Disclaimer: this imagine is NOT MINE. Credit to the original author, Chantal. I got this from Donatella's Head.

Rating: R

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"Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light...my head grew heavy and my sight grew dim, I had to stop for the night..."~~The Eagles

He's a drifter. Tired, hungry, but determined to find exactly where he belongs. He wore a dusty black cowboy hat, hiding the mess of brown curls atop of his head. His tattered, black leather jacket, faded jeans, and cowboy boots finished the ensemble. He carried a blue duffel bag containing all that he owned. Until recently, he owned a motorcycle, but had to sell it for some cash in his pocket. He took a deep breath and removed his hat. It was getting late, and he had to find somewhere to rest until morning.

He walked a few miles until he saw a sign which read: "Hotel, this way." --Good-- he thought. He picked up his pace and walked until he saw a pink colored hotel with a flashing sign:

HOTEL CALIFORNIA -VACANCY.

He threw his duffel bag over his shoulder and walked up the steps.

"Hello, and welcome." a man greeted.

"Hey, umm....I need a place to sleep tonight." The man smiled and led him inside.

"What's your name?" he asked in a slightly southern drawl.

"Why?"

"I need to know who I'm checking into my hotel, that's why," he answered directly.

"Dolenz, Micky Dolenz." he lowered his duffel bag from his shoulder. "And you?"

"Michael Nesmith. You can call me Mike." Micky slightly smiled, tapping his foot impatiently waiting to go to his room. "Someone after you?" Mike asked, his eyes roaming Micky from head to toe.

"No. Why do you ask?"

"Your jaw is flexing. Sign of nervousness or anger."

"I'm neither." he answered defiantly. Mike raised his eyebrow and continued walking.

"This is the lobby. I'll sign you in and you can go on your merry way."

"Thanks."

Mike filled in the guestbook, gave the pen to Micky, and asked him to sign his name. He gave him the key to his room, #21. "I'm sure you'll like your accommodations, Mr. Dolenz."

"Thanks." Micky picked up his bag and left in search of his room.

Mike picked up the phone. "This is Admiral Mike. I need a bottle of champagne, clean towels, fresh and I mean, fresh strawberries sent to room #21, now!" A slow satisfying grin developed on his face. "My next conquest."

Room 21. Micky opened the door. Decorated in pure white, the curtains were drawn to reveal a massive courtyard; lying on the queen size bed, a white terrycloth robe. Champagne chilled in a bucket on a glass table. Sitting next to the champagne, was a bowl of strawberries and whip cream. Micky tossed his bag to the floor and whistled. "What a set up." He removed his hat and jacket and sat down on one of four oversize white recliners facing the bed. In walked Candy, the maid, wearing a white shirt, a white micro mini-skirt and white heels; her hair pulled back in a bun. She carried a silver tray with two champagne glasses on top.

"Sorry, I forgot these." Micky swallowed hard.

"Oh, thanks, I need a drink." She giggled, while she leaned over, allowing Micky to get a glimpse of her backside as she placed the tray on the table.

"There, Mr. Dolenz. I hope everything is to your satisfaction. There are clean towels in the bathroom." she softly touched his arm. "If you need anything, just call Candy." Micky cleared his throat.

"Thanks, I'll remember that." She smiled and closed the door behind her. Micky sighed. "What the hell kind of place is this?" he poured himself a glass of champagne. "Tomorrow morning, I'm outta here."

A loud bell rang at exactly 8:00 p.m. Micky heard the door open from the next room. He tied the robe tightly around his waist and finished drying his hair. The door knocked. "Yeah?" Micky called.

"Dinner!" Candy said.

"No, thanks."

"No, dinner is ready for the guests. Mr. Nesmith's requests all guests to attend." Micky sighed.

"Fine, I'll be there."

"I'm to escort you down."

"Fine." he replied flatly. Candy opened the door just as Micky was about to remove his robe.

"Excuse me, I want to get dressed."

"I know." she closed the door. She untied his robe and slid it off his shoulders. He stood naked, staring down at Candy as she fell to her knees.

"Wuhh...wuhha...what are you doing?" he stammered.

"Been out in the desert heat to long, huh stranger?"

"I...I...know what you're about to do, but why are you doing it?"

"To please you, Mr. Dolenz." she lowered her mouth over his growing dick. Micky closed his eyes and bit his lower lip. Her mouth felt like hot silk. He couldn't believe his luck. He couldn't believe he was allowing a total stranger to give him a blowjob. What was he thinking? He wasn't thinking. --Just go with the flow, Mick. Don't fight it.---

Mike quietly peeked through the hole looking at Candy doing what he knew he'll be doing very soon. He thought Micky was perfect. Tall, slender, dark, with nice lips and a firm, tight ass. His hand stroked the hard on growing in his pants. He was so happy Candy was such a slut. He would tell her to do his dirty work so he could check out his next sexual fantasy.

Micky shut his eyes, grabbing hold of Candy's hair. He could feel himself about to explode. Mike released himself from his pants to stroke himself fast and hard. Micky's facial expression turned him on completely. He knew there was no way he would leave Hotel California without having him. Micky tossed his head back and moaned, feeling himself cum hard in Candy's mouth. At the same time, Mike groaned, softly calling out Micky's name.

Candy innocently looked up at Micky and smiled. "Now, time for dinner, Mr. Dolenz." she wiped her mouth and stood.

"You swallow?" he asked in amazement. She giggled.

"I'll give you time to prepare. See you downstairs." She closed the door, Mike stood outside.

"Thanks Candy." Mike said.

"Anything for you Admiral Mike." she kissed him deeply. "He tastes good." Mike smiled.

"Yes, he does."

Micky, dressed in black jeans, blue striped shirt, and black boots, and appeared in the dining room for dinner. There were four place settings. Micky narrowed his eyes. He shrugged his shoulders and sat down. "Welcome to dinner, Mr. Dolenz." Mike greeted.

"Where are the other guests?" he asked.

"It's just you, Candy, and two other guests you'll meet shortly."

"There are no other guests here?" Micky questioned.

"No, there aren't." Mike took a seat next to Micky. Candy arrived with dinner. She pulled the cart next to the table and removed the lids.

"Smells delicious." Micky said.

"So do you." Mike whispered.

"Huh?"

Mike waved his hand and stood. "Where are the others?" Candy called the two other guests into the dining room. Micky sat quietly thinking about what just took place between he and Candy. In walked, Peter Tork the cook, and David Jones, the busboy.

"You have your staff eat dinner with you?" Micky asked.

"Yes, I'm no snob. I feel everyone is equal."

"Very good you feel that way." Micky nodded in agreement.

"You'll learn quite a lot about me before you leave, Mr. Dolenz."

The dinner consisted of turkey, mashed potatoes, rolls, and broccoli. Mike poured another glass of wine in his and Micky's glass as Micky chowed down on his meal. "I take it you like it?" Mike asked.

"First meal I've had in ages."

Candy glanced over at Mike, who in turned lowered his hand down under the dining room table. As Micky raised his glass to his lips, Candy leaned over to pass him another roll. Her ample breasts spilled out from her shirt. Micky lowered the glass to the table and sighed. His eyes turned to Mike as he felt Mike's hand on his thigh. "Want anything else, Mr. Dolenz?" Peter asked.

"Umm... no." he faintly smiled. "I'm fine." Mike's hand traveled up Micky's thigh to his crotch. He felt strangely turned on by Mike's touch. What was going on? Mike, a man! I'm a man! I like women. Why am I letting this man touch me? "I think I'd like another glass of wine, please."

Candy stood and poured Micky another glass. "There. Enjoy." she giggled.

Mike's hand caressed Micky's crotch. He could feel him growing inside his jeans. Micky downed the glass of wine in one gulp and quickly stood up. "Thanks for...for dinner, but I gotta get some rest. Gotta long day ahead of me." He covered the ever present hard on in his pants with his hand and walked out. Peter and Davy laughed while gathering the dishes.

"Now what?" Candy asked.

"Don't worry, darlin'. I haven't lost one yet."

Micky hurried back to his room and slammed the door. He took a deep breath and slid down to the floor. What the hell had he gotten himself into? All he wanted was a place to rest before heading out to somewhere, anywhere. What was happening? Maybe it was the champagne and the wine at dinner. Maybe it was the incredible blowjob he received from Candy. He didn't know what was going on. He crawled over to his leather jacket that was still lying on the floor. He had to get out of this place. He didn't know what was going on, and he wasn't about to stay and find out.

"Want me to go and ease him for you?" Candy asked.

"You'd like that wouldn't you?" Mike frowned.

"Hey, he's gorgeous. Very sexy. He's the best one we've seen here in a while."

"All the more reason why I so desperately want him."

"So...?" Candy hoped he'd say yes.

"No, Candy, you had your fun. Now go!" he waved her away. She walked away in a huff. Mike made sure Candy was gone before knocking on the door. Micky finished the rest of the champagne and placed the dusty cowboy hat on his head. The door knocked. Micky stood quietly, hoping whoever it was would go away. The door knocked again. He snuck past the door and into the bathroom. He closed the door and held his breath.

"Please go away!" he whispered loudly. The door knocked again. "Dammit!" he cursed. "Go away!" Finally, the knocking stopped. Micky walked out into the room, holding tightly to his duffel bag.

"Hi, Micky." Mike smiled.

"Shit!" Micky clutched his chest.

"Going somewhere?" Mike asked.

"Yeah, outta here! I'm sorry, but I can't stay. Thanks for the hospitality, but I'd better go."

"Why? You don't like it here?"

"It's nice, but... I gotta go."

Mike leaned against the door, holding the door key in his hand. "I don't think you'll be going anywhere Mr. Dolenz. At least, not right now." Micky approached Mike.

"Listen dude. I'm not sure what kind of game you're playing, but I'm not interested. Understand?! I'm leaving!" Mike moved away from the door.

"If you think you have the balls to leave, then by all means, but I guarantee you'll be stopped before you make it to the main entrance." Micky laughed,

"By who? Those two idiots who joined us for dinner?"

"No, two other "idiots" that I'm sure you will regret running into." he touched Micky's arm. "Why don't you relax, and quit being so uptight. I'm not gonna to hurt you." Micky moved Mike's hand from his arm,

"What do you think I'm suppose to do? I'm to let you seduce me? Play your silly little sexual games? I'm too strong a person to let anyone take advantage of me." Mike chuckled.

"Candy took advantage of you earlier and you didn't stop her." he boldly rubbed his hand up and down his crotch. "I'm certain you like this more than you want to let on. If I fell to my knees right now, you'd allow me to give you a blowjob. You wouldn't fight it one bit."

Micky tried to stay in control, but he was getting more and more excited. Mike moved closer to him. "Instead of that, I want you, no, I demand you to get on your knees."

Micky shook his head. "No, I won't."

"Yes, yes, you will. If you ever want to see the light of day." He moved back. "On your knees!"

Micky slowly kneeled in front of Mike. "Don't just kneel there, Mr. Dolenz, begin!"

Micky unzipped Mike's pants and lowered them along with his underwear to the floor. The cool air made Mike's dick throb even more. Micky took a deep breath and guided Mike's dick inside his mouth. Mike let out a deep sigh. His mouth felt exactly like he hoped, warm and very wet. He slowly began pumping himself in and out of his mouth, allowing Micky to take more and more with each suck. Candy peeked through the hole, watching Mike closely. She loved his facial expressions. She only wished he'd let her fuck him. She knew he'd love it.

Micky couldn't believe what was happening, and he was actually enjoying it. His own dick throbbed against the zipper of his pants, wanting desperately to be released. Mike breathed hard, trying to control the orgasm building inside. He pulled away from Micky and told him to stand. He snatched off his own shirt and quickly removed Micky's clothes. He turned him around and bent him over. Micky held on to the end of the bed, fearing what may happen next. Without warning, Mike plunged into Micky's ass, burning with desire. Micky let out a shriek, grabbing hold of the sheets. Candy, feeling Mike's dick inside her dripping wet pussy, fingered herself while watching two handsome men give into their pleasures.

For 10 minutes, Mike pumped in and out of Micky uncontrollably. Several thoughts ran through Micky's head. He only wished he had enough willpower to stop this mad man from fucking him. But did he want him to stop? It felt so good, he thought, the feeling of Mike's dick sliding in and out, bucking wildly in his virgin ass. Candy rubbed herself fiercely as she knew exactly the time Mike would cum. She wanted to cum with him, as she knew her dream of having him would never come true. Mike closed his eyes, holding on to Micky's hips, grinding harder and harder. In unison, Mike, Micky, and Candy came, screaming in pure ecstasy. Micky collapsed on the bed, trying to catch his breath. Mike slipped on his pants and neatly tucked in his shirt. "Thanks, Mr. Dolenz. The best fuck I've had in some time."

Micky closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep. Mike smiled. He placed the room key on the bed and playfully patted Micky's sore bottom. "Pleasant dreams."

The next morning Micky woke up to a beautiful red rose on the pillow, with a note that read:

Thanks for a memorable evening. Have a great day! ~~~Michael

Micky sat up and stretched. He was sore, yet strangely satisfied. He took a hot shower and put on the same clothes he wore when he arrived at the hotel. Candy knocked on the door. "Check out time, Mr. Dolenz."

"Thank God." he sighed. He grabbed his duffel bag and took one last look at the room. He zipped up his jacket and left. In the lobby, Candy stood wearing a simple pair of jeans, a sweatshirt, and tennis shoes. Micky handed her his room key. "How much do I owe?" he asked.

"It's on the house. Courtesy of Admiral Mike."

"Who?" Micky asked.

"Michael Nesmith."

"Oh." Micky responded. "Thanks." She sweetly smiled.

"I hope you have a good trip."

Micky nodded and left without saying goodbye. He walked down the long corridor to the front entrance. Mike walked past him with a tall, blond man, carrying a black leather briefcase. Mike did not acknowledge Micky as he passed. "Room # 21, Candy." Micky heard Mike say in the distance. He walked down the stairs and into the desert, not turning to look back, and never again wanting to remember his night at the Hotel California.