Elaine woke up with a less than good mood. There was a heavy pounding in her head, probably because of the tequila she'd been drinking the night before. Quite a lot tequila. And there had also been some whiskey mixed in there somewhere. And there might've been rum involved. She wasn't sure though. Bloody hangover.
There was something unfamiliar about her surroundings. Her eyes were still shut to block out the early morning light that was sure to increase her hangover suffering, but something didn't feel quite right. Deciding to take a chance, Elaine opened her eyes, just enough to be able to see her surroundings.
'Since when do I have peach-coloured walls?'
It wasn't all that hard to put two and two together: this wasn't her room. This was confirmed when Elaine noticed the sound of soft breathing. It wasn't her own. Slowly turning her head, she could see long red curls on the pillow next to her. A small button nose, freckles covering rosy cheeks, a small mouth with full lips, short thick lashes that had traces of black mascara on them. All in all, an attractive young woman. No older than Elaine's twenty-three years, probably even younger.
'Oh crap, she's not a minor, is she?'
Elaine got up, ruffling her short blond spikes of hair. The sheets fell down, revealing small white breasts. And a few hickeys, she noticed. Once she'd gotten up from the bed, and without bothering to find her underwear, Elaine went to find the bathroom. As she opened the bedroom door, she noticed her jacket and an unfamiliar miniskirt in the hallway. Looking to the right she could see the living room, though most of it was blocked from her view by a big brown leather couch. She could see a bra hanging over it. Not hers.
The bathroom was conveniently located directly opposite of the bedroom. It wasn't anything big. A bath and shower behind an open curtain with a pattern of brightly coloured fish, a toilet, a sink, a cabinet with a mirror above the sink, another cabinet underneath the sink, a window. There were pieces of soap all over the room in what Elaine would call an organized chaos. Small, brightly coloured soaps in lots of different shapes and sizes.
"Cute," Elaine muttered. She looked in the mirror. Her make-up was still on her face, though it was smudging a lot. Her lips were a bit bruised, her dark gray eyes still sleepy, eyeliner on her cheeks, hickeys all over her neck and shoulders. Turning around revealed a lot of bright red scratches and small red crescent shapes on her back and shoulders.
"Sex was good, then," Elaine sad with a hint of smugness in her hoarse voice.
After a quick shower - to get rid of the make-up as well as to clear her head a little - she dried herself with a soft white towel and left it in the bathroom as she went back to the bedroom. Still stark naked.
The other woman was awake now and sitting upright in the bed, the sheets pooling around her waist. She had an aghast look on her face as she held up Elaine's black thong at arm's length with just her thumbs and index fingers. As soon as she heard Elaine enter she looked up, dropping the thong as if it had burned her. her face turned bright red at the sight of Elaine's naked body. Elaine looked amused.
"Good morning," she said. The young redhead managed an uncomfortable nod, then grew redder as she noticed her lack of clothes. She hurried to cover her breasts. They were slightly bigger than Elaine's, and covered in small marks that had been darkening overnight. Elaine gave herself a pat on the back for her excellent work.
"Nothing I didn't see last night, darling," she told the woman with an amused smirk on her face. Still uncaring about her own state of nudity she walked up to the redhead's side of the bed, picked up her thong, and put it on, all the while taking her sweet time.
"You have a name, darling?" Elaine asked. The woman looked up, visibly surprised.
"You don't remember?" she asked. Elaine shook her head.
"Do you remember mine?" she asked.
"I asked last night, but you never told me."
"If you don't know my name either, then what's the problem? Now where did I leave my bra?"
Elaine found her bra halfway under the bed, a lacy black thing that didn't really cover all that much. Her skintight black leather pants were on her side of the bed. She could find her equally tight black leather top.
"I'm Elaine," she said once she had most of her clothes on.
"Agnes," the other woman introduced herself. It wasn't until then that Elaine noticed the bright red marks on the redhead's wrists. So they'd thrown in a bit of bondage last night. Interesting.
Indeed, closer inspection of the headboard revealed a strong black lace. And on the ground, the two halves of Elaine's now lace-less top. Picking up the two halves, she put the lace back in its place and put the top on. Agnes was still in bed with her small hands still covering her marked breasts.
"You know... maybe you should go and take a shower," Elaine suggested. "Works miracles for your head, I swear. Judging from your actions this morning, I'm guessing you were drunk too last night. Am I right?"
Agnes slowly nodded, visibly ashamed. Other than that, she didn't move. The blonde sighed, got up, grabbed the sheets, and pulled hard. In a mere second, Agnes was completely exposed. The sheets dropped to the floor. Agnes yelped as Elaine pushed her back so that she was lying down. Then the blonde straddled her, and the redhead's breathing turned almost to panting. Elaine smirked as she put her hands on either side of Agnes' head. Agnes squeezed her eyes shut, her red cheeks no longer caused by shame or embarrassment, but excitement and anticipation. But all Elaine did was softly kiss her forehead. Then she got up from the bed, grabbed her Dr Martens boots, and went to the door. Looking back, she saw that Agnes had gotten up on her elbows and was looking at her in confusion.
"Sorry, darling. Maybe next time," she said with a mischievous glint in her eyes. Then Elaine left the room, picked up her jacket, put it on along with her boots and left the apartment.