The Courtyard Hotel

"Eh, the Crankshaft just has the same old dirty old men and jocks from college. I want a stranger, someone I'll never see again. Let's hit the Courtyard."

"Okay, Loretta! I'm game if you're game. Maybe we could give some guy his dream come true -- a threesome!"

"Oooo, Connie, you have the best ideas," Loretta says. "Let's go!" She hugs and kisses the redhead from the passenger seat.

The two teenagers head to the Interstate. In about 30 minutes, they are in the parking lot of the Courtyard. They have tarted up their clothing and have their fake IDs. It's amazing what you can get on the Internet for $200. Loretta wears a red scoop-necked shirt that shows off her delicious C-cup cleavage, which her gbra is working overtime to push up, and doesn't quite cover her trim belly. She has a short black skirt that comes about mid-thigh. Her long gorgeous legs are bare.

Connie's red hair surrounds her pale face in flames. She's wearing a green blouse with the top two buttons undone. Her magnificent D-cup orbs show much of their nearly white tops. She's wearing the tightest pair of hiphugger jeans, which seem sprayed on.

They share a long French kiss and fondle each other's tits, like they have for years. When they finally break off the kiss, they're both horny as hell.

They walk into the hotel and head for the bar. On a Thursday night, there are several people in the bar with nothing to do, mostly people on business trips. Several customers eye the two girls as they enter. Connie and Loretta head to the bar stools.