Walk of shame

You grab some clothes from the pile and pick the least stained items.

A black dress, a red thong, a pair of thigh high socks.

You start to dress, slipping the thong on.

It barely covers your ass.

The clothes reem of a mix of sweat, sex, perfume, and Jenny's unique musk.

Your own breath is riddled with the smell of Mikes manhood, and cum.

"Fucking gross" you think, as you pull on the socks and dress.

You take a look in the mirror.

"Wow." You think.

You like like a freshly fucked whore.

Your hair is a mess, your makeup is smeared, and the black dress barely covers your ass and thighs.

"Ugh" you groan as the smell hits your nostrils.

"Time to go." You say to yourself slipping on your sneakers.

You make your way out the front door, and down the driveway towards your car.