James awoke with a start, recoiling as the pain of one shot too many struck him in the temple. He groaned as he lightly rested his head back on his pillow. He was drenched in sweat. 'What the hell happened last night?'
Slowly, he began piecing the events of the evening together. Meeting the guys at the bar, shot overload, getting to the club. All seemed well thus far. Visions of raised eyebrows and grinding hips flashed in front of his eyes. A cherry red lip being bitten...
He gingerly raised his head and opened his eyes to survey the damage. He was in his room. 'Result!' He was alone. 'Shit!' His sheets were positively soaking. Had he been so drunk that he wet himself? He gave a tentative sniff. That wasn't sweat.
His curiosity rose, he smelt the unmistakable scent of a woman in his bed. His thoughts drifted back to Julie, bent over this very bed less than 24 hours earlier, her tits hypnotising as they swung back and forth. He shook his head. This couldn't have been her. It was too long after the fact and she definitely wouldn't have come back for seconds the way he treated her afterwards.
He sat up. His clothes were strewn over the room - standard after a night out, but something else caught his eye. A navy blue pair of laced panties hung over the handle of one of his drawers. He closed his eyes, flashes of a moonlit striptease from a mystery woman flooded his subconscious.
James' phone beeped, waking him from his reverie. He searched for his trousers. Somehow kicked as far away from the bed as humanly possible, he crawled out of his watery pit and stumbled across his room. His phone beeped again as he fished the phone from his pockets
3 messages; Fab, Unknown Number, Izzy
1 Picture Message;
Going through his messages, Fab's opened up first.
"Please tell me I didn't just see you leave with Izzy and another bird? You, bello, have some explaining to do!" - Fab
'You're telling me?!' thought James. Izzy? The moonlit strip, the lips? Was that her? More images started coming back to him. Incredible tits in his face, a quivering pussy, someone else hand on his cock as she stripped in front of him... 'HOLY SHIT! Who else was here last night? Did he just have a drunken threesome?!' He slapped his head, trying to loosen some memories. Who else was here last night? He moved on to the next message.
"We had a sick night bitches! x" - Unknown
The irony of The Hangover reference registered with James as he moved on to the next message.
"Wow! See you at work x" - Izzy
A face wide grin hit his lips, he wasn't one to ignore good reviews, even if he couldn't remember the performance.
He went to open the picture message. A warning popped open.
'You are opening a large file, this may take time to download." Stupid Phone!
The picture started opening on his screen. Row by row, the pixels started to take shape. It was the back of a car of some sort. The picture downloaded further. The brunette crown of Izzy's head began to appear. Agonisingly slowly, the image descended further, revealing a teasing expression on the half Italian beauty's face.
Another head began to appear, this time blonde. Holly? He remembered dancing with the two waitresses in the club. Had he taken them both to bed? The blonde head was frizzy, untamed. Holly never went without a brush and and a bobble to keep her hair neat. He must have really done a number on...
That's not Holly! The download started to pick up speed as the youthful visage of Lauren, the receptionist from DDDesigns appeared. 'Oh fuck!'
He sat back down on the bed. Gold sequins shimmering through his mind. This was a mistake, a fucking huge one! How would he explain this if it ever got out? Dany would be well within her rights to rescind the job offer! 'Shit!'
He looked back at the phone, the photo had continued to download while he questioned his sanity. The girls had obviously left, shared a cab, and decided to take a selfie together. Izzy's outstretched arms, pushed her breasts together magnificently, onto which Lauren's head perched gently, devilishly grinning up at the lens. He remembered the taxi driver from the previous night and laughed to himself.
The picture had finished downloading. James surveyed it one last time, at the very bottom of the image, he spotted something that made his cock swell almost instantly. He followed Lauren's arm down from her slender neck to the elbow that rested on Izzy's thigh. Coming back on itself, James followed her forearm, he noticed that Lauren's hand was out of shot, hidden by a swath of deep blue cloth from Izzy's dress. Looking across at the panties hanging on his dresser, he knew exactly where her hand was!
As the pieces of the night started falling into place, James couldn't help becoming more aroused again at the thought of what had transpired in his room last night. In HIS room. A threesome? James Sharp just had a threesome with two beautiful girls, either of which he would have counted himself lucky to get a sniff of one their own. What the actual fuck? He stripped his bed and tidied his room, savouring a quick sniff of Izzy's panties as he placed them in his bag with his work things. He was looking forward to reuniting them with their owner.
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Cycling into Giorgio's that afternoon had helped clear James' head. To much had happened over the past few days for his hungover head to deal with that morning. He tied up his bike and headed inside to get ready.
Exiting the bathroom, James headed to the bar, trying to ignore that Fab's eyes had been boring a hole into his head from the moment he'd arrived. He'd not go so far as asking him directly in front of the other staff, but he knew he was going to be grilled by the end of the night.
"Hi James" a (now slightly overly) familiar voice sounded over his shoulder. Izzy had just arrived for her shift. He couldn't help but look at her and grin, mentally picturing her undressing in the moonlight. She blushed as though reading his thoughts. She wore her usual work uniform, her dark hair tied up in a bun. Her black shirt unbuttoned enough to show the slightest hint of bra, her legs were covered by her tights and a tight skirt. Who could resist?
"So it looks like you made a friend last night?" he asked teasingly.
Her blush grew a shade darker. "You can say that again! Interesting girl, that one!" She unconsciously bit her lip as she processed a memory. "Where did you know her from?"
James detected she was a little more than curious about her bed partner from the night before. "She's the receptionist at the company I'm going to work for. I only met her yesterday" he told her. "I'm really looking forward to working with her." They shared a nervous laugh. "Interesting selfie you sent through this morning, mind?" He teased, recalling Lauren's hand snaking between Izzy's thighs.
Her blush failed to conceal her embarrassment, confirming James' suspicions. As the memories of the previous evening flooded back this afternoon, he had recalled Lauren's small hands groping Izzy's breasts from behind as she nuzzled her neck and the cries of pleasure it had brought at the time. "By the way.." James added, snapping them both out of there reverie. "I have a present to return to you later" pulling the a dark blue material slightly from his pocket.
Regaining her composure, she shot him a conspiratorial smile and winking. "I look forward to receiving it." She said. "It's been a bit draughty in here today!" She turned on her heel and wonder whether she was just teasing him, or whether she genuinely wasn't wearing any panties tonight.
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