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Plunge

The room was paid for. Pool in view...thighs, leg and feet was what one desired. The pin hole in the curtain was already there—hint, hint. He could see as the group entered the area with swim attire. The ladies were white and plump, plenty of feet and nakedness; the first few strokes were marvelous. Petroleum jelly evenly coated from palm to finger tips. A quick sip of vodka to

make it real.

The long deep stroke came when there was a lot of bending over and laughing and playing. It got stank all up in the middle of Hollywood. The check in, in the room for a good minute or two then…immediateness! One of the ladies had a very good and bootylicious thing going on and then it was too much to take with all that whiteness and pinkness. Then the stank just took over with a gut wrenching nut all down the pants leg with the pureness of a complete orgasm to the crash on the bed.

Exhausted, then one could hear the run, then the lift, then the firm drop-kick to the door. The hinges buckled and gave—too much to take up on the toes. Side dash to the bathroom, then the 6th to 7th firm foot pound thud to the door. Then the tiredness flat footed thud. Then the gasp of the intruder uttering the words, “I know he did it I just know!” He jacked off on her. I mean he must have.”

Then everything went quiet and people went to drinking more vodka. The lighting of a cigarette—the slight enjoyment of the whole scenery through that pin- hole, then slumber deep. Slumber, then daybreak!

Then the look out the peephole...What! no one there the easing of the lock—chain hushed, breathing. No one there. The glide to the exit stage left out on the sidewalk in good ‘ole Hollywood: Hollyweird. You trip as the night is projected in the third eye—at how you survived and made it to the exactness with smoothness straight to the liquor store. Man it feels good to be here in Last Ditch Effort, Part 2.