Surprisingly, it wasn't Amanda's wretching that was keeping her up through the night.
It was really surprising, actually, because Amanda was probably a lightweight anyway, and she was going through a hangover in a pretty disgusting way. But even though Mario could hear her spittle into the toilet bowl, that wasn't what was keeping her up that night.
To be honest, if she wasn't in so much shock, she'd probably be vomiting out her innards, too.
It's not like she could walk to her bathroom if she wanted to, her legs were numb as hell.
They were numb...
Every part of her was numb...
Every part...
...was...
...numb...
HOLY SHITE!!
She shoots up from the bed, not even caring that it was seven in the morning and she was the only one awake. Her virginity, it was gone...and she lost it to a really hot guy!
She sits up slowly, not in nearly as much pain as she was when she went to bed but her pussy was throbbing like a motherfucker, certainly not at all what she was expecting! Toys have never made her feel that good either but granted, her toys weren't eight and a half inches attached to a really fine guy! "Goddamnit." She mutters to herself, picking up her phone and realizing that it was her in that hollow reflection. Did she really look like that all night? And when Michael called her beautiful...did he actually mean it?
So many things went on the night prior, and she was only there for a few minutes!
She finally turns on her phone, seeing a slew of notifications that she always slid past but before she could choose an app to go to, a soft ding echos throughout the apartment and it confuses her. Is her phone really that loud? She wondered. Who was even texting her?
~ hey Mario, it's Mikey from last night.~
She tosses the phone back to the bed, completely forgetting that Amanda did share their numbers and at the moment Mario completely forgot! What does she even respond with?!
~Hey Mikey, what's up?~
Crap, that was way too casual!
~lol, not much, but I realized that I took thing a bit too fast last night, so I wanted to say sorry for that, guess I was just too high from what we did~
She really wanted to agree with him and say she was pretty out of it last night, but she had been on high alert since she got there. Running her fingers through her hair, that was the only way that some sense finally flowed through her brain as she takes in a deep breath, then releases it.
~yeah, I kinda agree, but I really did have fun last night, even though I was only there for a short bit~
~ I'm glad you enjoyed yourself.~
There's a pause as Mario watches the three dots shake on the bottom part of her screen. She didn't want to leave the app, as he might text something else, but the wait was killing her, so she bites down on her thumb, a nervous habit that she developed years ago.
~listen, um, since last night was really hellish and I'm trying to find a way to say this...I know I sprung it up on your pretty suddenly but I still wanted to get a clear answer from you, one where you don't feel pressured on rushed at all.~
Oh yeah...Mario hugs her legs to her chest, remembering that was the main thing she completely forgot. A sugar baby? Him being her sugar daddy? Her internal thoughts get interrupted again as another ding rings from her phone and she turns attention back to it.

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Sin Looks Good On You
RomanceMario-Baptise Meyer is no stranger to the spotlight, either they liked it or not. Being born a hermaphrodite and coming out twice, they're no stranger to unwanted attention. But they made a promise, a promise to only themselves, that the spotlight w...