I didn’t know her name. I didn’t ask and she didn’t give it to me. The only thing I remember for certain is that she had a nose ring, a little black dress and a killer body…
The bed was soaked. I touched the small pool slowly seeping through the mattress with the tips of my fingers and put my hand up to my nose. My face screwed itself into a grimace- piss. Suddenly what she had told me made perfect sense.
“I had a bad dream,” she had mumbled, “I’m really sorry. I’ll clean it up. I promise.”
I kicked off the blanket. Fuck. My phone was dead and I had no idea what time it was. I pinched the bridge of my nose, closed my eyes. After a moment, I opened them again. Billy hadn’t been lying, the place was a mess. But that wasn’t my problem, it was a hotel room. Let the fucking cleaning lady deal with it.
As I dragged myself to the foot of the bed, I realised that one side of my boxers (the one closest to sleeping beauty over there) was sopping wet. Fuck. Tugging at her foot I told her she had to get up. Take a shower. Get the fuck out of there. Muttering something about her mother, she got up and stumbled towards the bathroom. I hadn’t only been drunk, she had a great body. Standing up as slowly as possible, so as not to subject myself to a bout of dizziness, I slipped off my boxers and followed her into the bathroom. She was already in the shower. When I slid back the frosted glass panel she turned to look at me. She had a strange look on her face. I ran my hand through my hair. Tried to smile. It must have worked because she smiled back. Even if a tad reluctantly. Seeing this as my green light, I climbed into the shower.
Pulling my hair back into a pony tail I looked over at her- Black bra, white panties. She was slipping on her little black dress. It was light out and the curtains were thin and so this was my first really good look at her. She wasn’t the prettiest but there was something attractive about her. As if sensing my gaze on her, she turned. She had that look on her face again. This time I didn’t try to smile.
“I’m still around for a bit,” I told her, “so you go on ahead. And oh, I hope you have a little transport money, ‘cos I don’t have any on me.”
She looked at me for a second, shook her head. “Its okay.”
Slipping on her heels and without another word, she left.
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