Cyber
My eyes were stuck together with sleep as I pushed the sleeping club girl off my lap; she slid onto the floor with a moan. I wasn't sure when we had all passed out, but it felt like only a few minutes had passed. My brain was foggy and my mouth felt like the damn Sahara Desert it was so dry.
Not even the tantalising smell of frying meat was enough to flood it with saliva. But, damn, something smelt good.
Pushing myself upwards, I cracked my back, turning towards the door that led to the kitchen. Someone was cooking up a storm in there. Something that almost never happened. The club girls were usually in charge of breakfast, and none of them could cook worth a damn.
The room was only half full of sleeping bodies, and there wasn't a glass or bottle in sight.
What the hell was go
