She freaks out

Kaity jumped out of the bed. She looked around at the strange bedroom. She had no memory of how she got there. She could tell she had had sex both vaginal and anal.

The stranger sat up. "Good morning."

"Who are you?!" said Kaity. She noticed she did not feel groggy or hungover.

"I'm Dave."

"How did I get here?" Kaity grabbed the sheets and pulled them over her.

"Um, I was at Eric's Pub with friends, you come over, straddle me, stick your tongue in my mouth, then beg me to take you home and fuck you."

Kaity looked for her clothes. She spotted a bright red leather mini-skirt and a black halter top on the floor next to a pair of clunky black heels and her purse. She did not recognize the clothes. "Are those my clothes?"

The naked Dave got out of bed. "They aren't mine."

Kaity grabbed the clothes and hurried out the bedroom and into a bathroom. She looked at herself in the mirror. She had on a whorish amount of make-up that was somewhat smeared and her hair was a mess. She put on the skirt and halter top which barely fit. She tried to remember the previous night, but drew a blank. All she could remember was leaving work at 5 pm after her co-worker Travis had asked her out for the fifth time and telling her "this is your last chance. or...."

"Or what?" she asked.

"You'll see."

She was glad it was Saturday, but that was the only thing she was glad about. She went back to the bedroom where Dave had pulled on some pajama pants. "So?"

"I don't remember anything about last night."

"You didn't seem drunk or high."

"How did I get here?"

"Uber."

Kaity picked up her purse. She saw a receipt. It was for the skirt and halter top. She had no memory of buying them.