An Interesting Morning

You'd had a pretty relaxed morning, but still you were dreading going back to work. Sure you didn't hate your job, but like most people it was more a means to an end. You were currently eating breakfast, just a bowl of cereal and a few slices of bacon, while reading articles about your favorite team. You sigh to yourself as you think about what had happened a few days ago. It's one thing that no one would believe you slept with Courtney Stone (who would), but the fact that you don't remember such an amazing life event means you'll be cursing god forever for forsaking you. Well no sense crying over the past. You think to yourself as you finish off the last of your cereal. You get up and get ready to trudge over to work. Yay city transport! You sarcastically cheer to yourself.

*KNOCK KNOCK* You hear two sharp knocks on the door. Wondering who the hell would bother to come to your place at 7AM you look through the peep hole and see, Courtney Stone. No way! you kinda start to panic. After all she said you two shouldn't have even been together at her place, and she seems really shaky. In your drunkenness did you actually do something to make her mad? Is she so mad her body is literally shaking? I mean this is one of the richest, no she IS the richest person on the planet, and she didn't just seek you out. No, she personally came to your house to find you. You wonder what you should do when suddenly she speaks up.

"I know you're on the other side of that door, can I come in?" You reluctantly open the door.

"Um, welcome." You gesture to her to enter.

"Thank you." She says curtly as she brushes past you.

"Uh, can I get you a cup of coffee of something?"

"No, no thank you." Your attempt to be cordial dies on arrival, however you start to really read her body language at this point. When you first moved to the city you were living in an even dumpier place than this apartment, and the area was even worse. You were constantly harangued by addicts looking for their next fix, whether they thought you had it or you had money they could steal. The point being you could spot it in her, the nervous ticks, the unkempt hair, shaking, she was clearly agitated too. It all pointed to an addict. You weren't surprised to know that a rich elite had a **** issue. Especially learning about her proclivity to go to less than high end bars and pick up near comatose dudes so she could get off anonymously. But why come here to see you? Sure you used to live in a seedy area a few years ago, and a background check would show that fact, but that's a big logic jump to go from there to showing up on your doorstep personally.

"Uh, can I help you with something?"

"YES!!" Courtney overeagerly replied only to catch herself and clear her throat in an effort to try to move on from that moment.

"What can I help you with then?" You were concerned by her behavior things could turn ugly fast, but without a solid reason (or plan) you weren't going against the richest person on the planet.

"..m" Courtney mumbled so low that even standing in front of her you couldn't make out what she was saying. Her head was lowed and her downcast fast turned away from you.

"Sorry can you repeat that?"

"I n..d ..or .um" She was clearly embarrassed and her face was now a bright crimson. She clenched her fists together not out of rage, but because she was so embarrassed it was physically difficult to produce the words.

"I'm really sorry, but you are really hard to understand."

This time Courtney started shaking even harder than she already was as tears started to stream down her face. Despite your utter lack of understanding of the situation, this proud woman knew exactly how humiliating what she was trying to say was. She didn't have much strength left in her body after everything she had already gone through, and tried to grab you for support. However, it wasn't enough and the most powerful person on planet Earth looked utterly defeated and hollow as she gripped onto you from her kneeling position. She finally mustered the courage to look you in the eyes through her tear soaked lenses she contemplated what to do next. Ultimately she chose to rip the bandaid off, and in a louder than intended voice shouted:

"PLEASE! I NEED YOUR CUM!"

"WHAAAAAAAAAAAT!!!!" Of all the things that you thought would come out of her mouth, this wasn't one of them.

"No wait let me explain!" Courtney then details the last day to you in detail. the story was capped off by how her only moment of relief was when she lapped up a tiny dot of your dried semen off her pants the night before. You listen, and chime in a few time when she wants to know if this stuff had ever happened with you "stuff" before. You confirm to her that you were a virgin before the other night, so this situation was new to you too. Finally the story ends and she looks at you expectantly. You now have a decision to make or maybe Courtney will make one for you if you aren't carful.