Horny Jail (Formerly Her bizarre adventure) (Jotaro x OC x Joseph)

7 - I'm just a love motel

A/n
Thanks for reading through all the Stevie character building! I hope it wasn't too boring.
This story is a bit of an acidfic. This chapter takes place at a love hotel but it's not a lemon or anything.
Also, I use curse words.

Stevie felt like 50 Singapore dollars was a lot of money for a stranger to give in 1987! It wasn't really enough for a normal hotel, but she could stretch it out at one of the cheaper "love motels."

The love motel she eventually decided on advertised hourly rates as well as nightly. It was covered in sexy neon signs depicting various shapes - red lips, hearts, and cupid arrows. The sign read "Pleasure Trove Love Motel." The clerk seemed friendly enough when taking her money and telling her to check out by 11am.

Stevie walked to her room at the end of the hall and held her breath as she let herself in, expecting it to smell like heavy sex scents. But it really just smelled like bleach, which was probably good, she thought. The interior was totally red with lots of dangly lampshades, draped curtains, and a sheer canopy around the bed. Stevie laughed to herself and put her bag down. She began inspecting the sheets for cleanliness, when all of a sudden she heard what sounded like muffled French yells coming from the next room. She sighed. Well, it's a sex den, after all, she thought.

She felt a grumble in her stomach, and after making sure there weren't any cum stains or pubes hiding in the sheets, she decided to walk down to the hotel's vending machine she saw earlier. She'd be satisfied with just eating chips and a granola bar for dinner.

Stevie left the room and had closed the door behind her when she turned and saw him - the rich old man from before, who was possibly a murderer, was in the hallway, leaning over to closely inspect a doorknob. "Grr, no keyhole I guess," he muttered to himself. He jerked his head up when he heard her door close. They stood staring at each other for a few moments before he broke the silence.

"Ah, homeless girl! You found a place to stay tonight, that's great!" he said, standing up straight.

"Yea," Stevie responded, "looks like so did you?" her voice trailed off as the man realized he had been caught in a love motel, and his face turned red.

"No! Nooo, uh, actually I'm just here for my friend. We have to stick together at all times, and he's a man with needs, if you know what I mean," he said and winked, a shit-eating grin on his face. Some inaudible French groaning rang out through the hallway, followed by "OUI! OUI! OUI!"

"Um, right," Stevie said, "well, I'm going to get some snacks from the vending machine down the hall... do you... want to come?" She asked and averted her eyes down to the floor. She felt bad for the guy, having to just stand in the hall while his buddy was balls deep on the other side of the door. Though it was weird his buddy couldn't just go out and get laid by himself.

"Sure!" he said, a little to eager to leave his awkward post. "I'm Joseph Joestar, by the way," he said, putting his fists on his hips and puffing out his chest, "but just call me Joseph."

"I'm Stevie, nice to meet you."

"You too, Stevie," Joseph said, "Now let's go check out the snacks. I'm sure he'll be fine if I'm just down the hall."

"So, where are you from, Stevie? Not Singapore, I presume?" Joseph asked as they reached the vending machine.

"I'm actu..." Stevie began but stopped as she gazed at the vending machine selection. "God damnit," she sighed and face-palmed.

Instead of snacks, the vending machine was stocked with things like lube, condoms, and cock rings.

Joseph's mouth hung open and he let out an "Oh my gawd!!" bringing his hands up to his cheeks, his green eyes bulging.

"I'm sorry, I kinda just saw a vending machine and assumed it was food," Stevie said still covering her face with her hands.

"Well," Joseph said, "I see some edible panties in there." He began snickering like an immature teenager.

Stevie felt so awkward. She was in a love hotel looking at a sex toy vending machine with a super hot rich old guy who had given her a bunch of money not even an hour ago.
"I need to regroup my thoughts," she said, apologetically.

The awkward moment ended when Polnareff exploded through the door down the hall, busting it down and forcefully slamming against the opposite wall. He slumped down on the floor in nothing but heart-patterned boxer shorts before yelling to Joseph, "She isn't a prostitute, she's a stand user!"

"HOLY SHEEE-IT!" Joseph yelled and ran back to his friend, who stood up and yelled "Silver Chariot!" A floating set of knight's armor holding a rapier materialized and flew back into the room.

"Hermit purple!" Joseph yelled, making purple vines shoot from his wrists as he ran into the action.

Stevie watched from where she stood at the vending machine, thinking oh fuck oh fuck, but also, these guys totally do kill people.

It quickly quieted down, the two men emerging from the room and shutting the door behind them, Polnareff fully dressed again. "Let's go," Joseph said to Polnareff. "It was nice to meet you, Stevie," he said as he tipped his hat.

They started leaving when Stevie spoke up, "Wait, you guys have magic powers too?"

The two men stopped in their tracks, turned to Stevie, and blurted in unison, "You could see our stands?!"