A date ...

She woke up in a bed she didn’t know, it was bright, painfully bright. And damn did she have a headache. The curtains were drawn and there were no lights on, but the little bit of light cascading in through the gaps felt blinding. It made her nauseous.

She was naked, and could remember some of the night before, but not all of it. She sat up, and then quickly laid back down, her head was not going to allow sitting up just yet. Fuck it hurt.

There was a bottle of water next to the bed, and she opened and drank it, and then David walked in and sat next to her. He gave her a couple of aspirin, and brought a bagel, just as she liked it, with a little cream cheese on it.

Her head hurt and she didn't realize she was naked, at first. "Fuck David, i'm sorry," and she covered up with her comforter when she realized the was completely naked.

"No worries Vixxen, no need to be shy." David said, she didn't care, she let the sheet go and laid back on her bed, barely covered by anything at all.

"How bad was it David?" Vixxen asked, remembering the night, but being a bit fuzzy on the details.

"Pretty bad Vixxen, I think someone spiked your drink." David responded, "I haven't ever seen you like that, it wasn't just being drunk, you seemed to be asleep. Your body was limp, you are lucky it ended when it did."

"Fuck me David, like a date **** ****?"

"Something like that." David replied. "When I came downstairs, two guys had just finished with you, three more were on you, and there were dudes lining up, dicks in hand. A girl was sucking on one of your nipples. They were going to run a train on you."

Vixxen frowned when she heard it, "I hope they wore condoms at least."

"I don't know about the first two, but the others weren't wearing any." David was somber as he told her this. "I stopped them before anyone came in you I think. I cleaned you up and brought you here."

Vixxen took a bite of her bagel, and looked at David, then looked down.

“Thanks David,” she replied in a low voice. “I am sorry if I embarrassed you.”

“Don’t be sorry, fuck them. Fuck them all,” David said, seeming to be angry. “Someone **** you, but the others could see you were out. That was like five counts of **** if the cops were there.”

“I won’t be hanging with them again,” David continued. “I don’t keep company with fucking rapists. Especially where friends are involved.”