Take her home

She just looked up at me, her eyes unfocused and her body slumping against me. It was late, almost one am. If I call the police we would be here all night and I needed to be at training tomorrow at nine. Probably not my best decision, I pulled her to her feet and took her to my room. As soon as we entered I could feel her gagging. I tried to rush her to the toilet but of course she puked all over her and me. This was not what I wanted to happen. My room had two queen beds and I was expecting to toss her on one bed and me in the other. Her throwing up put a monkey wrench in those plans.

I held her head over the toilet as she heaved over and over. When she finally finished heaving, I lay her on the floor and slipped off my clothes. This wasn't what I expected to happen. I was hoping she would sleep it off and tomorrow morning she would have awaken, still dressed, I would tell her what happened and we would go our separate ways.

I sat on the tub looking down at her. She was a real mess, her dress was covered in puke and I couldn't leave her dressed like that. But the problem with undressing her was when she woke tomorrow, it would be me who would be on the hook for taking advantage of her and I might be arrested. I thought about the problem and realized that I was employed by a high tech surveillance company. In my car was my demo kit with lots of small innocent looking surveillance cameras. I looked at her passed out and figured she would be out for a while and I headed to my car for my equipment.