Later that night I stumbled into the house, it was late, very f*****g late. My father was going to kill me, that much I knew. Still I had the leggy, skinny blonde wrapped under my arm, my hand draped down towards her breast. My other hand was wrapped around a bottle of scotch that I was drinking straight from the bottle.
“Shh,” I whispered. “If my Father sees us, he’s going to kill me.”
She giggled in response.
We had been at the club since I left the warehouse, not wanting another lecture from my father. I had decided to come home once I knew everyone would be asleep, and now I had to try and sneak her inside so we could have our little after hours fun.
“Baby, I want to go in that huge spa bath.” Her voice was whiny, was it always that f*****g whiny. Shaking my head, I took anothe
