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G-Girl is.
    Leper’s banging on people’s doors, either looking for her room or just a place to hide out—I don’t know. Randomly, one of the doors is Jenna Jameson’s, who is staying with Tito Ortiz, and Jenna’s saying, “I don’t know you. I can’t help you,” because it’s three or four in the morning and she’s trying to sleep.
    About an hour before sunrise, Alien is knocking on my door and crying hysterically, saying, “I don’t feel safe. I need help.”
    Crying. Drunk and exhausted.
    She says, “Please let me stay here. I can’t find Kelli.”
    While I’m deliberating, Duane says to me, “Dude, if you let her stay here, at least we’ll know where she is and we can get her on the plane tomorrow.”
    So I let Alien into the suite. She stops crying and follows me into my bedroom, trembling and wiping the mascara out of her eyes. I try not to look at her because she’s such a goddamn wreck. Not even close to that girl I’ve seen in pictures that men obsess over, and the urine smell is even worse than before. Gag-inducing.
    Alien gets into the bed and starts grabbing my cock, and I’m so burnt-out that this time I don’t put up much of a resistance. She puts my cock in her mouth, sucking and jacking me off, pushing her tongue piercing into the cluster of nerves on the underside.
    I relent, saying, “I’m not going to fuck you but I’ll put it in your ass,” because I’m thinking that if I blow my load, she’ll leave me the fuck alone and go to sleep.
    She says, “No, you’re not doing that,” pinning me to the bed, and then I push her off and pin her. Now Alien thinks I’m playing into her sexual-aggressive bullshit again, but this is just me trying to control her, the situation.
    I say, “I don’t have a condom.”
    She says, “Fine, you can put it in my ass,” then Alien starts giving me head again. Spitting and slobbering all over me. She works on me until I’m hard and dripping her saliva, rolling onto all fours and sticking her assout with that trashy butterfly tattoo on the right cheek. My cock slides in, slides in way too easily like she does this all the time, and I’m thinking, Please don’t catch a DRD 11 , dude…please don’t catch a DRD.
    I fuck her, breathing through my mouth as much as I can because a shit smell is comingling with urine and booze and smoke, and Alien’s moaning. She’s pushing her asshole against me, and my eyes turn upward to the ceiling so I don’t have to see my cock or the shit coming out of her, but the smell is so intense that I can taste shit and spray-tan on my tongue. I fuck her harder. Harder. Fuck her, and when I come the orgasm is so weak I barely feel it, but now there’s cum all over her back and the spray-tan looks like watercolors.
    In the bathroom, I’m wiping my cock off on one of the hotel towels, and there’s a brownish-orange muck coming off of it that makes me gag. I take a deep breath. Collect myself. I wash my dick off in the sink and towel off again. Get back into bed.
    I ask Alien, “Can I please go to sleep now?”
    Her face turns, angry perhaps, and she says, “No, that’s not fair. You didn’t make me come. You have to eat my pussy.”
    And I’m like, “That wasn’t part of the deal.”
    I pretend to pass out, but Alien moves to sit on my face, putting her cunt on my lips. It’s rotten. It’s got little pieces of shit on it from when I fucked her in the ass, but she’s pushing it on me, on my skin, telling me to make her come. I’m holding my breath—not breathing, twisting my face away into the pillow, but then my guts clench like a fist and my throat wants to burst. Wants an exit. The shit and fish and urine are choking the air, and I throw Alien off and run back to the bathroom where I piss and throw up at the same time. Vomit everywhere.
    I wash out my mouth and wait.
    Wait for Alien to go to sleep.

    When I wake up Alien’s gone.
    She’s not here, but I can smell urine, and I want this to be a dream