It's 6:02 in the morning, you wake up with the worst hangover known to man, with a bunch of dudes lying all around you, still squinting due to your mind numbing headache you look around, trying to make out where you are.
You feel nauseated, an unpleasant feeling at the back of your throat, you're going to puke you stumble to what looks like a bathroom, you're ready to burst into the sink but someone's head is in there, so you hold yourself back thinking it's better to puke in the bathtub but you reach your limit, barely making it, you vomit into the tub.
You are still standing in the restroom, your projectile safely out of your system and now splattered across another wasted individual's belly. He must've have been too drunk and too asleep to care because the only reaction he made was scratching his belly.
Whatever party you signed up for the day before seemed to have taken its toll on everyone from the guy in the bathroom to those sprawled out on the porch and pool, there was also a body floating on the pool, so someone made an exit partying... nice.
You find your phone with another crack on the ground next to the bed you woke up in, missed calls from the hospital
"Oh no!", you immediately panicked. " Did Dr Hotstuff not cover your bill after-all? ", The jackass!
you muttered to yourself.
You noticed something else too, texts, from the model group chat. The details were vague, but it ended with an invite, apparently a sendoff for one of the highest paid models in their agency.
It was pretty standard, as it was not just an attempt to get blackmail material for any model that got too big for their britches but a means to scout for more pretty young ladies with a little bit of drug tolerance.
And then it all came flooding back to you, sticking your tongue down some random guys throat, fucking in a skin tight hazmat suit you got off Temu.
It felt like you missed something….oh no.
The Dr. person whose name keeps hiding from you also came to the party, he must've seen you get railed by a hundred different guys and lost all interest, but no it was more than that, like a pit of guilt in your gut,
You found a bus that was headed to your neighborhood and in it did the final piece of the previous day unravel.
The night before
"Deez puzzee belongs to me mon Cher"
As Luther plunges his fingers into your underwear and licks it.
From nowhere a guy in a white hoodie shoves Luther into the ground yelling
"Back off dad"
Luthor barely talks about his son, you were also shocked to find out he had only one, with the number of models he fucked it felt like he could fill up Noah's ark with just his progeny.
But I think the agency has a clause that forces the models to get rid of anything like that or they loose their jobs.
But your knight in shining armor though he came from Luthor's French balls, he had none of that despicable rawness that you found sexy.
He turned to check on you and you noticed, the dr who treated you, Carson
"What are you doing here doc?"
"House call, thought I'd cash in that blowjob offer"….. he chuckled, " nooo, dad invited me here cuz he thought women and alcohol would cloud my judgement enough to forgive him for how horrible he was to me and my mom".
"Luthor a terrible dad….didn't see that coming he's so…nice" you humored Carson
"Uh huh",Carson played along.
"Well you do what models do and I'll get out of your luxurious hair "
Luthor had vanished and so had his white knight son so there was no inclination to even pretend to be a good girl
It all made sense now at least up that point, the night was a blur still but at least you remembered Carson's name.
You noticed that among the missed calls from the hospital was some voicemail
"Hey this is Dr. Carson, checking in on patient 69919041, we run a few tests on you while's you were with us and realized you've been taking the wrong medication, please come by for right prescription thank you"
"Wrong", is that the reason for that one night stand gone wrong, ugh I'm going to kill that pharmacist.
The bus hissed at the stop, and you jumped out, a mistake you'll never make again.
The world was a little less wobbly than when you woke up.
You winced a little at the fact that that poor guy in the hot tub is going to wake up covered in puke, and he'll never know it was you.
"I'm evil", you sighed, climbing up the stairs into your apartment .
Everything was mess, just how you liked it, the chaos was something you could navigate through and as long as you knew where everything was, it didn't matter.
Charlie vibrating in the corner, you must've had a session before you left and forgot to turn it off.
"The battery is not gonna last" you pouted, hopping on the bed to deactivate it you noticed a pregnancy test laying among your cluster of clean/dirty clothes.
It still gave you nightmares, that thing read a false positive, but at the time you tested you thought you were actually pregnant, you searched high and low for a shady abortion doctor where your perception of one was mainly influenced by mid 19th century books where abortions were had in back alleys.
Carson helped you out that time too, letting you know just because it says you're pregnant doesn't always mean you are, Luthor once said .
"Cette pomme est tombée très loin de l'arbre"
Which meant this apple fell very far from the tree and honestly you were grateful it did.
The world couldn't even handle the first Luthor, why would the second be any better.
You turned off Charlie and immediately got to texting
Someone does deserve a blowjob after all.
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