An Angel

Then I opened the door and grabbed his arm pulling him out from the taxi. I put his arm over my shoulder and walked him to the elevator.

He kept stumbling almost taking me down with him. I searched his pocket for his keys.

It was that awkward moment when I put my hand in his side pocket and felt something semi-hard that were not his keys actually. I pushed the button on the elevator and he looked at me.

"You are a beautiful woman, and I'm going to gave you a really hard," he said as he grabbed my ass.

I sighed and removed his hand from my behind.

"Only in your dreams little boy, and only in your dreams." I scoffed.

The elevator opened. I escorted him inside and looked at the different keys on his key ring wondering which one fit the elevator. So I turned to him as he was leaning up against the back of the elevator.

"Can you please show me which key goes here?" He flashed me a drunken smile and seductively took the keyring from me before picked which key and held it up.

"Thank you," I smiled.

Then I inserted the key into the lock next to his name as it took us up to the top floor. The elevator doors opened to the biggest and most beautiful penthouse I have ever seen.

Wow, it was the only penthouse I've ever seen like this magic, but it was still beautiful.

My full intention was to lean him up against the wall and leave, I'd assume he would pass out on the floor and wake up in the morning so that was until he looked at me and said he was going to be sick.

I rolled my eyes as I asked him to take me to his bedroom, I figured that would get his attention real quick.

He pointed to the stairs, and I held onto him, trying to hold him up as he tripped up each step. We finally made it to the top as I saw a bathroom on the left. He didn't make it. He vomited all over his clothes, so I shook my head for this was a sight that was all too familiar to me.

So I hurried him to the bathroom where he leaned over and hugged the porcelain of god for a good hour. I stood there admiring the beauty of his bathroom.

The taupe walls and black granite countertops gave it a classic, but luxurious look. I found a washcloth and ran it under lukewarm water. I walked over to him as he sat against the wall with his head down.

He smelled liked vomit, and I had to get him to change his clothes.

"Come on little boy, let's see if we can get you changed." I put his arm around me and with a little help from him, I lifted him off the floor.

We made it down the hallway to his bedroom. I opened the double doors that led inside and gasped, his bedroom was bigger than my entire apartment. After that, I took him over to the king-size bed and sat him down.

"Are you my angel?" he slurred as he gently rubbed my cheek.

His skin felt warm, and his touch felt nice, too nice as it gave me tiny goosebumps.

Huh? I took his hand away.

"Yeah, I guess I am." I played along with a drunken boy here.

He drunkenly smiled and fell back on the bed. And I knew this was going to take some work, trying to get his clothes off, but I could not let him sit in his own vomit all night. I took his shoes and socks off first.

Then I climbed on top so I was straddling him and unbuttoned his shirt, rolling him from side to side taking his arms out.

It probably would have been easier to take his shirt off in the bathroom, but I didn't think about that. I moved down to the button on his pants.

Oh hoo! I can't believe I'm doing this, here right now.

My thought was, just to let him lie there and sleep it off, but his pants received the worst of his vomit and he genuinely smelled. I unbuttoned his pants and lifted his hip so I could pull them off.

It was quite a struggle, but I finally managed.