Dave REALLY Doesn't Want to Get Up

Beep!... Beep!... Beep!...

It was 6 am and Dave's phone was playing its alarm. Dave instinctively grabbed his phone off his nightstand and turned off the alarm. Letting out a sigh, he dropped his phone onto the bed and rolled onto his back.

"Why did I think this was a good idea..." Dave groaned as he lay there. His body felt stiff and his head was killing him. "Uuuuugh... Definitely shouldn't of had that third beer." Dave's eyes looked over at the door briefly, wondering if...

"No..." Dave mumbled as rolled back over and closed his eyes. "I'll look later." Dave threw the covers over his head to protect his eyes from the harsh sun peeking through his blinds and went back to sleep.

Some time later (he wasn't sure how long, but he was reasonably sure it was still morning), Dave got up for real and made his way to the bathroom for his morning piss. He flicked on the light, causing a pained groan to come from the bathtub. It wasn't until he was halfway through his piss that his brain caught up with his ears and remembered that bathtubs weren't supposed to groan. Looking into the tub, Dave was met with the shock of his adult life.

There was a woman lying in his bathtub. A wet woman. A wet, naked, woman. She looked to be about his age, perhaps a little older, with pale freckled skin and long ginger hair. She was looking up at him with bleary green eyes, a mildly annoyed look on her face, and absolutely no shame at the current lack of clothing on her curvy figure.

"What're you starin' at me for?" she asked in what seemed to be a rough Boston accent, "You wanna do something?"

"What..." Dave started to say, slack-jawed, "What... how...?"

The woman raised a brow and asked, "You the one who rehydrated me?"

"Rehydrated..." Dave repeated, before he blinked and muttered, "No way... this can't be fucking real..."

"Seems pretty fuckin' real to me," she said, sitting up in the tub, "Then again, I'm a DPC, what the fuck do I know?"

"DPC..."

"Stands for Dehydrated Personal Companion," the woman said, "That's what you ordered, right?"

When Dave didn't respond right away, she sighed and started getting on her feet, "Look, are you the one who rehydrated me or not? 'Cause once I wake up, I'm supposed to go find 'em, and if you're not the guy then-"

"Yes!" Dave exclaimed suddenly, "Yes, I'm the guy who... rehydrated you."

"You're not just saying that to get me to suck your dick, right?" she said, glancing down at Dave's still exposed cock.

"Uh... no?" Dave answered, "...Wait, would you actually do that?"

"I'm your personal companion," she said with a shrug, "You tell me. I'm supposed to adapt to be whatever kind of companion you need me to be, so if you want me to be the kind of slut that sucks your dick clean after you take a piss, that's what I'll be. If you'd rather me be the nice girl next door who'd slap you in the face for whipping his cock out in front of me, I can be that too."

Dave raised a brow, "How is slapping me in the face nice?"

"That's what you're supposed to help me figure out, asshole!" she snapped, before rubbing her palm on her forehead, "Fuck... sorry about that. Been feelin' funny ever since I woke up. Think there was some weird shit in the water, cause I'm pretty sure I'm not supposed to have come out this aggressive right out of the bag, and everything feels kinda fuzzy..."

Water... Dave thought for a moment, then remembered his drunken 'addition' from the night before, Oh shit, did I screw her up somehow by pouring in that beer? Dammit, I really need to stop drinking...

The woman shook her head and blinked a few times, as if trying to clear her head, before looking at him and asking, "Anyway, what do you wanna do? I'm game for literally anything at this point."