Now consider just for a moment what had happened with Lynn and the rest of the party when somebody yelled cops, (at a gathering where everyone is naked and fucking their brains out). Naked and fucking at a blowout party,
that is one thing
... but when everyone is stoned or drunk,
that's something a bit different!
Also consider the fact there was enough product lying about in plain sight to fill a fucking police evidence locker thrice over.
What was one to do,
panic and run for it?
As fucked up as everyone happened to be it was doubtful anyone could even try it. That Molly bomb dropped by whatever sicko genius chemist (whomever he or she happened to be), had everyone "all haze and euphoria" and not much in the way of formulating a plan... save Zeke and Eddie, those two renta-cops from the concert, (oh and of course Vince the greasy band manager).
This simply wasn't Vince's first rodeo with the law. He'd talked his band out of plenty of legal scrapes before, and sober or stoned he could be quite eloquent when he needed to be. All he required at the moment was quiet and considerably less people in the room.
"EVERYBODY GET IN THE PARTY ROOM," he boomed out, "KILL THE LIGHTS AND GET THAT FUCKING MUSIC OFF!"
Lynn realized she was suddenly being swept off; carried "baby-style' in Bear's tree-trunk arms into the sunken common room of the suite just as the lights came down. The music abruptly shut off and shades closed, plunging everything into shadowy black. Lynn's feet hit the floor somewhere at the bottom of the steps and she found herself presently bathed in darkness, standing stoned and naked amidst a crowd of partiers in the same condition (and each attempting to be quiet), in the central party room.
Suddenly the roaring din of the party that had swept through those two floors of the hotel and traveled from room to broken and debauched room like a wildfire simply vanished. In every room where the party had existed, people now stood in quiet darkness, paranoid and fearful; each not quite sure what to do next upon the arrival of the law. An eerie silence hung over everything with people simply waiting and listening; not unlike a submarine movie Lynn had seen years before.
Now robbed of her sense of sight, Lynn let her other senses take over. Immediately she felt the heat and brush of nude bodies to her left, right, front and rear. She then heard Vince's voice boom out in the dark, calling for Zeke and Eddie, the two rent-a-cops. There was a noisy shuffling in the massed clot of nakedness behind her, and presently Eddie and Zeke pushed and bumped their way through the crowd before climbing the steps to join the band manager in the room beyond.
Despite the danger of her being busted, Lynn was absolutely giddy... slap-happy even, (the molly's effect building and building inside her with every second). She had the same "hopping up and down happy excited" feeling she'd experienced as a child crouching in the dark with her sister, parents, and her other relations as they waited to surprise Nana on her birthday. She also felt it was such good fun playing hide and seek in the dark from cops along with so many people she happened to be so in love with; another effect of the molly, (and building steadily with each tick of the clock).
Out of a detached curiosity she wondered when the cops would arrive at the door. A long time had passed since they'd pulled into the parking lot down below and they'd had more than enough time to make it up the elevator and down the hall to the Presidential Suite. She could just barely make out the voices of Vince and the two rent-a-cops (despite their own chemical-induced haze), formulating a plan; their voices all hushed nervous paranoia. Lynn found it hilarious those three were now everyone's best hope.
Hilarious and pathetic,
she thought... but she was far too "happy" to give a shit... too happy and too full of love and horniess, (as were the people around her in the darkness)!
A hairy arm from some random dude ran up and down her torso from behind, groping and copping a feel on her tits, belly and Venus mound. A moment later she felt lips on her neck, all biting and chewing before moving up to her earlobe, courtesy of the same guy. She backed-up into him (not at all disturbed by the intrusion of her space), and for her troubles she felt his big warm wobbily ding-dong poking her right in the cleft of her buttocks.
More pressed in from the sides. A finger found its way up the cleft between her legs; commencing to fiddle and eagerly penetrate her. Presently she was now aware of a distinctly female form; all soft and smelling of jasmine and hemp as the woman pushed in snuggly from the left. A second later and female nipples gently raked Lynn's flesh followed by the brush of the mystery woman's lips to Lynn's, in what could only have been the tenderest of feminine kisses.
As the gropers and fondlers now seemed to be anywhere and everywhere about her, they melted back into the gloomy darkness just as suddenly; only to be replaced by other arms, hands, lips, breasts and cocks; all intent on getting a nice "feelie" or "pokey" in before moving on to the rest of the naked midnight buffet in the blackness. It was like a random game of nude bumper cars, with each person there for a brief anonymous connection followed by a rebound. Lynn was consumed by the spontaneity of it all, and she sooooo wished someone would flick on the lights, (if only so as to get a better look at those responsible for making her sigh and giggle quietly in the dark).
"QUIET DOWN IN THERE," Vince's boomed from the adjacent room.
Up rose a few snickers and a suppressed snort from the huddled masses grabbing asses but generally folks in the naked throng did their best to comply. Lynn for all her inebriation, made up her mind to be silent as the grave, (albeit a happy giggling grave, if there ever was one). Amidst the gropes, pokes, and licks, she focused her attention on Vince's hushed conversation with Zeke and Eddie, the security cops. It went a little like this,
"Hey remember guys, let me do the talking."
"You? You are too fucked up... I'm straight as an arrow."
"No BULLSHIT, both of you are too stoned to make sense... I can do this, I used to fake out my parents when I'd come home like this. You too just chill and..."
"No, bullshit YERSELF! ... I got this,"
"Hey, you realize we're naked, right? You understand how bad this looks?"
Lynn was about to explode with a blast of laughter at that last remark when she was interrupted by a sudden and rather loud BANG BANG BANG at the door announcing the arrival of the cops. An audible gasp rose from the huddled unclothed masses, (to include a soft terrified mouse-squeak from Lynn). Then came a clear, "One second please," from Vince as he faked the funk, trying to sound confident, casual and sober.
Now new voices rang out in the adjacent room.
"Scuze me errrm gentlemen," the first cop inquired, "but we had a report of a wild party breaking out in the hotel and this room was reportedly the epicenter of the disturbance. Can you shed any light on this? Hey... you guys know you're all naked?"
