I wake up exhausted. Last night was horrible. I had way to much to drink, my friends left me in a random bar, with a whole bunch of older men, I say older, but most were in their fifties, and I am 18 with a fake leg. I look around me, but have no idea where I am. Panic starts to rice, and I lift the comforter and sigh relieved. I’m still wearing the clothes from last night. A knock on the door bring me out of my own thoughts, and I turn my attention there. “Come in” I say and wince at how hoarse my voice is. The door opens, and a man in his mid fifties, maybe early sixties stand in the doorway with a towel around his waist. “Did you sleep well, sugar?” He ask and sit down on the bed with me. His left hand creep under the blanket and start caressing my bare thigh, and I moan before I can st
