I should have put this in front of Chapter 1, but put it aside to do other, hopefully more important things. Anyway, I got the idea for this tale from a newspaper article sometime in 2005 or 2006. Then I took it to the next level, not knowing exactly where it would end up.
Along the way I had to come up with a means of extracting a suitable revenge for Sue Ann for the prank Pruett pulled. She would nail him for having sex with an underage girl. Only it didn't turn out that way. The girl in question, in fact all the girls coming into question are eighteen or older. I wouldn't have it any other way. I've tried to add some humor to the story, and wouldn't mind hearing from you one way or the other. Come on along, enjoy the ride. PW
Chapter 3
Girl's On Spring Break
It was about two-thirty in the morning. Pruett and Tony, much to their surprise, had not passed out from drinking too much beer. In fact, they had actually cut down on the number of beers consumed, and as a consequence they found themselves tooling along Ocean Boulevard looking for just the right place to allow opportunity to knock on their van door once more.
Spring Break week was filled with all-night parties, girls dancing naked on their hotel balconies, flashing any and all the guys passing by. In return they got wolf whistles, and the thrill of seeing the guys grab themselves, or occasionally exposing themselves in return. At the very least, one of the guys would always moon the girls, hoping the girls would return the favor.
"We need 'a get us a tri-pod, hold the camera," Tony said, out of the blue.
"Or maybe someone else to use the camera while we fuck," Pruett offered.
"You think the Clink could do it?" Tony asked.
"Naw, his hands shake too much, Tony, you know that."
"Right, right," Tony said in agreement, "Who then?"
"I'm thinking on it, Tony."
Pruett heard the noise of the party before Tony did and shot him a side-ways glance.
"Hear that?"
"I do," Tony replied. Find a parking space if you can."
"I'll find one," Pruett giggled, "Did'ja see them tits up on that balcony? I'll find a space if I hafta knock a fence down, and park on someone's lawn."
Luck was with him, and he managed to find a wedge of a space just short of the balcony the girls were frolicking on. Instead of parallel parking, Pruett pulled into the narrow space head-on, with the rear end of the van sticking out into traffic.
"We'll be fine as long as the cops didn't happen along," Pruett said smugly.
"Well all right, then," Tony said. They just passed us by before you decided to park kamikaze style."
Pruett said, "That means we got us ten, fifteen minutes to do our thing."
"We really need more time than that," Tony said, scoping out the balcony. "That thing's gonna collapse if any more bodies start jumping up and down on it. Look, see how it's shakin'?"
"Um," Pruett said, pensively. "Something's up."
"What?" Tony asked, "I can't see as good as you from here."
"Let's get our asses out of the van. Grab some of them t-shirts, Tony," Pruett said, as he climbed out of the Girls Gone Wild van.
While one of the girls was flashing her nice sized tits at them, and Tony busied himself zooming in on her with the video camera; a short, fat bald-headed man, stepped gingerly out onto the balcony, and began shouting at the girls and waving his arms.
Seconds later, it was apparent to the guys that the man was evicting the girls from the hotel.
"Um, I'll move the van," Tony said as he shut the camera off. "I'll just double park. If the cops roll by, I can move it easily before they give us a ticket. I'll just drive around the block. Meantime, you keep them girls there. Sweet talk 'em, or something. Just don't give all the damn t-shirts away."
Pruett leaned against a palm tree, a Girls Gone Wild t-shirt held out so that anyone could clearly see the words embossed on it. A minute went by before the first of what turned out to be six, pretty good-looking college girls, trudged out of the hotel, each lugging an over-sized duffle bag.
All six wore bikinis. Now at a quarter to three in the morning, six girls in bikinis tend to affect a man's brain. Pruett stood there like a man in the desert, rubbing his eyes like seeing a mirage.
"Hey, Caitlin," a busty brunette called out to her friend in a lime green bikini. "Check it out; it's the Girls Gone Wild crew."
"No shit! I mean, no kiddin'"
"Hi guy's," Caitlin called out in a friendly voice.
"Good mornin' ladies," Tony replied, getting out of the van from the driver's side, and moving next to Pruett, giving him a not so subtle elbow to the ribs.
"Uh, yeah," Pruett groaned, "Mornin'," as Tony joined him, leaving the van parked at the hotel's entrance.
"We just got thrown out of our hotel," the busty brunette told him, as the other four girls trudged out of the hotel's entrance. "Are you really with Girls Gone Wild?"
"We are," Pruett acknowledged, and waved the t-shirt at her.
"Well, guys, this is Caitlin," the busty brunette, and spokesperson told them. "I'm Gail." She turned back toward the others, and said, "And, left to right are Mimi, Cassandra, Deidre, and Leea. We all go to Ohio State, and we're here for spring break. Well that's obvious isn't it?"
Pruett and Tony nodded appreciatively to each of the girls in turn. Pruett found himself staring at Deidre, a slim brunette with what had to be 40 DD's precariously encased in her halter top.
"Is it true what they say girl's got to do to get one of those?" Caitlin asked, bending forward without bending her knees to study the t-shirt.
This provided Pruett and Tony with a clear view of her cleavage, right to the nipples, and broke Pruett's concentration on Deidre. They would learn that the girls tended to do this if they started too long at one of them.
"Can you guys give us a ride to another hotel?" Gail asked, noting the direction, and hunger in Pruett's staring eyes.
"Um, we'd love to, but I'm afraid every room is already booked up for at least the weekend," Tony told them, making sure he conveyed a sad look in his eyes.
"Damn," I was afraid of that," Caitlin said, and adjusted her pear-shaped tits in her top. There was nothing to adjust; really, she was just trying to entice one, or both of the two men standing before her. It just came naturally to her, as did men in general.
"Well ..." Tony said, and all six girls turned their attention to him, as if he were their savior. "If you don't mind a cramped apartment ...."
"Beggar's can't be choosers," said the girl with dirty blonde hair. Tony recalled her name was Cassandra.