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 <tabirose@sta.sh.com>

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."