OASIS 66...a Motel for...Lovers?

[Turk-Rakker]

OOC...I can't believe the nerve of this guy stealing my thread!
Dammit Ari, ain't ya got enough of your own!
Now give someone else a crack at this luscious broad.
Geesh!

 

[shereads]

The role of Turk is being played this evening by Ariosto. What a welcome break for Turk, who probably misses his loyal if low-tipping customers at Rick's Rooftop, and would love to drop by around 5 a.m. to make a pot of coffee. And beignets!
Beignets would be such a treat...

Is this skirt too tight?

I'll just saunter back to the Rooftop now, in case Turk has forgotten how to find Casablanca...

Turk? TURK? Don't go in there! If your character duplicates itself in the thread, the structure of space and time itself will be -- oh to hell with it. I'll go to Dunkin Donuts.

 

[Lady_Kit]

A sudden beeping broke through the sounds of moaning groaning and cries for harder deeper penetration that came from the occupants of the bed. Remec eyes went from heavy-lidded desire to surprised alertness as he pulled a small cell phone from his pocket.

Damn! I thought you were glad to see me and its just the latest hardware from Verizon!

In disbelief Kit watched Remec answer the call, and gave him an angry look as he smiled apologetically while he listened to the caller.

“Sorry, babe! Trees down on the power lines, wind and water threatening the roof of the house. I have to go.”

Kit sputtered as Remec rose to leave. Leave!! How could he leave her like this?! She needed…wanted…had to have it….

“In the ass?”

She heard Turk utter in disbelief. Then heard the confirmation from Chanaud.

"Yes, hammer my ass Wild Man!"

This she had to see! Kit climbed from the floor, peeling away her clothing as she neared the bed, and was greeted by the image of Chanaud laying face down, beautiful ass high in the air. Turk, was busily laving and prodding her tender hole with his tongue, while one hand stroked the huge cock that he was about to press into her friends tight rosebud. The size of Turks cock was impressive, no, it was downright scary when Kit considered where it was about to go. Chanud needed a distraction for this and Kit knew just the thing. In a flash, Kit was beneath the writhing Eurasian, her mouth raining kisses and licks over every bit of skin she could reach. Though she’d miss Turks entrance, the accessibility of Chanuds tits more than made up for the loss, and besides, who knew what the lovely lady might do when she felt Turk begin to give her the fucking she begged for?

 

[Remec]

Time in

Somewhere in the vastness that exists outside of SRP...naysayers and unbelievers not withstanding...the man who wore the name and outward characteristics of Remec finally regained power and a sense of stability to the chaos about him. Or, it should be, that he returned his chaos to its proper levels, since a stable chaos would, of course, be an oxymoron.

Having achieved this, he slipped an aspect of himself off to the Rooftop to reassure those who mattered to him, but sent the majority of his energies back to a certain semi-abandoned motel. While the presence of Lady Kit and Chanaud would have been draw enough...knowing he needed to get to the bottom of Turk's disappearance...not to mention trying to get the bartender released for the piece of mind of the Roofers, and Shereads' coffee addiction (bordering on fetishism as it was) made his mission of utmost importance.

But, when he stepped through the portal back into that room, the only thing he could think of as he watched Kit lavishing warm, wet attention to Chanaud's incredibly luscious breasts was what a nice pair of legs and ass Kit had. He dropped his clothing in the few steps it took to reach the trio, kneeling softly behind Kit and sliding his hands up the backs of her thighs as he leaned in and licked the glistening flesh between her cheeks...

 

[Turk-Rakker]

What happened next is beyond belief...

In the midst of this menage a quatre, just as it was heating up to the point where Turk could lay aside for a moment his concern over the poisoning of the Rooftop clientele with Ari's hideous brews...
Just then...

The door burst open!
A squad of gargantuan brutes, with pink rosey cheeks, garlands of blood red tulips wrapped around their necks and reeking of gouda cheese, swept the diabolical Eurasian Beauty from under the pile and disappeared in a klatter of klogs...

What can possibly happen now!

Well, Turk can run back to the Roof in time for the midnight canapés and Kit and Remec can enjoy a prepaid for room as long as they dont mind dealing with the lecherous Spike.

Stay tuned...

 

[shereads]

His canapes are "mustapes" in my book. You should try them, really.

Come back, Turk.

Make coffee, and you can enslave all of Casablanca.

 

[Remec]

whoa

Lifting his head at the sound of the brutes coming and going, Remec looked about the room just in time to see Turk heading back for the Rooftop with Shereads leading the way and regaling him with all that he's missed, and of her various misadventures in achieving Turklike coffee.

"Hmm...guess the rescue mission was a success.", he mused aloud, a hand still caressing the luscious bottom of Lady Kit. "So...shall we join the celebration there or have our own here?"

 

[shereads]

But had it really been shereads leaving with Turk? And are you certain the man was Turk?

Remec, what if you're not the real Remec!

And what if that ass is not Lady Kit's...?

Without quality caffeine, things don't seem so clear anymore, do they. Ha!

 

[Remec]

<nodding>

But had it really been shereads leaving with Turk? And are you certain the man was Turk?

Remec, what if you're not the real Remec!

And what if that ass is not Lady Kit's...?

Without quality caffeine, things don't seem so clear anymore, do they. Ha!

The figure that appeared to be Remec thoughtfully listened to the words that the being who seemed to be Shereads intoned with the vocal quality of a psychology-trained Jiminy Cricket. (His hand continued to caress and fondle the ass in question, however.)

"Very valid points, whoever you are.", he said. Then he turned from the silent form under his hand and regarded them over the rim of his not-quite-clear-for-some-reason Polargreys and smiled. "Nothing has been really clear since college...but, somehow, that's not ever been a problem for me."

He gestured about the serilously in need of maid service room. "You're right, indeed...obviously, the rescue was for an bogus kidnapping. Perhaps nothing is as it seems. That wasn't Turk...that wasn't Chanaud...this isn't Kit, although I must commend whomever designed this ass if it isn't..."

Remec(or whomever) nodded slowly. "But, y'know, that really is a bed." With a lunge and a scoop, he gathered she-that-may-be-Shereads up and placed her on the covers and sheets. "Feel like putting it to use?"

 

[chanaud]

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[chanaud]

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[shereads]

Shereads tipped her source a generous 50 cents, then shooed him away so she could peruse the information in private. Adding extra caffeine to her cafe con leche from a vial of Uber-Caf Super-Stength Caffeine Concentrate that she kept in her purse, she opened the portfolio and looked at the shocking photographs.

"Hanging out at porn sites has definitely influenced these people," she muttered, turning the page.

"Good lord! I didn't know you could put one of those into...one of those!"

She turned the portfolio upside down, hoping that a different angle would reveal exactly how this position had been accomplished.

"Is that Remec? Are those Chaunaud?....Waiter, bring me my check. I have to get to the hardware store for batteries before they close."