Crushed
By DigitalAngelKC


"What's your name again?" she asked him, her brazen attitude was back.

"Gee thanks, ah" He went to say her name to make an example, but he couldn't remember her name.

She threw him a smart-ass smile and said, "Jeff, right? That's what you told me last night, right?"

"Ah, yeah... what's yours? Did you ever tell me?" he asked curiously.

"Um, I didn't tell you anything? Like Sam? Janie? Lisa? Nothing?" she wasn't sure what name she had given him.

"Nope, none of those sound familiar." he said as he wiped his body.

She too was toweling dry. "Oh. Too bad. I usually come up with something great that I'll go by for a few days when I'm high." she slipped. She didn't like to actually admit what she did.

She didn't look at him after her "high" comment.

"So, ah, too bad I didn't give you a fake name. That means I gave you my real name and that usually doesn't happen. She smiled, wrapped the towel around her body and left the bathroom.

"You didn't! I'd remember!" Jeff defended his memory. He couldn't accept the fact that he was that drunk. She didn't answer, but rather turned on the radio and started looking for her clothes.

"I recall you tearing off my blouse about here." she said standing near the door. She looked around and saw her shirt, lying in a small pile on the floor, ripped almost in half. She picked it up and shook it out and held it to her chest. "Um, I don't think I can ware this again" she commented under her breath.

Jeff watched her mover about the room, locating various clothing and accessory pieces; he couldn't remember her name for the life of him. He must have been in deep thought because the mysterious one night stand was standing in front of him wearing her thong and bra.

She walked around him, still wearing his soaked boxers, and pushed him over to the bed. She was singing a long to a song on the radio and begun to move to the rhythm.

He flopped on the bed, sitting with her in front. Jeff didn't realized what she was doing because he just sat there with a dazed look on his face, staring off in t nothing.
"Look, if you're not going to enjoy this lap dance, I might as well just go now." those words out of her mouth caught

his attention. She got onto the bed too, so she was straddling him "I'll remind you of my name when you buy me lunch" her movement was turning him on and he could see himself fucking her raw; his body even started throbbing for her. He put his hands on her back to pull her into kissing range, but she quickly pulled out of his reach.
It was a good thing she stopped because Jeff found himself lacking in self control around her.

"I need clothes, hun. Do you have anything I could ware with this skirt?" she pulled on the skirt from the night before and slid off her thong. She was up for wearing the skirt again, but no way in hell she's ware under ware, let alone a thong, for two days.

She looked through his bags, not waiting for an answer. She pulled out a white tank and went to the bathroom.
Jeff, dumb struck by his actions from the previous night, stayed sitting on the bed, contemplating things. His guest came out a few minutes later wearing the tank, but with a few altercations.

She had to cut some of the strap material off, since it was too big for her. She connected the two strap pieces with three safety pins on each side. The bottom of the tank had been ripped as to show her belly ring. And she made a 'v' shape in the front, a big on too, so she put two safety pins to keep the material somewhat together as to not expose her.

"Wow". A new voice said from the doorway.

"Ah, Shane... hi?" Jeff said awkwardly.

"HI Jeff! Have a good time last night?"

"EXCUSE ME buster! Just because we were both drunk and I'm a friggen hot ass chick does not mean we had hot monkey sex all night. For your information, he puked for over two hours! And I'm wearing his shirt because he puked on mine. I held his head when he almost passed out - he would have given himself a concussion and probably choked on his vomit... and I rubbed his back when he was dry heaving. OK?! She said cooly, but with her attitude.

"Sorry man. I didn't know you were that drunk, Jeff. You do look a little pasty... you have a bad hang over?" Shane quietly spoke

He can't even remember my name. So next time, don't.... wait! Where the hell is my friend, bitch?!" she yelled at him.

"Calm down girl! My head hurts and you're makin' it hurt." another voice stated.

She walked over to her friend and hugged her. "I passed out as soon as I sat on his bed...." she whispered disappointedly. Man and you actually picked great one night stand guys! I'm sooo bummin... no more drinkin. Anyway, I'm ok. How are you?"

"I'm, ah, not comin down or something. I'm still feelin way to ballzy for me."

"Hun, why the fuck did you take those?"

"Hun, why the fuck did you want to fuck the friggin' green goblin over there?" she replied, pointing to Shane.

They smiled at each other and walked over to the guys who were also chatting.

"Lunch boys. Let's go. We hungry and hung over." the second girl said. And they began to walk to the door. "I love your tank by the way... when did you start bringing a change of closes with you?" her friend asked jokingly.

"Ha-ha, I made it. Mine's destroyed." she couldn't lie to her best friend; there was no use in trying. However she could word things in a general manner as to not give away the truth without telling a lie. She was good at this too.

"What? There's a story, I want It." and they were out of ear shot from the guys.

"Jeff, why'd you pick those two anyways? I mean, neither one of us got any action? You puked and I laid in bed, wanting to take advantage... but.... MAN! Next time I'm pickin' the one night stand girls! Get dressed you nekked Nero."