Going, going, GONE

I had to hide. Not that I was frighten of her but this girl was use to being hit. I dropped down to the floor and crawled under the small table behind the couch.

He hurried to her side and the two started their uncontrollable kissing, smacking and then they had sex on the floor in front of the couch.

That sound? That sound! If you could hear what I heard you would have to be in therapy, for years. I could tell they were going to go for it when they bounced on the couch.

I had to make it to the door while they were doing their screaming.  The door wasn’t’ that far away and if I timed it right I could…

Tucking my shoes’ heels on to the straps of my bra so they were hanging, I made my escape.

“Left side. Right side. Left side. Right side. Try to be quite. Keep your eye on the door.” I said to myself, and then I left the carpet.

“NOW!” He said. I turned my head to see he was looking at me.

“What’s wrong?” she asked rising to a seated position.

“Nothing!” He said positioning his body across the back of the couch. “I want you to take me now.”

Out of nowhere he starts clapping. It took a second for me to realize what he was doing. He was making enough noise for me to make it across the tile floor. I felt like a little toy taking wide strides toward the door.  I raised my hand, unlocked the door and was out of there before she said, “Who’s at the door?” as it softly closed shut behind me.

I stood up and ran left down the hallway.  I kept telling myself how next time I would be easier on the drink, leave the super handsome one’s alone, and never loop my shoes into my bra. But that was my mistake.

I saw one of the room doors open and quickly close leaving me in an empty hallway standing next to the stairwell instead of the elevator.

“SHOOT!”

I had a choice, take the stairs or go back to see if I will be confronted by an angry woman. “The woman.”

I didn’t choose this just to start up some bull with them.  I knew I couldn’t make it down the three floors.  I was now walking back towards the room I had just left.  Whatever was going to happen I was gearing myself up to face it.

As I walked I placed on my shoes.  I have never been in this type of situation before and I will make sure that I will not do it again. I heard the sound of the elevator dinging and the doors opening, I picked up my pace the closer I got to the room.  I heard that door click unlock and open.

“Hello.”  Adoria said looking at me with a smile. I wondered if she knew it was me who just left. I kept my game face on.

“Hello?” I replied.

She turned her head and looked down the hallway. A tall beautiful, busty blonde, who was made of nothing but legs came walking up.

“Hello Adoria.” The deep voice announced from the blonde.  It could have been the funny look on my face or the fact I hurried around them as the blonde stood in the doorway, I could hear the entire conversation since she didn’t bother closing the door. 

The blonde. “I didn’t see any one, and she just came out of the room down the hall.”

I could still feel their eyes on me as I heard door shut. I pushed the button for the elevator, gave thanks and then I heard the screams. The sound of large objects being tossed around and the other room doors started opening. The elevator dinged and I stepped in pushing my floor number.

That is when I saw it.  He pushed out of his room half dress followed by a man in a dress. He had lost the blonde wig but kept the big breast and had Adoria right behind him.

“Hold the elevator!”

Goodness knows that what I did next… I pushed the close button, but acted as if I was trying to keep it open.  I should get the Oscar this year for such a performance. The look on his face when the doors closed on him and the way I smiled as it did… priceless. Where is my Oscar?

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