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Bohemian orgy; A logistical nightmare. Part One
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Bohemian orgy; A logistical nightmare. Part One The dawn cracked my eyes open with its obnoxious glare, humid breath and sticky madness, beckoning me to get off the futon and into last nights pants, the lower part of a green vintage pinstripe getup tht I'd unknowingly saved from whiny hipsters years before. In gratitude, it's pockets produced bent dollar store sunglasses, a couple of bucks, and a half pack of menthols who's origins remained mysterious, but nonetheless accommodating. I perched one of the rewards on my lips and whispered to a match before I exited the premises to hunt downd a Wiley cup of coffee at any cost. I found a ragged and mangy cup of my quarry at the local corner cigar store where a tube top vixen was wrestling my money into the till. "How's the mud, fella?" she asked. Not wanting to deceive this fine example of the fairer sex, I gagged out "I'd say I had worse, but I don't want to lie to you, darlin'." A snide but sexy grin escapes her face as she leans in closer and says "We'll, you know what, handsome? It's the only cup around here." Well that did it. Sandy blond hair, tanned shoulders and a soft fuzz to voice that always sends me over the edge. "You got me there doll. And to be a good sport, I'm going to down the rest of this and poison my palate with another." Arching her back and stretching her arms high, she revealed her bejewelled navel and the bottom half of a bird tattoo was falling out of her top. Of course she caught me looking, as any red blooded would, which made her smirk. I took that as a cue to go before my inner creep took hold and as I went to let myself out she says: "Say, where you think your going, bub?" I mumbled a barely coherent mismatch of words that said something along the lines of 'I don't know' She says: "I want you to do something for me, and believe me it'll be worth your time." I'm always interested in getting in a pretty girl's good books, so I asks what. "I'm supposed to plan an orgy tonight, but I'm stuck here for a few hours. Help a lady out?" I ask her if she's shitting me, she says "No, Ive got a slough of folks looking to get some fucking done, and it's my turn to plan, but I'm a last minute kind of a girl." Well, my schedule consisted only of a cool beer on whatever roof I could crawl up, so I says "why not?" She hands me a book with a dozen names and an address. Says her own monacher is Sherri, a little heart dotting the end. Apparently I'm taxed with tracking down these fine folks, making sure they get there and what they need to bring. "So what rewards to my efforts warrant?" Then she leans in and does the old squish'em together with her perfect breasts and tells me "Well, I could probably save you a piece of cake if you come to my little party tonight." And that was all the whistle I needed to heel. So I head out, list in hand to the closest address in the immediate vicinity to track my first target, a fella named Horseshoe. It was a small apartment with no buzzer and bums and flies in the hall and the sounds of sex and neglected pets from behind the doors. I pounded on the door marked 412, not entirely knowing how to invite a man with equine equipment for a name to coed wrestling match, but I figure Ill come up with something on the fly, as its kind of my thing. The door opens seemingly on its own and a few feet back, standing akimbo is a stack of bagged muscles. He eyes me suspiciously as he should given accommodations and says "whatcha want?" And I says "You Horseshoe?" He nods only slightly and keeps his viper eyes on mine, but I continue nonetheless . "Sherri with a heart on the end would like to cordially invite you to tonight's rendezvous at her appartment and requests that you take care of the more common libations, beer, wine, that kind of thing, you know the deal." His bull like face and clean<b> shaven </font></b>head twitches momentarily while the walnut behind his forehead puts it all together. He then straightens himself and puts out his hand with a big grin and says "The orgy, right. I'm Horseshoe, will you be joining us tonight?" A bit of sweat lets go and I says yeah, I think I might. "That's great. Do you want to fuck right now?" I back peddled a bit, explaining to this massive hulk that "Ive got names to track, things to find, not-gay to be, you know how it is, busy busy busy." But it doesn't seem like no is something that crosses his path very often, so quick as a large and terrifying bunny, he gets himself between me and the door and says "I really think we should fuck right now, you know, like a warm up." So I level with him. "Look friend, I have no problems with southpaws, and I hate to be the heartbreaker, but I just don't punch my card in that lineup." For lack of a better word, he charges and I reflexively side stup and give him a little nudge. He falls flat on his face, but tries to get up quickly. That's when I notice that, while he had heels, the rest of his feet were still being shped I guess. These stumps, while seeming to get him around, leave him at the mercy of gravity. So danced like this for a few minutes, him getting up, me pushing him down, and so on, before I'd eventually waltzed back to the door before he finally said "Ok, you win. I'll suck your dick." I kindly reminded him of the time and place and beer and wine before joining the party in the halfway and out the door. I would like to say that that was the weirdest one on the list, and oh, how I wish it was, but that's just not true. To be continued.... My only books were women's looks and not but folly they taught me. |
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