Where am I?

I let go of my hand and it fell back to my side. I checked my body over in the mirror, making sure my body is clear of any embarrassing tattoos. I couldn’t imagine what must be on my body if the girl in the bed had “Bobbi’s Bitch” tattooed on her ass. As soon as I saw the mirror, my jaw dropped seeing my bubblegum pink hair. I dyed my hair? No, this looks really good and knowing how drunk I must’ve been last night I couldn’t have done this myself. How did I find a stylist that late at night? Hot damn, they even got my eyebrows and my small patch of pubes. It actually looked really good on me, if I could toot my own horn. It’s too bad I’d have to fix that before Monday since it’s against my job’s “dress code.” But for now, I was sporting a cute pink bob.

Returning to my tattoo check, I’m relieved to find no tattoos. Well no new tattoos, my snapdragons on my right side and the orchids on my left were still there. But my ass was clear, literally. My tits looked huge in the mirror, it must’ve been some trick mirror cause there was no way those were mine. I cupped my boobs and much to my surprise they actually felt bigger too. I must’ve gone up a couple cup sizes overnight. What was going on?

After taking care of my morning needs, I decided it was time to find my phone. Maybe Haley could fill in some blanks, that is if she didn’t black out too. I reentered the bedroom, maybe I left it on the nightstand. Nope. While looking around the room, I managed to sneak a peek, or maybe openly ogle, the various naked chicks around the room. Every single one of them had the “Bobbi’s Bitch” tattoo on their ass, which just led to more questions. The bedroom seemed like a lost cause, I couldn’t find an ounce of clothing let alone any phones.

Walking down the hallway, I stopped when I saw an array of family photos covering the walls. Hot damn, that’s Ms. Devi the CEO of Hare Tech and Holdings. I was in my boss’s house, or rather my boss’s boss’s boss’s boss’s boss’s house or something along those lines. The night before must’ve been one crazy night. I continued down the hallway emerging into a brightly lit room. I shielded my eyes, my head throbbing from the hangover. Fuck me, I wished I didn’t have a hangover to contend with. I screamed at the top of my lungs, as I collapsed to the floor holding my dead arm. I sat on the floor leaning against the wall, cradling my arm. I might need to go straight to the doctor when I find my phone, and maybe some clothes.

“Are you okay, Mistress Bobbi?” a voice asked as I cried in the hallway. The pain slowly started fading away. I wiped the tears from my eyes as I looked up at the woman talking to me. Oh hot damn, I found myself looking straight up at a sexy Indian babe. And just to make everything better, she was wearing nothing but an apron. I could see the resemblance to our CEO, this must be Ms. Devi’s daughter or maybe granddaughter based on the age difference. “I started making breakfast when I heard you stirring in the bedroom. Should I help you to the table?”

“I can make it,” I answered, as she helped me stand. The pain in my arm had nearly subsided, returning to it’s numb and limp state. “Do you know where Ms. Devi is?” I asked as I follow the petite girl into the kitchen. After the bedroom, I was almost surprised not to see my name plastered across her ass.

“I’m right here,” she answered looking over her shoulder. My eyes darted up from her ass to meet her gaze.

“No, like,” I paused trying to remember Ms. Devi’s first name. “Uh, Komala,” that’s it! “Where is Komala Devi?”

“You’re looking at her,” she insisted while cracking a couple eggs into the pan. Ugh, she has to know who I was looking for. I rubbed my temple, and all of this on top of my hangover. Wait. I stopped rubbing, my hangover it was gone. My head wasn’t throbbing, the light wasn’t bothering me, I felt perfectly fine. Nothing made sense, how could my hangover just disappear?

“I’m looking for Komala Devi the CEO of Hare Tech and Holdings,” I tried once again to explain who I was looking for.

The brown skinned beauty approached me with a plate of breakfast in her hands. “That’s me,” she told me for a third time.

“But Ms. Devi is-”

“Oh please don’t say old,” she interrupted me.

“Old,” I finished my thought. I took a closer look at the teen in front of me. I had never actually met the CEO but her picture was hanging all over the walls at Hare. The more I looked, the more I almost believed that the sexy teen in an apron might be the same older CEO always pictured in a suit. How could this possibly be Ms. Devi? “But, um how?” I asked biting my lip while checking out her flawless brown skin peeking out from under the apron.

“You don’t remember?” she rubbed her arm, looking embarrassed for the first time. “Last night, you showed up on my door with a horde of women with only enough clothing for a third shared amongst them,” I looked around the living room and spotted more naked women sleeping everywhere. “You were so drunk and just kept asking what I would give to be young. I had no clue who you were and you just kept pressuring me to answer. I was going to call the cops, I’m not sure why I didn’t. And then I finally gave in and answered, I told you the truth. I said I would give EVERYTHING to be young again,” she finished by gesturing to our surroundings.

“But how did you become younger?” I asked still confused how any of this made sense.

“I’m not sure. You screamed and some of your lady friends helped support you. But next thing I knew I looked like I was 18 again. So I gave you everything.”

I couldn’t believe it. She said I screamed before she became younger. The memory of the searing pain from earlier crawled to the front of my mind. I looked down at my arm, it still hung limp resting in my lap. The ring? I rubbed my temple remembering my hangover disappearing, like magic. I caught a flash of pink in my peripherals, my hair. The bartender giving me free drinks, the free drinks that led to my black out. Wait. “Did you say you gave me everything? So like this is MY house?”

She smiled, “Yes, but not just the house. I gave you everything. My house, my money, my mind, and even my body.” Her body? She bit the tip of her finger, and I saw her checking out my still naked body. The longer I stared at her barely covered body, I could feel myself growing wetter. I wasn’t sure about any of it except for one thing, I desperately wanted to take what was, evidently, already mine.