Seth woke up groggy and confused. He quickly became aware he had absolutely no idea where he was.
Burgundy satin sheets were tangled around his naked frame. He quickly sat up and looked down at his muscular physique to find it riddled with red welts and scratch marks. He shook his head, attempting to clear the cobwebs and tried to recall exactly what happened the night before. How did he end up naked and looking like he'd been in a cat fight in some stranger's bedroom?
The room was opulent, tastefully decorated and definitely feminine. He peered into the open door of a large walk-in closet. There were burgeoning racks of stylish female clothing and rows upon rows of high heeled shoes neatly lined up. Yeah, he was definitely in some broad's bedroom... but whose?
Obviously she had money and good taste but he still had no recollection of meeting anyone or what he had done the night before. Seth began to panic. He'd been drunk many times in his life but never to the point of blacking out. It was enough to make him knock off the boozing forever... if he could ever find his way out of this room.
He swung his legs over the side of the bed and tried to stand up. Feeling dizzy and disorientated he quickly sat down and grabbed one of the hand carved bedposts to steady himself. What the hell did he drink anyway?
He felt weak, like he was going to pass out so he fell back on the bed, face up. It startled him to see his own naked image staring back from the mirrored canopy. Obviously he'd had sex with a woman in this bed the night before. He couldn't remember getting the life fucked out of him underneath this mirror. If anyone needed to check into the Betty Ford Clinic right now, it was Seth Andrews.
He gazed up at his ghostly form and grimaced. "Goddamn Seth, you need to get some sun!" Now he was talking to himself in somebody else's bed, somewhere in "Where the fuck am I land?". He continued to stare at his battered body hovering eerily above him in total disbelief.
On just about any day, Seth could easily attract any woman he wanted but right now he looked like road kill that had been left out on the hot pavement too long. Except... he wasn't warm. In fact he was freezing. He blew out a puff of air and he could see his own breath. Other than being inside of a meat locker once when he was a kid, he'd never recalled any room being this cold. He pulled the sheets around his shivering body and hugged himself for some warmth.
Think you stupid bastard - think! What had he done? Where did he go? What was the last thing he remembered doing? He was still wearing his Rolex - so he knew he hadn't been rolled. He checked the date to see that it was Sunday, November first and it was three in the afternoon. What the hell? He'd had this watch since he graduated from law school twelve years ago and it never lost a minute in time. He was almost hoping that was the case... but he knew otherwise.
Looking at the image of his battered body was more than he could handle so he rolled over on his side and wrapped the sheets tighter around his aching frame. From the way he felt, he must have been doing some very strenuous activity last night because he had muscles aching he didn't even know he owned.
He pulled his knees up tightly against his body and cringed at the shooting pain in the left side of his groin. He anxiously grabbed at his genitals and breathed a sigh of relief. Yep, they were still there. At least she didn't bite his dick off!
Suddenly, a flashback of getting the best blow job of his life hit him like a ton of bricks. He labored to bring back the recollections of last night. He remembered the oral sex - how could he forget it? This chick could suck the chrome off a tailpipe with no problem. He lay across her bed and allowed the memories to flood back as he fought off the dull ache that was invading his chilled body.
Last night was Halloween. He'd agreed to meet with some former clients at a posh Hollywood night spot on Wilshire Blvd to celebrate a civil case he'd successfully settled for them out of court.
The Goldsteins had money and connections so he could hardly afford to pass up the chance to gain favor with them. His brand new Porsche was eating up his savings since the market crashed. He might as well drum up some business and enjoy himself while he was at it. Being a workaholic did have its perks.
The evening's entertainment turned out to be Sade and he was mesmerized by her exotic beauty and the rich velvety sound of her voice. He'd only planned on staying for one drink and wound up staying long after his clients left to enjoy the laid back atmosphere of the club.
Sade was still as beautiful as he remembered her to be. The music took him back to his college days as she crooned the words to "Smooth Operator" into the microphone as he sipped on a single malt scotch, neat.
That was the moment he noticed her - the sultry vixen with the talented mouth and bright red lips. He vividly recalled those red lips wrapped tightly around his throbbing cock. The vision in his head was making his painful groin twitch. At the moment his balls felt like they'd been sucked inside out but it sure felt good while she was doing it. Now the vision was coming back vividly.
He watched as she approached him like a jungle cat on the prowl from across the dance floor. Her svelte
body was draped in a skin tight sheath of red velvet and her dark pageboy gleamed blue/black under the soft barroom lighting. Her deep brown eyes peered into his steel blue ones with an unscrupulous desire. He could feel her sensuality all the way down to his core. This woman was born to fuck and he was certain she knew it too.
He gave her a grin as she slipped onto the high barstool next to him and placed her elbows on the polished table. "Well hello there." was all he managed to eke out but it was done with as much debonair charm as he could muster. His dick was going to be doing all the thinking for him tonight.
He managed to keep a cool façade as she gazed at him with hypnotic dark eyes. She lowered her thick lashes and sighed. Her voice was sultry. "You're probably not going to believe this but I normally don't make a habit of meeting strange men in bars." His dick stiffened with each word that poured forth from between those pouty red lips as she held out her slender hand. "My name's Tatiana Du Bois."
"Well Tatiana Du Bois, I'm pleased you decided to break your habit." He lifted her long fingers adorned with bright red nails to his lips and kissed them lightly. Chivalry was still alive and well in the City of Angels. "Seth Andrews... and the pleasure is truly mine."
He winked as she coyly slipped her fingers from his grasp. A seductive smile exposed a hint of perfect white teeth. He could already picture her naked, on top of him, doing very bad things. His Armani trousers could barely contain his arousal.
