All three.

"How much for a date?" you nervously ask, looking around to see if police lights and sirens will sudden appear next to your car.

"A hundred bucks," the blonde replies, adjusting her top to show even more of her tits to you.

"Or three hundred for all three of us," the redhead chimes in.

"I only have a hundred dollars on me," you mutter.

"So which one you want a date with?" the Asian girl asks.

You really just need one of the girls to relieve your pent up sexual frustration but you now have the heterosexual male fantasy of having sex with three girls at once. You grumble at the thought of taking more cash out at the expense of eating for the rest of the week but you cannot let this opportunity pass you by.

"All three of you but I need to go to an ATM though," you answer.

"There's one at the motel nearby," the blonde says.

You unlock the door and the girls hop in the back. You look back in the rear view mirror and smile at them as they give you directions. A couple minutes later you pull into the parking lot of the Cadillac Motel, a single-floor L-shaped building. Its big pink neon sign and ghastly turquoise painted walls makes it a remnant from the 1960s.

"Hi, Charlie," the blonde greets the fat, bald man behind the front desk counter.

"Hey, sweetie," responds the front desk clerk, who does not take his eyes from the television. "You want the usual room?"

"Will it fit the four of us?" you ask, wondering if the clerk gets a commission for the tricks the girls brings in.

"You want the Eldorado Suite then!" the man replies, grabbing a key from the wall without looking. "It'll be $50 for the night or $20 for the hour. Credit card only to cover damages from any kinky shit."

"Um, the hour," you reply as you take your credit card from your wallet. You could not pay him the cash even if you wanted to.

"Make it for the night," the redhead corrects. But before you could protest she whispers in your ear, "One hour won't be enough time for fun all four of us will have tonight!"

You stare at her for a moment and then hand him your Visa card. "Yeah, for the night."

The clerk processes the transaction during a commercial break. Handing you back your card and the key to room 214, he winks at you. "Have fun, kid."

"Thanks," you mutter before walking over to the ATM to withdraw the remaining two hundred dollars from your bank account.

"Now we're going to have a rocking party tonight, girls!" the blonde cheers as you drive the four of you to the farthest suite.

Opening the door you flick on the light to reveal a decor that appears to be trapped in time. The walls are covered in deep red wallpaper, the floor has a cream, almost yellow, shag carpet, and mirrors on the walls and ceiling surrounding the circular king size bed. You assume this is the motel's honeymoon suite and you do not want to imagine the number of people who had sex here. Well, tonight that number will increase by four!

"Um, since we're going to be intimate with each other tonight, do you mind if I know your names first?" you ask. "I'm Craig."

"Sure, I guess," the blonde giggles. "I'm Jenny."

"I'm May," the Asian girl smiles.

"I'm Sandy," the redhead says as she wanders over to the mini-fridge. "Do you mind if we have some beer since we're going to have a party?"

"Sure, why not," you shrug. The cost of the mini-fridge bar tab is well worth the amount of pussy you will be getting.

Sandy passes bottles of beer around and raises a toast. "To Craig and his cock!" The girls laugh and take a big swig of their beer before they start removing what little clothes they have.

You stare at their tone, shapely bodies and wonder if they're college girls making some money on the side because they do not seem like the stereotypical emaciated, **** addicted street whores, you drive by occasionally. You gulp down your beer to give yourself some much needed liquid courage for your first foursome. You hope the **** is not going to affect the stamina you will need for the next few hours.

"Nice," compliments Jenny when you finally pull down your boxer briefs, freeing your raging erection.

"Which flavor do you like," Sandy asks her friends as she pulls out different colored condoms from her purse.

"Strawberry," May answers.

"I'll take the peach," Jenny replies.

"So who's first?" you ask, pointing your cock at the three girls.