Page 9 of Beg Me

After grabbing some pain meds for my throbbing head and body, I start to pick up all the trash from the night before. Oh man, is that six bags of Taco Bell? We went all out. I can’t remember that at all. There’s an awful lot of clothes and lingerie on the ground for an innocent party.

It looks like my entire underwear drawer is laid out on the floor. I grab my phone and take some more videos. If you don’t document the wild night, did it really even happen?

“Ooouuuuccchhhhh…” Zander moans, sitting up slowly and grabbing his head before sliding off the counter he was lying on top of, failing to the floor.

I rush over to him, not wanting his puke all over my kitchen. I assume that’s the next step for him on this fun hangover journey. I grab under his arm, looping my arm around his back, and help him up.

All these squats are really helping, this man is twice my size. He leans on me without saying anything, just burying his head in my neck and moaning pitifully until I get him on the couch and flop him down next to Janice. His face nuzzling into my neck sends shivers through me.

*Ding

*Ding

Oh crap, what time is it? I had a meeting with one of my larger clients this morning, looking at the clock that reads nine a.m. I thank all the gods that I’m a naturally early riser. My call isn’t until 10:30 and I can just tell them I can’t do video today, all good.

I decide washing all of this grime off me is more important than cleaning my apartment. Walking into my bathroom, I turn the shower to full heat. This bathroom is my everything. Glass walls line a giant shower, it has tile seating along one whole side of it, five shower heads, and heated floors.

The tub is a Japanese soaking tub, meaning it’s square but deep enough that you can sit comfortably up to your neck in the water without scrunching your body down. When I moved in, Zander let me choose what he was going to upgrade. After the last owner moved out, Zander got my rent check and said he didn’t need it. He put the first six months of my rent payments into remodeling one big thing in the apartment.

Have I mentioned how lucky I am? I swear if life was a video game, my attributes would put luck at a ten for me. Like in Deadpool, I have the superpower of luck, and it’s awesome. (We will just keep ignoring Jayce always telling me luck isn’t a superpower, okay party pooper.)

I turn off all of the lights except the floor night light that glows nicely around the whole bottom perimeter of the bathroom. Ahhhh, much better for my throbbing head.

“Come on pills, kick in already,” I mutter to myself.

Pulling the shirt over my head, I catch a glimpse of myself in the huge mirror in the corner. My hair looks like a legit rat’s nest right now. I have‘Zander’s hoe’written in eyeliner across my chest, turning to my back I see that I have‘Jayce’s ass’written across my cheeks.

Great, what the fuck happened last night? This is a first for me, never have I ever had someone’s name written on me. Not going to lie, I kind of like it.

Clenching my thighs together, I wiggle around and jump into the shower. The hot water hits my back like painful little daggers that quickly turn into pleasure as I slowly melt into a puddle on the bench against the wall.

This shower is where I would live 24/7 if I could. It steams up like a sauna and I lay down melting in bliss as my muscles relax and my body leans into the comfort of the warmth enveloping me. Maybe laying down here for a bit won’t be that bad. I’ll just lay down, rest, get charged up, and be on my way. I have an hour and a half before my meeting so I should be good.

I grab my waterproof bathtub pillow and lay my head down on the bench. Everything slowly fades into darkness as I let the comfort lull me to sleep.

*Knock.

*Knock knock.

*Knock knock knock knock knock.

“Oh my goodness! Calm down, I just got in here! Let me shower in peace.” Janice opens the door and pokes her head through.

“Bitch, I’m going to pee in your sink if you don’t let me come in right now.”

Chuckling to myself and sitting up. “Come on in, girl. Not like it isn’t anything you don’t have.”

She rushes past me like a blur straight to the bathroom. After a few minutes she comes out to wash her hands, looking directly at me she sighs.

“How does it feel to be the gods’ favorite with a bathroom like this? How did you even convince Zander to do this?”

Not moving or opening my eyes I respond, “I have no clue, batted my eyes and asked nicely?”

“Lucky bitch…” she mutters as I hear her opening the door to the shower.

“Umm, what are you doing?” I ask sitting up and covering my tits with my arm.

“I feel like death. I’m going to lay in here with you.”

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