expression.
The elevator doors opened. Stanley, Mandy, and Dot stepped inside. The elderly woman decided to wait for the next one.
As the elevator doors closed, Mandy and Dot each began to nibble one of Stanley's ears. It sent a tingle of erotic pleasure through…well, just through the part of his ears that they were nibbling. The whole chewing-on-ears thing had never been much of a turn-on.
Is this such a good idea? he wondered. After all, the durability of his penis had yet to be proven. Was an energetic threesome really the best way to test it out? It would certainly be a socially awkward moment if it were to break off inside-
Stanley put that thought out of his mind. He'd be fine. He'd just ask them to be gentle.
Suddenly he realized something important. 'Oh, crap, we have to go back downstairs,' he said. 'I don't have any protection.'
'Think somebody's going to shoot you again?' Mandy asked, rubbing his chest. Stanley wasn't sure if she was joking or genuinely confused.
'Lower body protection,' he said.
'Nobody's gonna shoot you there,' Mandy promised him. 'Unless that's what you're into.'
'That can't be an actual documented fetish,' said Stanley.
'I don't think it is.'
'Good.'
'Anyway, the issue is condoms. I don't have any.'
'I have lots and lots of them,' said Dot.
'Did you bring the glow in the dark ones?' asked Mandy.
'No, we used all of those in Dallas.'
'What about the cinnamon ones?'
'I think those are gone, too. Let me check.' Dot opened her purse and began rummaging through the contents. 'I think we used the last one at that truck stop by D.C.'
'Damn. I liked those.'
The elevator doors opened and they stepped out into the hallway. Dot continued to dig through her purse as they walked to Stanley's room. 'I've got the strawberry ones.'
'Nah, those gave me a rash.'
'What about the chocolate ones?'
'Those were nasty.'
'Are you sure? I thought you liked those.'
'No, they were disgusting. They didn't taste anything like chocolate.'
Stanley took out his room key and waved it over the reader. At the beep he pushed open the door and led the women inside, closing the door behind them.
'Ah, here we go!' said Dot, pulling out a strip of condoms. 'Cinnamon.'
'Those aren't the cinnamon ones, those are the cherry ones,' said Mandy with a frustrated sigh.
Dot sniffed one of the wrappers. 'Are you sure?'
'Yes, I'm sure. The cinnamon ones have the flames on the wrapper.'
'Can I get you ladies a beverage?' asked Stanley. 'We've got a mini-bar.'
'Ooh! Ooh!' Dot set her purse on the dresser and crouched down beside the mini-bar. 'I vote we empty this thing by the time the night is over.'
'Works for me,' said Mandy.
Dot grabbed a handful of tiny bottles and tossed them onto the king-size bed. Mandy dove onto the bed after them. Dot followed. Stanley just stood there, unsure of exactly how presumptuous he should be in this situation.
He'd never had two women at once. He'd had the opportunity, years ago, but had blown it. They'd been making out on his parents' sofa, and one of the women had sexily asked him which one of them Stanley liked better. He'd answered truthfully. It had, of course, been a trick question. He got nothing that night.
Dot and Mandy each opened a bottle of liquor and chugged it down. Dot looked over at him. 'Why don't you join us?' she asked.
Stanley climbed onto the bed with them. Mandy handed him a bottle, which he opened without reading the label and downed in one swig. It felt good to be financially secure enough to consume obscenely overpriced mini-bar liquor.
An image of Veronica flashed before his eyes.
Go away, he told it. This is no time for guilt. Veronica would never have me anyway. Now is the time for gettin' nasty with Mandy and Dot. Fuck off, mental image.
The mental image vanished.
'Mind if we get more comfortable?' asked Mandy.
'Not at all.'
Mandy patted Dot on the arm. 'C'mon.' They got off the bed and walked into the bathroom, shutting the door.
Stanley cleared the bottles off the mattress. It wouldn't do for somebody to roll over on one and break it. Although these women could very well be into arterial spray.
Normally in an amorous situation, this would be the perfect opportunity for Stanley to disrobe. But despite their lack of gagging over his appearance, he wasn't sure it was a good idea to hit them with his body all at once. Let them see it bit by bit.
God, he hoped his penis wasn't a turn-off.
He heard giggling from the bathroom.
He wondered if they would satisfy each other's needs as well as his. That would be pretty cool.
He wondered what Veronica would think about what he was doing right now.
Maybe she'd approve. After all, he didn't know her very well. Perhaps she'd give him the thumbs-up and say 'Good job, Stanley! Make those women happy! And drink more booze from the mini-bar! I'm proud of you!'
Yep, that's exactly what she'd say. No worries.
More giggling from the bathroom.
What was taking these cruel temptresses so damn long?
The bathroom door opened. Mandy and Dot emerged, wearing remarkably little. Mandy was in a black bra and panties, while Dot wore a red bra and a g-string. They looked absolutely spectacular. Stanley gaped at them, unable to speak.
Was he being a selfish bastard, hogging both of them for himself? Perhaps he should give Martin a call. Or try to get on Brant's good side…
'What do you think?' asked Mandy.
'Gahuh,' Stanley replied, not quite sure what it meant.
Mandy and Dot turned around in a circle, modeling for him. Stanley thought that he was going to pass out from sheer bliss. How could his life get any better?
The women kissed.
Thank you, thank you, thank you.
Holding hands, Mandy and Dot walked over to the bed. 'Think you can handle both of us, stud?' asked Dot.
'I'll do it or die trying,' Stanley replied.
The women giggled. Stanley's lust was so intense that it took him a moment to realize that he'd accidentally made a zombie joke. He'd have to remember that one for future interviews.
Dot gave Stanley a gentle shove, and he lay on his back. Mandy and Dot climbed onto the bed, one on each side of him, and began to rub and kiss him through his clothes. Stanley closed his eyes and just let the physical sensations overpower him.
He was going to have sex with two gorgeous women.
Two unbelievably hot women.
Two necrophiles.
