Yeah... no

"Yeah no. That's been in my ass", you tell Gavin, quickly brought back to reality as you glance down at his fluid-stained cock. You can only hope most of that mess is cum or lubricant.

As you come down from your {if weed=0}orgasm{else}high{endif} you become more aware of how gooey your ass feels, and how awkward the whole situation is. You probably screamed up the whole motel, and that weird camera dude is still staring at you with that stupid confused expression of his. You shove Gavin out of the way as you stand up, quickly reaching over to grab your clothes to get dressed. "Well it was fun. Good luck with the tape and have fun in the army", you say as you step into your panties.

"I'm sure I'll survive", Gavin utters, looking a bit perplexed. But at least he doesn't seem to protest to the sudden conclusion. He sits naked on the bed and watches you get dressed. "Thanks, Marcy, I really appreciate this. Fucking an actual porn star up the ass has been my dream for so long. And to have it on video... now I'll always have something to jerk off to", he says as you get your bra and pants back on. He smirks. "I wonder what my girlfriend will say if I send her the video after I'm far overseas".

You pull your shirt over your head and gaze at him for a moment. So he wasn't a virgin after all, you deduce. Anyway, you're not even going to bother asking him about the details of his 'girlfriend' situation. You're about to reply when there is a sudden knock on the door. "That's my cue to go", you say, quickly grabbing your handbag and stepping into your shoes. Then you walk up to the door. "I hope you enjoy the video!", you add as an afterthought, knowing he won't because it will just be a pitch black recording of the back of a lens cap.

When you open the door you are suddenly faced with a man that is towering over you and doesn't look very pleased. "Hello. I'm the motel manager. We're getting complaints fr-", he begins to speak, but he falls silent as he looks past you at the two men still inside the room; one of which is still completely naked.

"W-What is going ON here?!", the hotel manager roars, and you quickly slip past him. For a moment it looks like he'll try to stop you, but then he turns his gaze back inside, taking note of the large camera. "Why are- What is- What's that smell?", he demands to know all at once as you hurry back to the parking lot. "Wait. Was that a hooker?!", you hear him screech at the men, his rage apparently complete.

'Hey now', you think.

Your heels grind against the gravel as you step on the parking lot looking for Honey. Luckily, she's still sitting in the car waiting for you, reading a magazine. She takes notice of you and looks up as you approach. "Hey, Honey", you tell her before she can so much as open her mouth. "It's done". You really just want to get out of here.

"Great", she says, flashing you a smile. "Come on, let's be on our way". Honey stands up, allowing you to take her place in the passenger's seat while she walks around the car to jump behind the wheel. She gets the vehicle moving and you breathe a sigh of relief as Honey steers it back onto the highway.

The drive back is long and quiet, but you don't mind. You lean against the seat while she drives, enjoying the scenery and the wind running through your hair. The sun is setting, and the sky changes from a bright blue to a beautiful red.

"Are you not going to ask me how it was?", you ask after replaying the events that just happened in the motel room in your head a few times. You never got the chance to clean yourself properly, and your asshole is still slippery and leaking cum into your panties. At least you don't feel all too sore; but maybe that's just because your pucker is still 'well-lubricated' and you're currently sitting down.

Honey simply shrugs, not taking her eyes off the road for a moment. "I'm curious, but I'm not going to ask for all the intimate details", she says with a soft smile. "Just tell me... did you at least have fun?"