MORNING AFTER THE NIGHT BEFORE

The pungency was appealing. The humid air in the hall was laced with pot, puke, poop, spoof and booze. Sweaty bodies were strewn haphazardly on the chairs and floor, drinks splashed everywhere you dared step. There was the occasional pool of blood which on trying to avoid, sent you onto a used condom thrown on the floor. Outcome, free floor-skating with the end involving heads, backs and elbows making impromptu kissing sessions with the floor. In this jumbled up insane melee was where she woke up, sprawled on the floor but fully dressed, if you’d call the conveyor belt-thin thing she was wearing for a skirt modest. She tugged at her skirt and felt weird. There was nothing underneath. She wasn’t sure if she'd left home like that or something had happened. Her head felt like a keg of beer. Wobbly, yet heavy as a maafucker. She was sore...and sticky. One swift rub of her nether regions confirmed her worst fears. She'd been fucked...and fucked real hard cause she couldn’t feel her butt and waist. Her pussy was on embers, burning hot like she'd been impaled by a ramrod. Now resting on her laurels, she reached out for her clutch which was trapped between the floor and a 38b naked boob which she had to flip over to ease the pressure. The multi-colored, light coming through the windows just served to alleviate the selective amnesia she had at the moment. Wait a minute, she knew this place. Of course she did, how else could she have gotten there in the first place. Oh no! Not this place, nooo. She didn’t know how she got to the gate. 'No one should see me, 'she thought. She ran like never before in her life. Her church was just round the corner and it was Sunday morning. The asperse fabric she had on couldn’t disguise her poise. Surprisingly, there were no adults at the church. She only thought of the drugstore, the shower then her bedroom. The drugstore was open. Phew! She sighed then ducked in. She bought what she wanted then rushed out and came face to chest with her pastor. 'Deedee!','daddy!' she stared up at him, then around at the congregation and remembered the door-to-door ministry. He wasn’t looking at her, his eyes were focused elsewhere, and the expression on his face told it all. She followed his gaze and stopped short. Her clutch was on the ground, open and besides her makeup kit and phone was a pack of magnums, and the p2 pills she had just bought and unwrapped....it was one of those moments...
©Ian