The Morning After

Kevin Volchok looked at his watch. It was quarter past four and a dull throbbing enveloped his head. He checks under the covers, no underwear. He smiles. The toilet flushing attracts his attention. He lies there patiently, anticipating for the emergence of the mystery girl in his bathroom.

You see, Volchok was to wasted last night to remember who he had taken home with him, but that was the fun of drinking, the aniticipation the next morning to find out what had happened. The girl softly hums. 'Pretty voice' he thinks to himself.

He see's her silouhette, 'mmm, nice hips, long legs', he mumbles.

"Whats that?" the girl asks. A brunette he always had a thing for brunettes.

"Karen..." he says hesitantly.
"Yeah?" she replies, Volchok smiles, he obviously didn't drink enough if he could remember her name.
"You stayin or goin?" he asks, while sparking up a smoke.
Karen turns around, her hands are up agianst her left ear, she's putting on her earrings.
"I don't know, you want me to stay or go?"
Volchok looks at her, he checks her out. She was a looker alright. Her smooth tanned legs were met with small black panties. She's topless.

"Come here." No point in small talk. Volchok knew what he wanted.
Karen strides over to his bed, Volchok is eye level with her flat belly. she smelt good. like cigerettes and sex, strange combination but to him, nothin smelt better. He grabs her waist and pulls her down, like organised chaos she falls into his arms and his hand swiflty glides her face into his. He kisses her. She lets out a soft moan, and he recognised that moan, every girl had their own unique sounds like an animal, and that moan meant one thing.

He throws her down onto the bed, her arms still wrapped around his neck. He roughly pulls off her underwear, he could hear some of the stitching pop. She didn't care. This wasn't going to be some slow lovemaking session, this was going to be a nice and hard romp. and Karen, well she loved every minute of it.

He could feel her eyes on him, waiting for him to say something sweet. God, just leave already he thought. He takes another drag from his cigerette smothers it in the ashtray, and turns around to face her. Karen's eyes light up. Volchok pulls her on top of him and kisses her passionately, their tongues dancing together, his hand massages her down there, she moans that desperate moan. he pushes her off him and gets up.

"Gotta go babe, got shit to do, you know how it is." He called that 'the last act of passion' before he booted any girl from his place. Give em one last thing to remember him by and out they go.

Karen's mouth tightens. She knew he had given her want she wanted, just like she gave it all to him, but to be asked to leave. What an insult. She suddenly felt cheap. But there was no point in arguing. She got up and put on her clothes. He was standing there, cigerette hanging from his lips, eyes to the ground with a smirk on his face. as she reaches the door, she stops and looks at him. His crystal eyes meet hers and for a second, just a second, she felt that she could really fall for him, and all he had to do was smile. Volchok had more important things to deal with right now. Marissa was due to get to his place at any moment.