Decision time

Stiletto was in trouble, and she knew it. At 30 feet up the ladder jumping was not an option, and she knew that she couldn't make it to the roof before the drone was on her.

As she looked around frantically for an out, she reluctantly had to consider the unthinkable. What if she just stayed where she was and let the drone take her? It might just have been the partial aphrodesiac dose, but the idea appealed to a secret submissive part of her.

On the one hand, there was a lot of money at stake. And, more importantly, there was a lot of pride and reputation at stake. Plus the drones were just so creepy. Something about the idea of being rutted in public by some pervert's pet machine was fundamentally humiliating.

On the other hand, getting captured and conquered 30 feet in the air, pinned to the side of a wall would make GREAT watching. And on some level this whole thing was about showmanship. Sure, she would lose in the short term, but she knew that her viewership would skyrocket as a result of such a thrilling ending. And, though she shocked herself by thinking it, the actual sex would probably be incredibly exciting.

Stiletto felt a warm moistness in her loins at the thought... was she really considering surrender?