Chapter 12 : A Night Of Misfortunes
[Will Benedict really go down with a slosh of Vodka? Also, kinky readers have their 69 questions answered. *wink* And witness more hot threesome (foursome?) action! But, is all of it consensual?]
"I don't feel so well," whispered Benedict frantically to Clara. He had a queasy feeling in the pit of his stomach, and he didn't know why. Maybe the food at the Moonway Ball wasn't as clean as he thought it was.
Clara, who was drinking her umpteenth cocktail turned to him briefly and said, "Don't worry Ben... just lie down for a second. Or go ask Goldie for a glass of water."
"I think it was the first glass of water she gave me that caused this!"
Nevertheless, he stumbled and swayed all the way to the open bar. Most people didn't notice anything different about his walking, although they had to agree that it was sexier than usual. Goldie was no longer there, but talking animatedly in a corner with the Airco group. No one was manning the open bar, so Benedict stumbled among the bottles of delicious looking liquids. Water.... water... he mumbled to himself.
A bottle of oily looking clear liquid swirled temptingly in a bottle. This must be it he thought, unwisely. He unscrewed the bottlecap and took a mouthful before it hit him that water rarely came in glass bottles labelled 'Absolut'. The liquid burned down his throat, and then the room started to swim before him. He collapsed on the carpeted floor with a thud, eyes glazing over.
"What was that noise?" yelled Princess Kimchi, who was slowly sampling her Johnnie Walker.
"I think it was Ben..." replied Wison, who had finally deemed it to cold, and had slipped on a pair of shorts.
"Ben? BEN!!!!" A distraught Clara ran to the bar and slapped Benedict back to consciousness. "Erk... although I did imagine you on top of me at the end of our prom date, I didn't imagine you would be slapping me."
"He said something pervy - that means he's alright, right?" yelled Clara.
"Help him to the bathroom... once he's puked, he should be ok," answered Dianne.
Clara helped Benedict to his feet, and he made his way to the unit's bathroom. Unfortunately for him, Igene was already there puking her guts out.
"Mention to ANYONE that I can't handle my alcohol and I'll castrate you!"
Frightened, he decided to go to the bathroom in the lobby instead of tempting a future without any offspring. Clara wanted to accompany him, but Benedict insisted that he would be ok. He reckoned that it would be a huge turn off for Clara to see her date bent over the ceramic throne.
"Goodbye Ben!" yelled Thingy. "Lock the door after you leave, and take the keys with you."
Ben left hurriedly, pocketing the keys and making a dash for the toilet. Just before he left, Clara whispered to him, "Hurry back ok? We'll have our 'quiet time' together when you get back. I'll arrange everything."
Ben couldn't wait to clear everything from his stomach and then have fun with Clara all night long. He grinned wickedly. Hyperactivity was settling in to him.
Back in the room, Clara tried her best to clear out one bedroom for her and Benedict's personal use. It was bloody tough to haul semi-drunk people out, but seeing as there was a prom recap thing going on in the hall, it was easy to persuade the drunkards to join in the conversation outside. Once the room was clear, she cleaned the bed, and aired the sheets (and the room - some of those people really drank too much). Then, she busied herself freshening up. "You are going to make that boy very, very lucky," she told her reflection in the mirror. "Oh yes you are."
Outside, everyone was busy reminiscing about the Moonway Ball... Loo Thingy complained about bumping into Fat Cat, and having to take photos with him. She released a death warrant for Agent Wombat, who was supposed to sing If You're Not The One at the prom. Most importantly, he was the one who was supposed to protect Thingy from Fat Cat. However, her troubles seemed miniscule once she found out that Maria was being VIDEOTAPED by Fat Cat. Everyone drank to Maria's patience, and her amazing threshold for boredom. Goldie was dead pleased because she finally got her slow dance "for her final year". Not just one, but TWO dances, one with her porn supplier, and the other with Wison the Bison. Of course, dancing with a naked guy is tricky, but Wison's bison fur (hair? coat?) was shaggy enough to cover all private bits (to everyone's relief). They drank to that as well. Princess Kimchi confessed that she had been obsessed with a certain guy named Floppy. And she got to take some pictures with him. Everyone took a vodka shot as a tribute to Kimchi. Dianne Brah said that the band playing today was suitable for dancing, and that she got to chat up a few of guys from different bands playing today. For every guy that Dianne chatted up, they took a JD and coke. Soon, everyone was drunk or passed out, with the exception of Dianne. But then again, it was doubtful that Dianne could get drunk, even if she drank 3 bottles of Chivas by herself.
Downstairs, Benedict was keeled over, thanking God that the janitors did a good job of keeping the toiletbowls clean and sparkling. If the toiletbowl had had weird brown stuff around the edges, he would rather vomit over himself than to stick his head anywhere near it. After he was done (which took darn long, because he had to wash his face, do a simple facial - he really thanked his mom at times like these and to spray perfume everywhere - ESPECIALLY behind the knees), he stumbled out of the bathroom. Damn, I still don't feel that good the thought as he massaged throbbing temples and clutched at his empty stomach.
Once he reached the elevator, he sat down on the carpeted floor and stared at the numbered buttons at the side of the lift. He stared up and wondered what his room number was. He kept drawing blanks. Of course! I have my room key with me! How stupid can I get? he thought as he reached into his pants for the key. He held it up to him... 66 it was. He heaved himself up, and pressed the button labelled "6". It lighted up and he waited impatiently for the lift to reach its destination.
The key and the lock argued with each other, but just before Benedict yelled for his friends to open the door for him, he realised that the door wasn't locked at all. He was surprised, as he was definitely sure that he had locked it on the way out. Oh well, probably someone else had unlocked it, or maybe he was too drunk. It hurt his head to think about such minute details.
Before he had even taken a few steps, he heard a feminine voice coo out, "I've been waiting for you allllll night. You sure took your time coming here."
Ben didn't know that Clara could make her voice so high and childish. He quickly ran towards the bedroom (the door was open), kicking off his shoes and socks along the way. Once he entered the room however, he saw that it was definitely NOT Clara. And there was definitely SOMETHING wrong - what happened to all the other people? He didn't believe that all the inebriated fools would be able to find their way to the carpark to go home.
The girls lying supposedly seductively across the bedspreads was none other than Ar Lian and Ar Huey. Their eyes flew open when they saw him.
"You look different from the card we got," said Ar Lian suspiciously.
"Dummy, that's Benedict, our classmate," chastised Ar Huey. Turning towards Ben, she said, "I didn't know you were in the same business as Edward. Why couldn't he come?"
"I don't know where he is either. I just heard that he's working somewhere tonight. What happened to everyone in the room? Did they go back or something?"
"What you mean? Has always been the two of us... I guess the other hotel guests did go back... if you mean they checked out..." replied Ar Huey. Inside, she was thinking, Geez, and I booked Edward for a 3 hour session too... damn!
Benedict got slightly pissed. How could they all pack up and check out from the hotel room so fast? And Clara? It was cruel for her to give him high hopes and then leave him hanging. Suddenly, he felt very tired, and he sat on the bed and laid back. The two scantily clad girls looked at each other in puzzlement.
"So..." said Ar Lian, all business-like. "Are your rates the same as Edward? I mean, since you're a virgin, right?"
"How did you know I was a virgin? And what rates?" said Ben.
"Ben... it's obvious. I think everyone in class knows that." The two girls tittered endlessly. Once they had ceased laughing, Ar Lian turned serious again and said, "Yeah, so what are the going rates for virgins?"
Thinking that Ar Lian and Ar Huey meant the room rates, he said, "Well, I think rates should be the same as everyone, whether they are virgins or otherwise."
"That is sooooo selfish Benedict. I mean, it should be CHEAPER. But I guess we won't complain since you ARE cute. I bet Joanne would be SOooOooo jealous when she finds out. Did you know? She was so depressed tonight because you couldn't come, and then she got kicked out? Well, I hope you will be able to cum with me and Ar Huey."
"I will not even PRETEND to know what you're talking about. Go away... I'm obviously in the wrong room... I'll go down." Benedict stood up. Instantly Ar Lian and Ar Huey squealed with delight! "Oh sis, he's going down on us! Do you want to go first or shall I? How about you give him a blowjob while he does me?"
Before he knew it, Ar Huey was reaching out for his pants zipper while Ar Lian laid back, settling herself down among the pillows. "Let me go, you psychos!!!"
Just when Ar Huey had managed to undo his zipper, Edward Khoo burst into the room with a jolly, "Sorry I was late ladies, but man, it sure was hard trying to handle Pooyakasha. She had a bad day today, so it was difficult to put her mind somewhere else. But I got her to cum in the end, so I got my usual RM1,200 fee..." He stopped in his tracks when he saw Benedict standing there, his shirt untucked, his pants zip down.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?" he bellowed.
"Edward? I thought you were working elsewhere and you sent him as a replacement..." said Ar Lian.
"Is that the load of bull that he fed you? I would NEVER do such a thing. I would NEVER expect customers who have booked appointments with me to get lower quality service from other guys." Facing Benedict, a lightbulb went over Edward's head. "I know it all now. You saw my card the other day - when you were with Zohra. AND YOU COPIED ME. I'm gonna kick your ass now... and then I'm gonna drag you to Clara and tell her everything that has happened!"
With that announcement, Edward started throwing Benedict around, with Benedict protesting whenever he could catch his breath.
"I do NOT..." *winds up slamming against the wall*
*pics himself up* "WANT to steal your business!!" *gets whirled in the air*
"I didn't even KNOW.." *slammed onto the bed* "you were a..." *looks up in horror to see Edward launch himself into the air, headed towards him* "gigolo!!" *rolls away in time*
It was only when Ar Lian and Ar Huey insisted Edward get down to business instead of wasting time on Benedict did Edward stop picking him up and throwing him into all corners of the room. "One last thing... I'll have to tell Clara that you tried to steal my business. That you're cheating on her," said Edward virtuously.
"You needn't bother."
Edward and Benedict looked up simultaneously. Clara was standing there with tears in her eyes. "I saw and heard everything."
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What will Clara do to Benedict? Will Ar Lian and Ar Huey tell Joanne that Ben is in the Business? Things are taking a turn for the worse!
"I don't feel so well," whispered Benedict frantically to Clara. He had a queasy feeling in the pit of his stomach, and he didn't know why. Maybe the food at the Moonway Ball wasn't as clean as he thought it was.
Clara, who was drinking her umpteenth cocktail turned to him briefly and said, "Don't worry Ben... just lie down for a second. Or go ask Goldie for a glass of water."
"I think it was the first glass of water she gave me that caused this!"
Nevertheless, he stumbled and swayed all the way to the open bar. Most people didn't notice anything different about his walking, although they had to agree that it was sexier than usual. Goldie was no longer there, but talking animatedly in a corner with the Airco group. No one was manning the open bar, so Benedict stumbled among the bottles of delicious looking liquids. Water.... water... he mumbled to himself.
A bottle of oily looking clear liquid swirled temptingly in a bottle. This must be it he thought, unwisely. He unscrewed the bottlecap and took a mouthful before it hit him that water rarely came in glass bottles labelled 'Absolut'. The liquid burned down his throat, and then the room started to swim before him. He collapsed on the carpeted floor with a thud, eyes glazing over.
"What was that noise?" yelled Princess Kimchi, who was slowly sampling her Johnnie Walker.
"I think it was Ben..." replied Wison, who had finally deemed it to cold, and had slipped on a pair of shorts.
"Ben? BEN!!!!" A distraught Clara ran to the bar and slapped Benedict back to consciousness. "Erk... although I did imagine you on top of me at the end of our prom date, I didn't imagine you would be slapping me."
"He said something pervy - that means he's alright, right?" yelled Clara.
"Help him to the bathroom... once he's puked, he should be ok," answered Dianne.
Clara helped Benedict to his feet, and he made his way to the unit's bathroom. Unfortunately for him, Igene was already there puking her guts out.
"Mention to ANYONE that I can't handle my alcohol and I'll castrate you!"
Frightened, he decided to go to the bathroom in the lobby instead of tempting a future without any offspring. Clara wanted to accompany him, but Benedict insisted that he would be ok. He reckoned that it would be a huge turn off for Clara to see her date bent over the ceramic throne.
"Goodbye Ben!" yelled Thingy. "Lock the door after you leave, and take the keys with you."
Ben left hurriedly, pocketing the keys and making a dash for the toilet. Just before he left, Clara whispered to him, "Hurry back ok? We'll have our 'quiet time' together when you get back. I'll arrange everything."
Ben couldn't wait to clear everything from his stomach and then have fun with Clara all night long. He grinned wickedly. Hyperactivity was settling in to him.
Back in the room, Clara tried her best to clear out one bedroom for her and Benedict's personal use. It was bloody tough to haul semi-drunk people out, but seeing as there was a prom recap thing going on in the hall, it was easy to persuade the drunkards to join in the conversation outside. Once the room was clear, she cleaned the bed, and aired the sheets (and the room - some of those people really drank too much). Then, she busied herself freshening up. "You are going to make that boy very, very lucky," she told her reflection in the mirror. "Oh yes you are."
Outside, everyone was busy reminiscing about the Moonway Ball... Loo Thingy complained about bumping into Fat Cat, and having to take photos with him. She released a death warrant for Agent Wombat, who was supposed to sing If You're Not The One at the prom. Most importantly, he was the one who was supposed to protect Thingy from Fat Cat. However, her troubles seemed miniscule once she found out that Maria was being VIDEOTAPED by Fat Cat. Everyone drank to Maria's patience, and her amazing threshold for boredom. Goldie was dead pleased because she finally got her slow dance "for her final year". Not just one, but TWO dances, one with her porn supplier, and the other with Wison the Bison. Of course, dancing with a naked guy is tricky, but Wison's bison fur (hair? coat?) was shaggy enough to cover all private bits (to everyone's relief). They drank to that as well. Princess Kimchi confessed that she had been obsessed with a certain guy named Floppy. And she got to take some pictures with him. Everyone took a vodka shot as a tribute to Kimchi. Dianne Brah said that the band playing today was suitable for dancing, and that she got to chat up a few of guys from different bands playing today. For every guy that Dianne chatted up, they took a JD and coke. Soon, everyone was drunk or passed out, with the exception of Dianne. But then again, it was doubtful that Dianne could get drunk, even if she drank 3 bottles of Chivas by herself.
Downstairs, Benedict was keeled over, thanking God that the janitors did a good job of keeping the toiletbowls clean and sparkling. If the toiletbowl had had weird brown stuff around the edges, he would rather vomit over himself than to stick his head anywhere near it. After he was done (which took darn long, because he had to wash his face, do a simple facial - he really thanked his mom at times like these and to spray perfume everywhere - ESPECIALLY behind the knees), he stumbled out of the bathroom. Damn, I still don't feel that good the thought as he massaged throbbing temples and clutched at his empty stomach.
Once he reached the elevator, he sat down on the carpeted floor and stared at the numbered buttons at the side of the lift. He stared up and wondered what his room number was. He kept drawing blanks. Of course! I have my room key with me! How stupid can I get? he thought as he reached into his pants for the key. He held it up to him... 66 it was. He heaved himself up, and pressed the button labelled "6". It lighted up and he waited impatiently for the lift to reach its destination.
The key and the lock argued with each other, but just before Benedict yelled for his friends to open the door for him, he realised that the door wasn't locked at all. He was surprised, as he was definitely sure that he had locked it on the way out. Oh well, probably someone else had unlocked it, or maybe he was too drunk. It hurt his head to think about such minute details.
Before he had even taken a few steps, he heard a feminine voice coo out, "I've been waiting for you allllll night. You sure took your time coming here."
Ben didn't know that Clara could make her voice so high and childish. He quickly ran towards the bedroom (the door was open), kicking off his shoes and socks along the way. Once he entered the room however, he saw that it was definitely NOT Clara. And there was definitely SOMETHING wrong - what happened to all the other people? He didn't believe that all the inebriated fools would be able to find their way to the carpark to go home.
The girls lying supposedly seductively across the bedspreads was none other than Ar Lian and Ar Huey. Their eyes flew open when they saw him.
"You look different from the card we got," said Ar Lian suspiciously.
"Dummy, that's Benedict, our classmate," chastised Ar Huey. Turning towards Ben, she said, "I didn't know you were in the same business as Edward. Why couldn't he come?"
"I don't know where he is either. I just heard that he's working somewhere tonight. What happened to everyone in the room? Did they go back or something?"
"What you mean? Has always been the two of us... I guess the other hotel guests did go back... if you mean they checked out..." replied Ar Huey. Inside, she was thinking, Geez, and I booked Edward for a 3 hour session too... damn!
Benedict got slightly pissed. How could they all pack up and check out from the hotel room so fast? And Clara? It was cruel for her to give him high hopes and then leave him hanging. Suddenly, he felt very tired, and he sat on the bed and laid back. The two scantily clad girls looked at each other in puzzlement.
"So..." said Ar Lian, all business-like. "Are your rates the same as Edward? I mean, since you're a virgin, right?"
"How did you know I was a virgin? And what rates?" said Ben.
"Ben... it's obvious. I think everyone in class knows that." The two girls tittered endlessly. Once they had ceased laughing, Ar Lian turned serious again and said, "Yeah, so what are the going rates for virgins?"
Thinking that Ar Lian and Ar Huey meant the room rates, he said, "Well, I think rates should be the same as everyone, whether they are virgins or otherwise."
"That is sooooo selfish Benedict. I mean, it should be CHEAPER. But I guess we won't complain since you ARE cute. I bet Joanne would be SOooOooo jealous when she finds out. Did you know? She was so depressed tonight because you couldn't come, and then she got kicked out? Well, I hope you will be able to cum with me and Ar Huey."
"I will not even PRETEND to know what you're talking about. Go away... I'm obviously in the wrong room... I'll go down." Benedict stood up. Instantly Ar Lian and Ar Huey squealed with delight! "Oh sis, he's going down on us! Do you want to go first or shall I? How about you give him a blowjob while he does me?"
Before he knew it, Ar Huey was reaching out for his pants zipper while Ar Lian laid back, settling herself down among the pillows. "Let me go, you psychos!!!"
Just when Ar Huey had managed to undo his zipper, Edward Khoo burst into the room with a jolly, "Sorry I was late ladies, but man, it sure was hard trying to handle Pooyakasha. She had a bad day today, so it was difficult to put her mind somewhere else. But I got her to cum in the end, so I got my usual RM1,200 fee..." He stopped in his tracks when he saw Benedict standing there, his shirt untucked, his pants zip down.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?" he bellowed.
"Edward? I thought you were working elsewhere and you sent him as a replacement..." said Ar Lian.
"Is that the load of bull that he fed you? I would NEVER do such a thing. I would NEVER expect customers who have booked appointments with me to get lower quality service from other guys." Facing Benedict, a lightbulb went over Edward's head. "I know it all now. You saw my card the other day - when you were with Zohra. AND YOU COPIED ME. I'm gonna kick your ass now... and then I'm gonna drag you to Clara and tell her everything that has happened!"
With that announcement, Edward started throwing Benedict around, with Benedict protesting whenever he could catch his breath.
"I do NOT..." *winds up slamming against the wall*
*pics himself up* "WANT to steal your business!!" *gets whirled in the air*
"I didn't even KNOW.." *slammed onto the bed* "you were a..." *looks up in horror to see Edward launch himself into the air, headed towards him* "gigolo!!" *rolls away in time*
It was only when Ar Lian and Ar Huey insisted Edward get down to business instead of wasting time on Benedict did Edward stop picking him up and throwing him into all corners of the room. "One last thing... I'll have to tell Clara that you tried to steal my business. That you're cheating on her," said Edward virtuously.
"You needn't bother."
Edward and Benedict looked up simultaneously. Clara was standing there with tears in her eyes. "I saw and heard everything."
* * * * * *
What will Clara do to Benedict? Will Ar Lian and Ar Huey tell Joanne that Ben is in the Business? Things are taking a turn for the worse!