Take the girl home.

You realize as you drive down the street that you really have no idea where the hell you are going, and as your mind spins with useless thoughts the girl says, "Do you have somewhere you want to go? We can head back to my place if you want."

Your cock is throbbing in your pants as you stare at the pretty girl, but you know even in your constantly horny state that you don't want to seduce her after what she has been through tonight. Instead you say to her, "How about I take you home, tuck you in and let you get some rest. You have had enough excitement for one night."

Her disappointment is palpable, and her crestfallen face almost causes you to change your mind but you say instead, "Hey let me use your car tonight and I will bring it back to you tomorrow and take you out to dinner. How does that sound?"

She brightens up after that and she gives you directions to reach her apartment. You are there ten minutes later and you walk her up to her door. As you watch her tight ass sway in front of you as she heads up the walk you are tempted to spend the night with her. But no, there are too many questions yet to be answered tonight.

She stops and kisses you on the cheek, "I'll see you at dinner time tomorrow night." Then she is gone safely locked in her apartment. You head back to the car and decide to check out the strip club that was back near the motel where you woke up. Something is familiar there, but you can't quite put your finger on what it might be. Why were you at the motel, maybe you had pulled a big bender and gone to the motel to sleep it off.

A few minutes later you are there in front of the club. The sign GIRLS, GIRLS, GIRLS flashes in your brain. You head in the front door and walk towards the bar. The bartender looks at you in recognition and says, "Hey John how you doin, been a long time."

John, so that is your name. It rings in your mind, but still does not sound quite right. Your brain starts to reveal flashes of memory, a blond woman, men in suits, a windowless room, just flashes not really coherent thoughts.

The bartender continues talking, "You want the usual John?"

You nod as if you have some idea what he is talking about. He busies himself getting your drink and you look around the room. There is a girl, good looking blond with big, fake tits, shaking her ass on the stage. She is working the guys at the rail, pulling her pussy open, and rubbing herself in an imitation of masturbation.

There is a group of men and women playing cards over behind some pool tables. One catches your eye; it is a woman, a striking redhead. She has an enormous set of tits and they are barely contained in the skimpy top she is wearing. She is not young, being at least forty years old, but she makes your cock twitch without any problem at all.

Then the door opens and two cops come in. You try to look inconspicuous and you hope they are not looking for you, but of course they are. They head up to the bartender and asked, "There was a robbery across the street at the BP. The robbers are dead, both shot by an expert marksman, and the sales girl is gone. Anybody in here see anything?"

"What kind of guy are you looking for," the guy at the bar asked?

"Nobody really knows, we got a description of white male, over six feet, dark hair, could be anybody. Could be this guy here," the cop said pointing at me.

"Nah, John's been in here all night."

"Well I think we ought to get names and addresses from everybody here just in case the detectives want to follow up later. Let's start with you buddy," the cop said looking at me, "you got some ID?"

You of course do not have any ID. You certainly do not need to answer any cop's questions, that was for sure. Your mind quickly lays out a number of possible scenarios. Several of which result in the deaths of the innocent cops in front of you. You do not like any of your options. You are just about to speak when you hear a woman's voice from across the room.