daryl finally found an inconvenient park place. he walked far to his regular rest'ront. now he knew to simply press the electronic device button to instantly see which table was available. the colored number flashd zero, so he quikly rushd franticly searching for table zero... all the many tables had various users... that is the meaning of zero, not even one empty table.
the next option was to sit uncomftirbly at the long bar but he strongly hated that. he suddenly recald that his table reservation was at nine. he randomly gesd which time. it must be nearly nine considering the long time since natural dark came here.
nope. he now saw the digital clok shined "six twenty". he thout "six and a third but normal people never said that. it was less than haf so too small. oops they indeed say quarter... and a fourth is smaller than thirds.
he dejectedly found a narrrow stool by the bar and sadly sank into the puffy cushin. the tender, a tender-looking girl gently askd which drink he wanted. "margarita no rocks". she hastily hurryd to prepare the cocktail mix.
as he lazily sat there, a pretty lady neard him, moving purposefully as if aimd at her trget. she said offensively, "i'm gonna call you darryl. which beer do you like?--lef blond--oh the lyt stuff cool. now YOUR turn to choose MY name."
he reflexively felt surprised that she boldly said his trendy pick-up: "which beer do you like". he was also naturally stund that a strange woman correctly gesd his name. he slowly ponderd that his name was not rare... yet still from many possibilities this felt eerily odd. she brazenly cald "hey kid, get a lef blond for darryl on me." then she swiftly jerkd her face to him and said "well tell me. do you wanna bang a candy or a kiki or who?"
daryl felt stund. he was not accustomd to such flings... he worriedly felt scared that she was initiating for money. so he specifyd, "i stipulate no money--nope, just a fun fling with no names. that is why i drink lots of wine--which wine?--anything 12%. and i already reserved a good room so you dont pay. we just have a fun fling." when he did not reply she soothingly added "i coud pik anyone but you seemd the best.--thank you. i think we can have a fun fling... ann--ann?? you wanna bang an ann?? well fine with me... but if i am ann i better get more wine.--which name do you like to here?--whichever name my date enjoys banging" she replyd with a wink.
darryl neatly calculated that he woud certainly miss his supper reservation, but the intense pleasure pland with ann woud be far more fun than eating alone. if he really felt hunger, then he coud easily order room service, there. it woud be good quality if she was not lying about the five star hotel. he hopefully imagined something like the hyatt.
while ann, whose name was obviously not ann, returned carefully holding a glass bottle of hard champagne... molly was in her tiny room, alone again. she had recklessly skipd dinner yet unnaturaly felt too ill to eat anything. she must eat something maybe some warm soop. she had finished her brif shower and was already wearing her thik pyjamas. how woud she fill the many hours? she felt very weak and drowsy, yet hours remaind before common sleeping time, despite the relatively early darkness in winter season.
she morosely sat and strenuously unfolded her computer and skillfully started typing a fictional story... she aptly forgot about the instant soup she had responsibly pland.
at the bar... ann was swigging white wine from the clear bottle of bubbly. darryl was very slowly sipping from his magenta margarita. he askd ann about her parents. she instantly replyd "first tell me about yours". daryl naively relyd on her secrecy and on the doubtful assumption that she did not know his cruel parents, and openly reveald, while smiling, the dreadful memorys... "i constantly remember my helplessness and the physical pain of both parents harshly and in long series hitting me..." she interrupted, "you n-a-u-t-y--N-A-U-T-Y boy, well tonyt you will DESERVE those spankings" she added and winked her ryt eyelid.
"actually i was a good kid. i am not angry now but the fact is they hit me without punishment. not ony had i not done bad, they did not even say any reason to hit me just to get out their anger they woud each spend several minutes repeatedly hitting me as i was crying and powerless.--well tonyt you will be powerless from PLEASURE" she said winking again.
darryl curiously askd, "now tell me about your parents--well my mom... um, she was extremely subserviant to my pa. too extreme... it creepd me out... like seeing her ask permission a hundred times each hour. if i wanted to sleep at a frends house she woud say "absolutely not! wait, unless your pa agrees." sometimes my pa agreed but most of the time he woud isolate me from frends. my pa was a mean jerk. i only wish he knew how much of a slut i am now... and... he probably woud not [give a bleep] care. parents are HORRRID" she emphasized emphaticly. then she cald the tender "hey kid please pack darryl's drinks to go." darryl bit bak his protest.
while the tender moved the drink to a coverd plastic cup he lifted the beer bottle. ann cald a car service and said "hey papa i am ready at point b". darryl heard thru her foen, "i was waiting here since i brout you."
while the tender returnd with the plastic cup ann added "luckily my pa NEVER hit me. he was rotten by being distant but he never scared me or hurt me just ignored me and kept me from frends. such a jerk. i wish he knew what a slut i am now, but he probably doesnt even..." she stopd as the tender arrived with the cup. then she hauld him strait to the door and directly out to a blak limo with three doors.
she opend the bak door and the inside was a square of gray sofas. "papa take us to point c". the driver grunted and soon they arrived at the fancy hotel. truly worthy of five stars. the lobby was unusually tall and spacy room with a flashy crystal chandelier. she yankd him to a cozy couch and orderd "sit here." she turnd away then turnd back "please" as she added another wink. she ignored the line and easily got the card for the door from her frend. darryl thout she must be wealthy having money for hotels and car service too. too bad she did not want a relationship. they coud live luxuriously... but he woud enjoy whatever life thru at him. he woud save his drinks for later.
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