Hello readers, Authors note here;
Bit of a hard one, this has been pestering my brain for a while and I decided to write it down, I hope you like it and please don't judge it too harshly, I have another chapter to write which I hope will explain all, please leave comments as I really love the feedback and quite often use your help.
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Fliccy.
I woke up with a pounding headache, my mouth felt like it was full of rabbit fur and as dry as the Sahara, gummy eyed, I cracked open one eye and let out a small whimper as sunlight from a window hit it like a spear.
"Ugh, that was painful," I muttered to myself as I tried to remember where the hell I was.
For starters, I knew I wasn't home, I dared opening my eyes again, this time looking at the floor to avoid that lancing stream of sunlight, it was still bright, but bearable as I focused on the carpeted floor, 'bland carpet' I noted.
The fitted bedside table had my glasses on it, I put them on and things cleared up, raising my eyes a bit more I realised I was in a hotel room and very naked in its bed, all hotel rooms have that similar feel and look to them.
The sound of the shower filtered into my foggy brain and a few things snapped into place.
Me naked in a hotel room bed, someone in the rooms shower, distinct soreness in my downstairs..."OH SHIT, not again." I swore at myself with a resigned sigh of annoyance at my stupidity.
Choices.... Find my clothes and make a run for it before whoever it was came out of the shower, stay as I was and wait to see who I'd fucked last night or be a total slut and go jump in the shower with him or her.
Option 'A' didn't sound too smart, if it was someone I knew from the office I needed to know, option 'C' was a nonstarter, I wasn't about to make my apparent slut like behaviour look even worse.
So I made sure I was covered up by the single sheet and waited nervously, looking around the room as I did, trying desperately to piece things together.
Empty champagne bottle, okay, that figures as I already knew I had gotten drunk, some of my clothes and his strewn around the room, Male then, those were definitely a man's clothes.
The scent of him was present too, I should have noticed that sooner, men smell very differently to women, especially after sex, the room positively reeked of man, lightly underscored by my own perfume.
I had been at a meeting yesterday with the various heads of department and we had run late, I remembered that, then we had gone to a bar and had a few drinks, fine so far, then a club and that was pretty much it, as far as I could remember.
The shower cut off and I focused on the bathroom door, unconsciously holding my breath.
Gerry stepped out towelling his unruly brown hair and I gulped, Gerry was nice enough, but well into his forties, for me at twenty two, he wasn't the kind of man I went for, he was overweight, had a pudgy nose and slightly squinty eyes, all in all, not a very attractive man.
He noticed I was awake and sitting up in the bed, clutching the sheet around my nakedness, "Morning Flick, the others have gone to get some breakfast, you coming?" he asked in a totally casual manner as if me naked in a bed was perfectly normal and we often got breakfast together.
I wasn't sure what to say until something he had said filtered through to my still befuddled brain, "Others.?" I half squeaked out, 'oh god no, please say I didn't', I prayed silently.
Gerry nodded and grinned at me, "yeah...don't you remember?"
His grin told me he had half expected me not too.
I shook my head feeling a mixture of shame, agitation and worry, "err, erm, who?" I finally dared to ask him as he was pulling on his trousers.
Gerry shrugged and flashed me a nasty grin, "come down and get breakfast, you'll find out then." He said as he buttoned up his shirt and slipped on his shoes while I glared at him angrily.
"Hey, it's not like you didn't have fun, frankly I'm amazed at how cock hungry you were." He stated as he noticed my fuming look.
I looked around for something to throw at him, but there wasn't anything so I settled for another withering glare, at which he only smiled.
He didn't bother to speak, just gave me a cheery wave and left the room.
I buried my head in my hands as soon as he was gone, "Oh god, what have I done." I groaned into my hands.
******
I pulled myself together in the shower, my large pale breasts were bruised with finger marks where someone had squeezed them too hard, my right knee was grazed and stung, I had more bruises on my inner and outer thighs, while the soreness in both my front and backdoors told me I had let 'them' do me in both places.
THEM, more than one, multiple men, it went round and round my head as I towelled off.
I found my handbag on the floor next to a small coffee table that had dried semen on it, guessing I had been fucked on or over that table, I picked up my bag and refused to look at the table again.
Locating my clothes was harder, I found my jacket and skirt easily enough, both were by the door, my blouse was next to the bed and a stained ruin, it looked like they had used my very expensive silk blouse to wipe their cocks on, "Pigs." I muttered as I threw it in the bin.
As to my panties, I couldn't find them and had a sick feeling one of them had kept them as a prize.
The loss of my knickers was troublesome, I tended to wear short skirts as while I'm very pale skinned I do have nice legs and like to show them off, so while I still had my skirt, there was a real risk of me unintentionally flashing my ass or rosy gold pubes. Not a massive risk as I do tend to keep my legs together when I sit, get out of a car etc. Stairs would be the main worry on that score.
My jacket was fine to wear without a blouse, it buttoned up in a straight line all the way to my neck if I so wished, which is exactly what I did.
Without all my usual stuff at hand, I tied my long reddish blonde hair up into a bun, a quick check in the mirror told me I at least looked like the professional PA I was meant to be.
I wiggled my feet into my D&G heels and slung my handbag over my shoulder as I left the room and headed for the hotel's restaurant.
To say I was nervous about who would be at the breakfast table would be a massive understatement, butterflies were doing loop the loops in my tummy as I walked into the room and searched the tables for Gerry and whoever her might be sat with.
My curiosity and need to know who precisely I had been with overcame my desire to go home and wallow in shameful self-pity.
My mouth formed a little 'o' as my jaw dropped slightly when I spotted them, Gerry was sat with Kyle, David, Roger and Kelly, they were laughing and joking around as they guzzled coffee and stuffed their faces with bacon, toast and eggs.
Kelly wasn't that much of a surprise, office rumours had her as a massive slut and from what I could see, she was perfectly comfortable among the men, touching their hands or shoulders as she talked in an animated fashion, most likely about what we had all done last night, which, to my frustration, I still couldn't remember.
I was just about to turn around and leave when Kyle spotted me and shouted out my name, "Felicity, over here." He said far too loudly, making me wince as numerous heads turned to look at me.
Head down and grumbling to myself, I weaved through the tables to join them.
The coffee was very welcome and I drank my first cup quickly as the others chatted around me, hardly bothering to say much directly at me other than a normal "good morning."
The shower had cleared away most of my fuzziness, the coffee brushed away most of the last, stealing myself I looked at Kyle, I knew him best out of the them, he was head of resource management and I had even worked on a couple of projects with him.
"Kyle?"
His gaze fell on me and I felt myself blush, "Yeah Flick?" he replied with a soft smile and questioning look.
I glanced around the table, a little nervy about saying it in front of them all, I swallowed and took a hold of myself, "what exactly happened last night? I don't remember."
Everyone seemed to grin, titter or gawk, except Kyle, he looked me directly in the eyes.
"Ah, I see," he nodded and rubbed at his chin, "well, in that case, you are probably thinking you had sex with us?"
I nodded shamefully, but something about the way he said it made me hope, "Are you saying I didn't?" I asked in a small but hopeful tone.
They all nodded except Kelly.
Kelly took my hand and gave it a small squeeze, "It was just you and me Hun, the guys watched, but that's it." She whispered softly so the other tables wouldn't hear.
I felt quite relieved, her big brown eyes looked sincere and I felt I could trust her, yet the evidence in the room suggested a sexual marathon, my sore and bruised body did the same.
That, along with the semen stains made me doubt her.
Kyle leaned forward, "It's true, look." He said as he handed me his phone with a picture of me and Kelly on it.
Sure enough there I was, stark-naked on all fours with Kelly behind me wearing what appeared to be a strap on, I flipped through the next few pictures, all Kelly fucking me with what was now clearly a double headed dildo, obscenely defined images of it in both my ass and vagina assaulted my eyes as I flipped through a few more.