A Revenge Fuck

"You feel so good!" I said as we slithered to a halt in the backseat.

"Are you both done?" the cabby tossed back a paper towel. "Don't get nothing on my seat."

She laughed.

"What's your name?" I asked.

"You'll find out when we get to my house."

The cab dropped us off near a mild development area. The building had a coded entry after hours and a door man during the day. Her flat was on the twentieth floor with a lovely view of the harbor and all the rubbish that littered the desolate port city. "If we could open the windows, during the summer it would give you a great cause to vomit." she said bringing me a glass of water, "For tomorrow." she clicked my glass with hers and took some pills, chasing it with the water.

I downed the glass and filled it up again from the sink.

"I wouldn't." She said reentering the small kitchen area. She had gone into her bathroom and came out wearing a silk kimono. "There's bottled water in the fridge." and pouring out my glass, added: "This is the stuff movies are made of."

"No... that would be you." I said dangerously, pulling a bottle from the shelf.

She gave me cross look, "I was wondering... do you want to sleep on the couch or do you thing you could fuck me again?"

Wouldn't you know I really did try, but after an hour blow job we abandoned the idea and drifted off to sleep. I stared at the star patterned ceiling for a while, with her nestling next to me in her silk robe. Her breasts pressed against my chest. Her lips swollen from sucking cock, purred softly into my ear. "I never got you name." I said before nodding off myself.

Morning struck like a sludge hammer. My head thundered, pounded. My Eyes threatened to pop out from the pressure, it was miserable.

She had already showered and was making breakfast when I staggered from the bed. With bleary eyes I found the bathroom and there just stared at my reflection, bagging myself not to hurt.