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surrounded by well dressed, great smelling women. Mick was old enough to smell the hunger, but had never acted on it because he didn’t know how, and thought it might be his imagination anyway. Something about the hotel seemed to make the women especially hot. Maybe it was the flowers. A few seemed hungry enough, but there was a big difference between hungry and starving.  
    The elevator dinged and the doors parted. The woman on the other side was starving.  
    They stared at one another for several seconds, as the rest of the passengers spilled from the box. Mick said, “Are you getting off, ma’am?” She stuttered, shook her head, and said, “don’t call me ma’am. I’ve barely earned my miss, and I think I’ll be getting off in a minute,” and stepped back in the elevator. “And you?”
    Mick stepped inside the elevator, confused, only part of him realizing what was happening. “I’m going up,” he said.
    “What floor?” she asked.  
    Mick didn’t know. He fumbled for the keycard in his jacket so he could double check. She said, “Unless you’re on the eleventh floor, you’re gonna get the answer wrong.”  
    The elevator dinged and the doors parted. Mick followed the stranger down the corridor, then all the way to #1147. “In there,” she said, opening the door and pointing to an unmade bed. “Hurry, I have to check out soon.”
    Mick barely knew what was happening when it started happening at his waist. She unbuckled his belt as she dropped to her knees. His cock was already hard, of course, so she slapped it across her face and purred like a kitten.  
    The woman he’d met just a minute before was bobbing up and down on his dick, taking him from hard to throbbing, before she stood up, pulled down her skirt, peeled her panties to the ankle and growled, “Fuck ME!”
    Mick couldn't believe it, but was happy to do the impossible. She bent over the bed and he shoved himself inside her, rocking back and forth in a shockingly, sloshy pussy with the speed of a machine gun, until he fired every one of his bullets so hard inside her, Mick half expected them to fly from her throat and glop on the wall.  
    As unbelievable as the hotel tryst had been, so many similar exchanges had happened since that day, Mick couldn’t count them all without pen and paper.  
    He wasn’t late because of pussy this morning. Mick had simply overslept. But it had been two weeks since he’d had sex. He was used to several times a week. The sudden drought, along with the memory of the woman in the hotel, but a throb in Mick’s dick as he rushed inside Granthem Towers, and bolted toward the elevators.  
    He quickly sized up the duo of girls approaching from the elevator hall, thinking about fucking one in the ass while the other took it in the cunt. He smiled, imagining that he was spraying their faces as they knelt in front of him, right as he passed them.  
    Mick signed in at the guard desk, tapping his feet behind a cute delivery girl. She was wearing pigtails, which he always thought were incredibly hot. She had tiny tits and a round ass that made her out of proportion, but she had lips that looked like they knew how to take most of what he had would definitely do.  
    The delivery girl finished at the guard’s desk and Mick stepped up, signed in, nodded at the guard, Fred, then ran toward the elevators just as a young woman who looked around 20 was rushing from the elevator towards him. He couldn't help but stare at the thin gossamer of her short skirt, flying as she ran. He didn’t see the collision coming until it was too late. He tried to dodge, but she was coming too fast.  
    Exactly one man, one woman, and one handbag spilled to the floor.  
    One of them had the scent of sex all over her body.  
    Mick stood, helped the young woman to her feet, then returned to his knee and started gathering the spillage from her handbag. He looked up, then went from semi-flaccid to raging cock in seconds.  
    As if the