Sofia finds him, but agrees not to tell anyone

"Dios Mio!" A voice cries out, startling Cass out of his tranquil rest, followed by a crashing sound.

What a pain, Cass was having such a wonderful dream, now that he'd awoken he wasn't exactly sure what it had been about but he was sure it had prominently featured Harley, the muscular black woman who had just given him the fucking of a lifetime. Cass groaned out at whoever had roused him, eager to return to the marvelous dream he had been having. They didn't seem content to let him do that, a hand reaches out to shake him, eliciting another more annoyed groan.

"Cass, are you okay?" The voice says again.

Urgh, it seems like whoever this is isn't going to let him go back to sleep. Cass reluctantly opens his eyes, or eye I guess you should say, his left eye is glued closed by something covering it. He blearily looks around, taking in his surroundings, to his left the Asian woman he'd walked in on so long ago is still slumped passed out on the sink counter. But this immediate focus is that Sofia is standing over him, a mop she had been holding collapsed to the ground between her feet, she has a look of concern plastered over her face.

"What the hell happened to you, Cass?" Sofia repeats, her voice thick with worry.

Cass shakes his head, his sluggish thoughts finally catching up to what was going on. He'd been fucked into a stupor by one of the club-goers and been left here covered in her cum and his own saliva. Cass quickly became aware of how little he was wearing, his shorts having been discarded at some point during the night and he could still feel Harley's remarkable load dribbling out of his poor abused rosebud and over his ass-cheeks. Cass flushed a bright scarlet, his ears and face burning hot with shame at being found like this, quickly reaching out to try and cover himself up with his hands.

"U-ummm, I'm okay." Cass mumbles out hoarsely, his throat still feeling sensitive from the reaming it had received and the whorish moans he had been letting out all night. His nose quickly becomes aware of the musky scent of sex that is flooding the room, the heady fragrance making his head spin, no doubt the thick coating of semen on his face and ass contributing greatly.

"I think I see what happened here..." Sofia says, smirking down at him.

"Tell you what, you get yourself cleaned up and get the hell out of here." Sofia offers, "You're gonna owe me one though."

Thankful for the veritable angel in front of him Cass begins trying to find his shorts, his thoughts still groggy from being woken up so abruptly. Finally able to find them he squeezes them back on, thoroughly soaked as they are by the nights activities.

"Ummm Cass," Sofia mutters behind him, letting out what could've been a slight giggle. "Before you go, you may want to check your face as well..."

Cass turns to check himself out in the mirror, he sees his face thoroughly coated in a lewd mixture of spit and semen, a thick patch still cementing his eye shut. But what Sofia was referring to wasn't the messy leavings covering his pretty features, instead she was talking about the message in black marker scrawled across his forehead.

"HEY CUMSLUT," the message read. "CALL ME 208 776 6236."

If it were possible Cass's face would've caught fire, no wonder Sofia was laughing so much at him, Harley's message left little to the imagination about what had taken place here. Cass dove down into the sink trying his best to wipe away the message but achieving little more than smearing it into unread-ability. Before doing so though, he makes sure to remember the number that Harley had left behind, it wasn't like he was going to call it, was he? His imagination is already spinning into action, picturing what the woman could have in store for him.

"Oh to be young." Sofia sighs out behind him as he leaves, "Now what the fuck am I going to do with this woman?"