I LET out a deep sigh as I sunk further into the comfortable mattress and smooth sheets. I slowly opened my eyes as I felt the nasty headache quickly approaching and the sudden panic that I felt did nothing to prevent it from coming front and centre.
I groaned out as I twisted to lay on my back and stare at the ceiling, the ceiling that I realized wasn't mine. The silkiness of the sheets around me weren't the ones I was used to and my mattress back at Aunt Claudia's wasn't this soft. I tried to recollect what happened last night when something caught my eye; I looked down at my lower half and saw something I never imagined I'd see.
Did I grow a dick overnight? You can't just grow penises overnight, right?
I reached down to grab it and felt the silicone, with a sigh I let it go and slapped my hand on my forehead forgetting that I had a raging headache. Then the question that I have been avoiding since I opened my eyes left my lips.
"Where the fuck am I?"
I tried searching around the room for familiar objects but nothing jogged my memory and then again, I've never been anywhere else but my Aunt's house sitting broke as a church mouse. I slowly rose up and swung my feet off of the bed against my body's protest to stay and sleep a little longer. The room was void of any life, nothing to signify that the room belonged to a woman... or man. It had to be a female if I had on a strap, it had to be.
The dark beige coloured walls boxed me in with my own thoughts as I got up and unhooked the harness from my waist and stepped into my pants. I dragged my shirt on and then decided to search through the tall chest of drawers that was against the wall.
EIGHT drawers filled with sex toys and weird shit. Rope? Wax melts? What the fuck? What did drunk me get sober me into?
I quickly shut the drawer as I heard footsteps approaching and sluggishly walked to the door opposite the chest of drawers. A bathroom, thank Jah. I turned the faucet on to wash my face and then washed my mouth out. I stared in the mirror at my reflection and boy did I look like shit. I always had a hair tie in my pockets so I pulled it out and tried my best to make my hair look presentable by catching it all in a messy bun. I couldn't stay in here for the whole day, as much as I wanted to. I had to go out and face the person that I just had a one night stand with.
I stepped out of the bathroom and sucked in a sharp breath. Huzzah!! The Devil was strong and I was starting to believe it as I stared at Pep sitting on the edge of the bed counting a large stack of money. I could feel my heart racing, I got scared easily and that was scary.
I stood there for what felt like an eternity before Pep finally looked up at me and stretched out her hand with a few banknotes between her fingers. We stood staring at each other in silence, me with a flabbergasted look on my face and her neutral stony expression weighing me down. Something felt different, this didn't feel like the Pep that asked me about my love life because she wanted me all to herself and for some reason, I was feeling extremely embarrassed.
"What's this?" I finally broke the silence.
"Compensation for your services." She winked and again, it didn't feel the same.
"My.. m.. my services? Huh?" I clenched my teeth as I fumbled over my own words.
"Yes. Your services from last night." Why was she so calm and vague? It was unnerving.
"All I did was have sex... a one night stand... with a random woman." The explanation was more for me than for Pep.
"Right... Do you always get drunk and pick up women? That's your thing?" My nose flared with disgust. Of course not!
