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the seat. Throwing his head back, he managed to stretch out his
legs to relax, just as a few girls sauntered into the room. Their giggles were
high pitched, and before he actually looked up at them, he knew they’d
approached his side. His eyes were apparently determined to stay closed until
further notice though.
    “Hey sweetie, you want some
company?” The giggles continued just as the futon indented on both sides of his
body. Two sets of hands immediately took hold of him, one on his shoulders, the
other dangerously close to places they didn’t belong.
    He cringed, sitting up, more
scared that they’d find out about his secret missing leg than anything. “Uh,
no, I’m good by myself,” truth be told, he wanted to get the hell out of this
place before he passed out and didn’t wake up again.
    “Aw, but you’re so cute,” one
girl giggled with a tiny squeak. He finally peeked through his lids, noting
tube tops, denim skirts, and four legs that were as long as his own, or they at
least looked that way. He swallowed—he was hurting like a bitch—but he
was a guy too; a guy who hadn’t had this much attention from girls in months.
    He sat up, attempting to keep
his temperature down before his body decided to stir up some serious–ass
trouble. “So, you from around here?” He turned to face Blondie number one
first. She was a Barbie to a T, but she was too plastic for his taste as well.
Too much makeup, too much red shit on her lips.
    “Yeah, I grew up in
Hillsdale,” he cleared his throat, lowering his elbows to his knees. They let
go briefly, but like Siamese twins, they moved in on him in unison, matching
his position once more.
    “Well, we are just in town
visiting, and we were looking for some corn–fed boys to treat us both to a good
time,” he looked towards number two, feeling suddenly pissed at himself for not
feeling a damn thing towards either of them. He was a dude, and here were two
gorgeous girls who were practically throwing themselves at him. Why the hell did he not give a shit? Did his dick get cut off after the accident too?
His eyes widened at that thought. Yeah, he knew from experience that hadn’t
happened, but still, it almost felt that way as he sat there between their
tight little bodies.
    “God, you poor thing…you’re
missing a leg? What happened?” he turned, his face reddening in shock as he
faced the girl on his left, the girl who currently had her foot up his pant leg
and onto his fake leg.
    He groaned and shut his eyes
as the other girl leaned forward to obviously take a better look herself. Fuck,
this wasn’t happening! “Oh honey, we can make you feel better. We can make you
forget, too.” Righty blonde smiled seductively at him, winking.
    He shook his head, wincing as
the pain radiated down his neck from his head. Holy hell, he was going to die
of either embarrassment or a migraine tonight. “Tell us what happened, won’t
you?” He couldn’t decipher who was talking at that point, nor could he decipher
whose hand was currently making its way up his inner thigh. Hell, was it both
of their hands? The room spun so bad that he could no longer see straight. And
was he imagining the sensation of fingertips on his zipper too?
    He pressed both of his knuckles
into his forehead, biting his lip as they leaned in—both of them—pressing their
sticky lips against his neck. Fuck his life. Fuck this! He was experiencing a
walking wet dream in the making, and all he could think about was how in the
hell he was going to get them off of him and ease the torture in his head!
    “Tell me what your name is,
sexy?” One leaned in further to ask. He shook his head, groaning in response.
They giggled in unison, obviously thinking he was enjoying their little ploy.
    He glanced upwards, blinking
lights flashed in front of his eyes. His heart leapt into his throat, his
stomach churned with the remnants of his dinner. Then a vision appeared before
him in the door. Hell, maybe he was