The Hunters: Paranormal many shots

The Wolf: Part Two-Pancakes, Bacon and Butt-cheeks

Annie's eyes peeled open and were greeted by a very inconsiderate beam of sunlight. She shut her eyes, groaned and rolled over. The digital clock on her dresser read 8:29. Fucking typical. She rolled onto her back and stared at the ceiling. What to do with her day? Her alarm clock started beeping. With a grunt of disdain for her electronic nemesis, she slammed her fist on the snooze button, swung off the bed and stormed into the bathroom across the room.

She shut the door and stared at herself in the mirror. Her purple hair looked like she'd employed it as a bird's nest. Her make-up from the day before was smudged across her face, making her look like an 80s street walker. She huffed and turned on the shower. She stripped, stumbled into cubicle sat on the floor and let the warm water soothe her skin. It wasn't until halfway through her shower that the events of the night before came flooding back. She screamed.

She cranked the taps off, grabbed a towel from the rack, wrapped herself up and ran out into the bedroom. She vaguely remembered inviting Jared back to her house after they had dropped Beautiful Eyes off at the emergency room. She checked her room for any sign that he'd been in her bed. There didn't seem to be anything. Some skirts, a few of her singlets and a discarded G-string. She kicked that under the bed. It was then that she noticed the sound of music coming from the other room.

She threw on a singlet and a pair of black jeans then crept over to her bedroom door. As quietly as she could, she turned the knob and pulled the door open a crack. Through the gap, the sound of Warrant's Cherry Pie blasted from her kitchen. Jared came into view. He was facing away from her, but was butt naked, pumping his hips from side to side as he danced along. She noticed just how toned his ass and back were and tongued her lip ring. Now really wasn't the time for her brain to betray her. The smell of bacon and pancakes drifted up Annie's nose and, in her state of hunger, she pushed the door open.

Jared heard a creak from behind him and spun around. Annie stood in the doorway of her bedroom, eyes wide, body ramrod straight. Her eyes drifted down to his groin. Thankfully for her, he was wearing her frilly pink apron. The one with the words Bite Me on it. For a few seconds they simply stared at each other. Annie looking like a deer in headlights. Jared like a naked maid.

"Why are you naked?" Annie finally asked.

"Sweet cherry Pie!"

Jared turned the music off and smiled at Annie. "I had to return my outfit. I was right, I didn't get my money back. He was suuuuper mad."

Annie waved a hand, cutting him off. "So where are your other clothes?"

Jared clicked his fingers, finally catching on to what she meant. "Oh, I came straight from home last night. I didn't bring a change."

He did a twirl, showing off just the slightest glimpse of his junk. Annie's face turned bright red and she turned her head away, placing a protective hand on one side of her face as a shield.

"I think I look amazing." He beamed.

Annie refused to look over at him but said, "You can't just stand there naked."

"Don't worry about it," He replied. "My co-worker, Paul, is on his way over with a change."

Annie turned on him, not caring if she saw his dingus anymore. "You invited someone over to my apartment without asking?"

Jared shot her a confused look, tilting his head. "I did ask you. Last night, don't you remember?"

A sudden flashback shot through Annie's mind.

"Can my associate, Paul, bring over a change of clothes tomorrow morning?"

"Sure thing. You look ridiculous as a cowboy."