CHAPTER SIXTEEN

            What do you get when you mix 191 proof alcohol (which is illegal, by the way) with two extremely hot girls in bikinis? 

            Yeah…I don’t know either because thanks to a little concoction mixed together by the lovely Ashley Davies, I ended up blacking out.  When I woke up, I found myself to have fell victim to the drink’s promising name; lying on the surprising comfortable wall to wall carpet in Ashley’s room, with my bikini bottom AWOL.  I hadn’t moved my head to look – it felt like it weighed a ton – but I could fell the thin mohawk that I had shaved into my vag playing with the fibers of the carpet.  As I laid there, I tried to rack my brain and remember some things from the previous night but the sun was pouring in from the wall to ceiling windows, jumbling my thought process.  I let out a moan, buried my face in the soft material of the carpet and tried to think again…..nothing.  Nothing more than gulping down my second death in a cup and asking for another.  Hazy flashes of me kissing Ashley ran through my mine, but I couldn’t separate my dreams from what really happened. 

Then panic set in.  Did Ashley and I have sex?  No way did I want my first time to be while I was drunk…And I’m pretty sure I would have liked to remember it.

Fuck!  Fuck!  Fuck!  Think Spencer!

“You okay?”  I looked up to see Ashley standing over me, a glass of water and two Advil’s in her hand.

“Um….yeah, I was just trying to remember last night.”

“No worries.  It all on tape.”

“What?!” I said, raising my voice slightly and I actually moved my body a bit.  “Someone was video taping?” 

Ashley giggled and sat down beside me, crossing her legs Indian style.  She placed the glass and pills in front of me.  “No, but I do have security cameras all over the house, so naturally, it was all caught on tape.  See?”  Ashley pointed to the ceiling.  In each corner, there was a tiny camera that I had confused for spot lights when I first saw her room.