Try sneaking out

As I heard the shower going I **** myself out of the bed. My body was shaking, and my legs could bearly hold me up. Everything was spinning. I was crawling around on the floor looking for my clothes, Charlie's cum was dripping out of me and running down my thighs. I found the dress I had been wearing and started putting it on. With all my strength I got up and made my way towards what must be the front door of his apartment. I struggled with the door trying to work the lock.

"Where you of to?" I heard Charlie say behind me. I didn't answer and started frantically working with the lock. "It's not gonna work," he said. "You need a key, and you don't know where that is." My heart sank. "Come sit at the table, baby. I'll make you one of my special hungover remedies." With no other options, I stumbled over to the table and took a seat. I looked down at the floor all the time, not wanting to look at him.

Charlie put an orange drink in front of me. "Drink up. You'll feel better." It felt more like an order than a friendly gesture. I took a sip, and it wasn't bad. Charlie just stood there in his bathrobe looking at me. I quickly finished my drink, hoping all of this would be over. The world was still spinning, and now it was getting fuzzy as well. Charlie walked over and I could feel him catching me as I slumped over.