drawn out sound. For moment they stayed still, hard up against the wall. Then Daniel shifted, moving inside her, and her pussy clamped down. They slammed together, Daniel ramming his body into her. His shirt rubbed against her nipples with amazing friction. She was out of control now, her cunt violently gripping his dick, making every stroke delicious agony. Every muscle in her body was tight. Her hips pistoned and she screamed as she exploded into a million pieces.
Distantly, she could feel Daniel still pumping inside her, driving her higher, denying her body full release, pushing her harder, until she came again. Her shout of fulfilment was joined by Daniel’s as he sagged against her, pinning them both against the wall.
* * * *
She washed her hands, still floating in the aftermath of orgasm and alcohol. Behind her, the bathroom door banged open and Mandy burst in.
“There you are! I’ve been looking for you. Come on, we have to get moving. It’s after one and I’ve got work tomorrow.” She grabbed Karen’s hand and towed her out into the main bar. Karen barely had time to wave goodbye to everyone before they were outside and Mandy was buckling her into the car.
She hummed tunelessly to herself as Mandy climbed in and started the engine.
“You sound much happier,” her friend told her, pulling out on to the highway. “I take it you had a good time?”
“I had a great time,” Karen told her sincerely. “You were right, I did need to be approached by men. Lots and lots of men. I am a powerful woman! Hear me roar!”
Mandy laughed. “Good. Next step—find a new job.”
“I can do that,” she said confidently. “I can do anything!”
* * * *
She dragged herself away from the toilet bowl and turned the taps on. Cold water had never felt as good as it did on her face at that moment.
She splashed again, then groped blindly for a towel. The usually ultra-soft nap of the fabric rasped against her skin like sandpaper. Moaning, she lifted her head and caught sight of herself in the mirror.
Blech.
Good thing she had nowhere to go, because there weren't enough cosmetics in the world to cover the evidence of the night before. She grabbed her toothbrush and set about making her mouth bearable again.
As she scrubbed, she watched herself in the mirror, noting her bloodshot hazel eyes and dull skin, some of last night’s makeup still smeared across her lids. Her normally glossy brown hair was lank. A shower was definitely called for. She rinsed and spat, and went to start the water.
Stripping brought home exactly how drunk she’d been when she’d gone to bed. She’d taken off her skirt and panties but was still wearing her top and bra. She unbuttoned and unhooked, dropping everything on the floor as the room filled with steam. As she moved towards the shower, she saw movement from the corner of her eye. It was only her reflection, distorted by clouds of steam.
She opened the shower door, then turned back to the mirror. She frowned, taking a closer look at the dark patch on her chest. What was it? A bruise? How did she get a bruise on her breast—
Memory flooded back and she flailed a hand to brace herself on the vanity.
She’d had sex with a stranger.
In an alley behind a bar.
With a stranger.
In an alley.
Behind a bar.
She lifted a shaky hand and pressed it against her forehead. It couldn’t be true. Maybe she’d dreamt it. Alcohol made you dream funny things, right? Maybe she’d got the bruise walking into something. Sex with strangers in alleys was not something she did. Ever.
Robotically, she turned off the shower and walked naked into the bedroom. She picked up the phone beside the bed and punched in the number from memory. It began to ring, and she winced.
“Amanda speaking.”
Karen cleared her throat. “Mandy?” she said pitifully. Her friend laughed.
“Feeling a bit delicate this morning, huh? Have a hot shower and some coffee, it’ll help.”
“Yeah…uh, that’s
Distantly, she could feel Daniel still pumping inside her, driving her higher, denying her body full release, pushing her harder, until she came again. Her shout of fulfilment was joined by Daniel’s as he sagged against her, pinning them both against the wall.
* * * *
She washed her hands, still floating in the aftermath of orgasm and alcohol. Behind her, the bathroom door banged open and Mandy burst in.
“There you are! I’ve been looking for you. Come on, we have to get moving. It’s after one and I’ve got work tomorrow.” She grabbed Karen’s hand and towed her out into the main bar. Karen barely had time to wave goodbye to everyone before they were outside and Mandy was buckling her into the car.
She hummed tunelessly to herself as Mandy climbed in and started the engine.
“You sound much happier,” her friend told her, pulling out on to the highway. “I take it you had a good time?”
“I had a great time,” Karen told her sincerely. “You were right, I did need to be approached by men. Lots and lots of men. I am a powerful woman! Hear me roar!”
Mandy laughed. “Good. Next step—find a new job.”
“I can do that,” she said confidently. “I can do anything!”
* * * *
She dragged herself away from the toilet bowl and turned the taps on. Cold water had never felt as good as it did on her face at that moment.
She splashed again, then groped blindly for a towel. The usually ultra-soft nap of the fabric rasped against her skin like sandpaper. Moaning, she lifted her head and caught sight of herself in the mirror.
Blech.
Good thing she had nowhere to go, because there weren't enough cosmetics in the world to cover the evidence of the night before. She grabbed her toothbrush and set about making her mouth bearable again.
As she scrubbed, she watched herself in the mirror, noting her bloodshot hazel eyes and dull skin, some of last night’s makeup still smeared across her lids. Her normally glossy brown hair was lank. A shower was definitely called for. She rinsed and spat, and went to start the water.
Stripping brought home exactly how drunk she’d been when she’d gone to bed. She’d taken off her skirt and panties but was still wearing her top and bra. She unbuttoned and unhooked, dropping everything on the floor as the room filled with steam. As she moved towards the shower, she saw movement from the corner of her eye. It was only her reflection, distorted by clouds of steam.
She opened the shower door, then turned back to the mirror. She frowned, taking a closer look at the dark patch on her chest. What was it? A bruise? How did she get a bruise on her breast—
Memory flooded back and she flailed a hand to brace herself on the vanity.
She’d had sex with a stranger.
In an alley behind a bar.
With a stranger.
In an alley.
Behind a bar.
She lifted a shaky hand and pressed it against her forehead. It couldn’t be true. Maybe she’d dreamt it. Alcohol made you dream funny things, right? Maybe she’d got the bruise walking into something. Sex with strangers in alleys was not something she did. Ever.
Robotically, she turned off the shower and walked naked into the bedroom. She picked up the phone beside the bed and punched in the number from memory. It began to ring, and she winced.
“Amanda speaking.”
Karen cleared her throat. “Mandy?” she said pitifully. Her friend laughed.
“Feeling a bit delicate this morning, huh? Have a hot shower and some coffee, it’ll help.”
“Yeah…uh, that’s
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