Nick slipped out of Becca's bed, careful not to wake her. He studied her sleeping form for a moment, wondering if last night had been a mistake. He knew she'd really been too drunk for it- but she'd said she wanted him- her body definitely had, but he didn't know that she'd even remember what had happened. He knew he should have said no, but he'd wanted her for so long- he couldn't resist her intoxicated invitation. He put his clothes back on and smoothed down his hair, smiling at his reflection in the mirror. Becca had been a lot wilder than he'd expected- he didn't know if it was the alcohol or if that's the way she always was. He'd quickly decided he'd like another chance to see- but first he had to figure out what Becca could remember about last night.
He went into her kitchen, getting a glass of water and some aspirin. He walked back into her room, setting the glass on her nightstand. "Bec, c'mon.. wake up."
Becca groaned and pulled the pillow over her head. Where was she and who was talking to her?
Nick lightly gripped her shoulder and shook her very gently. "C'mon Bec."
Becca moved the pillow and squinted at the fuzzy outline of the person sitting on the edge of her bed. Why would Nick be here now? "Nick?"
"Yeah. Mornin'. Or well, Afternoon." he said, handing her the aspirin and water.
"Thanks." she mumbled, swallowing the aspirin and gulping down the water. She set the glass down, "I can't believe I drank that much last night."
"So, you do remember last night?" he asked.
Becca tried to think for a moment, then put her hands to her head and grimaced. "I don't know.. but to feel this bad, it had to be a lot!" She lay back in the pillows. "Why do you seem okay? You were drinking, too."
'At least she knows I was there.' he thought. "Yeah, but I stopped way before you did, and I didn't do all those shots like you did."
"Shots.... shots..." Becca tried to recall which ones she'd done. "The only shot I remember doing was sucking that blow job out of the glass over that guy's dick.." she stopped for a second, and suddenly realized who the guy had been. "Oh god, that was you!!"
Nick nodded. He'd been sure he'd have to bolt to the bathroom for quick relief after having to lie down on stage and hold a shot glass in place on his cock while Becca sucked the drink out. He'd watched her so intently, wanting to memorize exactly how she looked on her hands and knees, leaning over him- her breasts about to tumble out of her tight, low cut top, her tongue snaking in and out of the glass while the crowd chanted "suck it!".. he could feel himself beginning to get turned on again just thinking about it.
Becca sighed, "Okay, it's beginning to come back to me."
Nick wondered how much was coming back- like the part of her asking him to go to the bar with her or for him to come back to her place. "You remember the strip tease on the table?"
Becca covered her face with her hands, "I really did that? I was hoping I just imagined that part."
"No, you actually did it. And you actually had every guy in the room wanting to buy your drinks and take you home with them. And you even had one marriage proposal if I remember correctly." he chuckled.
