Who Done Her? - Sex Stories

Who Done Her?

... bitter coffee. She decided to ring her friend. Maybe speaking to someone might help jog her memory. Louise had moved to the city after college and was working at the restaurant she went to last night. Perhaps she was working and could help shed some light on what had happened. Megan called her friend without even caring that she might be disturbing her so early. She just needed to know what happened. “Hello…” came the half asleep voice of her friend on the other end of the line. “Louise, thank god you’re awake.” “Well, I am now. Megan, why are you calling me at…” the sounds of Louise fumbling to find her clock could be heard, “… Six-thirty in the morning?” “Lou please, you’ve got to help me. Did you see me last night?” “Yes, you were in the restaurant with your clients. I knew you were a bit tipsy when you arrived, but you must remember speaking to me?” “I don’t! I don’t remember a thing. I think I took too much of my medication and it didn’t mix well with the drink I had.” “Drinks,” Louise corrected. “It was drinks. You had quite a few with your clients, whom were sexy as fuck by the way. They were buying bottles of champagne.” “Fuck! Louise, I think I slept with one of them last night!” “Oh my god! Which one? The tall blonde or the shorter, brooding, dark haired one?” “I don’t know! I can’t remember. I had a dream, or at least I thought it was a dream until I woke up and found the bite mark on my shoulder and dried cum on my thighs.” “Megan, you dirty whore! Back up to ...

... old tricks again.” “No, I’m not like that anymore. My wild college days are over. I’ve stopped the drugs and drink and especially the wild sex. I’m not Megan the party girl anymore, or at least I didn’t think I was. What did I do when I left the restaurant? Where did I go? You’ve got to tell me.” “I don’t know. I was working. You asked me to get you taxi, so I called my friend, Ronnie.” Megan remembered the taxi receipt from her bag. “Can you call him and ask him where we went?” “It’s 6.30 in the morning. If you want to ask him then he’ll be down at the café on Smith Street. He always has his breakfast there, before clocking off after the night shift. I’m going back to sleep. I’ve got a double shift today and I can’t be tired.” With that, Louise hung up. *** Megan pulled up outside the café, after a short trip from the hotel in another taxi. There was a furrow in her brow, while she racked her brain for clues. She pulled a fiver out her wallet and handed it to the driver, who refused to accept it. “I was on my way here already. Just get me a cuppa and we’ll call it quits. You look like you could do with a break today.” “Thank you. Would you be able to point out Ronnie to me?” They walked in the greasy spoon café and her kind driver pointed in the direction of the heavy set man, who was tucking into a full English in the corner of the room. Megan ordered her driver a drink and got herself a coffee. “Hi, I don’t know if you remember me?” she said, as she walked over to Ronnie’s ...