Tatum woke up slamming her hand against the wall. "OW!" She grabbed her hand. "Damn wall." She looked around the room. "Where the hell am I?"
Joel looked at her. "In my bed. Don't you remember?" He propped himself up on his elbow and looked at the confused girl.
"No... I don't remember anything from last night." She grabbed her head and looked down.
"Hey Joel..." Benji walked into the room. "Oooh. You did bring her home."
Tatum looked at him confused. "Wha-- Oh shit! What time is it?"
Benji looked at the alarm clock. "Almost ten."
"Shit! I'm late for school." She jumped off the bed; realizing she was wearing just a shirt that just barely covered anything, she grabbed the comforter and covered herself.
"School?" Joel questioned, covering himself with the sheet, for he had nothing on. "How old are you?"
"Seventeen."
"Relax. It's Saturday." Benji said, throwing a pair of jeans at her.
"Fuck! I'm late for work."
"Calm down. I can take you." Benji tried to calm her down as Joel found his boxers next to the bed. "Where do you work?"
Tatum hurridly put on her jeans, almost falling over. "Miss Kitties."
Joel stood next to her. "OK. You're seventeen, you work at a strip club and we had sex last night. That's wrong on so many levels."
"Yeah." Benji nodded. "It's a form of rape Joelsy."
"I won't tell if you won't." Tatum searched the floor for her own shirt. "Screw it. You can keep it for all I care. I just need to get to work... I'll give you back your shirt when I get there."
"Keep it." Joel shrugged, putting on his pants. "Oh, I think this is yours." He handed her her bra. She blushed and took it.