Where the hell am I ?

That is Alexa bliss'first thought as she awakes from a late quietus. Her indorse thinking is of the raging headache that just came over her, the result of a monolithic holdover. Whatever she'd drunk last night, it was either very solid, or in very boastfully measure. Or, probably both.

porta her eye, she stares blearily around the way, and is glad to recognise it is her hotel elbow room, which she had been staying in for the previous dark's episode of Raw.

That's good, she thinks, at least I made it back okay.

visual perception her pocketbook on the bedside locker, she reaches a hand out to seize it, but her arm is prodded by something in the bed. She reaches inside the bed covers to retrieve the foreign object, and pulls out a pair of glasses.

They are not hers.

Only then does she realise that she isn't wearing any underclothing. She always wears a duo of knickers going to bed when she's on her own, so if she is completely raw, that can only mean one thing :

She fucked soul lastly night, and they must have left their glasses behind.

Oh great, not again, she thinks, as she slowly sits up in bed, her tits popping out from under the covers.

Leaning over, she puts the glasses down on the bedside footlocker, and retrieves her handbag.

She is relieved to see that all of her belonging are still there, including her phone, purse and tampons. Looking around the room, she also realises that her shoes, a black dress and underclothes have all been neatly placed on a nearby chair.

Wow, what a valet he must have been, she thinks. He didn't even take her bloomers with him to wank in, or sell on eBay.

Taking her headphone out of her bag, she hopes it will allow for her with some clues as to what she might get done after Raw ended.

Sure enough, her most Holocene pic are selfies of her in a opprobrious dress, partying in a baseball club somewhere. But she doesn't see anyone she recognises, nor does she see anyone wearing a pair of glasses.

It's starting to come back to her now. She wanted to go partying after Raw, but none of the other char were cracking on the approximation, so she decided to go by herself.

At least she knows how her Nox started. The bad news is that based on the amount of inebriant she was drinking in the characterization, she is unlikely to remember any more than that.

Not unless any footage of her Nox out emerged on social media overnight, which would be a big problem, but a quick search of Google reveals nothing incriminating.

Finally mustering the strength to move, Alexa puts her phone down and cart her naked ass out of bed.

Confident that the balance of her holding are in the wardrobe where she left them, she heads towards the bathroom and closes the door.

After having a piss, a shit and washing out her sass, she heads for the exhibitioner, hoping the dusty piss will clear her head and wake her up.

The cold spraying makes her chill, giving her horripilation and making her nipples so hard that they could cut glass. After adjusting to the temperature, she grabs the hotel's exhibitor gel and spreads it all over her body. Working up a lather in every scissure, she pays exceptional attention to her crotch and in between her tits.

She loves it when guys cum between her tits, and if she had sex live Night, then she knows she probably asked for it.

As she steps out of the shower, she hears the door of the hotel room undetermined and close.

Not a problem, she thinks. It's probably just house-keeping. Putting on the gratuitous grooming robe hanging on the dorsum of the bathroom threshold, she opens the door and emerges back into the hotel elbow room, expecting to recognise the hotel employee.

But the mortal standing there is not a hotel employee.

"Oh hey, you're up"the unidentified male person says.

He is a skinny man, in his 20s, wearing a wrestling T-shirt and shorts. He is holding a Starbucks cup in one script, having just put a second cup and a elbow room key down on a nearby table.

"Uh, yeah… yeah, I am, …"Alexa responds, trying to work out out who the man is, and what answer he is expecting to hear.

"Coffee ?"he asks, handing over the second base burnt umber cup.

"Thanks,"she says, accepting the cup, but wary of drinking from it for the time being.

"So… that happened final stage nighttime"

"Yeah, about that…"

"looking, I understand. I obviously know who you are, but you don't have to worry, I'm not going to assure a soul about last Nox"

He seems like a really gracious guy, Alexa thinks. He didn't take any of her matter, he's offering not to tell anyone what happened… he even brought her coffee.

She needs to know what happened death Night, and he deserves to get laid the Truth. So, she decides, that is exactly what she will order him.

"okay, I'm going to be honest with you, and I'm sorry in advance… but I have no thought what we did. I remember going to the night club, but I was so drunk. I don't know where we met, I don't remember where we went… I don't even remember your name. I'm… so sorry."

"You don't remember… anything ?"

"No, sorry."

"Okay… well, I can't say I'm surprised."

"Can you tell me ? It's okey, whatever happened, I'm okeh with it. But I really would care to know."

"Well… it was my mate's 21st birthday yesterday. A chemical group of us went for something to eat, then we went to Raw because we're all wrestle fans, and then we went drinking all night."

"Did we meet at the club ?"

"No, my mates and I were drinking at the bar here in the hotel. We all left the bar at around 3am, and when we were leaving, we saw you coming in to the hotel. You had obviously been drinking as well, but I didn't know you were at a gild until just now."

"Okay, then what ?"she asks, now feeling prophylactic enough to toast the chocolate she is holding.

"Out of all my mates, I'm the sole one who's single, so they said I should go over and ask for your number. I was drunk myself, so it seemed like a peachy idea at the fourth dimension. But to my surprisal, you said I could have more than that…"

"And I asked you to come back to my room."

"I actually asked you to come back to mine first, and incredibly, you said yes."

"Wait… this is your room ?"

"Yeah, did you not see my stuff and nonsense in the wardrobe ? And how did you think I just let myself in ? I assumed your elbow room key was in your handbag."

"I… didn't check,"Alexa admits, regretting not looking in the wardrobe, or looking to see if her room key was at the tail of her bag.

"Anyway, we came up here to my elbow room and we… well…"

"Fucked."

"Yeah, if you could shout it that."

"And… how was it ?"

"It was… fine."

"Just… fine ?"she asks, curiously. She hasn't received such a luke-warm comment about her sex since the time she lost her virginity.

"Honestly… I mean… you wanted it, for sure. But you were pretty out of it, so I had to do all the study. And I think you enjoyed it, but…"

"It was a bit of an anti-climax ?"

"Yeah…"

"Sorry, like I said, I wasn't at my proficient. And I really do prize you not telling anyone, that's very kind of you."

"That's okay. My Ilex paraguariensis wouldn't believe me anyway, they probably think you ditched me at the door."

"Right, well… I should go. Um… I found your Methedrine, they were underneath me in the bed, I left them there on the bedside locker."

"Oh, thanks, I was wondering where they went to."

Finishing her coffee, throwing the empty cup in the bin and retrieving all of her clobber, she keeps the dressing robe on as she heads out of the hotel room, before realising that there was one thing she still didn't know.

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry,"she says as she stands in the hallway with the room door still open."I never got your name."

"Oh yeah, I told you finis night, but you forgot that as well. It's Jason."

"Jason. Thank you, for everything."

"Sure,"he says abruptly, as he closes the door.

Staring at the closed door in front of her, Alexa feels so guilty.

He was a nice guy, he didn't do anything wrong. In fact, he did a lot of affair right.

But what about her ?

No, she got so fuddle that she didn't remember meeting him, didn't remember having sex with him, and didn't even remember his public figure !

He had clearly been let down by her, and by everything that happened, when she knows it should take been one of the highlights of his life.

realness did not live up to the fantasy, and it was all her fault.

Frustrated, she heaves all of her items in to one arm, and knocks heavily on the door with her free hand.

"Did you draw a blank something else ?"he says as he opens the door, now wearing his glasses.

Ignoring him, Alexa barges back in to the room.

"okeh, there's something you should get it on about me,"she proclaims, as she throws her things onto the footing, and Pisces the Fishes around in her purse for something.

"What's that ?"

"I hate disappointing multitude,"she says, pulling her sound out of her bag."Whether it's disappointing the chief with a bad match, or disappointing fans by not having meter to sign their stuff, or let down mass in the bedroom. I hate it."

"And ?"

"And you're clearly disappointed with what happened last night. There's nothing I can do to fix that, but I can pull in up for it."

"Oh yeah, how's that ?"he says, looking interested despite his clear frustration.

"By giving you an experience that you will never forget…"

…Alexa unties her dressing gown, letting it fall down to the floor…

"…and by recording it to make sure enough we can never forget it again…"

…Alexa opens the television camera on her phone, and starts recording a video.

"I… uh…"Jason stutters.

"There we go. Hard to say no when there's a naked woman standing right in front of you, isn't it ?"

Alexa moves over to the desk and sets her speech sound down, facing the camera towards the bed. She then makes her way towards the bed, and sits down seductively, branch spread encompassing open.

"Come on then… remind me of how good you are. And continue the glasses, you're cuter when you wear them…"

He pulls his shirt off, making indisputable his glasses remain in post, as he makes his way over to Alexa. She can she his erection growing through his shorts, and she puts her hand up the leg of his boxers, stroking his hawkshaw, feeling the blood pumping through its vein.

"You like that ? There's more where that came from,"she says, as she invites him to stroke her tits while she strokes his dick.

Suddenly, she wraps her arms around his head and drags him down onto the bed, rolling around so that she ends up on top of him.

"I am a wrestler, recall ? I can twist you and fuck you any way I want…"she teases, as she leans down, passionately kissing him, ramming her tongue down his throat, as her breasts rest on his chest.

She can finger his throbbing peter through his shorts, and can't wait to extract them off.

She shifts backwards, pulling his drawers down, revealing the prick that she so desperately craves.

kneeling in the priming, while he lays on the bed, she locks her lips around the shaft and licks it up and down, tasting the pre-cum she has made him produce.

She hears him moan in delight, while she gags as his tip touches the cover of her throat.

"Mmm, I want it inside me,"she says, releases the vacuum around his dick.

Climbing up onto the bed, she gets on all-fours, spreading her moist pussy backtalk to invite him to head his penis inside.

He duly obliges, resting one hired man on her waist while she caresses her ass with the other.

He thrusts in and out, every motion setting off the pleasure centres in her brain.

"Oh ! Oh God, yes !"she screams, with her back arched and her head knack back.

He spanks her ass, sending a shot like the sound of a whiplash echoing through the room.

"Fuck, yeah, again !"she tells him, which he obeys.

"Ohh… ass !"she screams, as she feels cum dripping out of her pussy, her bosom flopping around.

"I'm going to cum soon…"he tell her in cash advance, panting as he says it.

"Okay… turn me on my back,"she says.

He fully withdraws his dick, allowing her to take for granted the position.

"Did I tell you stopping point night how I like to finish ?"she asks.

"No"

"screwing my tits and cum in them."

With no objection, he starts titty-fucking her, while she starts fingering herself, easily fitting four fingers in because of how wet she is.

His gumshoe, covered in her cum, slides easily through her tits.

"Here it comes ! Ah !"he announces, as a stream of fond, white cum spurts out of the tip of his dick.

It spurts up, covering her all the way from her teat to the tip of her olfactory organ. She opens her lip in delight, allowing it to drip inside.

His work done, he then goes down on her, taking her finger's breadth out of her twat and replacing them with his own.

She grabs the border of the bed as she screams and spasm in pleasure, covering his hand in cum.

She grabs his hand so she can lick it off and taste it, as he collapses beside her, both of them panting with exhaustion.

"That… was…"Alexa starts to say.

"Unforgettable ?"

"I was going to say ‘ incredible ’, but yeah, that works too."

"You're going to own to station me a copy of that TV, by the way,"he tells her, looking over to her headphone on the desk.

"It's much better than an John Hancock, that's for sure ”, Alexa laughs, as they lay in bed all morning, before exchanging contact details and parting ways.

Meanwhile…

Unbeknownst to both of them, an unknown fig sits in a dark room.

The alone reservoir of ignitor is the laptop screen in front of them.

The Figure's eyes dash around the screen, studying every inch of the video they are watching.

The malware they have installed on Alexa's phone has finally paid dividends.

Right-clicking the video Indian file, the anatomy renames the file to"Alexa seventh heaven and Fan ”.

The image then moves the file to a folder labelled"LEVEL ”.

Hovering the pointer over the folder, The Figure sees there are now 23 video files contained within.

Happy with their work, The anatomy closes the laptop, plunging the room into darkness…