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Jayna stirred awake with a migraine, soreness all over her body. Her mouth was pasty and dry. As she attempted to roll to her side, a pain in her gut shot up and she coughed. As she tried to curl up in a ball, the wetness from between her legs drew her attention; her hand wandered down there, and she touched a wet substance. She brought her fingers to her nose: the unmistakable smell of semen assaulted her nostrils.

There was more. Wetness in the bed under her felt all too familiar; even the back of her throat, now that she realized it, tasted salty.

"...fuck happened...?"

She managed to roll herself to her sides, then tried to stand. She succeeded on the third try. She couldn't find her clothes, so she grabbed the blanket off the bed, wrapping it around herself.

There was a toilet connected to the room she was in; she stumbled into it, leaning her head over the bowl, as if she would vomit, except she didn't. She simply spat out saliva - whatever she could, given her dry mouth.

As she rose, she suddenly faced the mirror. Her eyes were sullen, her nose was red, and her lips were swollen. She pulled the blanket away to see her naked body: she saw the dried stains across her entire flesh.

"oh my fucking god..."

There was a small window in the bathroom; abandoning all pretense at modesty, she dropped the blanket and opened the window. She knew what had happened. She knew where she was. She even remembered the odd-tasting drink her boyfriend had given her.

In the nude, she clumsily crawled out of the window; once outside, she unceremoniously dropped to the ground. She crept along the wall, towards the parking lot. She spotted, from the corner of her eye, a couple having sex on top of the Ferrari. Her eyes wandered a moment to their half-naked bodies, but she needed to press on.

Aware of how exposed she was, she walked out into the parking lot. The woman having sex, seeing her, yelled out to her. She was obviously quite drunk.

"You go streaker!"

The young man pounding into her turned around.

"All right!" he exclaimed, laughing, obviously inebriated too. "You want some more dick?"
"...more?" Jayna hazarded, still groggy.
"Yeah... we saw you earlier... get humped good..."
"...mmm... which one?"
"Don't know... didn't know that guy..."
"You look so hot," the girl said. "Are you sure you don't wanna threesome? I'd like some poo-say!"

She giggled all the way through that comment.

"Um... no..."

Jayna was mortified. She walked away from them, hearing them resume their lewd almost public sex act. She needed to escape. She needed to... do something about it.