The stunning blond "Lisa Porter" pulled into the parking area of the small town shit motel called the "Stikkit Inn" named after the local scumlord, "Lyle Stikket". She knew of the place, even stayed there a few times in her younger days. Since marrying Michael Porter her choice of lodging improved immensely. Parking her White Corolla in front of the room given to her by an unknown source she wasn't sure what to expect. It was Monica's cell that called her. She left a message for Michael as to where she was going. Just in case.
Cautiously looking around before locating the room key she unlocks the door and peeks inside. Sure enough there was Monica covered up and snoring. Entering just as cautiously she checked the room out before shutting the door. Opening a curtain enough to get some daylight she eased around the bed and noted the girls matted hair. The odor made Lisa wince and pinch her nose. A return to the window opened them up for fresh air.
Sitting beside Monica she finds the girls cellphone left by the bed. Brock left it there in case Monica needed him. Along with a note.
Lisa read the note saying, "Sorry I couldn't stay. Room is paid for the weekend to give you a chance to get yourself together. I couldn't take you home because of Ryan. Regardless of what you told me. I text your Dad and told him you were staying at a friends. Acted like I was you. He mentioned a Lisa so I called her. She's coming to stay with you. Sounds like a nice girl. Call if you need me....Brock."
Lisa looks in Monica's texts and discovers the truth. Even the text about setting Monica's Dad up with Lisa herself. Reading that text made Lisa shake her head.
"The guy was cute." She snickered and set the cell aside.
Letting Monica sleep some more Lisa stepped out to her car and brought in a small bag of clothing consisting of sweats and t-shirts. Clean towels. Toothbrush and paste. Body wash. Shampoo. Among other needs.
After sitting there an hour scrolling in her own cell Lisa decides to nudge her friend awake.
"Hey Not so Beautiful? Wake it and shake it."
Monica groans and tries to roll over.
"Ohhhhhhh no. You need to get up and tell me what the heck happened."
Realizing the voice finally she rolls back over and stares at Lisa. Disbelief crossed her face.
"Yes. You're not dreaming. What did you do?"
Monica tucks her pillow under her more then sighs.
"Gangbang."
"Wow. Sure smells like one. I brought you stuff to get cleaned up."
"Where's Brock?"
"He brought you to this Motel. He left you a note here. Called me to come babysit you."
"Oh! It's good to see you." Monica pouts.
"Were you hurt?" She eyes the covers imagining what might be hidden.
"No. Just dirty. Lots of hickies."
"May I?" Lisa pinches the covers as Monica releases them.
As Lisa pulls them back to see her entire body Monica rolls over and gives her the complete view.
"Hickies between your butt cheeks even. They worked you over good."
"I loved it." Monica brightens up.
Sighing heavily Lisa nods, "I liked my first one too."
In awe Monica sits up curling her legs under her then winces at the pain all around.
"You've been in a gangbang?"
Lisa smirks, "Two. I told you Michael and I were Swingers."
"Awesome! They used condoms. All of them. Poured cum on me from bowls. At the end they pissed on me."
"I can tell." Lisa offers a repulsed expression.
"Sorry." She presses her lips together, "My ass hole hurts. I've only done anal once before. I got it a lot last night."
"You need to be more careful. Gangbangs can tear you up. My vagina was ripped slightly the second time."
"Ouch. I feel fine overall. Just really, really dirty."
"Why don't I draw you a bath and get you smelling better. I'm here as long as you need me."
"Awwwww! Thank you for coming. I loves my friend Lisa." Monica offers a hug.
"Let's save that for when you smell like cherry blossoms."
"Right."
Lisa gets up and goes into the bathroom and fills the tub with water and bath beads. Once it reaches a decent depth and still hot she steps out, "Your Jacuzzi awaits."
Monica eases out of bed and steps past Lisa. The water was perfect as she slid down the wall into the steaming bath. Lisa returns with a wash rag and body wash. Kneeling beside the tub Lisa wouldn't take no for an answer in bathing the girl herself.
Once the flesh was cleansed well Lisa brought out the shampoos and a ice pitcher she used as a fresh water container in washing Monica's hair.
Relaxing only for a few minutes Monica pulls the stopper on the water and let the dirty stank go down the drain. A secondary shower was needed to cleanse even more.
Once done Lisa held a large towel out for the girl. Cloaking her after a healthy dry Lisa then pulled her into a tight embrace.
"Feel better?" Lisa rubs Monica's back.
"Much. Thanks again."
"Any time."
Lisa leaves Monica to brush her teeth and hair. A hair dryer got things back to normal.
While Monica did her thing Lisa removed the smelly bed sheets and left the top covers. One to put over the mattress the other to cover up with. She removed them from the room entirely.
As Monica exited the bathroom she paced a bit before sitting on the bed and picking up her cell. She read the texts Brock had sent then blushed.
"Oh boy. My Dad replied with something personal. I'm glad it wasn't more."
"I read the texts. Sorry I snooped." Lisa bit her nail.
"It's ok. So you know my Dad wants you now." She giggles.
With a deep breath Lisa replies, "We will see. Michael and I have an open relationship. As long as we stay honest about it. Your Dad is cute. What about your Mom? Does she know he strays?"
"Oh no. She would divorce him in a second."
"I have to ask. What you and your Father did at the Mall. Doesn't that bother you guys? Especially about your Mom not knowing."
Monica fidgets, "Truthfully? I love my Mom but I don't care. I like satisfying my Dad. He fucked me yesterday while My Mom was on the phone with him. We had her on speaker. So erotic."
"So he doesn't care either?"
"No. Well, maybe a little. Not enough though. Obviously not if he wants to sleep with you."
"He knows I'm young and sexy."
"Yes you are." Lisa giggles.
Monica brightens up, "We should have a threesome with Daddy."
"Slow down Beautiful." She ponders, "Okay. But only if you have a threesome with me and Michael."
"Deal!!!!" Monica jumps in her seat then winces.
"Should we have your Father drive out here and care for you?" Lisa felt he should.
"No. Brock told him I was staying with you until after school tomorrow. I don't think I can hide all these hickies so school might be a few days without me."
"A few days? A few weeks. Those won't just go away."
"True. I can use make up on the ones around my throat and chest. My Mom seeing these would be bad."
"You might not have much choice. Your Mom won't let you be away from home too long. If she was like my Mom, three days max."
Sighing heavily Monica just draws her knees up to her chin and stares.
"If you don't want to stay here Michael and I have a couch."
"I can have people come to me here. I just feel badly for Brock's son. Well for Brock too. Ryan doesn't know I went to the gangbang. He doesn't even know his Dad has had me. I just told Brock that Ryan has fucked me for awhile now."
"Wow! You get around Critter."
"Critter? That's cute."
"Pet name. Bad habit. Sorry."
"It's alright. I like it. Beautiful is better though."
Laughing felt healthy.
Lisa finally pats her own knees, "So, what now?"
"I haven't eaten since yesterday. Unless you count cum." Monica cringes.
"Anderson does have a Mom and Pop Diner. Five booths and a counter."
"I don't have any money."
Lisa rolls her eyes, "Big Sis has credit cards."
