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 innocent voice, batting your eyelashes less than innocently. You feel a bit light headed as you drink a bit more of the champagne... odd as you have decent alcohol tolerance. You also are starting to taste something odd on the tongue. 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 the glass 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 firmly on your thigh just above your knee and you drop your glass in surprise... it hits the ground with an audible *ting* but doesn't break. Your motor skills feel off balance and everything is a bit hazy. You are nearly paralyzed. "Are you alright?" he asks very insincerely as he begins to slide his hand along your thigh.
"I... I'm not sure what's wrong... I only had a little bit of champagne" you say slowly as you feel yourself sinking into the couch. Your voice sounds strange in your head.
"Hmmm... you must not be feeling well - We'd better get you to bed" he says cheerfully as he stands and picks you up off the couch unceremoniously, 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 slightly and the lights of the city are a blur until you stop moving. You turn back to see Charlie taking off his shirt one button at a time, revealing the magnificent chest your recognize from television. Your thoughts are confused and dream like.
"What did you do to me?" you ask groggily, aware that he has obviously drugged you.
"Oh, it must be the champagne getting to you" he says cheerfully. "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 is obviously at full mast - his member pushing against the material of the jockeys like a tent post. He slides to join you on the bed. He starts to rub one hand across your chest and the other wistfully twists a strand of your hair. You can feel his groping through the haze as if your nerves are intensified, but you can't do much about it to respond other than murmur.
Charlie moves to sit astride your stomach and begins to undo the clasps of your corset, which he then tosses to the side revealing your magnificent breasts covered by the lacey black bra. He buries his face in them and begins motorboating and kissing your chest. He then unclasps the bra and removes it, tossing it aside. "Wow" he says, "These are wonderful - maybe good enough for hollywood." He starts to knead your breasts in his hands. You feel yourself flush as he suckles on one of your nipples... but you can't really say or do anything other than moan quietly.
Charlie slides down and lifts your legs to remove your skirt and then pulls your thong over your fishnet leggings and boots and off of your legs as he holds them up. He admires your beautiful shaven slit while moving your legs around like a sports trainer, smiling. He then pushes them back to a 90 degree angle and positions your boot covered calves to the right of his head to rest against his sculpted shoulder, lifting your midsection and back at an angle to bring your womanhood against his fabric covered crotch. You look up at him over your chest and watch as he reaches his other hand down. You feel the point of his warm manhood against your entrance. "My you are stunning" he says as he rubs himself back and forth against you teasingly. Despite any feeling you have on the matter, you begin to moisten and your nerve endings are on fire from his swollen girth sliding against your bare labia. You suddenly feel him enter you and you try to squirm a bit, but cannot move. He settles into you and starts pumping slowly you as he grips your ankles and opens your legs wide, moving them to give himself the best angle possible and penetrating you deeply and rhythmically. It feels fantastic, other than the part about you having no say in it. Your tits jiggle as he continues to fuck you languidly. He stops to move your legs back over his shoulders, one boot on each side of his head, before leaning forward to grip your tits, arching your back further up off the bed. He thrusts deeply and starts to increase his pace - really getting into the fucking.
This is the last thing you remember before you black out.
The roofie and MDMA mixture that Charlie has given you keeps you out long enough for him to have his way, several ways really, with you until he passes out from the drugs you gave him. When he wakes he has his way with you a few more times around the hotel room. You completely miss your window of opportunity as Ivan is gone by the time you come to the next day, naked and face down on the marble countertop in the kitchen. Charlie is nowhere to be found, but at least he left you cab fare, although you doubt your bosses at SPECTRUM are going to be so kind. Maybe you do have a future in movies?
You have failed the mission.
