Tessa woke with a headache. It didn't hurt too much if she remained motionless, but every time she moved her head it started throbbing. She finally opened her eyes, looked around, and realized she was in a room she didn't recognize.
That's when she noticed she was naked. She couldn't remember where she was or how she got there, but she did recall that she got very drunk the night before. For a moment she panicked and worried that she'd gone home with a stranger and had sex, but she could tell from the way her body felt that she hadn't humiliated herself in that particular way.
Her mouth tasted like she'd thrown up at some point overnight. Her bladder was painfully full. She looked around and saw the door to a bathroom, so she forced herself to get out of bed to relieve herself, then rinse the foul taste from her mouth. The sound of the toilet flushing let the home's owner know she was awake.
"Hello, Tessa," said a young man who walked into the room. He took a good, long look at her naked body, prompting her to run back to bed and pull the blankets high enough to cover herself.
"You must feel like crap right now," the man said. "Wait here. I'll get some aspirin." He left the room, returning a minute later with a bottle of aspirin and a large glass of water. He also carried a mug of black coffee.
"This should help you feel better, Tessa," the man said. She swallowed the pills, drank the glass of water, then began to sip the coffee.
"Do you remember my name?" the man asked.
Tessa thought she should know his name, but most of what happened last night was a blank. "I'm sorry. I don't remember," she said.
"Not surprising," he said. "You got pretty drunk. We had a very nice conversation, and I told you my name is Burt. You told me a lot of very interesting things, but I can understand why you don't remember. Do you always drink that much? You could barely walk when you got into my car."
"I don't know why I drank so much last night," Tessa lied. "Where are my clothes? I want my clothes."
"You got barf all over them. Do you remember puking into my toilet last night? I did my best to keep you from getting it in your hair, but you got it all over your shirt and pants. I threw everything in the washer. It's hanging up to dry."
Tessa tried to remember what had happened, but most of the memory was gone. She vaguely recalled flirting with some boys and being pleased that they flirted back. She remembered dancing. She remembered they bought her several drinks. She vaguely remembered that people had been laughing at her because she was so drunk. The rest of the evening was a blur.
"I think I can help you remember what happened," Burt said.
He got out his cell phone and began playing a video. Tessa took the cell phone and saw a recording of her dancing wildly. It was obvious that she was drunk. Tessa gave a flirty look to the camera, then lifted her shirt and flashed her boobs.
"Those are very nice titties," said a voice Tessa recognized as belonging to Burt.
"Prime beef," said another man.
"They'd look even better wrapped around my cock," said a third man.
The video played on and Tessa's dance got even wilder. She turned her back to the camera, pulled down her pants, and waved her bare butt at the camera.
"Somebody's in a good mood," Burt said.
"I think she wants something from you, Burt," said the second man.
"She rubbed my cock while she was sitting on my lap," Burt said. "She said she'd let me fuck her. But I don't think she actually wants it. She's a dickteaser. Loves to get guys hard, make them think she'll fuck them, then run away. She wants to give us boners, that's all."
"We shouldn't let her get away with that," the third man said. "We should take her somewhere and fuck the hell out of that hot piece of ass. Teach her a lesson about cockteasing."
"I agree we should teach her a lesson, but I'm not crazy about the idea of fucking a girl when she's this drunk," Burt said. "And there will be no gang rape tonight. That's a felony, guys. I like to avoid committing felonies if I can possibly avoid it."
"Fine. Whatever," the second man said. "What should we do?"
Tessa watched the video showing her dancing. She watched herself give Burt a piercing look as she ran her hands up and down her body.
"Any second now she's going to pass out," Burt told his friends. "When she does, I want you guys to help carry her to my car. I'll take her home so she can sleep it off. Tomorrow, when she's sober, I'll teach her what happens to cockteasers."
"If you insist," the third man said. "I'd prefer getting a piece of that myself, but my girlfriend is giving me the stinkeye. You can have her, Burt. You're her favorite."
At about that time, Tessa watched the video show her stagger off the dance floor and plop down on Burt's lap. "Did you like my dance, Ben?" she said with a slur.
"You forgot my name already," Burt said with a chuckle. "My name's Burt. Not Ben. Burt. Yes, Tessa, I liked your dance. I especially liked it when you flashed me."
"You like my tits?" Tessa asked.
"Sure," Burt said. "Big. Perky. What's not to like?"
"Would you like to get a closer look?" she asked.
"That's a great idea," Burt said.
"I need a ride home," Tessa said. "If you drive me back to my dorm, I'll show you my tits."
"I like the sound of that," Burt said.
"How do you like this?" Tessa asked. The camera showed her giving Burt a hot, passionate kiss. It was obvious that she was sticking her tongue so far down his throat that she could probably tell what brand of beer he was drinking. The microphone picked up the sound of Burt's two friends snickering as Tessa made a fool of herself.
"Yeah, 'Ben.' How do you like that?" one of them said, laughing.
The camera showed Tessa kissing Burt again, and again, and finally, she sat back and belched.
"I think it's time to take you home," Burt said.
"Not yet," Tessa said. "I'll give you a lapdance first." Tessa jumped up and began giving a sloppy lapdance that ended with her grinding her ass against Burt's hard cock.
