.' We entered their motel room she closed the door and walked over to the closed bathroom door and said '...we have company, and he's mighty cute, ev...n if he is a little drunk...' I heard laughter from the other side of the door and could not make out what was being said. The young red boned girl came over to me and pointed to a corner saying '...place the bags their, I think I can find a way to reward you...' As I dropped the bags and turned suddenly she embraced me and kissed me. She was a big chested blond wearing a leather mini skirt and halter top, both showed off her flesh in a way that made her look slutty. A typical looking biker chick. I liked it.Jack waved me over inviting me to join them. I sat on the opposite side of their booth and introduced myself. Nikki was glad to have someone new to talk to and only stopped long enough to let me order. She asked questions, without waiting for an answer. It didn't seem she was interested in answers anyway, only. Dark oil paintings hung on gloomy walls and thick carpets muffled their footsteps. From the main part of the house, loud music began to play and there was the faint sound of breaking glass. Marc pushed open a small door at the end of another corridor and they began to climb up a circular stone staircase. ‘I don’t think we should really—’ Marc shushed her. ‘It’s okay, nobody’ll know we’re here. This part of the house isn’t used any more.’ ‘How come you know about it?’ Rosie was curious despite. "He turned around and looked at the dance floor. It was almost full. Lots of the girls danced with each other because the guys were either getting too drunk or they were too shy. Theoretically they should have been happy to dance with these boys, but they never would, I could see that now."I once tried to touch one of those girl's breasts, and she kicked me in the groin," he said. "They're not like you. It is obvious that you like it as much as I do. And you are so much more beautiful than they.