fire evacuations

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a handy device to mix and match.

Do the couples a swap up and down the hall of the motel? Or is there daytime rendezvous while spouses try to keep working?

Do the MCs meet nubile volunteer workers?

Do the horny eighteen year olds randomly hook up , sneaking out in the night?

Or do the family stay with relatives, leading to mix and match incest?
 
Having been in a few hotel evacuations for fire over the years, I can tell you I wasn't looking for a tryst with anyone while hanging about out in the cold or heat, depending on the season and place. I was looking to see if I could get my luggage and find another hotel so I could get my beauty rest and a shower in the morning.
 
Having been in a few hotel evacuations for fire over the years, I can tell you I wasn't looking for a tryst with anyone while hanging about out in the cold or heat, depending on the season and place. I was looking to see if I could get my luggage and find another hotel so I could get my beauty rest and a shower in the morning.

That kind of logic could wipe out half of Lit's catalog of stories. Lighten up, Francis.
 
On a nearby thread, I recently reported an IRL experience at an Alaskan lodge near the Arctic Circle in November, where management, having forgotten we were bedded in, sounded the fire alarm at dawn, and we ran naked into the snow. Project that to a number of couples streaking outside. What's the sovereign treatment for hypothermia? Bare-ass full-body contact! Cue the orgy.
 
It was about -35°F and we were evacuated from a hotel in YK, NWT. It was a bit of a start, looking though the peephole in the door to see a fully dressed out firefighter with a Scott Pak on telling us to "get out". Thankfully, we were able to find refuge in Bad Sam's Saloon. Any port in a storm, and this port had a band with an electric fiddle equipped with a wah-wah pedal.
 
I started out think of forest fires, but like the ideas so far.
 
How about the fire alarm goes off in a place where there's a brothel on the top floor, a porn studio in the middle, and an apprentice training school on the bottom. They all end up outside in the yard at the back in various states of undress and arousal waiting for the fire brigade.
 
It was about -35°F and we were evacuated from a hotel in YK, NWT.
You probably know the joke:
In Yellowknife, when the cops tell you to 'freeze!' -- you do.​
Meanwhile, I've been slowly brewing a tale of a mobile hospital unit that sets up near raging wildfires to treat evacuees and firefighters. But how to make that sexy? Go all M*A*S*H or something?
 
How about the fire alarm goes off in a place where there's a brothel on the top floor, a porn studio in the middle, and an apprentice training school on the bottom. They all end up outside in the yard at the back in various states of undress and arousal waiting for the fire brigade.

are they apprentice firefighters?
 
A foam party. Is that a thing? Sounds perfect.
I once saw (but did not jump into) such in a Palm Springs swimming pool laced with detergent and churned to a froth. I suppose that could happen with any jacuzzi. Better make it biodegradable foam.
 
guess I'm showing my age again.
So you were foam-footing (not hot-footing) back in 1932? Well, 23-skidoo!

A pop song around then was "(It ain't no sin to take off your skin and) Dance around in your bones". Let's visualize dancing skeletons in a wave of foam. Hope they're not zombies.

Okay, back to OP, sorta. A modern tall building is topped with a roof tank that automatically releases fire-fighting foam during a conflagration. Fire breaks out. Alarms sound. Building residents and tenants follow a protocol: When alarmed, rush to the basement level where the most accumulates. For hilarity to ensue, all strip and dance in the foam rather than evacuating. Hot fun, hey?
 
You probably know the joke:
In Yellowknife, when the cops tell you to 'freeze!' -- you do.​
Meanwhile, I've been slowly brewing a tale of a mobile hospital unit that sets up near raging wildfires to treat evacuees and firefighters. But how to make that sexy? Go all M*A*S*H or something?

Indeed!

Maybe think about the backgrounds of the med staff for this mobile unit? Last deployment? Firefighters are cliché when it comes to the sexy, so that's easy. There was a team of all female fire fighters out of Alaska a year or so back. Remember to save a puppy or two; there's nothing sexier than saving a dog and getting it back to it's grieving owner. Also, don't forget the hot bi helo pilot.
 
My hot bi heli pilot few me over Hearst Castle at night. Buzzing a castle is exciting.

I have only been inside Will's house on a tour, back in the 70's. But, I have a friend in the valley who has a castle. Albeit not stone..
 
So you were foam-footing (not hot-footing) back in 1932? Well, 23-skidoo!

A pop song around then was "(It ain't no sin to take off your skin and) Dance around in your bones". Let's visualize dancing skeletons in a wave of foam. Hope they're not zombies.

Okay, back to OP, sorta. A modern tall building is topped with a roof tank that automatically releases fire-fighting foam during a conflagration. Fire breaks out. Alarms sound. Building residents and tenants follow a protocol: When alarmed, rush to the basement level where the most accumulates. For hilarity to ensue, all strip and dance in the foam rather than evacuating. Hot fun, hey?

cue the sex swings.

(I might be old, but not THAT old)
 
I have only been inside Will's house on a tour, back in the 70's. But, I have a friend in the valley who has a castle. Albeit not stone..
We've a neighbor down the road, lower in the foothills, with an obvious castle beside a main road. The large plot of land between castle and road contains a private amusement park with merry-go-round and two roller coasters; the access lanes are lined with statues of horses, cattle, dinosaurs, and antique cars. Hearst would cry at the sight.

We've another all-stone castle in the county that used to be a reform school i.e. juvenile hall for bad boys. Merle Haggard was an alumnus. I would hesitate to venture a low flyover there.

Which reminds me of an anecdote re: Folsom Prison, a few miles to the north. Merle told Johnny Cash how much enjoyed a prison concert. Johnny said, "I don't remember you in the show." Merle said, "No, I was in the audience." Ding!

Back to Fire Evacuations. Just beyond the aforementioned Preston Castle (for bad boys) is a state prison (for worse boys) and the CalFire academy. Let's have a firefighter evacuation training course that includes naked escapes. Rescue nudists in burning buildings first, after hosing-down everyone, of course. Maybe practice Gulliver's firefighting technique. Drink much beer.
 
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A million dollars doesn't buy what it used to.
USA politicians cost much less than in the rest of the world. But I digress. Think of evacuating from an electric fireplace while lounging naked on the synthetic bear rug in front of it. "Look Mark it's so bright! Run! Run!"
 
How about a bomb shelter?

What if there was a bomb shelter in the basement of a hotel. Due to the treat of Sweden launching a first strike against all other countries governments around the world demand that building codes require that all buildings have bomb shelters. So, all the guests in the hotel race to the shelter and are crammed together which leads to a snake ball type fuck fest.
 
USA politicians cost much less than in the rest of the world. But I digress. Think of evacuating from an electric fireplace while lounging naked on the synthetic bear rug in front of it. "Look Mark it's so bright! Run! Run!"

Are acid trip stories allowed on Lit?
 
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