I open my eyes and observe my unfamiliar surroundings. Where the hell am I?
Hm... It seems I'm in a bedroom, on a bed so soft. Quite a plain bedroom, I might add.
But this bed is luxurious.
My eyes land on the window. Ow, the sun is torturing me.
Damn, I have a headache. I must have been drunk...
What was I doing last ni-
Oh, my phone is ringing. Where the hell is it?
Under the bed? Oh my gosh, my arm can't reach it.
Seeing the pillow slipping, I realize I'm naked. Why am I- oh shit.
It feels like my body automatically jumps up.
Shit, I was with Preetam. And I was drunk. Damn. And I don't remember NONE OF IT.
Waaaaaait.
I gotta get my phooooone. But my head...
It surprises me that my body doesn't ache. That means the fucking wasn't great... Hm.
I just really like being manhandled. Karen, girl, you have issues.
Oh shit, I almost forgot about my phone.
Reaching, reaching, reaching... Shit, my arm. Falling, falling, falling...
"Ow."
Fell.
Now where's that fucking phone. Damn, the covers fell with me. Pushing these sheets aside- oh flowers...
Come on, K. Concentrate.
It's ringing!
I'll reach under and-
"Son of a bitch."
I just pushed that motherfucker in the fucking center where I can't fucking reach it unless I crawl under.
Nope, that's nasty. Nothing but my hands and legs will touch this muddy looking, hard ass carpet.
Where the fuck are my clothes? I'm just so pissed right now.
Hmm... I'll get that phone after I find my fucking clothes! I look like a fucking mouse running around this small room looking f- yay, my boy shorts! Oh, and my corset!
Wait... Where's Preetam? I just realized I didn't know where he is. Probably somewhere outside these doors.
How old is he again? 25 or something? Damn, I really drank a lot last night. A. LOT.
How about I just walk out this room and go ask this dude where my jeans are and leave.
With my head held high. Should I be ashamed of sleeping with a guy I just met? Hell nah. Damn this door is loud.
Shit wasn't even that great. I don't feel an-
OMG.
"Hi." A hot blond girl in pink lingerie says, probably has Irish parents. She's cooking something? Who is this b-
Wait... Oh, it's coming back to me.
At the club, I saw a stripper. Wait, no. It was two strippers. I think I made out with her. Ooooh yeah, and then after like my 5th bottle I told Preetam something.
Eh, whatever.
Ew. Ewwww. EWWWWW! Did I eat out a stripper who was rubbing her pum all over a disgusting pole?
"Hey." Lemme play this cool. I walk over and rest against the counter near her. "I can't remember your name."
She looks at me with big brown eyes. Her hair can't be naturally blond. She has brown eyebrows.
Damn, I am totally letting my mind wander. Stop it mind, we gotta solve something.
"It's Tristan. But you kept calling me Curly Top."
Oh... Her hair is very curly. Haha, how cute.
Oh shit, what did I say my name was.
"Did I tell you my name?"
She nods. "Yes, Karen."
Shit. Why do I hide my identity... Shit, liquor really fucks me up. Yeah, I hide it cuz I don't need the press in my business. They know I'm Karen but they don't need to know Karen likes fucking random girls and guys. K, get it together.
Ewwwww, I still don't know if I stuck my tongue in her.
Fuck am I beating around the bush for?
"Hey, Tristan. Did we have sex?"
Curly Top just has to nod. Just has to motherfucking nod.
"Eh, but you mostly fucked with Wanda."
Who is Wanda? Oh gawd, must be the other stripper.
"Is she Hispanic with the big titties?"
And she nods. Damn. Hmm... Her chest isn't that big but they long nice in her bra. She's the enemy, Karen. You probably stuck your tongue in that. But hey, maybe they're clean.
Naaaah.
"Hey..." I rest a hand on her soft, tan arm. I don't want to seem like I plan on offending her. She's kinda thin... "Did I go down on anyone? Tell me what happened."
Bright teeth are flashed at me. What's she smiling for?
"No. But in the club you were a big tipper. Told your friend to go hime. And then you came backstage with Wanda after making out with her-"
Oh, I made out with WANDA.
"And I was there. You were kinda drunk, but you managed to boss us around and tell us to do you 'favors'. Well all we did was suck on your tit-"
Why do drunk girls always want their boobs sucked on?
"And we had just fun with fingers and stuff. Now how you got here. Then you kinda passed out like a couple minutes later. We didn't know where you lived so we brought you to my place. You took off your clothes, started begging for your phone."
"I thought I was passed out?"
"You were in and out." She points out to me.
Oh.
That explains a lot.
"Ima leave soon."
Now she touches my arm.
"I'm making breakfast."
Oh no, I can't stay.
"I gotta go. I got work to take care of. But thank you so much for all you've done."
Where's my purse and my jeans.
"Where's my purse and my jeans?"
She frowns. "In the closet. I didn't search anything."
I didn't have nothing but my wallet in it. And I guess I blew every bill I had at the club.
Lemme just rush back to her room and get my stuff. It's right behind us anyway.
Oh shit, my phone!

I wash I could shrink and get it. But I can't cuz she'll walk in. Shit...