Are You Supposed to Fight or Fuck Your Inner Demons?

"No," she replied, trying to keep the scowl from her face. "So let's hurry to it, hm?" she insisted, standing up.

"Alright, babe," he said, slapping her ass. "Do either of you have a car? I rode my motorcycle here."

"I can give you a ride," Reese said to Amy, who smiled nervously.

"Sounds great," she replied.

"Where are we headed, then?" Reese asked.

"Motel's about ten minutes from here. I'll meet you guys there?" He asked, winking.

"Yep," Reese replied, and he turned to Amy. "You coming?"

She nodded, but she didn't want to.

-x-

Miguel tossed off his wifebeater and jacket, smiling at his two companions for the night.

"So. Who's up for foreplay?"

Amy sat on the bed and removed her boots and jacket. She tossed them aside, looking to Miguel. He was hot, but she still wasn't digging this. How had she gotten into this mess, again?

Meanwhile, Reese stripped down to his jeans. He had a broad chest with a lot of scars on it. Even so, his body was more attractive than his face.

Miguel walked right up to Amy and kissed her on the lips, slowly at first. He groped her breasts and ass, gently pressing her against the bed.

Amy had to be honest, she wasn't expecting Miguel to be gentle. She was also unused to the feeling of having her breasts groped. It was not unpleasant, and the longer it went on for, the more she found she was enjoying it.

After a few minutes, he waved Reese over.

"Come on, I want you, too," he teased.

Reese looked awkward, though he seemed like the kind of guy who perhaps always looked awkward.

"What should I...?"

He chuckled, and pulled Reese onto the bed.

"You should relax, first of all." He ran his hands over him the same way he would with a woman, groping his chest. He kissed him on the lips, at first hesitantly, then passionately.

"See?" he said, smiling. "Not bad at all."

Reese smiled somewhat dreamily. It had been some time since he'd been with a man, and he'd never slept with someone like Miguel.

Amy wondered if she could sneak off while the two faggots were getting it on. She sneakily reached for her coat and boots.

But Miguel grabbed her and unzipped her pants.

"You seem nervous. Are you okay? I can promise I'll be gentle."

"I'm not nervous," she insisted, despite the fact that she was obviously nervous. "I'm fine, thank you very much." She eyed Reese as he pulled the rest of his clothes off.

He kissed her on the shoulder.

"How about we take a shower, then? You can relax and get more comfortable." He unzipped her jeans and began to pull them off.

She frowned as she realized she wasn't wearing any underwear. It hadn't occurred to her to put any on.

"If that'll make you feel better," she remarked snidely.

"We can always fuck you right here, right now," he teased, "But I don't think you'd like it--you're too tense."

She shrugged, pouting.

"I'd be fine, you big oaf," Amy replied, suddenly feeling much more like a woman what with her bitchiness.

"Really?" he asked, kissing her stomach. "Then why not?

"Reese, right? Help me pleasure her."

She squirmed.

"Hurry up, I'm getting bored," she insisted, stretching out on the bed. She smiled at Reese, who lifted up her shirt. Her bra was lacy and cute, and hooked in the front.

Miguel unhooked her bra and quickly began to rub her nipples with his fingers, planting kisses all over her breasts.