As I open my eyes this morning, the scene before me is surreal. I am disoriented and initially can't figure out exactly where I am. It's like an opening scene to Breaking Bad, where there's all sorts of weird shit lying around that you can't put together and figure out.
There's a phone ringing. Sounds like mine, but I have no clue how to find it, so I don't even try. My next conscious impression is one of light. The curtains are closed poorly wherever I am, and bright sunlight is streaming into the room through various gaps. It's a hotel room, but which one? The next thing I am aware of is my tongue. Its tired from exertion, what a strange feeling. Then a smile crosses my face. It's all coming back to me now. It feels like I might have small abrasions around my mouth from her stubble. Another smile. The next thing I'm aware of is the little head. He is shriveled up in a tiny little ball like a butterfly that climbed back in its cocoon. I had thought of playing again this morning, but he's making it very clear that last night was all he is up to. I understand.
As I survey the room, there is money literally everywhere. $20 bills. All over. It looks like a tornado swept through the printing press where they print money. How much did I give her last night? Doesn't matter, it was worth it.
Many of the $20 bills are focused around the small couch in the room. The focus of the private lap dances. Lying in the middle of these bills is a very large dildo. That was a new experience. And next to the dildo there's my cell phone. Now I remember the pictures. Another smile. The ringing phone is what woke me up. And there are clothes everywhere -- clothes on the couch, on the table, on the floor, in the bed even. How many outfits did she wear for me last night?
The table looks like the remnants of a drug deal gone bad. There is a large open bag of weed. Yes, the room smells distinctly like marijuana. There are mutilated, burned, torn matches all over. I remember, couldn't find a lighter. It can be hard to light a match when you're high. There's a vaporizer with accessories, a couple of grinders, a small container of coke, half smoked blunts, another smaller vibrator, and the various instruments and leftovers from it all. We spilled a lot of the pot.
By far the best thing in the room. She's lying right next to me, and as always I am drawn to her. So skinny, so young, so beautiful, and completely nude. I asked the little head if he couldn't please just try, but he's spent. No need to even ask further. That could quite possibly be the hardest he's ever worked in his whole life, so I really can't complain. So I snuggle up against her and caress her beautiful body. I don't like to wake her but when I must I do it gently and slowly. Its time for lunch but she'd sleep with me until evening if I could. I consider the options. It would be easy to do. Maybe after a nap the little head would be himself again. I was supposed to leave for work about the time that we fell asleep, so fuck it, there's no work that's going to happen for me today. But I have to check out of the hotel, the alarm clock says its past check out time, so that decides it. I start kissing her slowly, and gently, all over. I stop to admire those breasts. I got to know them so intimately last night. I don't know that I've ever experienced a woman's breasts quite like that before. A huge smile this time. What a wonderful way to wake up.
