****** Hotel Fire by Senquio ******
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Hotel Fire

My ex-girlfriend had always been a really sick fuck. I loved her and all but
she was really off the wall. I never knew how much though until that one night.
the night of August 14th. We caught a punk rock show at a local club. The band
shall remain nameless but it was an off-shoot of a well-known now broken up
punk band.

Anyway when the band played their last song an anthem I'm sure everyone has
heard. My girl jumps on stage, rips off her panties and skirt, jumps up on the
bass player's amp showing the entire club her hairy pussy. She even let the
bass player eat her out while doing a solo which of course wasn't a part of the
song. This didn't bother me much.

I knew it would probably end up in some incredible orgy of band members and
girlfriends like we had done several times before with the likes of Reel Big
Fish, Suicidal Tendencies, Lunachicks, L7, and others. I am straight so would
stick to the groupies or girlfriends of the band members. Watching my girl
getting gang-raped by 4 guys in Suicidal Tendencies or munching carpet with L7
never bothered me. She wasn't bothered by the fact of me jizzing all over the
face of one of the Lunachicks or ass-fucking the guy from Reel Big Fish's
girlfriend til she bled. This was normal for us. Sick but normal. I just got
way off track, back to August 14th.

After the band finished with the extended bass solo he took my girl behind the
stack and righteously fucked her. Me and a few punk rockers gathered and
watched. The club owner didn't much care but after the show ordered all the
watchers, concert-goers, and drunks out. However the club staff, band, road
crew and my girl and I, were allowed to stay. The guitar player came over to me
and said "Man, your girl is a real find."

"That she is," I replied "Your girl looks like quite a hottie. Mind coming back
to our place for a little swap?" I asked.

"Sure why not, we're off tour now we were going to drive back to NY, but we
could postpone that a few hours". Just then the guitar player's girl came over
and informed him that she had made reservations at a hotel a few blocks from
the club. She hadn't yet known what the plan was. The guitar player told his
girl the plan and she gave me the room number of the hotel. They obviously were
not amateurs. They said to give them about an hour and a half to get to the
room, they had to load equipment into the van.

We decided to go back to the car maybe get a bite to eat, or a few drinks at an
after hours bar or something. My girl said "I'm Hungry". We went to the sub
shop up the street but the clerk inside informed us they were closed. My girl
wouldn't hear of it though. She walked away quietly and went to the car. She
pulled her revolver out from under the seat. I was a little shocked cause I
didn't know she had it on her. She usually tells me when she brings her gun.
She walked back over to Sub shop and shot off the lock, the kid behind the
counter looked like he was pissing his pants. She walked in and shot him in the
shoulder. "Make me a fucking sandwich now!!!" she ordered. The kid with amazing
resilience rose to his feet and got bread and stammered "W-w-w-hat kind would
you l-l-like ma'am?"

"The Grinder, fuckhead, two, make it snappy" she ordered.

He was like her push-button boy. I had some respect for him, bleeding and all,
making his assailant and her companion and sandwich, not even complaining or
even wincing from pain. He handed us two Grinders in record time, then for no
reason, my girl aimed right between his eyes and fired.

Why I don't know. We sat in the restaurant, ate, and even helped ourselves to
as much drink, chips, and everything else. After she finished the first half of
her sandwich she said, "This is kinda bland, could you masturbate on this for
me?" She put her sandwich on the edge of the table and I stuck my dick in the
sandwich. It was slightly greasy which worked perfectly to get me going. I came
profusely in the sandwich getting lots on the table. With a finger she sopped
it up and licked it clean. Shit like this amazes normal people but not me. Even
though now I am learning normality this was my normality.

We killed the remaining time til we were to meet our new friends at the hotel.
We knocked on the door and the guitar player answered stark naked. "Glad you
could make it" he said inviting us in. His girl was on the bed stark naked. I
went over to her and started eating her out. Then she made me lie down and sat
on my face, to continue this was so her boyfriend could fuck her ass at the
same time. My girl joined in by sucking on my dick.

After I had brought her to two earth shattering orgasms, I exploded all over my
girlfriend's face. The girl who I had finished pleasuring licked the cum off my
girlfriend's face me and the guitar player just sat there with smiles on our
faces watch them fall into the throes of passion. Then he did something strange
he went into a gym bag and pulled out a huge fucking knife.

I don't know knives well but I think this was a machete. It looked like it was
well taken care of and extremely sharp.

He went up behind his girlfriend in mid orgasm and slit her throat. Blood went
everywhere all over my girlfriend and the bed.

It was a bloodfest, my girlfriend stood up covered in blood and he slit her
throat too. I was in total shock having just witnessed a double murder and my
girlfriend not being the killer but the dead victim. She always seemed so
indestructible but now she was lying dead a few feet from me.

He went over to his dead girlfriend and started fucking her wound. He looked
over at me and said "Go ahead, I made you one too," motioning with his arm
toward my dead girlfriend. I thought, well, she was always into freaky shit,
she'd probably want me to. Anyway I fucked her wound and when I came the cum
shot out of her nose, kinda groovy.

After that the guitar player said, "Ok now comes the real freaky part."

I said in near disbelief, "Fucking our dead girlfriends wasn't freaky enough?"

"No sir, I devised this in Europe, it's fun watch closely."

He took his knife and cut my girlfriend's body in a weird way, kinda like
outlining her or something, really fuckin weird. This sick fuck made my now ex-
girlfriend an amateur. Then he peeled her skin off and put it inside out. He
then repeated this weird process again with his deceased girlfriend. "Now ok
watch and learn." He turned his girlfriend's skin inside out like he had done
with mine and stepped inside of it then he turned over, he was fucking his dead
girlfriend and wearing her. As fucked up as this was I was positive we already
bought ourselves a 1 way ticket to the big house. So I said "What the fuck?" If
I'm going to jail I might as well go for doing something all out.

I stepped into my girlfriend's skin and fucked her. It was really weird but it
was an exquisite feeling. I didn't care when I came all over the floor so what
more evidence. When I finished I lay there for a minute and I heard a splashing
sound in the bathroom. I exited my girlfriend and saw the guitar player pouring
gasoline all over the place.

I asked "What the hell are you doing now?"

He said "Dude we just killed two people, committed necrophilia, as well as
something else they haven't even bothered naming yet, you know where we'll end
up if we don't torch this place??"

I answered "Butt Brothers in Cell Block B."

"Bingo!" he replied. "But aren't they going to figure out they were dead before
they were burned?"

"Not if the bodies are burned beyond belief chances are they'll be
unidentifiable and if so it will look blatant that they were burned to death.

After that we put our girls back in their skin in the shower together and lit a
match. Then he soaked the hardwood floor around the bathroom and the entire
room within minutes the flaming shower fell to a room below engulfing it in
flames, plus we dropped another match in the room, and calmly took the stairs
down.

As we exited the building we noticed 4 of the 8 floors in flames, we knew the
building would soon collapse because it was 4 middle floors that were burning
and it wouldn't be able to support itself. He offered taking me back to New
York and making me a partner, I refused. I mean I could never sleep with that
sick fuck in the room. I thought arrest was impending but months have passed
without as much as an interrogation. The headline read "Beach Hotel burned to
the ground in a suspected arson." Under it read "7 people killed in fire," no
mention of anything out of the ordinary. Guess I'm lucky I'm still a free man.
I guess there was no reason the bodies were probably incinerated, and any
evidence along with it. However I look forward to hanging out, when they come
back I'm sure it will be a blast or an inferno :)

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