Hangover

Sylvie groaned as consciousness slowly returned. Her head felt like it had been hit with a sledgehammer. A dull, throbbing pain pulsed behind her eyes, and her mouth tasted like a mix of stale cider, grease, and something else she couldn’t quite place. Something musky and unpleasant. She tried to move, but her body felt heavy and uncooperative. The smell hit her next: a strong combination of cheap cooking grease from last night’s pizza and something else. The distinct, lingering scent of Charlotte’s ass. It flooded her nose and made her stomach turn.

She tried to push herself up from the sofa, but her arms felt weak. After a couple of failed attempts, she managed to sit up straight, the room spinning slightly around her. That’s when she noticed something was very wrong. She was completely naked. Her clothes from last night were gone. Her tracksuit, top, and underwear were nowhere to be seen. Panic shot through her.

“What the fuck…” she muttered, her voice hoarse. She quickly scrambled to grab her clothes from the floor. The black tracksuit and cropped top she’d been wearing. She threw them on as fast as she could, her hands shaking, still feeling the effects of the hangover.

Just as she was pulling the tracksuit bottoms up, Courtney walked in carrying two plates of food. She sat down right next to Sylvie on the sofa like nothing was wrong.

“Don’t get dressed on my account, Syl,” Courtney said with a grin, handing her one of the plates. “Here. Classic English breakfast. It’ll sort that hangover right out.”

Sylvie looked down at the plate. Two fried eggs, a few strips of cheap bacon, baked beans, a slice of toast, and some tinned mushrooms. It looked greasy and unappetising. She knew it was made with cheap ingredients. The kind of breakfast you got in a greasy spoon café, not the fresh, high-quality food she was used to. A wave of disappointment hit her, but her stomach growled despite everything. She picked up the fork and started eating.

Courtney watched her with amusement. “Tastes better than it looks when you’ve got a proper hangover, doesn’t it?”

Sylvie didn’t want to admit it, but after the first few bites, she didn’t even mind the cheap taste. The food was warm, filling, and oddly comforting. She ate quietly while Courtney chatted about the night before, casually dropping slang and calling her “Syl” like they’d known each other for years.

After they finished eating, Courtney stood up. “Right. Wash up and then we’re going shopping. You need some proper clothes if you’re staying here for the week.”

Sylvie nodded, still feeling groggy, and headed to the bathroom. She closed the door and looked in the mirror. Her heart dropped. Drawn all over her face in thick black marker were crude dicks. Several of them aimed directly at her mouth, complete with balls and little squiggles for cum. On her cheeks and forehead were more lewd drawings and words. She felt a surge of anger and humiliation.

“Those fucking bitches…” she muttered, scrubbing at her face with her hands. She quickly stripped off her clothes again and stepped into the shower. The hot water felt good against her skin. She grabbed the cheap body wash and started scrubbing furiously at the marker drawings and writing all over her body. On her breasts, stomach, thighs, and ass. The ink came off slowly, but she kept scrubbing until most of it was gone, her skin pink from the effort.

She was just rinsing off when the bathroom door opened. Charlotte walked in casually, pulled down her tracksuit bottoms, and sat on the toilet. She started pissing loudly, and then let out a couple of loud, wet farts while she was at it.

Sylvie froze, water still running over her. “Charlotte! What the hell? Can’t you wait? I’m literally in the shower!”

Charlotte looked over with a lazy grin, still mid-piss. “We’re all girls here, Syl. It’s fine, ain’t it? No big deal. Just having a piss and a bit of a rip. You’ll get used to it living with us.”

Sylvie didn’t know how to respond. She quickly finished rinsing, turned off the shower, and grabbed a towel, feeling exposed and awkward.

After getting dressed again in her chav outfit, the four girls headed out for shopping. Sylvie tried to steer them toward nicer shops, picking out a couple of elegant blouses and a pair of smart jeans that looked more like her usual style.

Courtney immediately shut it down. “Nah, Syl. You’re not wearing that posh shit anymore. Pick something better. Something that actually shows you off.”

They ended up in cheaper, trendier shops full of crop tops, tiny skirts, shiny leggings, and tight dresses. Jade and Charlotte kept pushing her toward sluttier chav-style clothing. Short denim skirts, low-cut tops that would show cleavage, and tight bodycon dresses. Sylvie felt embarrassed but went along with it after a while.

Courtney made her pick out a pair of big gold hoop earrings. “These are proper. You’re wearing these from now on.”

When it came time to pay, Courtney casually suggested, “You’re paying for all our new outfits too, Syl. Only fair since you’re the one with the money.”

Sylvie shook her head. “No. I’m not paying for everyone’s clothes. That’s not happening.”

Courtney didn’t argue. Instead, she pulled out her phone and started scrolling. She turned the screen toward Sylvie. It was full of photos from last night. Sylvie completely nude on the sofa, posed in all sorts of explicit positions, covered in marker drawings, head buried in Charlotte’s ass, face between Jade’s tits. There were close-ups of the dicks drawn on her face and the lewd writing all over her body.

Courtney smiled sweetly. “If you don’t pay, these go online. All of them. Tagged with your name and everything. Your fiancé will see them. Your work will see them. Your posh little friends will see them. Your choice, Syl.”

Sylvie felt the blood drain from her face. She looked at the photos, then back at Courtney. After a long moment of internal struggle, she buckled.

“Fine,” she said quietly. “I’ll pay.”

Courtney’s grin widened. “Good girl. Now we’re getting somewhere.”

After they finished shopping and paid (with Sylvie’s card), Courtney clapped her hands together. “Right. Now that’s sorted, we’re all going for a tan. Proper fake tan session. You’re looking a bit pale, Syl. Time to get you looking like one of us.”