I stretched awake in my sterile hotel loge, keycard buzzing on the nightstand. 2:50 PM. Jet-lagged from the flight, suitcase splayed open with lingerie spilling out. Corridor echoed with creaks and moans from Audrey’s room next door. She’s banging Estelle, I smirked, chugging water.
Knocks rattled the door. Tania, the hostess, all business. Results advanced. Head to conference hall now. She scratched our names off her list. I threw on tight jeans that hugged my ass, swiped the keycard, stepped into the buzzing hallway. Girls rushed past, heels clicking, whispers of scores.
The Stopover
Pounded Audrey’s door. No answer. Banged harder. ‘Audrey! Charlene here!’ Door cracked. Her naked body peeked out, sweat-glistened. Pushed in. Musky sex stench hit me. Estelle and Lisa sprawled on the pull-out bed, sheets tangled over tits and pussies. Huge vibrator rolled off, thudding the floor.
‘You bored?’ I grinned. Audrey mumbled, ‘Join us?’ ‘Next time.’ Tania’s news dropped. They nodded, dazed. Kicked out, laughing. Hall swarmed with a hundred girls, chatter rising. Spotted Cindy, the bitch, with her crew. Hated her already.
The Transit
Cute Asian girl sidled up. Mai-Linh, skinny jeans, white tee. We chatted, dissed the uglies. Micro blared: seats by loge number. Found 58. Sheet waited: TOTAL 93. ‘Yeeesss!’ Cindy glowered from 57. Faces: 9/10, tits 13/15, ass 14/15. Prestance: 10/10.
Audrey stumbled in late, flushed. 86. Cindy: 80. Cutoff 78. We qualified. Estelle 96, Lisa 94. Mai-Linh 79. Back to my loge. Popped champagne from minibar. Clinked glasses. Tania detailed round two: 10 mins. Suck guy, fuck pussy, ass. Lick girl. No toys. Laugh riot.
Audrey pissed herself giggling. Schedules: 6 PM. Two hours to prep.