It was around seven in the morning in Las Vegas, Nevada; the sun had risen over an hour and a half ago, but the sun had only just gotten so high that the sunlight made it through the windows of the high-rise hotels. In one room on the thirteenth floor of the main building of the neoclassical, high-class Olympus hotel, the young, dark-haired Tommy Pickles lied asleep in bed. He had gone to sleep only a few hours ago, but the sunlight that now hit his face disturbed his deep slumber. Tommy was now only half asleep when he rolled onto his right side in order to not face the sunlight. As he adjusted himself on his right side, he stretched out his left arm for a moment and then put it down straight out to the right side of the bed. To his surprise, Tommy felt the body of a woman in bed next to him. At first, the half-asleep Tommy took this as a good thing and began to spoon his bed partner, running his hands down her firm body. However, the unconscious Tommy soon remembered that he had not brought a date with him to Vegas, nor did he remember picking up a girl the night before.
Once his hands made it all the way down to the woman's legs, he began to feel a holey article of clothing, and the first thing that came into Tommy's mind was that they were fishnet stockings. However, once the woman's hair began to poke him in the face, Tommy had had enough and needed to know what exactly was going on. He slowly peered open his tired, crusty eyes, but once he had a clear view of the woman sleeping next to him, he began to tremble as his mouth dropped wide open. For the next few minutes Tommy stood up in bed, mumbling some unintelligible words of astonishment as he looked down at the blonde woman sleeping next to him, that was until he heard the voice of his long-time friend.
"Tommy!" Screamed Chuckie Finster from another part of the hotel room.
The redhead man came running into the room where Tommy's bed was in, completely naked and screaming, "Tommy, there's someone following me!"
At the first sight of Chuckie's scrawny, pasty body barged into his room, Tommy immediately looked away after spotting his freckled friend's red-haired nether regions, and screamed, "Oh, God! Chuckie, cover yourself!"
Tommy immediately through his bed sheet at Chuckie in order so that he could make a skirt or a toga out of it in order to cover himself, however, once he gave up his cover it revealed that he too was completely undressed. The mass of dark hair was not enough to shield Tommy's manhood from Chuckie's eyes, causing the same kind of discomfort in him he had created for his friend a few seconds ago. Tommy then frantically searched for anything to cover himself, eventually settling for his boxers and shorts which lied on the floor next to his bed. As he put on the articles of clothes he picked up from the floor, Chuckie let out a huge scream and immediately began to run towards Tommy. After dressing his bottom half, the more courageous Tommy got out of bed and got a good view of what was scaring his long-time friend. To his surprise, another woman, a young Asian woman with thick, shoulder-length, dark hair and dark eyes dressed in a blue bodycon dress with a strappy back and a lace-up V-neck, ran into his room, chasing Chuckie.
"Come back, my love, don't be afraid," Called out the young woman to Chuckie, only causing him to coward behind Tommy and scream.
No longer able to tolerate the loud screams coming from the frightened redhead, the blonde woman in Tommy's bed turned over from her side and threw Tommy's pillow at Chuckie.
"Shut up, you pussy!" The blonde woman screamed, visibly upset as her dark brown eyebrows appeared to begin to cut into her skin as they pointed inwards towards the bridge of her nose.
What immediately stood out to Tommy was the age of the blonde woman. While the woman after Chuckie appeared to be in her early twenties, the blonde haired woman looked much more mature. The crow's feet around her angry, blue chill-colored eyes and the lines on her forehead revealed her age to be somewhere in the range of late thirties to the early forties. This amazed Tommy as this woman was in bed with Tommy, wearing nothing but her black thigh high fishnet stockings with a silicone lace and a matching black garter belt. The thing that made matters even more confusing is that neither one knew who each woman was, only that they had met each other the night before and slept with them.
In order to figure out who they were and what was going on, Tommy moved slowly towards the blonde woman, afraid that she would snap at him too, and carefully asked, "Um, excuse me, Miss, but, who are you?"
As Chuckie nodded silently in response, meaning he too wanted to know what was going on, the Blonde haired woman faced Tommy, stared him straight in the eye, and responded, "What the hell kind of question is that for your wives?"
"W...wives," Tommy replied, unsure if he had heard the blonde woman correctly.
Both the blonde woman and the Asian woman put out their left hands revealed a wedding band on each of their left ring fingers. At first sight of these rings, Tommy and Chuckie instantly became pale, Chuckie even more than usual. The two young men froze up at the thought of getting married and not even remembering the ceremony. This shock distracted Chuckie as he was no longer running away from his new wife, who now had her whole body wrapped up against his. Tommy, on the other hand, was pulled back down on the bed by his older and commanding wife. The only thing Tommy and Chuckie could do was look at each other with a look that screamed "What did we do last night?"