"We got five stars," Molly said. Her words were followed by a long low moan.
"Hmmp," Mark replied. The dessert assignment had gone very well from his perspective although he hadn't quite expected the evening to end up like this. Getting five stars for a cooking challenge in this program was almost impossible, but they had done it.
Molly tilted the bottle of brandy and took another long drink. She wobbled from side to side while continuing to moan. It was very hard to sit still. There were two reasons for this. First, the room kept spinning around. Second, there was all of the activity between her legs. She touched her nose and said, "My nose is numb."
"Hmmph," Mark said.
"At least the rest of me isn't." A shiver ran through her body. Looking down between her legs, Molly said, "You do that really well."
"Hmm," Mark said.
"Ohh! That must have been number six," Molly said trying to catch her breath. Her body's reaction overtook what little control she had left. The bottle of brandy rolled across the floor spilling the golden contents in a wet line from where she sat.
"Umph," Mark said.
"Where did you learn to do that?" Molly asked while her eyes rolled back in her head. When he didn't answer, she looked down between her legs and said, "I guess it is kind of hard to talk with your mouth full."
Ellen walked into the kitchen and took one look at what was happening. Covering her mouth with one hand, she exclaimed, "What are you doing?"
"I'm celebrating our dessert masterpieces," Molly answered. The last few words came out of her mouth slurred and sounded a lot more like 'dethert mather plaseth.'
"You're naked," Ellen said.
Molly pointed behind her and said, "Of course I am. I'm riding that monster next."
"You're slurring your words," Ellen said staring at the cock that was being pointed at by the very inebriated woman. It was a monster and was pointing back at the equally nude woman.
"I've got a tongue up my twat," Molly said and then giggled. She swayed and said, "That's a nice word. Twat. It just kind of rolls off the tongue ... Speaking of which..."
Mark reached up to touch the breasts above him. She swatted his hands and said, "I told you that you could look but not touch."
Ellen stared at Molly wondering what had happened to the woman she had known. She asked, "What are you doing?"
"I discovered I was a Rupub ... Repub ... licken," Molly answered. She fell over to her side and went out like a light.
"Oh my God," Ellen said.
Finally having a chance to sit up, Mark looked over at Ellen and said, "I think I could use some help getting her to her room."
"Uh, yeah," Ellen said staring at Molly.
Molly let loose with a long low moan which was immediately followed by a grimace. She stared at the cup of coffee and asked, "What was I thinking?"
"As far as I can tell, you weren't thinking at all," Ellen answered. She had spent half of the night in the bathroom watching Molly make offerings to the porcelain goddess. Between offerings, Molly had spent half the time praising Mark and half the time cursing him.
Ellen's voice cut through Molly's head like a knife through butter. She clasped her hands over her ears and said, "Don't talk so loud."
"Sorry," Ellen said lowering her voice a little.
"Ouch," Molly said.
Ellen slid the bottle of pills across the table and said, "I couldn't find any aspirin. I hope Midal is okay."
Molly fiddled with the bottle for a second and then said, "I can't get it open."
Shaking her head, Ellen said, "Let me open it for you."
"I'm never cooking with Brandy again," Molly said with a low moan.
"Guess what the theme ingredient is for today," Ellen said. She removed the cap on the bottle of pills and dumped two pills into the palm of her hand. After a quick glance at Molly, she dumped two more out.
Molly grabbed the four pills and chased them down with a swallow of lukewarm coffee. She said, "I hope that it isn't Brandy."
"Earthworms."
"What?" Molly asked in a screech. She nearly crawled under the table in response to the pain inflicted by her own voice. The idea of cooking worms nearly sent her to the bathroom.
"I'm just kidding. The theme ingredient is fish," Ellen said.
Holding her head between her hands, Molly said, "I'm going to die."
"What do you remember of last night?" Ellen asked.
Molly said, "Enough."
"So are you a Republican?" Ellen asked.
"I didn't really say that aloud, did I?" Molly asked. She had a dim memory of forcing Mark to the ground while announcing to him that she was going to try being a Republican for a change.
"Right before you passed out," Ellen answered.
Molly stared at her cup of coffee for a minute. Red faced, she asked, "What was I doing?"
"You don't remember?" Ellen asked. She would have been very surprised if Molly remembered that exchange.
"I'm not sure," Molly said when memories of the previous evening started returning. She couldn't believe that she had been so aggressive.
"You were riding his face like he was a washing machine," Ellen said.
"A washing machine?" Molly asked.
"You've never done that?" Ellen asked surprised by Molly's blank look.
"Done what?"
"Ride a washing machine during the spin cycle," Ellen answered. Molly's expression didn't change in light of the explanation. "I guess not."
"You do that?" Molly asked.
Ellen shrugged her shoulders and replied, "Don't knock it until you've tried it."
"Don't knock what until you've tried it?" Victoria asked while entering the room. She noticed Molly grimace and recognized the signs of a hangover.
"A washing machine," Ellen answered.
"My roommate used to wax poetic about the pleasures of washing clothes. She couldn't wait for the spin cycle to start," Victoria said. She poured a cup of coffee and looked at the cups in front of the two women. Noticing that they were empty, she held up the pot and asked, "Want a refill?"
"Please," Molly answered. She stared into her cup wondering when it had become empty.
"You look like hell," Victoria said while pouring coffee.
"She had too much Brandy in the kitchen with Mark," Ellen said.
Victoria grimaced and asked, "How many times did you come?"
"Who said I had sex with him?" Molly asked defensively.
"You were drunk and in the kitchen with an O'Toole. Need I say more?"
"No," Molly said.
"She was riding his face like it was a washing machine right before she passed out," Ellen volunteered.
"Would you quit talking about that?" Molly asked.
"Ah," Victoria said. "Being in the kitchen with an O'Toole is hard on virtue."
"Yes," Molly said. She discovered that even blushing while suffering from a hangover was painful.
"I helped Mark get her to her room," Ellen said.
"What happened then?" Victoria asked.
"She spent the night with her head in the toilet," Ellen answered.
"One of those kinds of nights," Victoria said. She sighed and said, "My first time with Chuck was a lot like that."
"I'm not that kind of woman," Molly said feeling depressed. More of the details of the previous night were returning. She couldn't even blame Mark for her behavior since she had been the aggressor. There was just something about cooking, conversation, Brandy, and winning that had punched all of the right buttons.
Victoria said, "I bet you initiated it."
"I don't want to talk about it," Molly said.
"He'll get you addicted to it. A little cooking, a little conversation, and a few sips of alcohol and your sexual engine lights up. Before you know it, you get wet going into the kitchen with him," Victoria said.
"I don't want to talk about it," Molly said.
"Good morning," Mark said slipping into the communal kitchen.
"Uhmm," Molly said covering her ears.
"Feeling a little hung over?" Mark asked in a softer voice. There was real concern in his voice.
"She is," Ellen answered.
"Did you give her a little hair of the dog that bit her?" Mark asked looking at Ellen and then at Victoria.
"No," Ellen answered.
Mark went over to the pantry and rummaged through it for a second. He emerged after a minute holding a bottle of Brandy. He went over to the table and poured a little into Molly's cup. He said, "Drink your coffee. You'll feel better soon."
"I don't want to drink," Molly said.
"He's right. You'll feel better if you drink your coffee," Victoria said.
After pouring a cup of coffee, Mark said, "We're partners again and need to go shopping for ingredients this morning. I can't wait to get in the kitchen."
"We don't have a menu," Ellen said. They had started to discuss it while washing the dishes, but the discussion had been cut short by their extracurricular activities.
"I put one together last night," Mark answered while taking a seat at the table. He winked at her and said, "You weren't in shape to help much."
"Thanks, I think," Molly said. She would have been angry that he had put together the menu without her input, but her head hurt too much to argue. All she really wanted was to return to bed.
"If we get to the market early enough, we could be back in time for you to get a nap before we need to start cooking," Mark said. Every morning they had to visit the markets to get the ingredients for their assignment. Selecting the best available ingredients was part of what they were to learn.
"If we have to get an early start, then we should leave soon."
Mark said, "I can't wait to be married to you."
"I'm not going to marry you," Molly said.
"Five Stars!" Molly screamed out. The pair had earned a five star rating that night and that had led to a little bit of celebrating. The celebrating had led to a little more vigorous of an activity.
Mark grunted. There was something under him that was digging into his back. The trashcan had overturned when she had tackled him. He had fallen onto the contents of the trashcan. The constant irritation was ruining the moment.
"You're so big!"
He didn't know or much care at the moment. Molly was an animal. Mark reached under his back and pulled out a fish head. He looked at it and tossed it away. Who knew what else was on the floor under him? He muttered, "We're going to have to name our restaurant the Fish Head."
"Oh God!" Molly said rocking back and forth on Mark. Her eyes had rolled back in her head and she was oblivious to what he was saying.
Mark grunted thinking that she was going to tear off a particularly favored part of his anatomy. He sat up a little and latched onto her nipple. She screamed. It wasn't a little scream, but a full scream from deep in her lungs.
The noises of feet entering the kitchen filled the air. Oblivious, the couple continued with their activities. Chef Rupert took one look at the situation and said, "Peter, would you go to the store and buy a dozen of the large bottles of lemon juice? They are going to have to bathe in it to get rid of the fish smell."
"I'll go in a minute," Peter said absently.
Caught up in another orgasm, Molly screamed, "I never want this to end!"
"That's disgusting," one of the other students said looking at the mess on the kitchen floor.
"I wouldn't say that. It looks like they are having fun," Ellen said.
"I was talking about the floor."
Ellen looked around at the garbage strewn around on the floor and then said, "You're right, that is a little disgusting."
Watching the frantic activity in the center of the kitchen, Chef Rupert said, "We should probably leave the kitchen and give them a little privacy."
"I want to watch."
"Me too. I've never seen anything like this."
"I want some woman to do that to me."
"Jesus, he's hung. Next time I Jill off with a salami, I'll be thinking of him."
Turning to look at the woman who had spoken, Peter asked, "Salami?"
"Hey, I like them big. A salami is bigger than a cucumber."
Peter said, "I'm never introducing any of you to my wife."
Victoria sighed and said, "I really miss Chuck."
Mark screamed when Molly bit down on his nipple. Ellen said, "She's a bit of an animal."
"We should probably get out of here," Chef Rupert said. This time everyone followed him out of the room.
"I can't believe that you watched us," Molly said. Her body glowed bright red from the embarrassment. She had not known anyone had been in the kitchen until Ellen had mentioned it a few minutes ago.
"I couldn't help it. The two of you were hot," Ellen replied.
"Who else was there?" Molly asked. She wanted to crawl under the table and hide from view.
"Everyone," Ellen answered.
"Oh my God," Molly said.
"You really rode him hard," Victoria said. She sighed and said, "I remember doing that with Chuck. God, he was big."
"You sound like you miss him," Ellen said.
"No I don't. There's just something magical about being in the kitchen with an O'Toole," Victoria replied.
"Satan's spell," Molly said staring into her coffee.
"I'm not going to argue with you on that," Victoria said. She sighed and said, "I really need a good time in the kitchen."
"Try Peter," Ellen suggested.
Peter said, "Ha ha, very funny. I heard that Lucinda was looking for you last night."
Ellen shivered and said, "Don't even joke about that."
"Why?" Peter asked.
"O'Tooles don't fight fair," Ellen said.
"Neither does my wife," Peter said.