Head back to the motel.

You think you are pushing your luck with the bartender. As much as you would love to sink your cock into the redhead's pussy you know you are guaranteed to get laid when you get back to the motel.

"No thank you, miss," you answer. "I already had some breakfast earlier. Maybe I'll stop by for a beer later perhaps."

"Well, come by before six," she replies with a smile. "I get off work then."

"You got it!" You wonder if you can somehow excuse yourself from Connie and Loretta later tonight so you can drop by the bar.

It doesn't take you long to walk back to the motel, especially with the extra spring in your step due to the excitement of knowing you will be getting laid again. Unlocking the door you are greeted by the room's decor that hasn't changed since the 1970s. Kicking off your shoes you walk over to the night table and grab the phone, dialing *69.

"Hello, front desk," you hear Tiffany's sweet voice say seductively. "What kind of room service would you like, Mr. Doe?"