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Chapter 7 by wicker wicker

What happens when they wake up?

Vicky's next day gets off to a terrible start

Vicky woke up, dehydrated, with her head AND her pussy throbbing. She had no idea where she was. She sat up slowly and looked around through bleary eyes. She was in some stranger's bedroom and was completely naked. She knew she had had sex, and from the look of the room, it had been with a total stranger. She spotted her clothes and pulled them on in a hurry. They were all wrinkled and smelled of the **** she had spilled in her drunken state the night before. She staggered out in the next room which turned out to be the living room. She saw a man standing there in a bathrobe, drinking some coffee, and watching the morning news.

"Oh, you're finally up, Vicky. You have to go now" he said.

"What?" said Vicky. "Who are you, where am I?" She blurted out before realizing that made her sound like a stupid slut, not knowing where she was or who she had fucked the night before. She barely noticed she was already heading for the front door.

"You're at my place, and my girlfriend is coming over later, so leave NOW! Thanks for last night, slut, but it was a one night stand. Go. Thanks again, but don't come back!"

Vicky moved to the door and let herself out. She did not know where this apartment building was, or where her car was. She didn't even have her purse or cell phone. She assumed she left them in that guys apartment. She wanted to go back in and look, but for some reasons she knew she could not go back. She wandered out to the sidewalk. The sun temporarily blinded her, but her eyes adjusted and she tried to get her bearings. She gathered she was in a lower-middle class apartment complex, but didn't know what side of town she was on. She knew she would be late for work and could not figure out what to say to the senior partners. "Why am I such a horny party girl?!" she muttered to herself. She saw a bus stop several yards away and sat down to collect her thoughts. Her mouth felt like a dry wash cloth, her head was pounding, and her pussy was still sore. She put her head in her hands and started to cry.

what's next for Vicky?

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