my hand, and at this point my body hung half off the mattress. Head down, shoulders off, and my ass teetering on the edge. That moment when things could go exactly how I needed them to or backfire and make all the hard work of a fast break irrelevant.
My shoulders hit the floor, followed by my waist, not gracefully I might add. There I was suspended with my upper half pressed tightly to the floor, bent in the most awkward position. My right leg still remained pinned beneath I swear to fuck someone as big as a gorilla. I had yet to look. All this had been done with my eyes closed so tight it was painful.
I had no idea my body could actually bend at this angle.
One loud groan echoed through the silent room and my stomach flipped. Hell with that, my entire body grew tight, including my ass.
Taking a chance, I jerked my leg out quickly―it was the only thing keeping me suspended in the air. I hit the floor with a thump and again I froze, silently praying that whoever, or should I say whatever it was in the bed above did not wake.
Please, oh God, please.
When it was all clear and I heard no movement, I began to move on hands and knees, only peeking through squinted eyes to search out my clothes. Let’s not forget I was naked with my bare ass extended in the air. Yeah, I didn’t think this thing through clearly.
My hand came into contact with something lacy, and I paused. No fucking way could this lacy red item belong to what I’d felt in bed only moments ago. The instant reminder of my hand sliding over a thick stocky…I shiver at the thought and fight the urge to gag. This cannot be happening.
Holding up the item, I inspect it and sure enough, what I’ve found is a red thong. Sexy little item, barely a sliver of material, and again I wonder if maybe I was wrong. Without a second thought I glanced back over my shoulder and immediately I regretted it. My stomach felt like it was falling out my ass, a nauseated wave of tension knotted my gut.
“No,” I groaned, shaking my head, refusing to accept what I was seeing. “No, no, no! What the fuck? Chastising myself for looking, I knew immediately that what was permanently imbedding in my brain would haunt me every day for the rest of my life.
A big burly dude with a hairy back, and a hairy ass all on display like a beacon refusing to allow me to forget it was there. My chest ached, my stomach tightened, and all the alcohol I’d apparently consumed the night before began to rise in my throat.
I had no memory of this person, only of the petite girl who strolled up and offered me her come hither smile.
I was a guy, and come on, I took the fucking bait.
Again the bile rose and I knew I had to get out of here, and I had to do it fast.
I found my jeans, hurried to stand and put them on, before practically tripping out of the door and into the large living room. I froze, balancing, or trying to, as the room slowly came into focus. I was dumbfounded, as in completely blank. What in the fuck had I gotten myself in to? There were bodies, both male and female, lying around the room, half naked and oblivious to their confused guest.
An orgy. A God damned full-blown, balls on display, tits bare, fucking orgy.
I found myself smack in the middle of a sausage circus and I remembered absolutely nothing. From what I’d seen that may be a good thing, but then again, the unknown was a fucking killer too.
What in the hell happened?
Chapter Twelve
Ruby
Immediately I grabbed my head and groaned as my stomach began to turn. I could still taste the alcohol, and smell it. Oh my hell it was awful.
“Bathroom.” I peeked through one slitted eye just in time to see Darcy dart from the room before disappearing down a hallway.
That’s when I slowly observed my surroundings. Boxes tucked in a corner, nothing hanging on the walls.
“How much did you two drink last night?”
I jumped at the sound of the question and immediately regretted the quick movements. I groaned, my stomach did another twist. My surroundings were somewhat blurred as I blink over and over to bring it all into focus. That’s when I found Vera leaning