The bastard fell in love. So when the
saleswoman mentioned she had a robotic monkey, we just had to buy it.
But
maybe I should start where I left off.
All
of the women were lounging around in their underwear. Isn’t that where I left
off? Doesn’t matter, you should always start with women in underwear.
Walking
through the halls, sitting on the pillows, sleeping on the tall stilted bed in
the main room. I never realized things like this happened in reality, and not
just movies. But there they were, right out of some middle-aged male fantasy,
these sexy beautiful women were walking around in sheer, lace, and satin,
beckoning us inside. Women or men, they wanted anyone as long as they had those
attractive fat wallets.
We had our
game faces on though. We had to maintain our composure no matter what holes our
dicks got into.
We all separated into different
rooms, specifying that we wanted the ladies’ personal rooms. As if that helped
get us off or something.
When I
found my way to the bedroom with olive skinned beauty I was offered, I wasted
no time in sending her into an ether-laden slumber. The guys would probably
spend some time getting laid first, but I had tits of my own to play with. I
scoured the space. Jewelry boxes in the closet, a money tin under the bed, a fat
money clip inside a fake spray-tan bottle. A
Hundred Years of Solitude resting in her bedside table’s drawer. I looked
over at her limp frame on the bed, her breasts still perky under the lavender bra.
I left the book for her. Gotta respect a chick with boobs and smarts.
The
bathroom earned me a few pairs of earrings and a wicked pair of heels that had
no benefit to our plan except to make later bedroom antics with Jake more
enjoyable. I jumped on the bed and took a moment to watch her breasts jiggle while
I employed one of her satin pillowcases for my spoils.
I
opened the door to the hallway and nearly walked right into a man. He looked at
me, then in the room at the woman immobilized on the bed.
“I’m just that good, what can I say?”
“I’m just that good, what can I say?”
He
eyed my pillowcase and furled his eyebrows. Too late. I kicked him hard, jumped
up and wrapped my arm around his neck. I let his own weight bring him down into
a bathroom. We landed hard on the tile floor. He flipped over and I lost my
grip. I punched him, twice. He pushed me aside, nearly rising, but I jumped
onto his back, regained my grip on his neck and choked him until he dropped,
lifeless.
“Son
of a bitch!”
I
kicked him away from me, grabbed my pillowcase, and slammed the door closed.
In
the front room, with the stilted bed, I found three ladies splayed on the bed
and floor, moaning lightly.
“Gassed
‘em, but it’s wearing off,” said Trent from under the bed somewhere He rose
with a nice wooden jewelry box in tow.
I
snapped the necklaces and bracelets from the smooth-skinned beauties and felt
around under their pillows. There was a velour bag under one pillow with a
shiny stone inside that had hopeful words etched into it. The dark-skinned girl
lying paralyzed on the pillow looked up at me, desperate.
“Don’t
worry, you can keep your rock.” As if
that’s what she really wanted.
Jack
emerged from the back bedroom, buttoning his pants and hiking two pillowcases
onto his back, a cigarette already pressed between his lips.
The
bathroom door swung open next to him and the man I’d choked earlier tumbled
out.
“What
the fuck?” Jack swung at him, knocking him back into the bathroom, “Who the
fuck is this guy?”
“The
owner I think,” I said pulling rings from slender fingers.
Jack
pulled out an ether rag and disappeared into the bathroom.
“Oh
fuck. He had a phone guys, he called the cops. Let’s get out of here.”
Jack
ran down the hall banging on the doors and opening them.
“Carl,
put your dick away, we gotta run. Dave, Nicky, Red, let’s go!”
The
gang sprinted to the front.
A
blanket-clad woman ran to the hallway, “Nicky, wait!”
But
we were already out the door.
Oh,
the robot monkey thing? You’re still on that? Well, let’s just say that’s what
happens when you spend too much time talking to your hookers.
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