Keep drinking and chatting
From Create Your Own Story
You sip the champagne as you continue to stall. "I am not in showbusiness Charlie, but I'm working on getting into it" you say with a smile. "Do you think I have what it takes?".
"Well, that explains your reluctance to give up your friend" he replies as continues to eye your body. "Let me guess, he is promising you a role for doing something unspeakable?"
"I... I am just meeting him here like he asked" you try to say in your best ditzy voice, batting your eyelashes innocently. You feel a bit light headed as you drink a bit more of the champagne... odd as you have decent alcohol tolerance. Charlie appears to notice your condition as well.
"You gals are all the same" he says as he stands and sets his glass down on an elegant coffee table. He walks over to sit next to you on the couch. "You will fall for anything a big producer tells you, but they mostly lie." He places his hand on your thigh just above your knee and you drop your glass in surprise... your motor skills feel off balance and everything is a bit hazy. "Are you alright?" he asks very nonsincerely as he begins to slide his hand up your thigh.
"I... I'm not sure what's wrong... I only had a little bit of champagne" you say as you squirm. Unfortunately you don't have much control over your body as you feel like you are sinking deeper into the couch.
"We'd better get you to the bed" he says as he stands and picks you up, not even slightly bashful about groping your ass as he does so. He carries you up and sets you on the king sized bed next to the long balcony window. You are able to turn your head and the lights of the city are a blur. You turn back to see Charlie taking off his shirt one button at a time, revealing the magnificent chest your recognize from television.
"What did you do to me?" you ask groggily.
"Oh, it must be the champagne getting to you" he says. "But what's more important is what we are about to do together." He removes his pants to reveal a pair of grey jockeys containing a bulging crotch... and magnificent toned legs. He is obviously excited about your helpless predicament as he joins you on the bed. He starts to rub one hand across your chest and the other reaches down to start stroking your thighs again. You can feel his groping through the haze but you can't do much about it.
Charlie moves to sit astride you and begins to undo the clasps of your corset, which he then tosses to the side revealing your magnificent breasts covered by the silky black bra. He buries his face in them and begins kissing your chest. He then unclaps the bra and removes it. "Wow" he says, "These are wonderful" as he starts to knead your breasts in his hands. You start to flush as he suckles on one of your nipples... but you can't really say or do anything.
Charlie slides down and removes your skirt and then pulls your thong off of one leg as he holds your legs up. He admires your beautiful shaven slit for a minute before holding your lega in one hand up and to the side. He reaches down to free his penis from it's prison and the takes one ankle in each hand, holding your legs wide as he positions himself. "My you are stunning" he says. You feel him enter you and you try to squirm a bit. He starts pumping you as he holds your legs wide, moving them to give himself the best angle possible and penetrating you deeply. It feels fantastic, other than the part about you having no say in it. Your tits jiggle as he continues to fuck you, rotating in circles to the rhythm of his thrusts as he starts to grunt a bit.
This is the last thing you remember before you black out.
The roofies that Charlie has given you keep you out long enough for him to have his way, several ways really, with you throughout the night. You completely miss your window of opportunity as Ivan is gone by the time you come to the next day, as is Charlie. At least he left you cab fare, although you doubt your bosses at SPECTRUM are going to be so kind.
You have failed the mission.
