Johnny Legend

Johnny Legend leaned his head back on the soft cushioned couch and closed his eyes. He had a humongous headache from too much partying and booze the night before. He still couldn't figure out why he poured the liquor down his throat only to feel like shit the next day.
Flashes of what happened the night before sifted through his tired head. He knew there were at least three women vying for his attention, but he couldn't remember what took place once they hit his bedroom. He wasn't sure if they'd left for the night, or they could still be sleeping in his room.
The ringing of the phone jarred his eyes open and he reached for the noisy instrument, placing his hand along his throbbing temple.
"Hey, Johnny, you were supposed to be at the recording studio an hour ago. You've left everyone standing around waiting for you, and you know how much money that costs," his manager Jerry Fanta gave him the information in a disgruntled tone.
Johnny ran his hand across his face; his fingers touching the night's growth of stubble. He had to stop and think what day it was since he had been on the road for the last three months and was now at home in New York to finish an album. He should have remembered not to party on Sunday night since the recording session was set up for the following day, but the time had slipped away and he'd forgotten.
The temptation had been there last night and of course he succumbed to the exhilarating moment of excitement. This had been his way of life on the road for several months and it was hard to break the habit.
"Okay, Jerry," he uttered in a sleepy tone. "I'll be there as soon as I shower."
"All right; I won't send anyone home." Jerry answered before breaking their line of communication. The next thing Johnny heard was the dial tone buzzing in his ear.
Well, I've managed to piss Jerry off royally. Let's see what other screw-ups I can accomplish today.
"Damn, why do I drink so much when I know how I'll feel the next day," he groaned, standing and heading across the room toward the bathroom needing to jump in the shower and get his head right.
As he entered the hallway, he reached for the doorknob of his bedroom with the intention of gathering clothing before hitting the shower. When he pushed the door open, his eyes widened at the sight. What in the hell did I do now? I must have had quite a night.
There were three women still occupying his bed and it looked as if he and the three must have had some night. All of them were in an au natural state lying stretched out with legs apart giving a clear view of their pink slits. One was tied to the bedpost with a sheet while the other two were attached to the wooden circular posts with handcuffs.

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