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Rocket sways side to side, holding a bottle of the finest liquor his money can buy in one hand, with a girl’s hand in the other. He holds onto her for balance as they both stumble down a long, bland hallway. He pulls a rectangular plastic card from his pocket as they approach a door at the end of the hallway and jumps to put it into a slot extruding from the door. He misses the first time due to bad aim and horrible timing. The second time he misses due to the massive amounts of liquid poison inside of his bloodstream.
The girl giggles to herself as she watches Rocket struggle with such a simple task of unlocking a door.
Rocket turns at the sound of her quiet laughs, “Ya wanna try fer’ ya’self?” Rocket falls onto the wall behind him before he can finish the sentence.
His date bends to grab the key from Rocket’s hand, but loses her balance and walks quickly, while bent over, to the door, where she slams her shoulder against the metal barrier. He smears herself against the cold sheet to get her legs straight. She attempts to put the keycard into the lock, but fails her first time. She laughs as her hand grazes the slot, sliding her hand away from the mechanism. “Shit.” She mumbles as Rocket prepares a victory speech. She attempts once more, sliding it directly into the slot, turning the, previously red, LED green.
Rocket rolls his eyes, losing his balance as his eyes struggle to get back into their previous positron. He falls onto the floor hard, making a big thud as he slams into the floor.
His date giggles at Rocket’s stupidity, stumbling to Rocket quickly. “Are you okay?” She asks
“Huh? Yeah, I’m good. I’m… I’m fine!” Rocket slurs
Rockets date bends towards the ground, just above Rocket. She slides her hands underneath Rockets’ back. Rockets’ body goes limp, allowing her to pick the light raccoons’ body up easily. His hand stays firmly grasped to the neck of the bottle of liquor. As his date walks into the room, she leans sideways occasionally, hitting Rocket’s head every time against the walls.
Rocket laughs every time and takes another drink from his bottle.
They get to the big, queen sized bed, which is neatly made with a couple of mints placed onto the pillows that sit at the headrest. Rockets’ body is thrown onto the soft sheets, flopping every time his body hits the mattress.
His date crawls onto the sheets, hovering herself over Rocket. “Mmm, you wanna get into something that better suits you?” She asks
“Oh, yeah.” Rocket crawls from under his date and stands on the sheets. He starts to take his armor off, leaving the skin tight spandex which surrounds most of his body. He pulls his arms through the holes in which they were previously in, and starts to pull down. His fur continuously fluffs out from under the restraints. He gets to his waist and pulls harder than before, releasing his six inch meat from its enclosure. It flops down, hanging freely after being kept inside all day.
Rockets’ date eyes open wide at the exposure.
“You like?” Rocket takes one last drink from his bottle, finishing the liquid in one big gulp. He throws the bottle onto the floor next to the bed; shattering it into pieces.
Rockets’ date pulls her face closer to his massive meat. She places the head into her mouth and slides her nose to Rockets’ crotch fur, smelling his scent that had been cooped inside of the spandex all day.
Rocket groans as his date swallows Rockets cock. His body shudders from the ecstasy he feels. She pulls out, allowing the massive penis to flop out of her mouth. It hangs freely once more, soft and moist.
“You- you’re not hard?” She asks
“Uh- no- yeah- it’s nothing.” Rocket grabs the base of his cock and pulls it from side to side, creating a wave with his meat. His head sways quickly, spraying some of the saliva that was previously smeared onto it over the bed sheets.
“Wha- what’s wrong?” She asks
“I- I’ll be right back!” Rocket hastily says as he jumps from the bed. His feet land directly into the broken glass. Rockets body crouches from the pain of needles being forced into his feet thousands of times at once. “Shit!” He cries.
He runs around the bed and out of the door, glass stabbing his feet. He closes the door behind him and leans his back against the closed doorway. He sighs loudly and hits his head against the door, making a loud thud.
“tha’ hell was that?” He asks himself
He looks down at his cock, which is hanging limp and oozing with pre from the tip. Rocket’s head picks up quickly and looks at his surroundings. The hallways are clear, thankfully. He turns and starts to slam his fists against the door, yelling, “Karren? Karren, open up!” But he receives no response.
Karren, his date, lies limp on the bed. Asleep.
“Shit!” He tells himself. He turns to see a young woman standing with a cart of cleaning equipment just 100 feet away from him, staring. Rockets face turns into an angry stare back. He notices she’s not looking at his eyes, but somewhere lower. “Any help?” He asks
She shakes her head as she snaps back into reality. She quickly walks towards Rocket, shaking her hands from adrenaline as she tries to get a keycard from her pocket. Rocket watches as she attempts to insert the key into the lock, but misses continuously as her hands vibrate. After a few attempts, she manages to get it into the mechanism, which turns the locks light green again. She pulls the doorknob down and pushes the door open just to crack it. She looks down at Rocket, who is staring back at her, and asks, “Anything else?”
“Yeah, can you… take care of that for me?” He points down.
“Sir, I cannot!” She steps back after a pause of looking at Rockets floppy cock.
“No,” Rocket mumbles quietly, “clean it up?” He asks again
“Oh, um, sir, I don’t know if I’m allow-“
“Just grab a towel and act like your cleaning what I dropped on the floor.”
She looks at the floor just below his cock, which is dark from pre oozing out of his penis. She quickly grabs a towel and gets onto her knees. The towel wraps around the circumference of Rockets cock, and she pulls down. Rocket shivers at the touch of such an abrasive material on his sensitive skin, moaning a little. His head tips back as she pulls to clean his skin.
Once she gets to the tip, Rocket looks at his member again, only to see it’s still flaccid. Even from the touch of a complete stranger in a public area.
“Oh, um… thanks. I guess.” Rocket quickly rushes into his room and closes the door behind him.
Rocket walks around the corner to find Karren asleep on the bed.
“Damn. Spent four hundred Units on her for this?” He grabs his clothes and starts to put them on as he walks back to the door.
He walks to the elevator as he buckles his shoulder plates together, finishing the job of putting on his armor. When he gets into the elevator, he presses the button to go to the main floor, and leans against the wall behind him. Just before the doors close, a hand stops the doors from finishing the job. They open again, allowing Rocket to see the cleaning lady that “cleaned him off” pushing the cart into the small room.
They both look at each other awkwardly, trying to find something to say to the other.
“So, um, sorry about earlier. I was just trying to test a theory I had.” Rocket rubs the back of his head.
“No, I, uh, just please, don’t tell anyone that happened. I could lose my jo-“
“No, yeah. I wasn’t even thinking about that. But, thanks. For being so cool about it. Not the… uh, handjob thing.”
The cleaning lady’s’ eyes widen at the word Rocket just muttered. The doors open at the base floor, opening the way to a lobby full of people.