Chapter 29: Morning Recriminations

When I came into the bathroom, after swimming for half an hour, Jackie was still passed out on the floor of the shower with her fingers very deep in her twat. I wouldn’t let Jackie’s current position prevent me from getting to work on time. I walked into the shower and straddled Jackie’s naked comatose body. I stood out of the way as I turned on the water. I waited for the pipes and the warm water to reach the shower head. The initial cold water bounced off the wall and hit Jackie’s face and tits. Yet, she didn’t start to rouse until the warm spray was directed to my head and the droplets bounced off me. They hit her but it was the water pouring off the point of my dick onto her clit that ended her slumber. Not taking notice of my companion, I stood above her washing the chlorine from my hair and soaping up my cock and balls. When Jackie’s eyes eventually focused, she was staring straight at my ass and hanging balls. I finished soaping down my chest and took a second swipe over my nuts to clean them well. Jackie’s brain finally registered I was standing over her and her hand was still within her twat. She hollered, “What’s going on here? Why are you in the shower with me? And why am I on the floor?”

I turned and looked down past my dick to face her. The position of her head to my cock reminded me of the position she had been in multiple times the night before. Her staring at a cock shortly before sucking it or having it blow its load onto her.

I said accusingly down at her, “This should be a familiar sight. You had it multiple times last night. Though, I would prefer you to not start sucking my dick first thing this morning. You can do that later tonight. We have to get to work.”

The total calmness of my voice telling her she could suck my dick tonight instead of right now threw her. All the while my reminding her of what she had done the night before made her finally pull her fingers from her twat. Immediately afterward she balled up and hid her face in her knees. An audible cry sounded from within the balled-up woman.

I continued washing while she cried into her knees and thighs. Calmly I stepped over and around her. “We leave for work in 15 minutes. Breakfast is out in the room. I will see you out there shortly.” With that, I left the tiled shower and Jackie. My lack of compassion or soothing words just made her cry harder. Out of the shower, I grabbed a towel and headed to the room to dress.

I was fully dressed and sitting having my usual sour cream and bagel with a big portion of smoked salmon on the top. I heard the wail come from the bathroom. I figured Jackie had finally looked in the mirror. She had seen what had become of her body over the previous night’s bacchanalia. I could hear her crying to herself, “Oh my god, what have I done? Shit, look at this. I can’t believe this is happening to me.”

Finished with my breakfast and a single cup of coffee, I popped my head into the bathroom. I told the willingly battered soul, “You have five minutes and then it’s time to go. So make sure you got all the cum out of your hair. Then get out here and get dressed. We need to get moving.”

My comment about making sure she no longer had cum in her hair started her crying, again. She put her forehead down on the backs of her hands which gripped the counter while jutting her bruised and battered ass cheeks out hiding her face

My lack of empathy for what she had done to herself, clearly wasn’t expected. But realizing she had put herself in the position for it to be done, made her cry a little more. With her head still down she whined lowly, “Please ... Please just go. I can’t have you see me right now. Not like this.”

“What? You don’t want me to see what a slut looks like in the morning after being part of a drug-fueled orgy. Or was the engine of an oral train? Hell, you should have seen yourself last night. You looked a lot worse then, than you do this morning. You’re now down to four minutes before we have to leave.” I said not letting up on the humiliation.

She picked up the hairbrush that was on the counter and threw it in my general direction. “Oh, you shit. Just go and let me be.”

“Let you be what? An oral slut ... Blowjob queen ... Dick diver...” I hammered home her activities. She said nothing only cried harder. “Oh fine. I’ll be the plant. If you need me for something other than a dick to suck on. You know the number. I guess this will be one of your sick days. But let me tell you, the bottle flu or in your case orgy aftermath isn’t a reason for a sick day. So if you are going to run with the big dogs. You have to pay like the big dogs. And, suck it up and show up.”

I realize I shouldn’t have told her to suck it up. It just made her cry even more. I was going out the door before she ever reappeared from the bathroom. She squeaked between sniffs, “Give my apologies for not being there. I know they were expecting me at the morning meeting.”

At that meeting, I gave them the excuse that was true, but not the whole truth. “Jackie is not feeling well today. I’m pretty sure it is something she ate that didn’t agree with her. I fully expected her to be back tomorrow.”

The VP of production nodded with a knowing look on his face. “Yes that happens sometimes,” he said in his best broken English.

I couldn’t help but wonder if he had been one of the men who had shot his sperm down Jackie’s throat the night before. Or maybe he just covered her face in his spunk. I would have to ask Jackie if she remembered any of the guys that she had blown during her time in the limelight.

I opened the door to the room Jackie was naked on the bed curled up in a ball. Her hair was wet and the cheek that I could see was wet as well. Her torso looked like it had been scrubbed for hours and her ass also had the same look. But, it had multiple round purple spots across her ass cheek from the pinches she endured the previous night. She had the same purple-type spots on what little bit of her side breast I could see.

Before I could say anything to her, she said, “I tried to scrub it all off.” Looking forlorn with water welling up in her eyes she mumbled, “But it doesn’t want to go away ... I can’t seem to get clean.” She truly looked broken.

I told her that my lessons would be hard and she wouldn’t like them. Yet, this one was a bit on the extreme side. It made it hard for me not to feel some empathy for her. But I was determined not to. It would lessen the lesson. I calmly asked, “Have you been like that all day?”

“No ... The shower ... I was in the shower trying to scrape it all off ... But it doesn’t want to come off no matter how much I scrub.” She looked down at her bared chest, which was lobster red.

“So you’ve not eaten anything all day?” I inquired. Then continued finding out what she had and hadn’t done I asked, “What about drinking something. Have you had any fluids today? The amount of alcohol you ingested last night is going to require a significant amount of fluids to replace what it and the drugs removed.” She shook her head, not saying a word in the process.

I debated doing what had been done to me growing up. After a hard night of drinking, only the hair of the dog was allowed for fluids. I was also given the opportunity to do manual labor out in the hot sun Texas sun to truly make the point. Maybe the next time if there was one, I would limit her to the hair of the dog. At that moment I would let her choose. “Well you need to drink something, I can have more champagne brought up for you. Or I can have a sports drink brought up to replace some of what you lost last night.”

The initial offer of champagne made her pull her knees even tighter to her chest. She looked physically wounded by the offer. The second offering got rid of some of the wounded look but did not loosen her grip on the knees.

“I guess we will eat in tonight. I will get hamburgers delivered and some french fries. That should soak up much of what is in your stomach.” I didn’t know what you gave someone for semen overload, though.

She didn’t say or do anything but stay in her ball and stare out at the room. For a change, I went into the bathroom to change into my shorts for the evening. When I came back out I asked Jackie, “Did you by any chance leave at least long enough to talk to Tyleen and Martha?” The inference was clear. She needed to correct her earlier misrepresentation, though I was beginning to think that would be a mistake.

She shook her head and quietly said, “No. They hate me. So do you. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have let me do all that last night.”

It was clear Jackie had learned nothing of personal responsibility from her night out. I glared at her and demanded, “Go over there and sit in that chair. We’re going to talk about this while we eat.” She initially didn’t move, until I used my most forceful tone, “Jackie! Move it!”

She looked up at me scared and slowly uncurled. She evidently took my statement as not to dress before going to the table. She sat there nude for some time while I collected my thoughts and tried to calm down a notch or two. Being in the exclusive part of the hotel, dinner came up almost immediately. A knock at the door with a teen voice saying, “Room service.” was evidence of this.

Jackie looked like she wanted to bolt from the chair and said, “Don’t open it, yet. Let me get some clothes.”

“Stay right where you are. While I get dinner,” I said with as much force as I had, pointing at her chair, when she started to get up.

She started to stammer, “But ... But I don’t have anything on.”

I ignored her and opened the door. A teen with a cart came into the room. Where I then directed him to the table. Jackie sat frozen and naked as the boy approached. The teen’s eyes grew large looking at Jackie’s small tits covered in small circles of purple. The markings, that to a teen, could have easily come from lips being attached and sucking too hard. Which turned out to be the case for more than a few of them.

The teen put out the two covered plates and put them on the table along with the Gatorade for Jackie, and a bourbon neat for me. He pulled the covers off the plates and set them aside. The whole time he couldn’t take his eyes off Jackie’s naked form.

To let her know she still had to clear up the misconception with the Simpson women. I said to her, “Well are you going to blow him for his tip? After all, that’s what most good sluts would do. I mean it’s not like you haven’t sucked a dick before. Or did you just get your fill last night? I mean exactly how many cocks passed by your lips last night? Do you even remember?”

“Oh, you’re such an asshole. You do hate me. Don’t you?” It wasn’t so much a question as a statement. Again tears began forming in her eyes and a look of embarrassment that I had brought up her previous night’s behavior, crossed her face.

Looking at the boy, I said, “Well it is clear. She’s not going to blow you. So put twenty percent on the bill for yourself.” With that, the teen left looking back one more time at Jackie before the door closed behind him.

A new sudden level of forcefulness came over Jackie and she asked, “Why do you three hate me so bad? Why did you let those people use me that way?”

I bit my tongue for a minute before feeling it was safe for me to speak. “What do you mean? They used you? You seemed to be enjoying it. So why would we have stopped what you were doing? And as for hating you. If we hated you, the Simpson women wouldn’t have offered you the chastity belt. Or talked me out of putting you on the seven o’clock flight back to the States. Because without them that is where you would be right now.”

Jackie’s lip started to quiver. “You were going to send me away ... Send me home?”

“Yes.” Was my initial hard one-word answer. I followed it up with, “But they talked me out of it. Not something you do when you hate someone. And you seemed hell-bent on sucking every dick that got near you. If I hated you wouldn’t I have handed the key to said chastity belt to that pretty boy? The one who initially took you into the room to suck all those dicks and get covered in their semen. Had I given him the key, it would have meant instead of just being covered in a film of spooge on the outside. Your pussy and asshole would have been filled to the brim with it. So don’t tell me that we hate you. We just ... Let me correct that, I just expect you to act like an adult and take responsibility for your own actions. I can’t speak for the Simpson sisters. I mean if you want to take a bunch of drugs, and spend the night sucking dicks, and getting fucked, and not remember it in the morning, go for it. By the way, if those marks on your body are the only way you have to remember what you do while on a drug high and drunk. Have at it. You can feel free to do so. That’s your business and I accept it. But it doesn’t mean I’m going to stick around or have you stick around to watch you ruin yourself.”