She Discrown Herself
I can still see people walking by, and it’s 11 o’clock, said the man talking to his friend at the end of the alley. I almost fell asleep in there earlier if the alarm didn’t wake me up to go home and finish all the scripts the producers asked for. Get it done before 8 by morning or this is your last project. Ah, if life didn’t demand anything, I would make everything I love valid forever, making love to men with six-packs, three men at once until I was completely limp because of their might. But, I just received a message from my ex-boyfriend, I’m lazy to reply. I mean, who wants to chat about scientific findings or modern psychology that the more you realize, the more terms. Troublesome, as well as increase the space in the brain to remember it. So I decided not to reply, forget about it while drinking until I was completely drunk and fell asleep. Can’t be valid forever, freedom, alarms ruin it. Or, should I say, it saved? Get up and work on your life so this isn’t the last time you get to break free into a drunken stupor and gratefully make love to three muscular men. Fun, I hope when that happens the alarm stops being created.
I’ll just admit it was cold tonight, the night breeze caressed my thighs from all sides. While walking I put my thighs together while rubbing my hands creating warmth. No wonder at a time like this to see every couple playing wild along the way, acting as they please, ignoring the bills. Looks obvious, right? If they had enough money, they would rent a room and I wouldn’t have to hear these made-up sighs all the way.
Actually, I’ve already contacted a close friend of mine to clear up the script draft that the old producer was constantly billing me for. The alarm was actually just a reminder for me to check the work I entrusted to her. She’s smart, literally. She is often willing to help me just because she is tired of doing nothing. And all brilliant work. Every now and then I’d like to give her a ticket to the beach, or I’d just ask her to make love to those brawny guys. It would be really fun doing it in turns. The room was filled only with the sighs and sweat of the exhilarating experience.
It hasn’t arrived yet. My miniskirt gradually swayed spoiledly, I have to admit my crotch was exposed and I’m really cold right now. My room is still a few floors from here. Tired and at the same time I regret taking the room upstairs which is far from the door leading to the exit. Every time I go through this I wish I had wings.
Some distance from my bedroom door, I saw my bedroom door slightly ajar. I could see light walking through the room, like a flashing light. My friend? Or does someone want to harm me? Or is someone waiting for me to do everything I fantasize about? I mean, who, and what I saw on the other end was what I never had in my room. I gripped the doorknob with my left hand, placing the bottle of liquor I’d been carrying on the outside table near the entrance. I slowly pushed the door to my room which had been slightly ajar. There I saw, three well-built men half-naked, my friend on her back and astride wearing crimson lingerie. I walked over to them, carried away slowly stripped my clothes, pulled down my miniskirt and panties. One of the men came up to me then picked me up and threw me on the bed. The remaining two men surrounded me and brought their faces closer to mine. I saw a light flickering near the bedroom window. Every blink of it makes me fly more and more.
“Hey! Did you hear me? It is green, we can go now! It’s late, I’m sure the producer will be mad at us. I’m sure this will be your last project. Look, your alarm has gone off so many times.”
