Hot and Served

I am awaken this morning with a pounding headache. Not only do I have a damn raging hardon, but it feels like I am being pulled by the hair in every direction. That is what too much whiskey will kind of do to you. I found myself crawling into bed at some ungodly hour early this morning, only after consuming the better part of the bottle. After Cassandra left me hanging like that, I lost all desire to control myself.

And now I have my dad banging on my bedroom door just to annoy me further. God knows what his problem is so early in the morning, but I do have a fairly good idea.

"Christian, I want you downstairs in five minutes." I hear him hollering through the door.

"Make it fifteen," I try to sit up, but my pounding head makes me fall back down. "I want to have a shower."

"Make it twenty," he says but not until he gets out what I am sure he has been trying to hold in with no luck. "You have been in that damn strip club all night again."

"Sure, fat