Dirk and Maxwell climb onto their scooter and roll out of the stone parking lot and into the street. "You sure you're good to drive?" Dirk asks Maxwell. "Better than you." replies Max. Dirk agrees. The crew zips down the abandoned streets and back towards their house a few miles south. Maxwell decides to zig and zag through the small town on the way back to the house. Max is actually gaining on the more cautious Adolph which they can now see up ahead of them. As Dirk and Max cruise the main drag of this tiny town, Dirk looks over his shoulder and notices a pair of ladies riding right next to them. In his best drunken Spanish, he tells the ladies that there is a party at his place and they should come along. They agree and the four of them zoom out of town to their abode. Adolph and Clint are already inside as Dirk and Maxwell park their bike outside the gate. Their two new friends pull in right next to them. Dirk and Maxwell remove their helmets and open the gate to the yard when they notice another set of lights come beaming down the stony driveway. "Friends of yours?" Dirk asks. Yeah the two ladies reply. Dirk and Maxwell shrug. The more the merrier they assume.
As the they reach the threshold to the house another set of lights comes down the driveway. Oh shit. Things are getting serious. Dirk and Max walk into the kitchen. Clint looks pumped to see that Max and Dirk brought ladies home. Adolph looks fucking angry. Clint breaks out some booze and offers the ladies a drink when the second set of women comes through the door. Clint's smile gets bigger. Adolph's scowl gets deeper. There are now four ladies in the kitchen with Dirk, Max and Clint. Adolph, in his infinite undrunk wisdom, starts to manage the impending crisis. Four random Mexicans roll into a house containing thousands of dollars of camera equipment, laptops and gaming systems. Adolph knows this is a recipe for disaster. He knows if he doesn't do something, his three friends are going to wake up in the morning and be like "What the fuck happened to all of our stuff". Adolph begins stashing all the expensive shit he can find, while the other seven ass hats drink in the kitchen. And just when Adolph couldn't be more annoyed with his friends, the third set of ladies, strolls through the door. Clint decides it is officially a party now. Maxwell wonders where all these fucking Mexican girls are coming from. Dirk is fucking drunk and decides it is too hot in the house for clothes and Adolph goes into sentinel mode.
Adolph has all of the expensive shit locked away and plops down for security detail on the couch. He is going to keep his eyes peeled on these interlopers as best he can. Everyone starts doing shots in the kitchen. Clint starts giving the ladies a tour of the house and grounds. Dirk jumps naked into the pool. Maxwell is wondering what the fuck just happened. The nine of them reunite in the kitchen, while Adolph watches on with his hawkish eyes from the couch. Apparently shots just weren't enough for some of these ladies and the fifth girl that arrived grabs the bottle of Cuervo and starts chugging. Clint makes as many moves as he can on the ladies but isn't sensing anyone that might be DTF. Maxwell, has had just about enough of this madness and Dirk is dripping wet and naked standing around the kitchen island. His vacant expression conveys that he has maxed out on his drinking for the day and most likely has no ability to use any of his motor skills. It is during this lull in the evening (3am) that Clint decides to liven things up with a very blunt question. He raises his left index finger points to Dirk and yells, "Who wants to give this guy a blow job?" He follows this question up with a huge smile.
He looks around inquisitively. Smiles a little more. Raises his eyebrows as he gazes at each girl as if to say "You? Her?" Clint realizes that maybe blowjob is lost in translation, so he gives the universal symbol for a bj. He makes and O with his hands, grabs the imaginary phallus opens his mouth as if he is singing in the choir and shoves that imaginary dong back and forth between his lips. Half of the girls snicker and contemplate the situation. One of them thinks the whole situation is a bit sketchy. Her and Adolph are two peas in a pod. Another girl already has a man and doesn't need strange white dong. And one of them has the fastest hands you have ever seen. She would be a pro at out-buzzing anyone on Jeopardy. She has the Mexican high score for Whac-a-Mole. And she raised her hands before any of the previous women could even form the thoughts in their heads that were described above. If Clint's smile could wrap around his head, it would have. "Go get em tiger!"
Our fast handed temptress is about as Mayan as they come. She standing tall at maybe four and a half feet. She is probably almost as round as she is tall. Like most Mayans, despite being chubby little munchkins, they lack any sizeable breasts. They are in essence the exact opposite of the Western view of attractiveness. This eager, fast handed lil bowling ball, spreads a grin that almost rivals Clint's and walks the barely conscious, soaking wet, completely naked, Dirk into the front bedroom.
To be concluded ...