The Amazon of Orlando God my head was splitting. Light hurt. Noise hurt. The world was spinning. Damn, I had never been this hung over before. It was weird, I never drank at these things. It was against the rules at the catering service I worked for. I needed this job, so there was no reason to screw this up. Picking up my phone I found a text from my boss. You ever pull another FUCKING stunt like that your ass is fired!!!! What the hell? What happened last night? Why couldn't I remember? My phone then died. Damn, I even forgot to charge it. I plugged it in and grabbed my laptop instead. I pulled up my social media feed. Maybe I posted something last night that could help me remember. What I found shocked me. It was a photo someone was sharing on my profile page. It was a photo of me! I was in the suit I wore as a waiter at my catering gig in some kitchen. I was being carried by a large beautiful frightening woman seeming to wear nothing but a thin dress open on the sides. I didn't remember that! The caption read "Kyle gets carried away with his 'date'. " I quickly responded. "Who the hell is that woman? What happened last night?" "You don't remember?" "NO!!!" "We were hired to cater an elderly wealthy couple's anniversary party last night. They were a nice old couple, good tippers. There daughters were all there. Most of them were stone cold foxes. Then there was her. I think they called her Tabitha or something like that. She is a personal trainer. They call her The Amazon of Orlando. I think you can guess why." "Why is she carrying me?!?" "Not sure. She just picked you up in the middle of the party and started dancing with you before walking off with you. I followed her as far as the kitchen but that look told me to back off. " "If anyone else knows what happened after that please tell me!" Several hours later. I found this on my thread. "I can." Below it was a new photo. I was in a stairwell with the Amazon who had now lost her dress and underwear pinning me up against a wall sucking on my top lip. "Holy Shit!" I responded. "I know, right? My girlfriends and I saw you on the way to the bathroom. I had to get a picture of her carrying you. By the time I caught up to you she had tossed off her dress and was making out with you in the stairwell. It was hot." "How ... how far did we go?" "Buddy, I left when the clothes came all the way off." "Hey, I know what happened next." A new person joined the conversation. "What?" "I was part of the team that provided security at the party. I found you two in the study. You were helping yourselves to her parent's liquor cabinet. Man, that lady can drink." "Well that explains the hangover." " I left when you two started screwing." God, what a night. Later that night I found a new email in my inbox that immediately caught my eye. The Amazon of Orlando wants to see you again. Tabitha Rose to me Hello my sweet little man. I've been thinking about you all day. I still have your driver's licence. Get ready, I'm coming to get you. This time I'm not giving you up. I'm coming to get you? What the hell did that mean? Should I be scared? Why did reading this make me hard? There was a knock on the door. I gulped. Calm down you idiot. It can't be here. I marched my ass to the door and looked through the peep hole. It was the UPS man. The sense of relief I felt made me ashamed. Or was it the sense of disappointment? I opened the door. "Sign here, Sir." I did. "It's kinda big, I'll be back in a second." He walked back down the metal staircase of my apartment building. I was suddenly tackled to the ground by a large, solid mass. We went crashing through my door with it landing on top of me. It was only then could my mind register what had hit me. It was Tabitha Rose - The Amazon of Orlando! Pinning my legs to the ground with her own she yanked down my pants and underwear before immediately mounting me. She then trapped my arms with her hands before ravishing me, screaming out in animalistic lust as she did so. When she was done I was a limp mass beneath her. She ripped off my clothes, save for my underwear which he pulled back up, tossed me over her shoulder and started to leave. On her way out she ran into the UPS guy. "What the hell?" She grabbed him by the collar. "I need you to take a picture for me." In the weeks that followed all of my social media accounts were changed to feature only one picture and caption. The picture was her, dressed in her green floral dress and orange boots, laying on her back in our stairwell clutching me, in only my red briefs, to her. It was accompanied by the caption: "Kyle won't be posting any more. As you can see he has found his true love and will be spending the rest of his in her loving arms. He no longer needs the outside world. He has everything he needs where he is now. He is now the prized possession of the Amazon of Orlando."