The Pre-Hilton

The Pre - Hilton



After Mt. Washington… totally freaking everyone out, fucking on the empty incline car on the way back, plus limo fare to the hotel and tip, and a hundred bucks to the doorman of the Hilton because I puked on his faux Armani black on black suit because we did to much coke in the limo, which was cool because my hookup gave me double of what I paid because I was in a limo with this “crazy muthafuckin’ biatch”, as he so elegelanty put it. Nat even gave him the crack as a nice gesture, at which point my dude said thanks, but no thanks because the dope wasn’t even real.
“It’s cool bro… No worries man…”, he says, “What up wit da limo nigga? What da occasion?”
“Picked her up at her place, went to a shitty bar in Pittsburgh where she rubbed my thigh at the bar while playing the adult version trivia on the Megatouch machine and I was totally hard, then she had to go to the bathroom and when she came back she had a little bit of coke under her nose but I didn’t say anything. Mt. Washington where we rode the incline up and blew some coke, smoked a joint at the look out when I looked into her eyes and saw… ’… I thought about licking his teeth instead, they were really cool teeth. I thought I was going to fall down the hill, but instead fell to the ground and started laughing my ass off. This old couple walked by, they looked at us like we were nuts which made me laugh even more. He climbed on top on me as I laid on the ground. I unzipped his pants and put my cold hand on his hot cock, it was just the right size. People were walking by, staring more. Fuck them. His breath tasted like beer, cigarettes and gum. It turned me on. I wanted to have him inside of me but was distracted by the lights of the city illuminating on the river. It looked like the city was actually in the water.’ “….railed her on the incline back down. Then we got to the casino, made out in the parking garage, fucked her in the bathroom. Shot Jack. Drank beer. Did coke. Slit a niggers throat. Won five grand off a fucking Dean Martin slot machine, and can you even believe that? Fucking Dean Martin, man! I’m buying all his records now… And that‘s the fucking occasion…”, and I turn and see Nat snorting three lines of coke and I decide that we need to get the fuck out of here. “Later bro…”, I say and the limo pulls off.
Took the limo to Nakama on Carson where we ate sushi, drank sake, sucked face, made fun of people, and talked about edamame. Took the limo further down Carson and drank Coors Light at Casey’s and Nat danced with a midget on the bar while I did coke in the bathroom with a guy named Max who was from New Jersey. South Plainfield, New Jersey. He told me the coke was good, bought a gram from me, did half of it with me, invited me to a party at… of all places, the Hilton. Decided to meet up there later. Found Nat making out with the midget, but found it highly erotic, invited midget back to Hilton, he accepted. At the Town Tavern Nat and I did coke in the bathroom, fucked while guys pounded on the door, then did coke with all three of those guys as a peace offering. They bought us beer and shots, we invited them to Bruce’s party, played more Megatouch, she told me I had a great cock, I told her I love how she gets Chuck, we made out, we left. Smoked a joint with the limo driver. Snorted coke with the limo driver. Got to drive the limo while limo driver did shots of Crown with Nat. Went to Blush. Watched Nat have an orgasm while she grinded on a stripper. Did shots with Natasha. Did shots with Mercedes. Snorted coke with both Natasha and Mercedes. Nat and I made out on the stage during Sex Type Thing and we both found it very ironic and familiar. I told her she was sexy. She told me she loves my hair. We kiss. Passionately… We finally got the fucking Hilton…