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The Perfect Threesome Nobody Wanted
The first rule of threesomes, as everyone knows, is in fact, ‘Don’t do threesomes’. The second rule? If you do, make sure it’s with people you’re into and not awkward strangers forced into the situation, purely because ‘hey man, threesomes fun, amirite?’
This lesson is one the boys at the Fake Hostel thought they had learned, but oh, were they in for a surprise! Let’s take a peek behind the scenes of that… unnecessary romp.
Our story begins with some meaningless hookup between two bro-tastic boys, let’s call them Chad and Chad Jr. Honestly, they both look the same, a swimmer’s build, a hairstyle clearly born at reduced streetiempo, and a demeanor that screams entitlement and general Aussie stupidity. You can probably guess the setup: quick wooing, skimpy swimwear, expensive surroundings at a ‘sightseeing’ resort. It’d be poetic, if it wasn’t so vapid.
Then there’s her – the lone female. “Tanya”. That’s all they really know. For all intensive purposes she’s just another foreign girl they aren’t picking up upon – or rather, she’s not picking them up on. The way she looks through them like they’re last night’s pity binge session is priceless. She’s got an air of mystery, and everything is a shade darker when she’s around. Think Dita Von Teese if she worked Hostel reception… on hard mode.
Yet, for whatever reason, here she is… at their doorstep at 4AM, equipped with nothing but questionable motives and that alcohol-fueled desperation of the liquid courage kind. Of course, behind that seductive façade, was just another bored receptionist on what could’ve been the longest shift of her life. Note to self: flirt with boys, make lives hell à la HR. Or maybe not. Now she really is kicking herself for not finishing that law degree.
In no mood for subtleties, Chad (or Chad Jr) presses her on the bed and makes a move. The sheer look of disgust on her face is telling: surely, she’s expecting more finesse… right?
Well, excuses flow faster than movements. “What are you doing?”, she utters, half-terrified, half-disgusted. Meanwhile, she’s grappling with the Chads and their drunk decision to not really give a shit. Def definitely not the move, boys. No amount of alcohol can excuse you for the move. Besides, her tits are huge! You should’ve warned the guys…
The ‘Dialogues’ range from mock-polite: “Don’t do that… Stop forcing yourself…” to bitchy: “You made me? I don’t fucking want you to leave?”, she screams at them. Poor little munchkins can’t handle rejection and so they try to get technical: “You’re not pushing us away” uhmm, that’s your cue to politely avoid the pussy. Seriously. Read the room, Chad! Or Chad Jr! Whichever one of you is trashing your new roommate’s life tonight.
They pin her down, and you see a mix of dirty talk and desperate attempts at turning things around: “You want it don’t you? Oh you like that… I saw you continuously giggle with me… Fuck you… It’s so funny!”sic. Unsurprisingly, the bros definitely know better now. First of all, she’s a private person. Second, funny and consent apparently don’t go hand-in-hand with this girl.
But the Chads drag this leverage out for as long as they can: “You wanted this so bad.” Being friends – or whatever – with the receptionist and giving her a hard time both… BECAUSE she can easily thwart their ‘Pick up artist guides’ that clearly work because women #desperate is the Chads way of thinking. The ultimate high school silliness still fuels their pathetic teenage fantasies of outines religious abstinence with locker room bravado.
And then there’s the end scene, of the girl crying and them trying to… felpens supplifying th downplay the incident: “Don’t cry, it’ll be alright” your bawls on the bone, and EVERYTHING in the room might’ve JUST been filmed by your two conceited friends – strip search discovered momento! When in doubt, afternoon talk. Cool.
The room is left in shambles – clothes everywhere, and clearly, no one is happy with themselves but then again, the boys cracks multiple jokes about the girl’s ‘shame’ and still them trying to have her also comfort them saying it’s okay and that they didn’t mean to and they look down. Let’s face it, you’re probably talking about raping your new bro from some other town the next morning. This is called a missed connection – of all the bad parts of a threesome and a few good orgasms.
This is the episode of the Fake Hostel where the producers want to make the boys look cool. But really, they’re a bunch of mark br logical morons who need to go to therapy like yesterday. Tanya the girl was simply trying to sleep off the stress of a long night shift. The fact that she doesn’t give a shit is too much for the emo boys’ fragile ego – the entire night their dicks competed for dominance. The winner? Her confusion on whether to turn in a complaint. The loser… them guys, once the ugly and truthful word gets out that they raped her for casi, only half a dollar as she thinks, and you know it causes confusion.
The Fake Hostel will be the least of your concern once that goes viral and people find out you can’t handle rejection – even if you’re paying some girl an intern’s salary, and the management doesn’t give a fuck about her health. Oh the joys of youth. The unfortunate lesson is: many of these ‘funny’ moments turn out very different once scrutinized carefully.
