Post by Bester on May 25, 2019 10:43:04 GMT -5
The following morning…….
Doing his best impersonation of David Caruso, Joe Jones slowly removes his sunglasses and places his hand on his hip and looks up at the upper balcony of the Bad Ass Hotel which is just a old roadside motel but whatever.
“God damn cunt.” Joe says to himself with a look of disgust on his face. Still sporting a shiner from his disagreement with Bester two weeks ago, Joe taps the ear arms(?) of his shades in and hangs them from his white button up shirt. Joe then looks down in front of him while standing at a angle to whatever it is in front of him.
On a inflatable mattress next to the pool is a naked Bester sound asleep cuddled up with his stuffed baby monkey. Laying next to him, cuddled up tightly to Bester with his stark white butt cheeks exposed for the whole world to see is Kelloggs’ “Bae” and she too, is still in the nude. Next to her is some redhead and she too, is nude. She is a true redhead as the carpet matches the drapes. All around them on the patio, on tables and floating in the pool are empty beer cans and empty bottles of all sorts of liquor. Several hotel doors are open around the place and Joe can see some people in them as they crashed here and there. All around the pool are a couple of people, some awake, some sleeping, some clothed, some not. The place is trashed from a all night party and apparently Bester tried to drown his sorrows away and, guessing, when that didn’t work, tried to fuck them away.
Joe takes his foot and nudges Bester. “Come on Best. Time to get up.”
Bester is out cold, so Joe kicks Bester, not hard but more than a nudge. “Bester.”
Nothing from him. So Joe kicks him a little more harder. Still nothing orther than Bester rolling over and balling himself up in a fetal position, and inso burying his face in his lady friends breasts. This time Joe winds up like he is going to kick a field goal in the super bowl and he kicks Bester as hard as he can in his pasty white ass! This, this gets a reaction from Bester!
“WHAT THE?” Bester blurts out as he holds his ass and straightens out. Kelloggs’ Bae rolls over with a WTF I’m sleeping here asshole look on her face. She cuddles up with the redhead who drapes her forearm over her forehead to shield her eyes from the morning sun.
“Get up!” Joe barks.
“Stop yelling!” Bester says rubbing his ass cheek with a huge red mark in the shape of the side of Joe's foot.
“If I was yelling, you would know it.”
Bester sits up and that is when it hits him, a all night drinking bender hits him hard and he holds his head with both hands.
“Oh…..what happened.”
“Looks like drank way to much and fucked these two bitches. Get up. Time to go back to work.” Joe commands.
“Hmm no.”
“Yes.”
“I don’t feel good. My head hurts. What is going on.”
“You’re hungover stupid. Get your shit. We’re out of here.”
“What?” Bester says and looks up blinded by the morning sun. “I’m not going with you Mister Jones. I’m still angry with you. You made Miss Baxter leave me.”
“And thank god for that, stupid cunt.”
“Don’t call her that!” Bester shouts and immediately holds his head.
“I’ll call that fucking whore anything I want. Now get up, get dressed, lets go. It’s back to work for you. You’ve got a match next week, time to get training for it.”
“Match? I don’t have a match next week. I don’t think Mr. Welsh likes me anymore.”
“That is true, he is disappointed in you. But after we talked, he’ll book you next week so come on, time to get back in that gym and put this whole Aubrey bullshit behind you.”
“No. I quit. I don’t want to wrestle anymore. Not till I find Miss Baxter again.” Bester says and lays down, shielding his eyes. Joe looks at him and slightly nods.
“Okay.” Joe says and wanders off. Thinking that was that and Bester “won”, he starts to drift off back into nappy nappy land. He quickly falls back asleep.....
Joe returns a couple of moments later. This time with a garden hose in hand.
“Last chance. Get up and for the love of god, put some pants on, you don’t want that thing getting sunburnt, I’m not dealing with you and your throbbing from being burnt penis. Or else.”
Bester puts his hand over his junk cuz that’ll block the rays from the sun. “No! Go away!”
“Fine. Have it your way.” Joe says and squeezes the trigger on the garden nozzle and sprays Bester and his two bunk mates down with cold water. The two girls, they scream, call Joe a asshole and other names as they jump from the air mattress and run away. Bester holds his hand up to block the stream of water and tries to get up himself at the same time, but is sliding about the air mattress as it quickly became a slip and slide.
“STOP!” Bester yells but Joe doesn’t stop. He holds a steady stream of water on him, hosing him down.
“STOP!” Bester yells again.
“GET UP!” Joe demands
“STOP!”
“THEN GET UP!”
“STTTOOOPPPP!”
Bester yells at a really high pitched tone. This does make Joe stop, only because he didn’t believe his ears.
“Was that you just now?”
Bester is shivering, he draws his legs up to his chest and looks so pissed. “I said stop! You don’t listen to me very well.”
“The same could be said about you. I said it’s time to get up and go back to work. So….time to get up.”
“Give me a minute. I’m cold now.”
Joe glances at Bester’s junk and smirks. “Going to have starting calling you the scared little turtle from now on.”
Bester looks up at Joe all confused. “What? Why?”
Joe laughs. “Just get up buddy!” and then squeezes the trigger and gives Bester another shot of cold water with Bester freaking out, but he scrambles to his feet and runs into James’s room…….
Doing his best impersonation of David Caruso, Joe Jones slowly removes his sunglasses and places his hand on his hip and looks up at the upper balcony of the Bad Ass Hotel which is just a old roadside motel but whatever.
“God damn cunt.” Joe says to himself with a look of disgust on his face. Still sporting a shiner from his disagreement with Bester two weeks ago, Joe taps the ear arms(?) of his shades in and hangs them from his white button up shirt. Joe then looks down in front of him while standing at a angle to whatever it is in front of him.
On a inflatable mattress next to the pool is a naked Bester sound asleep cuddled up with his stuffed baby monkey. Laying next to him, cuddled up tightly to Bester with his stark white butt cheeks exposed for the whole world to see is Kelloggs’ “Bae” and she too, is still in the nude. Next to her is some redhead and she too, is nude. She is a true redhead as the carpet matches the drapes. All around them on the patio, on tables and floating in the pool are empty beer cans and empty bottles of all sorts of liquor. Several hotel doors are open around the place and Joe can see some people in them as they crashed here and there. All around the pool are a couple of people, some awake, some sleeping, some clothed, some not. The place is trashed from a all night party and apparently Bester tried to drown his sorrows away and, guessing, when that didn’t work, tried to fuck them away.
Joe takes his foot and nudges Bester. “Come on Best. Time to get up.”
Bester is out cold, so Joe kicks Bester, not hard but more than a nudge. “Bester.”
Nothing from him. So Joe kicks him a little more harder. Still nothing orther than Bester rolling over and balling himself up in a fetal position, and inso burying his face in his lady friends breasts. This time Joe winds up like he is going to kick a field goal in the super bowl and he kicks Bester as hard as he can in his pasty white ass! This, this gets a reaction from Bester!
“WHAT THE?” Bester blurts out as he holds his ass and straightens out. Kelloggs’ Bae rolls over with a WTF I’m sleeping here asshole look on her face. She cuddles up with the redhead who drapes her forearm over her forehead to shield her eyes from the morning sun.
“Get up!” Joe barks.
“Stop yelling!” Bester says rubbing his ass cheek with a huge red mark in the shape of the side of Joe's foot.
“If I was yelling, you would know it.”
Bester sits up and that is when it hits him, a all night drinking bender hits him hard and he holds his head with both hands.
“Oh…..what happened.”
“Looks like drank way to much and fucked these two bitches. Get up. Time to go back to work.” Joe commands.
“Hmm no.”
“Yes.”
“I don’t feel good. My head hurts. What is going on.”
“You’re hungover stupid. Get your shit. We’re out of here.”
“What?” Bester says and looks up blinded by the morning sun. “I’m not going with you Mister Jones. I’m still angry with you. You made Miss Baxter leave me.”
“And thank god for that, stupid cunt.”
“Don’t call her that!” Bester shouts and immediately holds his head.
“I’ll call that fucking whore anything I want. Now get up, get dressed, lets go. It’s back to work for you. You’ve got a match next week, time to get training for it.”
“Match? I don’t have a match next week. I don’t think Mr. Welsh likes me anymore.”
“That is true, he is disappointed in you. But after we talked, he’ll book you next week so come on, time to get back in that gym and put this whole Aubrey bullshit behind you.”
“No. I quit. I don’t want to wrestle anymore. Not till I find Miss Baxter again.” Bester says and lays down, shielding his eyes. Joe looks at him and slightly nods.
“Okay.” Joe says and wanders off. Thinking that was that and Bester “won”, he starts to drift off back into nappy nappy land. He quickly falls back asleep.....
Joe returns a couple of moments later. This time with a garden hose in hand.
“Last chance. Get up and for the love of god, put some pants on, you don’t want that thing getting sunburnt, I’m not dealing with you and your throbbing from being burnt penis. Or else.”
Bester puts his hand over his junk cuz that’ll block the rays from the sun. “No! Go away!”
“Fine. Have it your way.” Joe says and squeezes the trigger on the garden nozzle and sprays Bester and his two bunk mates down with cold water. The two girls, they scream, call Joe a asshole and other names as they jump from the air mattress and run away. Bester holds his hand up to block the stream of water and tries to get up himself at the same time, but is sliding about the air mattress as it quickly became a slip and slide.
“STOP!” Bester yells but Joe doesn’t stop. He holds a steady stream of water on him, hosing him down.
“STOP!” Bester yells again.
“GET UP!” Joe demands
“STOP!”
“THEN GET UP!”
“STTTOOOPPPP!”
Bester yells at a really high pitched tone. This does make Joe stop, only because he didn’t believe his ears.
“Was that you just now?”
Bester is shivering, he draws his legs up to his chest and looks so pissed. “I said stop! You don’t listen to me very well.”
“The same could be said about you. I said it’s time to get up and go back to work. So….time to get up.”
“Give me a minute. I’m cold now.”
Joe glances at Bester’s junk and smirks. “Going to have starting calling you the scared little turtle from now on.”
Bester looks up at Joe all confused. “What? Why?”
Joe laughs. “Just get up buddy!” and then squeezes the trigger and gives Bester another shot of cold water with Bester freaking out, but he scrambles to his feet and runs into James’s room…….
