Chapter 15 Shut the fuck up!

Amberleigh put her shower cap on and jumped in the shower in an adjoining suite. She made sure to wash all her own naughty bits thoroughly. She wiped a towel across the steamed up bathroom mirror and glanced at her reflection. There was a nice bruise on her cheek and split lip, now even more engorged from Frat Boy’s lips against hers, and her lips navigating the geography of his body. Her battered face reminded her of old days back in The Fringe. Good times.