DENIM POV
My head is pounding as if someone is shaking it furiously. I slowly look around and see an all too familiar setting. I gradually rise off the disgusting floor, which is soaking in beer, and glance around the living room, I see a naked woman unconsciously lying under a herd of unruly people. The mysterious thought of why she is laying on the floor instead of my own comfortable bed incessantly crosses my mind. All of the sudden, the painstaking sound of the ringing telephone upstairs interrupts stream of thoughts.
Trying desperately to stop the painstaking sound of the telephone, my foot slips in a pool of rancid vomit that has garnished my kitchen floor. The nauseating smell of it overtakes my weakened body and I am in a state of utter disgust. After I peel my inebriated body off of the kitchen floor, I pick up the phone in order to hear the sound of the end of my life. It's the woman who makes all my decisions and holds my fragile life in the palm of her hand - my manager Rachel. A sharp pain consumes my body like like a knife stabbing me in the stomach.
The sound of her voice repeating in my head reminds me that she will be home in less than five hours. She unhesitatingly hangs up the phone without giving me a chance to stall her. It seemed as though she knew what my and I was sign up for. I carried the girl on my shoulder and took her to the guest room.
I rapidly start to clean up the swarm of rotten food and skunked beer. Lysol absolves the potent smell of alcohol, and within two hours the house is looking brand new. It is already half passed five, seeming as though the time flew by, I anxiously look out the window. Goosebumps quickly encase my skin as I start to feel queasy. Rachel walks in the large front door and slowly enters the kitchen. My palms start to sweat and my heart is fiercely pounding, yet they notice nothing.
" Where is she? in harsh tone
" Where is who?
" Look, I know what you are up to? a big headline of you and model Patricia spotted at your house is going all over the news. Denim I had enough with your scandal. "
I began to recalling everything in my mind what happened last night?
FLASH BACK
again, as before, she unzipped my fly, took out my penis, and put it in her mouth. The one thing different from before was that she did not take off her own clothing. She wore Kumiko's dress the whole time. I tried to move, but it felt as if my body were tied down by invisible threads. I felt myself growing big and hard inside her mouth.
I saw her fake eyelashes and curled hair tips moving. Her bracelets made a dry sound against each other. Her tongue was long and soft and seemed to wrap itself around me. Just as I was about to come, she suddenly moved away and began slowly to undress me. She took off my jacket, my tie, my pants, my shirt, my underwear, and made me lie down on the couch. Her own clothes she kept on, though. She sat on the bed, took my hand, and brought it under her dress. She was not wearing panties. My hand felt the warmth of her vagina. It was deep, warm, and very wet. My fingers were all but sucked inside. …
There is nothing so sexy as seeing a solid young dyke coming with her legs bent in a diamond shape, feet together, and one of those Hitachi camping flashlights, those Hitachi huge-eyed deep-sea exotic fishes, doing its blunt tireless thing in her Marianas Trench. I risked being seen, emboldened by how loud the vibrator was, timing my mastur-strokes to the shaking of her knees and the somewhat Zen-like whooshing of her breathing, and when she began to come for the second time I did in fact stop time for an instant and laid my dick in her palm and closed my fist around her fist, and squeezed on it so tightly my knuckles turned yellow, sliding within my skin in and out of her grip. As the inexorability of my class began I pulled down on my glasses so that she and I were living conterminously, and as she came I released one-liners of sperm up her forearm and then squeezed the last semi-painful droplets of my orgasm out on her curled fingers. I let her just begin to register the fact of my cooling slime on her arm after she finished coming herself before I stopped time and toweled her off and ...
" YOU ARE GOING TO BALI! I HAVE BOOKED YOUR FLIGHT TICKET!! she said but I didn't realize why is she saying that.
" Denim! do you heard what I am saying?
I jerked up and realize she was Rachel not Patricia.
" Why you am I going to Bali?
" Because the mess you have created I need to clean and it's better for you to be not present here . "