I've never partied so hard. Nor seen so many ways to die having fun. Some of the things I see are disturbing. Some I can't remember because I was so drunk, but I know I feel off when I awake. Sometimes I'm a little shaken afterwards, sometimes the police are called, but I'm a model now, young and hot and talented, on the road to success - it's all par for the course.
Needless to say, it's a little lonely without Emery. He stayed back in Miami with Aly, working at Mercy hospital.
Feeling a little restless tonight, I decide to call him.
"Hey! Thought we could hang out tonight," I greet. "Like, order takeout and Skype..."
"Thanks, Brandon, but I already have plans."
"Oh, of course."
He can't see my crestfallen expression. "It's just that I never have time to hang out with Aly and I promised her tonight and I keep delaying..."
"No, no, it's cool, dude."
I'm still restless and bored, so I bring a nurse over. She sits on my lap while I lay back on the couch spreading myself open and lowers herself onto my member. We do it in three more positions before she leaves the next day. It's just scratching an itch, though. Fuck, I want Griffin.