... a hangover and no recollection of the night before

Bria woke from dreams of men lining up to use her body any way they saw fit. It wasn't the first time she'd had that dream, and it always seemed to come after a night of partying and drinking.

She figured that beers must make her horny, giving her these erotic dreams where she'd take guys one, two or three at a time. God knows she'd never do that in real life, but in her fantasies she was an utter whore.

"Ow. My head," she groaned as she sat up. Her bleary eyes looked around, sending her signals her brain couldn't interpret. If they'd been working right then her brain would recognize where she was, but instead they kept telling her she was in some pink room filled with frilly lace and bows.

"Blech. Barbie room from hell," she muttered, slowly easing herself out of the bed. Looking down at herself she was relieved to see herself clothed and covered, re-assuring herself that nothing could have happened if she was still decent.

With pounding head she made her way to the door to explore, easing it open and peaking outside. A corridor with several doors, most closed, was outside. She almost shuffled out before realizing that she wasn't wearing her shoes, and spent a minute looking around the room, finally finding them under the bed. She straightened, embarrassed to find her dress half-way up her ass, exposing her bottom to anyone who might've passed by.

"At least there weren't any condoms lying around. Nothing could have happened if there weren't condoms," she told herself, slipping into the shoes with a little more trouble than normal, wishing she hadn't had those erotic dreams. Her pussy felt all wet and squishy. That her butt felt the same and both were sore didn't register; the pounding in her head was more than enough pain for her to deal with.

"Hey, sleeping beauty awakes," said a voice, and she whirled, nearly losing her balance and clutching her head. A brunette girl stood there, and Bria realized it was the girl who'd given her a ride to the party.

"Shawna, right?"

The girl scowled for a fleeting moment. "Sara. You had a busy night. Very popular with the boys."

"The boys?" Bria repeated, feeling a chill.

"Yeah, you were with a lot of boys last night from what I've heard. Set a record for the sorority and thoes guys filming."

"A record?' she asked faintly. "I... danced with a lot?"

"Danced?" Sara laughed, then winked. "Oh yes, you sure did. You danced with at least a dozen, from what I heard. Even several at a time. You sure do like to... party."

Bria had the distinct impression that she'd meant something else, but her brain was too foggy, and her head in too much pain for her to figure it out. "Is there a shower? I think I'd like to wash up."

Sara smirked. "I bet. A filthy girl like you. Dancing's sweaty business."

Bria followed the brunette, uneasy in her presence. The two passed an open doorway, loud squeals coming from within. Bria stopped, staring at a couple screwing on a bed, the boy pounding hard into the girl's cunt while she urged him on.

"God," Bria muttered, disgusted. How could they do something like that where anyone could see? She always hated those girls who'd put out at parties. Dancing was one thing, and doing it with your boyfriend in private might be another, but not in front of anyone who wandered by.

Her hand automatically reached for the doorknob, but as she started to pull the door closed the girl gasped out, "D... don't... don't close the door. W... watch...."