Fun with My Dad's Co-Worker

Chapter 4 - The Next Day

The feelings that I'm having right now are very conflicting at the moment. As I begin to awaken, my front feels like I'm laying on the fluffiest cloud; just pure bliss. My back, specifically my ass, feels like I got stung by five jellyfish. It just hurts, however, the warmth around it makes it just the tiniest bit tolerable. Yet, that tolerance is taken away once something, or someone strikes at it.

I arch my back and shoot awake, exclaiming, "Fuck me!"

"Already?" A deep voice scoffs in amusement, "As much as I'd like to, I think the both of us may need a break after last night."

As that voice teases, the events of last night start flooding back and my feelings begin to make sense. I went to that rich stranger's apartment, had sex with him, and practically fell asleep right after. Due to my cleanliness, he must've washed me anyway. I guess I was so "in the zone" that I didn't realize how soft and comfortable the bed was last night. 

The weirdest part of this whole waking up, though, is that I feel satisfied. Perfectly satisfied and he's honestly right about needing a break. Granted, I don't have sex every night, but I usually don't feel sore or anything when I wake up. I just take a break because I don't WANT to have sex every night. I may admit to being a slut but I'm not a complete nymphomaniac. I need a break this time because my ass genuinely hurts and my body needs time to process this. 

I look around the room and see the stranger on the other side of the bed. He's wearing a similar, but different, professional outfit like last night. His shirt has a light blue tint to it, but his pants and shoes are the same colors. Instead of being plain black, his tie is navy blue with slightly lighter blue diagonal stripes. His hair is done up like yesterday before I ruined it, and his cologne is clear, not mixed up with the smell of booze and hormones from the club.

"Get yourself decent enough and take the Ibuprophen I left on the nightstand, then come into the living room. I'll drop you off before I go to work." He arranges his collar and stands up, his heels clicking as he walks out the door.

"Leaving a stranger in your room after a one-night stand? This guy must be confident that I'm not stupid enough to take anything or that he'll catch me if I do." 

I roll over on my side and see two little, red pills and a glass of water. I reach for them and take a swig of water first, then dropping the pills in and swallowing them. I know people usually do it the other way around, but I've always found this way easier. 

I throw the heavenly blankets off me and sit up. I finally notice that I'm shirtless, with only my underwear on. When I search the room, I see my clothes folded on the bottom of the bed. Instead of testing to see if the Ibuprophen has fully kicked in, I crawl out of my spot and towards my clothes. I throw my legs over the edge so I have an easier time putting them on.

Once I pick up my shirt, I immediately notice something. I bring it closer to me and take a whiff. 

"He washed my clothes...?" I mumble to myself, "Why? I'm just a hook-up."

As I try to figure this out, I put on my entire outfit again so I look as I did last night, just smelling better. I also make sure to put my shoes on before standing up and walking. There's still some pain but it's not intolerable. 

I walk past his big wall mirror and look at myself. I still have some bed hair but what I'm mainly looking at is the hickeys and bite marks on my neck, trailing down to my shoulders and collarbone. Looks like it's turtlenecks and sweatshirts for a few days. I could do make-up, of course, but that can only get you so far. 

I finger-comb my hair a little before walking out of his room and closing it behind me. Seeing as there's only one clear way to go, I walk down the hallway and towards the open space, where I see the stranger leaning against his sofa with a coffee in his hand. He looks up from his phone and turns it off, putting it back in his pocket.