The Next Day

After the interaction with Sophie and Maisie, you remember going back to the bar, spent, flagging down the barkeep, opening your mouth, and then blackness. The next day you wake up with a splitting headache. As black spots fill your vision a sensation between your thighs draws your attention. You grab your sheets and pull them off your body. There, suckling on your morning wood is a nude woman. As your vision clears, you recognize her as singer-songwriter Halsey.

"Um, hello?" She stares at you and rolls her eyes but keeps sucking. "I'm John." She pauses, nods a bit, and goes back to sucking. "Do you want to explain why you're doing that?" She sighs into your dick, then looks around the room while sucking. She locks eyes with something, then points behind you. There, on the nightstand is a phone which by the charms dangling from it you assume is hers. You pick it up and hand it to her. She opens it and then goes back to sucking, this time keeping her eyes on the screen and typing as she goes. She turns the phone to face you. There, in the notes app, is a message for you.

"You told me if I stopped sucking before you said I could you'd drop me as a fan. Then you passed out."

"Oh, shit." You look at the time on her phone's header. 3:40 pm. "When was that?" Halsey gives you a puzzled look, then goes back to typing.

"Txted my family I might not be home @ quarter to 3 last night b4 I rode u for bout 20 mins?

Then u had ur fun w/ Sydney for who knows how long while I licked ur balls, then you got ready for bed and had me start sucking u off

So 10-14 hrs depending on how u count it"

"Sydney?" You mutter. You look up and around the room. You're back in the hotel room you got with Victoria Justice but she's nowhere to be seen. There, in the corner next to the closet, a woman with blonde, shoulder-length hair is standing nude with her back towards you. Her head is hung down, her knees are weakly bent and she's supporting herself with her hand on the door frame.

"Yes, Master?" She pipes up. "Can I leave now your well-endowed-ness? My legs are so tired."

"Why are you talking like that? Turn around."

"Master, are you sure you want me to do that? You said no matter what, if I left this corner I'd never find work again."

"Forget what I said, I was drunk. You can do whatever you like. No consequences." With that Sydney dropped to the ground like a rock. Her legs were standing for almost a full day. "Wow." You hear Halsey type on her phone.

"Am I free 2 go too? I need 2 piss."

"Um, get me to cum one last time, and then be on your way." She doubles up her efforts, deepthroating and putting her entire body into it to get you to cum. You check on the other nightstand for your phone. You grab it and try to open it. It's not until your password fails that your hungover brain realizes this isn't yours. The locked screen is of some dreamy guy. "Who's is this? You can pause to talk." With a gasp, Halsey comes up for air.

"That's the phone you borrowed from that chick, Veronica? To order an Uber. Yours was dead." After that comment, she goes back to blowing you. You're so spent from last night it's taking a while and honestly, you feel some soreness along with the pleasure.

"Victoria. Where's she?"

"You told her something about staying at the party masturbating until you come back and pick her up? I would've reminded you but like, I've had a dick in my mouth when you fell out."

"Shit." You grab Halsey's head and start fucking it hard. After about five minutes you cum inside her mouth. You take a breath and lay back down. God your headache's worse for rushing that. "Swallow, then get out. You can take your bag and shoes and crap but leave the clothes here." Halsey sucks the last of your cum out of your dick, cleans you off, and speaks.

"Can I at least clean up first?"

"No, you look your best when you're a nude slut covered in cum." Halsey rolls her eyes and gets out of bed. She grabs her purse and puts her phone inside. She carries her sandals and slams the door, not even bothering to put her shoes on. "Ugh, now the other one."

You get out of bed slowly, the room spins when you move. You're never drinking again. You make your way to Sydney step by step, bracing yourself on the wall. She's out like a light. You turn her over from her side to her back. You... honestly don't recognize her. She has massive tits though.

Now that you're closer, you get a whiff of her. She reeks of sex. Worse than you somehow. Dry semen is all over her face, chest, thighs, everywhere. There are bite marks on her breasts and nail marks dig deep into the flesh. You did a number on her.

"Sydney, Sydney, wake up." Her eyes start to flutter open.

"Yes, Master. Sorry. John. What do you need?"

"Um, I need you to go." She doesn't seem to register, already dozing off. You shake her. "Sydney, I need you to go home now."

"Wha, what? Can I stay a bit longer? I'm so tired." You realize you're not getting anywhere and have things to do.

"Sure, just lock up when you're done. Oh, and Sydney." You look around and find her bag. You grab a stick of red lipstick and uncap it. "Call me when you wake up." You extend it and write on her stomach "Don't clean up, leave your stuff, call John" and your number. She's already asleep not noticing. You get up and look out the window. Late afternoon. No chance of checkout. Guess you're staying another day. "Sorry, Victoria." You make your way to the phone on the nightstand and make a call.

"Hello, front desk?"

"Hi, can I get room service?"

It's way too late for breakfast but you order a very large lunch with multiple glasses of water. While you wait you hop in the shower. You stink of booze and sweat. You think over the last 24 hours. What have you been doing? This isn't normal. You're not being normal. Should you tone it down? Lean into it? I mean, you did get fired so what else is there to do? If every night is going to be like this you should eat right. You get lost in thought in the shower when you hear a knock on the front door. You scurry out with a towel around your legs, the shower still running.

"Coming!" You open the door and the waitress' eyes bulge when she sees Sydney asleep and naked on the floor.

"Umm," The young woman says with a hint of a southern drawl.

"Oh, don't worry." You wave your hand at her. "She's an actress." You hope that satisfies her and by the looks of it, it does. The waitress' face mellows out and instead of worry or surprise, she looks intrigued.

"Oh, I always wanted to be one of those big Hollywood types." She stares at Sydney, starstruck. "Wait, is she, from Euphoria?" You have no idea what she's talking about.

"I don't know,"

"Oh my God. She is!" The young woman cups her face with her hands and then flutters them on either side of her head, bouncing on one foot. "Can I get a picture with her?" You pause for a second and smile.

"Sure."

You invite the waitress in and have her approach Sydney, kneeling next to her sleeping frame.

"Oh my God, she smells so much like sex. She's such a committed actor." She looks up to you and you just nod. She gives you her phone and you back up, taking a photo of the waitress kneeling next to a nude actress she loves **** and covered in cum, twin peace signs framing her giant smile.

"Say cheese."

"Cheese!" You get a couple. Some horizontal and some vertical. "Please post it online and tag her, Sydney'd love to see them."

"Sure thing." The waitress goes back to work and lays out your food on a fold-out table. It's at that moment you realize you have no cash to tip her.

"Oh! Hold on." You almost drop the towel running to Sydney's purse. You take out a stack of bills. You remove the blue ones and put them on the bed and hand the waitress the rest.

"Uh, are you sure? This is a lot of money."

"Yeah, no sweat. Take it." You notice that wasn't a wad of 1's and 10's but 20's and 50's. Welp, not your cash. "You deserve it."

"Alright." With that she makes her way out, counting her tip. You follow her to close the door.

"And hey, if you ever do make it big in Hollywood," you make a mock phone gesture. "Call. I'll be sure to be a big fan." And with that, you close the door.