Mark threw on his pyjamas and rubbed the sleep from his eyes, squinting through the sun of the late morning. He'd had quite a night and managed to sleep it off a little too close to the afternoon. He needed the recovery, at least.
With a growling stomach he made his way downstairs for some coffee and toast. His mouth tasted like cheap kebab and garlic sauce, a memento of last night's debauchery. He tried to piece it all together as he thumped his way down the steps with heavy, flat feet. As he turned to into their newly-renovated kitchen his step-mother was already waiting for him, reading an article on her phone.
Her eyes flicked up to stare at him. Her auburn hair was tied up into a loose ponytail and she was still dressed in her fluffy pink bath robe. It was slightly open, revealing her the cleavage of her perky tits beneath.
"So." She began, taking a sip of her coffee. Mark shuffled behind her and dropped two pieces of bread into the toaster.
"I hear you went to a strip bar." Her eyes dropped back down to the article. He stiffened up with fear of the repercussions of her having found out. "I know you're old enough to drink now, but... I thought we raised you better than that."
Mark wasn't having it. He figured she'd dole out a simple grounding or something, take away his phone for the day maybe.
"Since you like to watch girls serving drinks, I'm going to get you to serve me drinks."
An unusual punishment, he thought, but fitting. She stood and stepped over to him, locking eyes with his. As he stared at her approaching, the toaster popped. She closed the space between them both and brought her face close to his, reaching around him and blocking his exit.
"Completely naked." She whispered in his ear as she leaned over to grab the toast. She stepped back and put a piece in her mouth, still staring at him as she backed away. She crooked a finger to beckon him over, a satisfied grin about her watching his stunned face.
