Morning After

Trent slowly and painfully climbed out from the covers of his bed. He groaned nursing a massive hangover. He checked the time and saw it was already passed one pm. He looked at his phone to see a string of notifications having filled the screen.

Trent trudged into the bathroom, pulling his clothing free from the night before and climbing into the shower. Trent turned the water on and simply stood there letting the icy blast cover and wake him. Trent stood there hoping the ice cold water would numb his throbbing head.

After a while Trent finally climbed from the water and slowly stumbled back to his room. Trent looked on his nightstand and saw a small tray with a glass of water, some headache capsules, and a small note. Trent walked over and looked at it "Hello Master, I figured you would want to sleep in, here are some meds for when you wake up. I will take care of the cleanup." The note read.

Sitting down on the bed, Trent smiled. He took the meds and drank the water to wash them down. He lay back a bit on the bed and thought to himself. "Wow she is a really good girl. I should not make her clean this whole place up by herself." And with that he fumbled for his phone again. Pulling it out and squinting his eyes to help cut down the pain from the light on his eyes, Trent searches for a cleaning service. After finding one he liked the reviews on and could send out people immediately, he went to purchase the service. However, his card declined. Arching an eyebrow he fumbled through his phone to his banking app. He opened it up and to his shock his balance showed only a few cents in the account.

He sat up in bed and began to sift through the messages and notifications. It seemed one of the catering companies was trying to reach him regarding payment and his card declining. Trent went back to his banking app and then looked through the charges.

"TWENTY TWO THOUSAND DOLLARS?!?!?!" Trent shouted as he saw the charge from one of the catering companies. Trent began to sweat. He then saw the second charge "SEVENTEEN THOUSAND?! DID THOSE MOOCHES ONLY DRINK TOP SHELF?!" Trent was seething. He could not blame the catering companies, he was the one who asked for the unrestricted open bar. He would definitely remember to restrict the drinks next time. But there was still the third company, and they were the one who had the outdoor bar. Trent was worried.

Gritting his teeth to the pain in his head he called them.

"Hello This is Bon app and Eats customer service line, How can I help you today?" a pleasant female voice came from the other end of the line.

Trent sighed "Hello this is Trent Ferris, I am calling to make arrangements for my bill and inquires as to the total amount?" he gulped asking.

"One moment Sir" came the voice, as she went silent for a minute. Trent then heard a loud gasp from the other end of the line. That was not a good sign.

"Ummm, Sir.... Your bill is Fourty Seven thousand nine hundred and fifty two dollars.... How... would you like to pay your bill today?" she said quietly.

Trent was shocked as he sat there staring, his hand dropped the phone. The lady on the end heard the slap of the phone hit something and asked "Sir, Hello? Are you still there?"

Trent shook his head, much to his chagrin and pain, and then picked his phone up. He sighed "Sorry I dropped my phone, Can you accept cash payment?" he asked honestly.

"One moment Sir" she said and went silent again.

Trent waited, he cursed all those destructive free loaders in his heart. The womans voice finally came back on the line "Hello Sir, we can, but we would have to send someone in person and also verify the funds" she said quietly.

"That would be fine, when can they be here?" Trent asked. Trent's mind had run the calculations. After paying the officers and giving them a bonus, he would have just enough to hire a basic cleaning service. Trent would then be flat broke, again. She came back on the line and gave him a time later that evening. Trent agreed and hung up the phone. He sighed.

Trent finally got himself dressed and looked through the list of companies again for a cleaning service that took cash. He oddly found a very highly rated one that advertised "Cash payment, no questions, we will clean up any scene" and they were fairly competitively priced.

Trent called them, and had a crew scheduled to come out in thirty minutes. Trent was shocked at the efficiency of the company. He was doing this while walking out of his room and downstairs. When he reached the second floor and ended the call, Trent looked up and looked around. He dropped his phone again.

He now got to fully take in the damage that had been done. Several doors on the second floor that were previously locked were now wide open. He walked down and looked into them and gasped. What greeted his sight was four sets of naked asses staring at him piled on the bed. The bed was covered in numerous fluids and stains and it looks like they had quite the time. Trent shook his head and walked over slapping the nearest ass awake.

A groggy blonde lifted her head and turned around "Spank me harder daddy" she says lifting her rump into the air. Trent got a complete face full of everything she was showing. He cleared his throat loudly "Not right now, maybe later, mind telling me how you got in here?"

The blondes eyes refocused and she took another look at Trent and her face went a little sour. "Oh" is all she said and then began patting the pile of human flesh she was laying on top of. Three other heads lifted, one brown haired man, and two brown haired girls lifted their head. One of them had white powder residue all over the bottom of her nose.

Trent sighed "This room was closed off for a reason, please get your things and leave" Trent said calmly. They all started untangling themselves from each other and rolling off the bed. They were each picking up their clothing and getting dressed. Trent did stop to enjoy the scenery of all the women dressing "You know, kind of rude to have fun in someones house and not invite them join in" He says teasing them. He really would not have joined, but he wanted to make them feel bad.

The blonde turned and looked at him, she looked him up and down and then walked over to him while putting her bra on. Trent was watching her chest as it disappeared behind fabric. She smiled "Well next time why dont you invite me directly" she says and then gives his rump a pinch before winking at him. "I would definitely not mind giving you some private time." she said and then handed him a card. Trent looked at the card and froze.

They were escorts.

He then looked at the man and spoke "You, hang back, I want to talk to you." The man looked up and gulped. Trent waited for the women to leave. After all of the escorts left, Trent walked over to the man and cleared his throat. "So, how are you going to reimburse me for the damage you caused?" Trent asked standing between him and the door.

The man who was about Trent's height looked at the door, then at Trent. "I do not know what you are referring too" He said blatantly lieing.

Trents eye twitched. "Aside from ruining my bed and sheets with you whores filth, there is also the broken door and door frame, and..." Trent looked around the room. "Other damages" Then looked back at him.

The man smirked like he had no intention to pay. "This was like this when I got here" He said blatantly lieing again.

"Oh, so that is how you want to play it" Trent says. Trent begins to crack his knuckles looking at the man.

The brown haired man looked at Trent cracking his knuckles and scoffed "Please, you wouldn't dare assault me, your guest, in your house" He turned aside and dismissed him with his hand "Now stop your posturing and get out of my way."

Trent was getting really angry at this point. "This stuck up prick! Oh I am gonna enjoy beating the shit out of him!" Trent thought in his head. Right as he was going to lift his arms and swing at the man, He heard the doorbell ring "Saved by the bell" He says out loud. The man smirks.

Trent hears Akane answer the door, and then hears the sound of foot steps entering the house. Trent walks out of the room with the man behind him. Trent then sees where the sound of these heavy footsteps are coming from. When Trent sees the line of men in black suits, with black trench coats, all wearing black gloves and white booties He stops. "The cleaners?" He asks unsure, as he had never seen any cleaners like these before.