C'était amusant

When Samson opened his eyes again, Adele was still passed out on the bed next to him. She looked especially slutty with her pussy dripping his cum onto the sheets and her hair all messed up. Not to mention the fingers still embedded in her own pussy.

Samson stretched, and considered waking her up, but to be honest he was pretty done with her by now. Gray seemed to agree, and the two began to get dressed. A soft throat-clearing noise behind him almost made Samson jump out of his skin. Sitting quietly with a cup of tea in her hand, and stark naked, was Lilit, whom he had completely forgotten about.

"Tee?" she asked, gesturing at her cup.

"Uhh... no thank you?" Samson bumbled.

He looked at the afternoon sun reflecting through the curtains behind Lilit's chair.

"What time is it?" he tried asking her.

Her expression changed to incorporate a hint of confusion. Without Gray's translating skills, there was a potentially insurmountable language barrier between them, but Samson was not going to leave the driver's seat again so soon.

Come on, shitface, let me at her. We can extract such useful information as 'what time is it' and 'where is the bathroom' while I nail her in the ass again.

Samson just looked at his watch. 4:01pm.

Jeez, only 8 fucking hours left in the day! We need to get a move on if we're going to break our record! Ask her if there are any good places to pick up chicks nearby.

Samson was not so inclined to get at Lilit so fast. For one thing, her attitude was fascinating. She seemed to be treating his arrival, seduction, and abandonment of her as a perfectly natural occurrence, instead of the supernatural origin it clearly was. Plus, she was pretty cute.

"Where... are you... going... to do.... now...?" he tried to mime, poorly by even his own estimation.

Even so, her eyes showed a bit of recognition. She pulled out her smartphone, and a moment later opened what Samson recognized as the Google Translate app. Inside he groaned and Gray whooped with laughter.

An incomprehensible smattering of sounds flowed from her mouth, and a second later the phone's robotic voice announced.

"I work as a waiter. I have to go work there in some minutes. There is a big party for me to work at."

Samson was a little disappointed, but he hadn't really expected anything lasting to come out of Gray's powers.

"Would you enjoy to come with me?" the translator finished.

Disappointment changed to pleased surprise, and soon Samson was nodding and Lilit was smiling, and nodding, and Samson was smiling, and nodding again. Even Gray was happy. Parties meant hot girls dressing up.