The Schitzo Slut

Not Again

"Fuck....my head hurts.. It's too god damn bright!! Arkadi, turn the fucking light off you dumb cunt!!" He groaned, opening his eyes. "Where in the holy hell.." His eyes widened. The fucker was in a random guys bed covered in dried cum. "Not again.. Who's house am I at now..?"

A tall guy walks in, he looks slightly pissed. "The fuck out my bed, your time here is done." The man points to the bedroom door.

"How did I get here though?" Zeriox moaned as he got out the bed, stumbling.

"You were dropped off to my party, you were already drunk. Now you've been here too long, my lady is gonna be back in a few hours. I need you gone." The guy rubbed his forehead. He was tatted up, muscular, had black hair.. He was sexy as hell.

Zeriox yawned and shrugged. "Not my first rodeo. Also, did you at least get to know me before you just manhandled my ass?"

"You're the one who climbed on me. I thought you were a chick at first, but you were still a good fuck. Even if you have a dick..." He mumbled that last bit. "Now get a shower and put on some of my clothes. Then leave. Be glad I'm even offering a shower. Also, the names Cirius." He winked at Zeriox and jolted his head towards the bathroom.

"Yeah, yeah. I'mma do me." Zeriox slouched into the bathroom.

Damn, this this guy has a nice ass house. He looked down to see himself in a skirt and no shirt. He took off the skirt and tossed it into the bedroom, stepping into the shower. The hot water hit his back, relaxing his sore back.

"What position were we fucking in? Fuckkkk my back..." He shook his head and just shrugged, grabbing a bottle of shampoo and squirting some shampoo onto his hand. He pressed the cap closed by slamming the lid against his hip, then he got to work. Scrubbing his head, rinsing, getting body wash on a sponge, getting to work on his body.

Last thing Zeriox remembered was drinking at his apartment. What part of the city was he in? Did Arkadi drop him off? Doesn't matter, he was used to it at this point.

He arched his back, popping it. He pushed his head to the right, cracking his bones, then to the left, doing the same for the other side. Then his knuckles.

When he was done, he stepped out and grabbed one of the towels that were hanging up, drying his hair, then his body. He slouched to the bedroom and started searching the drawers for some of Cirius's clothes. He grabbed a tank top, boxers, and baggy pants, putting them on. They we're slightly big, but why did that matter? He has bigger things to be worried about.

When Cirius walked in he looked Zeriox up and down. "Zero, wasn't it?"

"Nickname."

"Nickname?" Cirius raised a brow.

"That's my nickname. My name is Zeriox Dreki. I changed my first name. It was Michael. That was too common, and I just didn't like it. How old are you by the way, and what's your job, and do you have any STDs?"

"26, hot topic cashier slash clothes designer, and fuck no."

"Good, not a large age gap, you aren't in that high of a status, and I'm safe from STDs."

"Fair things to worry about. Now, get out my house, call me if you wanna fuck again. You told me your password and I put my number in your phone. Also messaged your little friend, Arkadi, that you're fine. You're welcome." Cirius smirked and patted Zeriox on the shoulder, sliding Zeriox's phone into his pocket, returning it.

Zeriox blushes slightly and looks away from Cirius.

"I'll call you if I need you, also, you better hope your lady don't find out nothin'." Zeriox walks out the room, embarrassed and still suffering from a headache. He's surprised he isn't used to hangovers yet. He stepped out the front door and looked around, seeing more nice houses and nice vehicles. He's far from home...