Sunday Morning Interlude

I just woke up. I'm laying in bed at the hotel, and did a quick, groggy, glance around the room. The hotel's cheap, black, waste basket is next to the bed, filled with 15 or so condoms and two empty bottles of lube. There are stained towels scattered everywhere, discarded remnants of the last two days of sex. It's almost 0900. I have to check out by 1300, I got an extension, and I have 3 more guys to bang before that.

Fuck, I'm hungry.

Time for breakfast! Can anyone say Broadway Grill?

~Mike

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