THIS IS ENTIRELY A WORK OF FICTION. IT IS NOTHING MORE THAN A HARMLESS
SEXUAL FANTASY AND PARODY. IT IN NO WAY, SHAPE, OR FORM REFLECTS REALITY.
NOR IS IT AT ALL A REFLECTION OF THE TRUE LIVES, SEXUAL PRACTICES, OR
PERSONALITIES OF THE CELEBRETIES MENTION WITHIN. IF ANY OF THESE CONCEPTS
ARE BEYOND YOUR CAPABILITIES OF UNDERSTANDING, SEEK HELP. OTHERWISE, ENJOY.
BLONDE BIKINI BASH PART 4
I surveyed the room in my numb tired state. Charlize had curled up and gone
to sleep atop the mats. Pam was curled and draped around my body, more in a
coma that asleep. Renee, Jerri, Sarah, and Anna were a knot of bodies that I
could only begin to figure out. It mostly looked like Sarah and Anna were
helping Renee and Jerri with each other.
“What have you been up to?” I heard. I looked up to see Heather in the
doorway, her arms crossed under her most excellent chest. I couldn’t tell if
she was amused or cross, and was too tired to care.
“Do me a favor. Help Pam get cleaned up, we took a lot of her.”
Heather nodded and left, only to return a moment or two later with the twins
and Andrea. The four of them lifted the comatose Pam off of the floor and me
and carried her out. I lay out on the floor and drifted off. I woke, or at
least came aware, sometime late when the women returned for Charlize, and
again later when they came back for the others. Finally Heather shook me
into full consciousness. “Come on let’s get you cleaned up too.” She said
as she helped me to my still unsteady feet.
“No wonder boxers aren’t allowed to have sex before a fight.” I quipped as I
unsteadily moved down the corridor with Heather guiding me.
“Well most boxers don’t take on a room full of horny women.” She sniggered.
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