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.
Seth Andrews was going to bed this beauty before the sun came up and hopefully she would be receptive to the idea without much persuasion. So far his chances were looking pretty good.
She gave him a serene smile which revealed she was well aware of the effect she was having on him. The softness of her voice played like a melody in his ear. "Well, the truth be known, you remind me of someone I used to know and I couldn't resist."
His piercing blue eyes sent chills down her cold spine. Tatiana had surveyed his tall muscular frame from across the bar with pure lust for more than an hour. The slender nose, the crooked grin, the high forehead, all seemed so familiar. She had a pressing urge to run her fingers through his short and stylish chestnut waves. The handsome lawyer could be a dead ringer for her ex and she had already decided that he would look good immortal. She wasn't walking out of this nightclub without him. Her mind was made up. What Tatiana wanted, Tatiana got.
Seth could recall very little about their night together... other than the coolness of her alabaster skin as he glided his hands along the length of her long legs. He remembered holding them apart by a pair of red fuck-me stilettos. Not to mention the spectacular act of fellatio she so gloriously bestowed upon his grateful penis.
Why couldn't he remember anything after that? He felt like he'd been in a barroom fight. The woman had to be an animal in the sack. From the looks of the claw marks up and down his chest and arms, he assumed that he had returned the favor. His back felt like a kitten's scratching post.
Too bad he hadn't been sober enough to witness her in action. Perhaps she'd give him another chance and maybe he could manage to remain sober enough to slow her down a bit. He couldn't meet up with clients looking like he'd been beat up by a pussy cat.
Seth sensed movement behind him and quickly turned his head to see his mysterious bed partner standing at the foot of the bed looking like a dark goddess. She wore a black silk kimono which hugged her curves. The fabric accentuated erect nipples sitting high upon round firm breasts.
Raven tresses fell softly about her shoulders and her red lips were just as luscious as he remembered in contrast to her translucent, flawless skin. He became hard again despite the dull pain he was experiencing in his groin.
She spoke to him in a voice so seductive that even the wildest of beasts would kneel at her feet. "Good morning, my darling. I trust you slept well last night?" Dark mysterious eyes focused on his growing interest in her as he rolled over to admire the ravishing beauty.
He attempted to stretch his sore muscles and winced. "Apparently last night I was feeling no pain... but I can't say that now." He placed his hands across the broad span of his chest and grinned slightly. "What the hell did we do last night?"
He continued to stare at his exotic hostess. "I'm not in the habit of drinking until I lose my memory." He raised one eyebrow. "I assume we had a good time... am I right?"
There was an evilness in the way she tilted her head to smile at him. "You don't remember?" She leaned seductively against the bedpost and whispered. "You were an animal."
