"You still seem a little freaked," Trent said as they pulled into the parking lot. They'd been trying to make conversation all the way to the hotel, but Molly was having a hard time carrying her end of it. Mostly she just looked out the window.

"I am...sorry," she murmured as he parked.

"If you want me to take you somewhere else, I totally will," Trent said.

"I don't want to go home," she replied in a surprisingly vulnerable voice. "I'm good. I want to be here. I'm just...having trouble." She sighed heavily and rubbed her eyes, then suddenly turned and smiled at him. "I'm fine."

He frowned, studying her. The smile she was giving him seemed incredibly false, and he had a rough idea of what was going on in her head. He imagined Molly was someone who was used to dominating a conversation, who was used to holding all the social cards, walking into a room and turning every head. And that no doubt came with a certain presentation of self. He had no doubt that she invested significant time in cultivating not just her appearance, but her general aesthetic. There were a lot of unspoken implications about Molly Harper, and they were intentional.

She was smooth. She was cool. She was fun. She was an absolute demon between the sheets. She was a party girl. She was a bit mysterious.

All of this was said without ever being directly spoken.

But, in his experience, people who put this much effort into presenting themselves like this tended to have a reason for it. And usually it was not a good reason. And there was something in the way she'd said that, 'I don't want to go home', that immediately set him on edge.

Like she was afraid to.

He was still considering precisely how to respond to that when Mae said, "Come on, let's go. I wanna see this room."

"Yeah," Trent said, "let's do that."

"What about the weed?" Molly asked.

"We'll smoke in the room," Mae replied.

"That's...certainly against policy," Bea said.

"We'll open a window," Trent said after a moment.

"Wow, I'm surprised you're okay with this," Bea replied.

"I just, you know, don't really want to hang out in the car or outside smoking weed at midnight. You know?"

"Fair point."

Bea grabbed a suitcase they'd all stuffed a change of clothes into out of the trunk and then they went inside. It was a big hotel, the building towering over them. There had to be hundreds of rooms. Trent hadn't spent more than a handful of nights in hotels, and they were never particularly pleasant. But he had the idea that this was definitely going to buck that trend.

Walking in through the front doors, which slid open automatically as they approached, was like stepping into another world. Everything looked fancy and expensive, and also vaguely creepy. It was a place that was normally teeming with people that was now completely empty. It was like walking into The Langoliers. Except for the receptionist behind the front desk. She was all smiles as they approached and checked in and asked for their room keys. Trent got one for each of them, and then they walked back to the bank of elevators.

The strange feeling persisted as they rode the elevator to the top floor. He knew part of it was being into a hotel. It was a nice hotel. Everything looked and smelled fresh and clean. As they stepped out into the hallway once the elevator had arrived, there was a strange hush. He could very faintly hear a conversation and a TV or radio playing as he led the group towards their rooms. No one said anything until they found their room.

He slotted the keycard and opened the door when the light turned green. It was dark inside. For a moment he hesitated, wondering if anyone would be in it, if Gregg and Angus, or Ann or Claire had staked this room out, but he sensed no one. Flipping on the light, he walked into the room, and found that it was indeed empty.

"Where's Ann?" Mae murmured.

"Not sure," Trent replied, pulling out his phone. He quickly fired off a text asking just that.

"Wow, this place is, like, super fancy," Molly murmured as she walked into the room. "Are you guys, like, rich?"

"I wouldn't say rich," Trent replied.

"Right now, we're lucky," Bea said, setting the suitcase down and walking deeper into the hotel room.

He got a text back from Ann. "Okay, she's in the other room, hanging out with Claire. They're talking about stuff...man, this place is nice," he muttered, walking deeper into the central room.

The room held a nice curved couch in front of a flat-screen TV mounted on the wall with an entertainment center below it. Farther back was a desk with a nice swivel chair, and across from that was a tiny kitchen area that was mostly a microwave and a minifridge.

"Whoa," Mae said as she walked through the door in the right wall. "Huge bed! And a fucking hot tub!"

"Wow yeah, nice," Bea said as she followed her in.

Trent and Molly joined them in the bedroom area. Glancing back behind him briefly, he saw a copy of the bedroom lay on the other side of the central room.

"That is one big bed," Molly said.

"Yep," Bea replied. "Does nudity bother you?"

"Nope," Molly said. "Especially if it's any of the people in this room. Or really anyone I met at the party in your entourage. Y'all all are hot."

"Good to know," Bea said, and began taking her clothes off. "I hate clothes right now."

"Fucking same," Mae growled, tugging her shirt off.

Trent lingered awkwardly in the doorway as Molly walked in.

"So, uh, Molly...you sure you're cool with me being here?" he asked.

She paused at the foot of the bed and turned to look at him. For a moment, she said nothing, just stared at him, her face neutral. Finally, a small smile touched her lips. "You really mean it," she murmured.

"What?" he replied, not sure he'd heard her.

"You'd really walk out of here if I said I didn't want you here...and not because Mae runs your relationship," she said.

"I don't make my boyfriend do anything," Mae replied, crossing her arms.

Trent rolled her eyes. "Oh come on, you make me do things all the time."

She sighed heavily. "Okay, but like, not for real. I'm always, like, asking, just not, like...asking literally? You can always tell me no or you don't want to."

He laughed. "I know, Mae."

"If anything you make us do stuff a lot," Bea murmured.

"Because you practically beg me to-"

"Oh shut up," Bea growled.

"You three have such a great dynamic," Molly said. "I'm just...sorry, I should answer the question. I'm cool with you being here. I'd tell you if I wasn't."

"I just wanted to check, you still seemed a little...freaked. Here." He reached into his pocket and pulled out his pipe and lighter. "I do have this, if you still want it."

"I do want it," Molly replied, walking over and taking it. "Thanks," she added when he lit it for her.

"I'll open the window," Bea said, walking over to one and pulling it open.

"Yeah, should probably sit by the window," Molly murmured, walking over and taking a seat beside it. She puffed a few times and sighed in what sounded like relief. "That's good." She looked around at them as Mae and Bea resumed taking their clothes off. "Really, I just want to have my pussy eaten...don't suppose you've got a strap-on?" she asked.

"No, sorry," Mae said.

"It's okay. I was just-oh my God you are fucking hot," Molly whispered as Bea's bra came off. "Like, good lord. Also so are you are, Mae-wow you have huge tits," she added as Mae's undershirt came off.

"Sorry I'm not bi," Bea replied.

"Oh, don't be sorry, it isn't a choice, it's just who you are," Molly replied.

"I am a little sorry because you are crazy hot. Like a model or something, or an actress," Bea replied.

"Oh, well…" Molly grinned and shifted in her seat to put her body a little more on display. "If you ever feel like experimenting…"

"Oh man that'd be the hottest shit ever," Mae whispered.

"Probably not," Bea said after a moment. "I mean...probably not."

"That isn't a no, but I won't push," Molly replied.

"I appreciate it. And...yeah, that wasn't quite a no. I'm...I don't know. I'm pretty fucking straight, it's just...I've been in way, way more threesomes involving another woman than I ever thought possible. And being around naked women I like most days has...I'm not sure. I guess, I'm not completely as straight as I thought. But I also wouldn't say I'm ready to experiment, or if I'll ever be."

"Like I said, no pressure," Molly replied. She took another puff and then stood up. "I would like to see you naked, if it would help put you at ease," she said, holding out the pipe to Trent.

"Oh, uh...cool," he replied, taking it and taking a puff on it.

"Gimme," Bea said after she took her panties off.

He passed it to her and took off his shirt, then kicked his shoes off and started undoing his pants. He had to admit, this felt weird: getting naked for a woman who had no sexual interest in him. And honestly he was surprised he wasn't more awkward or anxious about the whole thing. Something occurred to him though as he got down to his boxers.

"There is one more thing," he said. "I don't know if you and Mae talked it over already and I know it's awkward, it's just...we gotta talk about these things. Uh...shit, how do I put this?"

"Whatever it is, just throw it out there, you're not gonna offend me," Molly said.

"Okay: STDs?" he asked.

She laughed. "Oh. Yeah. No, that's totally cool. A really fair ask." She found her purse and pulled her phone out of it. Navigating it for a bit, she then passed it to Trent. "I'm very...specific about STDs. I get tested a few times a year, make sure they send me the results. Last time I got tested was about a month after I stopped fucking around. I'm good. And I believe Mae that you all are safe and clean. Which I know kinda contradicts what I said about being specific about STDs, but...I just trust you guys. I don't normally trust people."

He looked at her phone, saw she'd taken a picture of her results. He studied it for a moment, saw it all looked to be in order, and passed it back to her. "Thanks," he said. "Sorry to make it weird."

"No, it isn't weird at all. It's smart…" She smiled suddenly as she put her phone away. "How many chicks have you hooked up with, exactly? You do not seem unfamiliar with this."

"Outside of the relationship?" Mae asked, answering for him. "Three."

"I'm surprised it's not more, given how cute you are and how permissive your girlfriends are," Molly said.

"We've only been together six months," Bea said. "Give it time. I mean the idea was originally to hopefully hook you up with Mae and him."

"Mae did mention that," Molly replied. "And if I wasn't a lesbian I'd be all over you...now," she took off her shirt, "will anyone else be attending? Because I don't mind putting on a show."

"Lemme check," Trent said, grabbing his phone out of his pants pocket and texting Ann.

If you & Claire are gonna watch Mae have sex with this insanely hot chick, now's the time.

"Also, uh...you cool with, like, other people doing sex stuff while you and Mae are going at it?" he asked.

"Oh yeah, go right ahead, don't let me keep you from dipping your wick," she replied.

Bea laughed. "I'm not sure if I've heard it put like that before...mmm. You wanna have sex while we watch? That'd be hot as fuck."

"Hell yes," he replied immediately.

They heard the front door open up and a moment later Ann and Claire appeared.

"Whoa, wow...so many hot naked people," Ann said with a big, happy grin.

"Yeah, I feel like I walked onto the set of a porno," Claire murmured. "Are you, uh, sure you're cool with me being here?"

"Yeah," Mae said. "Totally."

"I'm cool with it," Molly said.

"You know I am," Trent agreed.

"Okay. Just...I'm gonna sit over here and watch all the...happenings," she murmured.

"Are you drunk?" Bea asked.

"I am...tipsy. I had some to drink back in the hotel room...I'm allowed to drink!"

Trent laughed. "We didn't say you weren't allowed to, Claire. You're a cutie."

"Shush!" she cried, sitting down heavily in one of the chairs. "Stop it! I'm not!" She covered part of her face. "Don't look at me!"

"Oh my God, you are adorable," Molly said.

Claire tried to say something, then giggled. "No!" she managed.

"This is amazing," Mae said, laying in bed now. She looked at Molly. "And also so weird. Like...jeez are out of my league."

Molly shrugged as she got out of her pants. "I don't really think about that. I mean, ugh, I guess that sounds shitty, because I know I have pretty privilege, but I guess I mean I try not to think about it in those terms. Like, I think you're pretty cute. You've got a real unique look and I dig it. I mean, I was totally going to hook up with you at that party."

"Really?!" Mae cried.

"Yeah. Then you disappeared. Which, I get, I know you had some kind of emergency. But yeah, I was real into you. I still am."

Mae began to say something, then her words died in her throat as Molly's bra came off. All sound died as she tossed it onto the floor.

"Oh. My. God," Mae whispered.

"Goddamn those are nice tits," Ann said.

"Yeah. Wow. Oh my lord. I'm straight, but, like, woooooow," Claire whispered. "Titties."

"So, you like them?" Molly asked with a sly smirk.

"Thick goddess," Mae whispered, her eyes wide.

"Fuck," Trent muttered. She really did have probably the best rack he'd ever seen. It wasn't just that they were big, it was that they seemed perfectly proportioned. Sculpted, almost. Like some of the S Ranked tits he'd seen among the best Instagram models or porn stars.

"Also, yes, they're all natural."

"You are...so blessed," Bea said.

"I know you want a pic. So, you can take one if, obviously, you promise to keep it to yourself," she said. The smile she wore said that they were back in her wheelhouse, back on her territory of being an absolute fucking unit of sexual appeal.

"Trent? You wanna do the honors? Because I love you?" Mae asked.

"Uh...yeah, if that's cool," he replied, slowly getting up and grabbing his phone.

"Totally cool," she said, turning to face him.

"Can you take your panties off?" he asked, activating his camera.

"Only if you get naked, too," Molly replied.

"Oh. Uh. Sure. Bea?" he asked.

"Got it," she replied, dropping to her knees and pulling his boxers down.

Molly looked at his erection, (and it was a full-on erection, he was standing at absolute attention among all these women), and smiled a little broader, then took off her panties. She struck a pose, putting one foot up on the bed to show off her pussy, which looked crazy good between her deliciously thick thighs.

He snapped a picture of her.

"You are every fucking cheerleader I've ever jerked it to," Mae murmured.

Molly laughed. "Cheerleader?"

"I have a thing. Or had a thing for awhile there."

"I think we all did, also…" She looked at Trent again. "You've got a nice cock. No hetero."

"Wait...is that like the opposite of no homo?" he asked.

She laughed. "Yeah. It's mostly a joke, but also my way of saying, I've seen a lot of dicks, because I do watch het porn, as weird as that may sound, and I've seen a lot of my friends have sex because hey, who doesn't like watching sex? And normally dicks just look kinda weird, but every now and then, I see a nice one, and yours is a nice one."

"It is," Bea murmured, reaching out and grasping it.

"Why don't you put it in your mouth?" he asked. "And thank you, Molly. I, uh, appreciate the compliment. You have a beautiful vagina."

She giggled. "Thanks."

"Why don't you make me?...fuckboy." Bea replied.

"You little fucking whore," he growled, tossing his phone aside onto one of the chairs and grabbing her head. She let out a little sound as he pushed his cock into her mouth and started fucking her face.

"Holy shit," Molly said. "Hot."

"Hot as fuck," Mae agreed. "Can we do sex stuff now?"

"Totally."

"Can I join in?" Ann asked. Trent looked over, seeing that she'd stripped naked during this conversation.

"With which couple?" Molly asked.

"Trent and Bea. I want cock."

"Yes," he replied, "absolutely. Just give me a minute with Bea here. She needs to be taught a lesson."

Bea tried to say something but he pushed his dick harder into her mouth, partially down her throat.

"Shut the fuck up, smart girl," he growled at her.

She gagged and moaned.

"So hot," Ann murmured as she came over.

He made out with Ann for a bit while making Bea suck him off, and then he pulled his dick out of her mouth and pointed to the floor. "Doggystyle."

"Yes, sir," Ann murmured. "So we can both watch."

Mae giggled wildly. "Like that song! We'll do it doggystyle so we can both watch X-files!" She giggled again, and then Molly kissed her.

Trent fell to his knees behind Ann, running his hands across her broad, brown-furred ass. He could see that she was already very wet and ready to accept him, so he got right up against her and spent a moment rubbing his head around the entrance of her pussy. He listened to her moan quietly as he watched Molly and Mae make out and feel each other up, their hands wandering across each others' curvaceous bodies.

Molly also had an insanely hot ass.

She was the most wonderful definition of thick.

He got a good grip on Ann's hips and slipped inside of her. She let out a loud moan, causing both Mae and Molly to look over.

"Fuck, so hot," Molly muttered, then kept kissing Mae.

"Come on," Bea complained after a moment. She had gotten onto her hands and knees beside Ann.

"Stop complaining," he replied, reaching out and smacking her taut ass.

"You fuckboy," she muttered.

"You're gonna just sit there and wait and watch me fuck Ann instead of you."

"You're punishing me?!" she snapped, looking back at him. "Why?"

"For being a bad girl," he replied.

She let out an irritated huff.

He returned his attention to the bed as he heard Mae moan. Molly had a hand down between her thick thighs now and was fingering her, probing her slick, hot depths with two fingers and making her hips buck.

"Holy shit!" she moaned. "That's-oh man! So good!"

Molly looked pretty satisfied with herself. Trent found himself having to slow down a little and keep his focus because this was definitely a level above watching porn. Seeing someone as hot as Molly doing sexual things with Mae while he was fucking Ann was...too much. He was going to bust if he wasn't careful.

He heard a quiet moan from across the room and glanced over. Claire actually had a hand down her pants and was clearly touching herself.

This was, by far, the most erotic thing he'd ever been involved in.

He kept fucking Ann until he could resist the siren call of Bea's amazing pussy no longer and moved over to her. She let out a loud cry of pleasure as he penetrated her, slipping right into her perfect wetness.

Mae let out her own loud moan barely a few seconds later as Molly began going down on her.

"Holy sh-oh man that tongue!" she cried, her legs trembling, her eyes wide as she pressed her head back into the pillow, struggling to control herself.

They kept at it for a long time. He switched back and forth between Bea and Ann, driving into them both, pounding their sweet pussies as Molly kept eating Mae out. At some point, Mae orgasmed, and then she did it again around the time he started letting off inside of Ann. And he switched back over to Bea when Mae finished orgasming and switched places with Molly, now going down on the fantastically beautiful bombshell.

And from the sounds Molly was making, Mae was doing a good job.

He didn't last a whole lot longer when he got back in Bea. Listening to her moaning and seeing her beautiful, fit body before him, driving into her perfect pussy-

"Ah, Bea!" he groaned loudly as he began cumming inside of her. She moaned loudly, pushing back against him, forcing him deep into her as he unleashed everything inside of her. Molly was staring at the two of them and as she locked eyes for a brief moment with him, she shivered violently and then let out a cry of her own as she started to orgasm.

Trent finished shooting his load into Bea and then pulled out of her and sat down heavily with his back to the chair. Bea fell forward onto the carpet, panting along with him.

After a few more moments, everyone was quiet, save for the panting.

"Fuck, man," Molly whispered.