"Mmm, where the fuck am I?" Randy groans climbing off the floor in a completely trashed hotel room, he rubs his temples as his icy cold blue eyes adjust to the brightness of the room. The TV shattered to bits on the floor, painting on the wall that once was a beautiful meadow is now, thanks to Randy and a Sharpie a giant viper, that's when he notices the girls sprawled in the sheets on the bed and the guys, there were at least 23 people in this one hotel room.
Searching the faces for one he actually recognized his eyes land on Troy, his friend but most importantly his drug dealer, and where there is Troy his little sister Trixie is never far away. He searches for her shocking red hair and pale skin in the piles of bodies, noticing the random things written on the walls flashbacks of last night come in bits in pieces trying to form his whole night. Careful to step over the empty beer bottles he makes his way to the window to crack it just a bit hoping to remove the smell of weed that over powers the room.
“Ah, Randy you’re up I would like to personally thank you for this fabulous night that I don’t even remember all I know is you paid.” He turns to find the red hair he was looking for earlier, she smiles seductively easing her way toward him he licks his bottom lip at the sight of her.
“How is it that I always end up paying?” He asks cocking his head to the side lifting an eyebrow, she gives a slight chuckle before tracing his jaw line with her index finger setting his skin on fire with lust.
“Well babe two reasons, one you are a generous person and two you are incredibly easy to pickpocket.” She winks pressing her body to his and waving his wallet in his face as proof, he reaches for his back pocket to feel if it was really his and of course it was gone.
“Do you blame me, you are very distracting, Love.” He smirks caressing her face with his hand, her tattooed arms wrap around his neck her piercing green eyes locked on his.
“Oh come on Randy, you and I both know you are harder than stone, you will never love anyone.” She hisses in his face, licking his top lip he moves in for the kiss but she pulls back shaking her head no.
“Something on me is in fact harder than stone right now, we should definitely take advantage of that.” He winks playfully at her swinging her around and slamming her against a wall.
“Oh, I do like the way that sounds but you forget who is in this room. If Troy found out you would be dead within an hour of climax,” she bites his bottom lip teasing him even more, he presses his center onto her thigh needing to be inside her.
“Mmm, it would so be worth it.” He moans into her neck taking in the scent before sucking on Trixie’s neck,
“Maybe so, but I think I want you alive how else would we have these luxurious parties?” She asks flipping the switch pinning Randy against the wall before walking away to wake Troy, completely ending The Vipers play time...
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This is my first "Rated R" story it will be dirty and humors at the same time, however I'm not even sure I should bother continuing it... any thoughts?
