Clean up & leave

I finally manage to get all his jizz cleaned off.

“Fuck this” I say, and leave.

Exiting the bar I think to myself “Gods, I need a Pepsi or something to get this cock taste out of my mouth…”

As I’m heading back towards home, I swing by a Starbucks and get a Frappuccino with all the syrups.

It’s insanely sweet and I have no idea what flavour it’s supposed to be other than caffeine and sugar.

But it gets the job done.

Getting home, I pull out my keys and I see some mail has been stuffed into the post box.

Ignoring it I want to have another shower and get changed.

Climbing into the shower to get James’ cum off me is a wonderful thing.

As I’m rubbing shampoo into my hair, my thoughts turn to my blackmailer.

“Who the hell is he?” I ask myself.

Thinking it must be someone from the party.. Trying to remember it, it’s all a blur.

I think it was around the fifth cock that sent me into sub space..

Drying off and feeling more myself, I realize I still haven’t eaten.

So I head to the kitchen to make a salad.

Feeling a little more human, I think “The days still early, and I have a couple of days off. Might go out again”

Then a thought occurs to me “What if that asshat wants me to do something else?” I grimace at the idea.

Worried suddenly, I grab my my phone - hoping there are no new messages.