You are tired

“Better put this back.” You grab the huge dong and head down the hall. Back in the living room you flop it into the box. “How much stuff did I buy? What is wrong with me.” Picking past the things you have already looked at, you find a little bag full of bright neon fishnet cloth. “Huh.” It is a super tiny tube dress, thigh high stockings, and g-string. Standing there naked you can’t help but consider trying it on even though it is clearly way to small. “Fuck that. I’m going to bed, then I’m taking all this shit back.”

You spot your underwear and slip them on. It bunches in your ass crack. “Stupid.” You head back to your bedroom with images of strippers spinning on a pole in your head. Sitting on the bed you toss on a t-shirt and socks. “What am I doing?” You say, pants in hand, not sure why you were getting dressed.

A man calls out, “How much fo a blow job?”

You laugh. “I’m not a fucking whore.”

“Bitch.” He says as you flip him off, your neon fingernails long and sexy. You shake away the weird mental image and drop your pants on the floor.

“So tired.” You yawn and slide under the covers. The soft covers caress your body, it almost feels like you are nude.

“Are you fucking high again?” A voice demands and a rough hand shakes you awake.

“Who?” You ask sitting up. Blinking you find yourself in a rather dark club with rock music flowing in under a red carpet covered door. The room you are in is a circle with a stripper pole in the middle and a circular black cushioned bench that starts and ends at the door. A spark in your brain tells you the big man standing over you is Mark, the bouncer of the club. “Gimme a break Mark. You know I was in the shop with my bike all day. Lewis said I could take an hour.”

He unzips his pants. “Suck me off and I forget I found you high again.”

‘Fuck he knows I’m lying’. The unfamiliar thought rolls through your head. A glance down reveals you are wearing the neon fishnet and clear plastic platform heels. Your hand grabs your little purse stuffed full of ones and slips the extremely potent vape you were hitting inside. “This is such bullshit.” But you know if he tells Lewis you will be fired for sure. ‘This has to be a dream, right?’ You think as his long cock flops into view.