nothing compared to all of them," Joe countered.

"Yeah, but I didn't know they were celebrities before I started talking to them. Well. except for Michelle and Kelly, but they were different. Michelle was Amber's friend and Kelly I've known for years. I can't just walk up to Amy Acker and just say 'hey, what's up?' I'll look like an idiot," Floyd said.

"Who cares? I'll be the only that's actually going to remember and I'll only remind you of what an idiot you looked like a couple times a day until graduation," Joe said, taking a sip of his beer.

"Gee thanks, but then I'll just have to remind you of the time you were about to fuck Jessica Stanton at that party last year but threw up on her just as you were rounding second base," Floyd countered. "Talk about blowing your chances with a woman. She won't even come within twenty feet of you now."

"Then I'll have to bring up that time you had that 'wardrobe malfunction' at the same party and spent the whole night with your zipper down and your wang peeking out," Joe grinned.

"Is this seat taken?" a female voice asked from behind Floyd.

"No, go right a- ahead," Floyd said, stammering when he turned around to see Amy Acker standing there.

"Thanks, I like to be as close to the stage as I can at these kinds of things," Amy said, setting her drink on the table so she could take the seat next to Floyd.

"So do I," Floyd said, trying not to stutter.

"This band's good, I've seen them before," Amy said, making small talk.

"He knows one of the members," Joe said, pointing at Floyd.

"Yeah, I just met her a couple days ago and she invited us," Floyd said, silently thanking Joe for the opening.

"I'm going to get another beer. Either of you want anything?" Joe asked, finishing off his beer.

"I'm good," Amy said, tilting her glass to show that she still had some left.

"I love your show," Floyd blurted out, and then grimaced at his clichéd comment.

"It was a bit of a shock when it was canceled," Amy said, laughing.

"Fucking WB," Floyd muttered.

"I can't complain. I got three seasons out of it and I'm sure I'll be welcome on the Buffy convention circuit if I feel like doing any," Amy shrugged.

"Can I get your autograph?" Floyd asked, searching his pockets for a pen and paper.

"Sure," Amy said, pulling a pen and slip of paper out of her purse. "Do you want me to make it out to Floyd, or someone else?"

"Floyd would be fine," Floyd said eagerly. "Wait, how'd you know my name?"

"Didn't your friend say it?" Amy asked, trying to cover her tracks.

"No, he just said 'he knows one of the members' when we were talking about the band," Floyd said, his paranoia kicking in.

"You caught me," Amy said, signing the slip of paper. "Michelle says hi."

"Geez, she's sending people to spy on me? How'd you find me?" Floyd asked, suddenly wanting to flee.

"She didn't send me to 'spy' on you. I was already in the area and she asked me to keep an eye on you," Amy explained.

"So she asked you to spy on me," Floyd supplied.

"Okay, I guess that would be one way to look at it," Amy conceded. "She gave me an idea of where you guys might end up and a description of the two of you. I was just going to keep my eyes open in case I saw either of you but then I ran into Marla. Quite a coincidence if I do say so myself that the guy I'm supposed to be looking for just happened to hook up with a friend of mine."

"I feel like I've got big brother staring over my shoulder ready to shake his finger disapprovingly at me if I do something even slightly bad," Floyd said, gritting his teeth.

"She's quite taken by you by the way," Amy said, finishing the last of her drink.

"Who is?" Floyd asked. "Michelle or Marla?"

"Both, but I didn't tell you that," Amy answered, motioning for another round of drinks. "Marla wouldn't shut up about the guy she met when I ran into her yesterday. Michelle seems to have a thing for you as well. Normally I'd say its just lust with Michelle, but there's something else there that I can't quite put my finger on."

"Tell Michelle to mind her own business, I can take care of myself," Floyd said, as Marla's band started playing.

+ * + * +

"Great set," Floyd told Marla as she came over after the set.

"Thanks," Marla said, sitting down in Joe's chair since he hadn't returned from the bar yet. "I see you met Amy."

"Yeah, we did," Floyd said bitterly.

"Ahh, she must have told you about her mission," Marla said, observing the icy tone in Floyd's voice.

"She told you?" Floyd asked.

"When I told her I met a guy named Floyd she started pumping me for a description. It was pretty obvious she was looking for you, so I asked her. You didn't tell me you had a girlfriend," Marla said.

"He doesn't," Amy said, finally chiming in.

"Then who sent you to check up on him?" Marla asked, confused.

"It gets a little confusing, so keep up. Michelle Trachtenberg sent me to keep tabs on him. He was banging Michelle's friend Amber, but Amber caught Floyd and Michelle in bed and broke up with him even though nothing happened. Now Michelle is trying to get them back together since she was responsible for breaking them up. I have no idea how much of that is true since that Michelle's version of things, but it fits enough with Michelle's personality for at least large parts of it to be true," Amy explained.

"Can you to run that by me once more?" Marla asked, trying to digest the explanation.

"While you do that, I'm going to go make sure Joe didn't get stuck in a toilet or something," Floyd said, excusing himself from the table as Amy started her explanation over again.

"Hey man," Joe yelled to Floyd as he approached. "Meet Kristanna Loken and Olivia Wilde."

"Nice to meet you," Floyd said, shaking each of their hands.

"Kristanna was the Terminatrix and Olivia was in a show about porn on Fox," Joe explained.

"That's great," Floyd said, taking a closer look and being struck by just how much they looked like each other.

"We're not related," Kristanna said, spotting the scrutiny Floyd was putting them under.

"She's not my sister, she just plays one in a movie," Olivia said, obviously pleased with her play on the old 'I'm not a doctor' saying.

"We're filming a movie down here, and this is a nice place to pick up guys when we're not shooting," Kristanna elaborated.

"You don't say," Floyd said, feigning interest.

"What are you doing over here? I thought you'd be talking to Amy and Marla. That's why I came over here so you could work your mojo and get laid," Joe said.

"Amy knew who we were the whole time. Michelle sent her down here to spy on me. Michelle claims to be helping me with Amber but she's probably feeding every detail Amy reports back right to her. Now Amber's going to know about Marla and ruin any chance I had," Floyd lamented.

"Feeling paranoid or anything?" Joe asked, raising his eyebrows.

"I'm not paranoid," Floyd snapped. He didn't feel like having his suspicions crapped on at the moment and that was exactly what Joe was doing.

"Think about it rationally," Joe said, trying to calm Floyd down. "Michelle likes to be in control, so maybe sending Amy down was just another way for her to take control. Maybe she's hoping you meet someone and then she can get in on the action."

"I guess, but that's an awful lot of maybes," Floyd grunted.

"What if this Michelle sent that Amy girl down here in hopes of keeping you from meeting someone else while she smooths things out with Amber?" Olivia asked, shocking Joe because that was the first intelligent thing she'd said since he sat down.

"Yes, yes it is," Floyd said, turning over the possibility that what Olivia said was exactly what Michelle had in mind. He wasn't convinced, but it sure made him feel a whole lot better than his idea that Michelle was actually trying to drive him and Amber even further apart.

"I'm going to go back. Are you coming, or are you going to hang with your new friends?" Floyd asked Joe, standing up.

"They're better looking than you are, but I'll come if they do," Joe said, looking back and forth between Kristanna and Olivia.

"I'm easy," Olivia said, giggling when she realized that the statement could be misconstrued.

"I'll get another round and then I guess I'll join you guys," Kristanna said, finishing off her beer.

"I was beginning to wonder if you fell in the same hole Joe did," Marla said when Floyd sat down next to her. "I see you guys made a friend."

"You thought I'd leave you and not come back?" Floyd joked. "Marla and Amy, this is Olivia. Olivia, Marla and Amy. Olivia's friend, Kristanna should be here in a couple minutes."

"Hi Olivia," Marla said, nodding her head as the new arrival pulled up a chair next to Amy with Joe between Olivia and Floyd. Turning her attention back to Floyd, she started working through the information that Amy had given her. "I think I've got a handle on your situation. You don't have a girlfriend, but Michelle is working to get you together with her friend Amber. I'm not completely clear on what's going on between you and Amber or between you and Michelle, but that's really not my business."

"To be honest, I'm not even sure what's going on between Amber and I, and Michelle's one of those 'friends with benefits' so to speak. She just drops by whenever she wants to get laid," Floyd shrugged.

"He was fucking Amber, but Amber caught him fucking Michelle, the three of them fucked, and Amber ran off screaming," Joe supplied, using his usual subtle manor.

"Well, that explains a few things," Marla said, laughing. "So Amber got a taste of a woman and didn't like it? Too bad for her."

"What?" Amy and Floyd both asked simultaneously.

"Oh come on, don't give me that," Marla said, waving off their shocked looks. "I love men, but women are just so sensual that its a nice change of pace every now and then. Besides, you get one of each at the same time and its the best of both worlds."

"It is," Kristanna chipped in, appearing as if out of nowhere. She grabbed a chair from another table and set it between Olivia and Amy "Women know what spots to hit, but a guy has a dick. Dildos can only do so much to duplicate the feeling of being fucked by a good, hard cock."

"I like where this conversation is headed," Joe said, leaning in to hear every word.

"You're telling me that you've never done a woman?" Marla asked Amy.

"No, I'm married," Amy said.

"Even more reason for you to try it," Marla countered. "Most men don't care if their girl brings a woman home with them. If Penthouse is to be believed, they'd actually consider it to be the ultimate turn on."

"It is," Joe said, nodding his head vigorously. "Two chicks getting it on is every man's fantasy, but so few of us get to witness it."

"See? Men love watching two women together and they don't feel as threatened because they're not as afraid of you falling for another woman as they would be if you brought another man home," Marla said.

Floyd watched as Marla innocently put her hand on Amy's knee. He wouldn't have thought much of it but Kristanna did the same on the side with Amy's other knee. When the hands lightly started to squeeze and massage the knees they were on, Amy started to get a little flushed and Floyd knew that something was about to happen.

"I've heard the rumors about Alyson Hannigan and her wild parties. You may not have been on Buffy, but Angel is a spin-off and Aly's married to the guy who plays Wesley so you can't tell me you've never been to one of her parties," Marla pressed. "Surely you saw some wild things at those parties. Didn't you ever get a little curious about what it might be like to be with a woman?"

"A little," Amy confessed, her voice cracking slightly.

"While you're here, let yourself go. If you don't like it, then no one will know. If you do, then find some way to let your husband know you want a threesome," Marla said, dropping her voice to a whisper that only Amy and Joe could hear since they were the ones right next to her.

When Amy didn't respond right away, Marla took the opportunity to slide her hand up Amy's thigh. Floyd couldn't see much from his vantage point, but the hand was far up to have disappeared underneath the fabric of Amy's dress.

"Oh," Amy quietly moaned, her eyes opening as wide as they could possibly go.

Soon Kristanna's hand was following suit and Amy's legs were spread wide. Amy's dress was shifting as the hands moved about underneath it and from the pattern of movement it looked like at least one of them was fingering Amy's pussy.

"You're missing it," Floyd hissed to Joe, not taking his eyes off the show.

"Where?" Joe demanded, craning his neck to look. "Oh shit, look at that."

"I wanna see," Olivia said, sliding as close to Kristanna as she could so she could watch as well.

"Oh," Amy moaned, biting her lip. Everyone at the table was watching but all she could do was sit there and let Marla and Kristanna do their thing. It felt too good to stop and she feared that if she told the others at the table to stop watching it'd draw the attention of other people in the now almost deserted bar.

As Floyd, Joe, and Olivia watched, Marla leaned in and whispered something to Amy. It was too quiet for Floyd to hear but Amy nodded her head and Marla pulled her hand out from under her dress. Making eye contact with Amy, Marla lifted her fingers to her mouth. Floyd saw them well enough to see wetness on them before Marla stuck them in her mouth and licked them clean.

"You guys coming?" Marla asked the rest of them as she stood up. Not waiting for an answer she motioned for them to follow with her head and grabbed Amy's hand to lead her off.

Kristanna quickly got up and followed. Exchanging glances, Floyd and Joe soon followed suit with Olivia hot on their heels. They rounded a corner and Floyd wondered where they might be headed until he caught up with them.

They were in a back room that he guessed had served as a dressing room for Marla's band. The piece of tape on the door with the word "Smittin" scrawled on it seemed to back up his theory. He would've taken more time to investigate but the sight of Amy leaning against the wall with Marla lifting up her dress grabbed his attention and refused to let go for obvious reasons.

"Come here," Floyd heard Kristanna say. He looked away from Marla and Amy just long enough to see Kristanna grabbing the front of Joe's shirt with one hand and Olivia's arm with the other.

"You're looking rather lonely over there," Marla told Floyd as she dragged Amy's panties down. "Why don't you ask Tara back there for some company?"

Spinning around, Floyd found himself face to face with Tara Reid. She was standing in the doorway in a light blue tee shirt that was ripped to show off her stomach and white hip hugger jeans. Her bodyguard wasn't there so he figured the guy must be stationed outside the room ready to stop anyone that tried to get past.

"So, what brings you here?" Floyd asked Tara.

"Marla gave me the 'something good's about to happen' signal, so I came to see what she had in mind," Tara responded as Marla dropped to her knees in front of Amy.

"So that's what the nod of her head was for. And here I thought it was for me," Floyd said.

"It was for both of you, now either fuck her or get over here fuck me or get the fuck out. This is for people who want to get laid," Marla snapped, slipping a finger into Amy's pussy.

"Ooh," Amy moaned, no longer worried about people hearing her.

Floyd looked from Marla to Tara trying to decide who he wanted to try first. His decision was made for him when Tara pushed him into a chair in front of a dressing table with a big mirror over it. Shrugging, he leaned back and let her work to pull off his jeans.

A moan from the other side of the room dragged Floyd's attention away from the blond working on his zipper. Glancing over he saw Olivia on the couch with her dress pulled up to her waist, Kristanna on all fours in front of her with her leather pants down, and Joe with his pants around his knees behind Kristanna. Kristanna's head was buried between Olivia's thighs and Joe had his cock buried in Kristanna's pussy.

Checking on the other pairing Floyd turned his head to see Amy's leg draped over Marla's shoulder and her hands buried in Marla's hair. Her eyes were closed and she was pushing Marla's face into her crotch.

Both were such hot scenes that Floyd almost forgot about Tara. The hand gripping his dick inside his pants brought him back to his own situation though. He looked down just in time to see Tara pulling his penis out of his fly. She looked up and winked at him before diving down on his staff.

The ease with which Tara took him was a tip off that she was well versed in the art of giving head. Even with that evidence, if there had been any doubt in Floyd's mind it was erased, along with just about every thought in his head, when she started to pull back up and applied enough suction to suck his prostate out through his urethra. His mind went from being full 'wow, I'm being sucked off by Tara Reid while Marla's eating Amy Acker's pussy' type thoughts to being emptier than Paris Hilton's head in less than a second.

"Fuck me," Kristanna demanded from the other side of the room.

"Oh yeah," Amy moaned from close to be right in Floyd's ear.

"Ahhh," Olivia screeched as Kristanna hit a sensitive spot.

"You want to be fucked? I'll fuck you good," Joe hissed, followed by a sharp smack that Floyd figured was Joe giving Kristanna a little spanking.

Looking down at Tara Floyd saw that Tara's hand had unbuttoned her jeans so she could snake her hand into them. The front of her jeans was moving pretty good and it corresponded with the increase in speed she put into the bobbing of her head on his cock. Soon she was moaning around his dick as her fingers got her pussy worked up.

"Stop," Floyd said, pulling on Tara's hair until she pulled her mouth off his cock. "Bend over the table."

When she did, he grabbed her jeans and yanked them do to reveal a perfect ass with just a thin strip of silky black material running between her cheeks. Grabbing onto the sides of her panties, he tugged them and watched with glee as the string pulled free of the globes of her ass. When the panties joined her pants at her ankles, she kicked off her sandals and stepped out of both.

Letting his hands roam Tara's body, Floyd felt the smooth skin of her ass and back before traveling to her stomach and up to her tits. She wasn't wearing a bra and the lack of a roadblock between his hands and her nipples delighted Floyd. Grabbing the bottom of her shirt, he lifted it up and watched as they came into view in the mirror.

Lining his cock with Tara's opening, Floyd took one last glance in the mirror to see what everyone else was up to. He could see Amy writhing against the wall and moaning loudly as she pressed Marla's face into her pussy even harder. Olivia had her tits out and was mauling them with her hands while Kristanna slid two fingers in and out of her cunt. Kristanna had stopped eating Olivia's pussy so she could throw her head back and scream for Joe to fuck her harder. For Joe's part, he had a hand wrapped in her hair and was using it to pull her back onto him.

Turning his attention back to Tara, Floyd rammed his cock home with one quick thrust. Tara's eyes shot open and made contact with his in the mirror as she moaned her delight. Gripping her hips in his hands, Floyd kept the eye contact in the mirror as he started to pull back out. Driving back in he watched her face contort in pleasure as she gripped the edge of the table for support.

"Cum-ming," Amy panted as she bucked her hips against Marla's face.

Floyd kept one eye on Tara with the other on Amy as she orgasmed. The look on the brunette's face was one of amazement and complete and utter bliss as her first climax at the hands of another woman erupted inside her. She looked like she had just discovered something of immense value and Floyd was sure that it wouldn't be the last time Amy let a woman go down on her.

"Come on and fuck me damn it," Tara demanded of Floyd, pushing back to meet his thrusts.

Stepping up his pace Floyd started fucking Tara with gusto. When that didn't appear to be enough for her he reached around with one hand and found her clit with one of his fingers. At his touch on her sensitive nub her body spasmed as if electricity had jolted through her.

"Fuck yeah," Tara screamed, watching Floyd's cock slamming into her cunt in the mirror.

Feeling the cum starting to boil in his balls, Floyd rubbed Tara's clit more insistently. The whole scene playing out in the mirror was just too much for him. Amy sliding the wall to sit on the floor after her orgasm, Marla standing up to pull down her pants, Kristanna fucking Olivia in a scene as close to incest as you can get without actually being incest, banging Tara Reid, it was all so surreal that Floyd was sure he'd wake up any minute and see that it was all just one marvelous dream. He toyed with pinching himself but decided not to just in case it was a dream because he really didn't want to stop it any sooner than he had to.

"Ohh fuuuuucccck," Tara screeched as her orgasm started.

Her pussy clamped down on Floyd's cock and pushed him over the edge. With one last sweet thrust into her spasming snatch he let loose. Gritting his teeth he felt his cum erupting out of his cock to splatter the walls of Tara's pussy.

"Thanks stud," Tara said as Floyd withdrew from her.

"No problem," Floyd said, turning around to see if there were any openings. Kristanna and Olivia had switched places with Kristanna on the couch, Olivia between her thighs, and Joe behind Olivia getting ready to plunge in. Amy was sitting on the ground with her back to the wall and Marla in front of her with her pants down coaxing Amy to eat her pussy.

"Get on the floor with Amy eating your pussy on her hands and knees," Floyd suggested to Marla.

"How 'bout it Amy?" Marla asked. Amy pulled her mouth away from Marla's cunt long enough to nod somewhat timidly. Her mouth was covered in Marla's juices and there was a certain fire in her eyes that belied the shyness in her body language.

"I think I'm going to go let Kristanna clean me up a little," Tara told Floyd, grinning as she patted him on the back. Pressing her tits against his back she gave his semi-hard cock a squeeze before sauntering over the group on the couch.

Floyd kept switching between watching Tara straddle Kristanna's face and watching Marla lay down on the floor with Amy positioning herself between her legs. By the time Amy was fully back to business on Marla's pussy, Floyd saw the opening he wanted most. It was waving at him and he was determined to get a piece.

Dropping to his knees behind Amy, he grabbed his cock with one hand. Without even letting Amy know that he was there, he lifted up her dress and drilled his cock into her hole in one fluid motion. Her head shot up from Marla's snatch and a loud moan escaped her lips.

"No!" Marla yelled, pointing at Floyd. "She's off limits."

"How come you get to but I can't?" Floyd challenged, giving Amy a small stroke of his cock in defiance.

"She's married and she's just deciding whether she'd like to let her husband live out his fantasy of fucking two women. This is for her to taste pussy, not dick," Marla said.

"But she likes it," Floyd said, giving Amy a sharp thrust drawing a loud moan from her. "See? Besides, serves her right for spying on me."

"I don't care, get out of there now," Marla snapped. Floyd pulled out a little and then slammed his way back in. "She's supposed to be eating my pussy but she can't if she's too busy moaning."

"Well what else am I supposed to fuck?" Floyd challenged, looking around the room to see the other women in the room busy with their holes already spoken for.

"Let me change positions and you can fuck me," Marla said, sliding out from under Amy as Floyd pulled out. Flipping Amy over on her back she crawled on top in the customary sixty-nine position. "There, now come fuck me from behind."

Shrugging, Floyd moved around so he was behind Marla. Looking down he saw Amy smile and wink at him as her tongue darted out to lick Marla's slit. Not wanting to disrupt Amy's tongue action, Floyd slipped two fingers into Marla's pussy to get them nice and wet before moving them up to her asshole.

"Ooh, yeah," Marla moaned, pushing back onto Floyd's fingers as they played at the gates of her anus. "You gonna fuck my ass baby?"

"I was thinking about it," Floyd grinned, pushing his fingers past her rosebud.

"Do it," Marla urged when Floyd withdrew his fingers, wagging her butt in the air.

The new position and change of partners gave Floyd a better view of the group on the other side of the room. That was a bit of a bonus, even if it meant that Amy was off limits to him. As he spread Marla's ass cheeks so he could aim his cock at her cute little butthole he glanced over to see that Tara and Kristanna had dropped into a sixty-nine position while Joe fucked Olivia next to them.

"Ahhh," Marla panted as the head of Floyd's dick passed through her tight sphincter.

While Floyd waited for Marla to adjust he looked down between them to see Amy's tongue snaking out to spear into Marla's dripping pussy. Maybe it was Marla's experience at taking it in the ass or maybe it was Amy's tongue helping her relax, but whatever it was Marla only took a second before pushing back against Floyd.

Letting go of her butt cheeks, Floyd began the process of pushing the rest of his cock into Marla's ass. Giving her short strokes that lengthened out as more of his dick penetrated her backdoor, Floyd decided that though Amy's tongue probably had something to do with her relaxing Marla's experience had more to do with it. The evidence to support the argument was in the way she worked the muscles around his cock to milk him and draw him that even the most experienced porn star would envy.

"FUCK MEEEE," Olivia screeched, reaching out to play with Tara's tits while she lay atop Kristanna.

When his pelvis rested against Marla's ass and he was in her anal cavity fully, Floyd took a moment to rest. While he was taking his little respite he reached down between Marla and Amy to tweak their nipples. First he gave Marla's a little pinch between his fingers and was rewarded with a moan before dragging his fingers along Amy's stomach to her breasts.

"Eat that pussy," Floyd urged both of them when his hands returned to Marla's hips.

Withdrawing until just the head of his penis was seated inside Marla's rectum Floyd looked down to see Amy obeying him by attacking Marla's snatch with fervor. Grinning down at her adorable face covered in pussy juice and her brown hair splayed out on the floor, he drove back into Marla's asshole.

"This what you want?" Marla asked, sticking out her tongue as she looked back to show him some of Amy's cream on the tip of her tongue.

"Yeah, now get back down there. You said Amy's pussy was for girls only tonight, so don't fucking waste it," Floyd ordered, giving her a couple quick, hard strokes into her ass for emphasis.

"Use your fingers," Amy moaned as Marla went back to work underneath her.

"Cum for me," Floyd heard Tara urge Kristanna in that sexy, husky voice of hers. He looked up just in time to see Kristanna clamp her thighs around Tara's head and raise her ass off the couch to get more of her pussy in contact with Tara's tongue as she came.

Amy's tongue swiping his nutsack as he bottomed out in Marla's ass brought Floyd back to his own position. Pulling back out he looked down to see Amy reach up and stroke the underside of his cock. With her fingers still touching his dick he drove back in and moaned at the feeling of his cock being wrapped in the warmth of Marla's anus while Amy's fingernails dragged along the shaft.

"You like having your ass fucked?" Floyd asked Marla, pulling her back onto his cock as hard as he could.

"Fuck my ass," Marla moaned, but her head was busy with Amy's pussy so it came out rather muffled. She wasn't exactly in a position to enunciate anyway, but that was what Floyd wanted to hear so that's what he heard.

Floyd looked over and saw Joe glancing over his shoulder at him. They exchanged nods and grinned as they hammered away at their respective partners. Both knew that in the nods was an underlying challenge to see who could hold out longest. He didn't want to take the challenge but he knew that it didn't matter whether the challenge was accepted with guys like Joe. If they thought a competition was in the offing then they'd hold their win over the loser no matter what.

"I'll show him," Floyd muttered under his breath, fucking Marla so hard that he was practically lifting her up with each inward stroke.

"Oh God," Marla moaned and Floyd could tell that she was about to cum.

"Fuck," Floyd muttered, knowing that if she came then he wouldn't be able to hold out.

"Fuck me," Olivia screamed, her own orgasm hitting her.

"FUCK!" Joe groaned, unable to hold out any longer.

Just as Joe was emptying his load into Olivia Marla was experiencing the first twinges of her climax. She was trying to speak but her moans were getting in the way and turning her words into loud shrieks of gibberish. The combination of Floyd fucking her ass so hard and Amy's tongue and fingers on her cunt were a potent combination that was setting off a fire bomb in her body.

"Here it comes," Floyd warned her, feeling himself pass the point of no return. With one last thrust, he pushed himself into her ass to the hilt. Grunting he let go and unleashed a torrent of cum into her bowels.

"I'm ready for more," Kristanna said, sitting up on the couch.

"My ass is going to be sore tomorrow," Marla gasped as she rolled off Amy. She grinned at Floyd to let him know that though she was going to be sore, she was quite happy about the idea.

"I think I'm ready to go home," Amy said. Noting Marla's quizzical, she smiled. "I might be in the market for a threesome soon if you know anyone that's interested."

"I don't think you'll have any problem, but I'll put my name on the waiting list," Marla grinned. "If your husband doesn't mind it being a guy I'm sure Floyd here would be willing to help double team you. You'll love having two cocks in you."

"Seriously, who wants more?" Kristanna demanded.

"I'm done," Joe said, which struck Floyd as odd. Joe never passed up pussy even if he had to strap a splint on his cock to keep going.

"You. What's your name?" Kristanna asked, pointing at Floyd. "Come on."

"Judging by the way your sister, or friend, or whatever she is, is fingering her pussy, I think she's ready," Floyd pointed out.

"I guess its just you and me," Kristanna said to Olivia.

Floyd sat there watching Olivia and Kristanna make out for a little while thinking about how oddly erotic the sight was. Even beyond the fact that it was two women kissing was the idea that they looked so much like each other that it was like they were really sisters. If he didn't know better he would've sworn he was watching an incestuous lesbian kiss right in front of him.

"That is so hot," Joe said, eyes fixed on Olivia and Kristanna.

"Come on, I need to get some sleep if I have to drive home tomorrow," Floyd told Joe against the better judgment of every bone in his body. They all wanted to stay and watch the not-quite-sisters fuck, but his brain maintained enough authority to let his body know that if he didn't get some sleep then they'd wind up crashed in a ditch sometime tomorrow.

"Call me sometime?" Marla asked as Floyd started to get dressed. When he nodded, she grinned and heeded the call of hot pussy waiting for her and crawled over to join Kristanna and Olivia.

"You ready to go?" Floyd asked Joe when they had their clothes on.

"Yeah," Joe said, not taking his eyes off the sight of Marla, Kristanna, and Olivia tangled up in a crude daisy chain.

+ * + * +

"What a week," Joe said as Floyd pulled out of the parking lot of the hotel. "I'm going to need to go back to class to catch up on my sleep."

"And you wonder why you're on academic probation," Floyd snorted. "It was a great week though, I'm glad you talked me into it. Spring training would've been just as much fun though."

"Here we go again," Joe said, rolling his eyes. "I'm gonna take a nap. Call me if you see something interesting like a naked chick or someone getting a hummer while driving."

"I'll tell you. Of course it'll be after the car has already gone by," Floyd said, but Joe had already leaned his head against the window and snoring. To drown out the snores of his friend, Floyd popped in some Creedance Clearwater Revival and nodded his head as 'Fortunate Son' came blasting out of the speakers.