For Bruce? Drowning would be easier (Guess What)

Bruce was in his element. He was asking insightful questions, making sure everyone was getting a full blast of his charms, and was being the best 'flirty finance' he could be, without going too far over the line. He never let his eyes wander for too long, just enough to drink in the occasionally flashed cleavage from the slutty women around him. He just needed a little more **** in these dumb cunts before he could start spreading his secret formula into their drinks and start picking the first one he would favor with his dick tonight. He couldn't fail.

Maeve was honestly having to pinch herself under the table to keep herself from laughing in this poor idiots face. Whatever rock this wannabe crawled out from under must have been tiny. He was acting like one of those 'pick up artists' that would creep on women in her club. They'd just walk up to a girl, french her deeply, and then act like it was her fault he just had to give her a tonsillectomy with his tongue, or some other insanely dumb pick up line. The guy who did that last week wore his scrotum like a hat after she was through with him. He lived.

It's an easy set of rules; don't stalk, ****, or **** yourself on someone, male or female. Her security was more than gleeful to get creative with those who broke those rules.

Either way, The moron was completely in his own world, not even really listening to anyone as he plotted away in his head. Gabrielle and Brittney were both telling a story of how they helped throw Illyana an orgy for her 18th birthday party, and this moron was just nodding along distractedly looking at their drinks while smiling away. The other women were having fun seeing how much they could mention without this idiot noticing. Officer Dessa, in her delightful clubbing outfit, looked like she was about to break a rib from holding in her laughter, while Gabrielle described how she'd had to teach a classmate of Illyana's how to properly eat her pussy properly before he was invited. Bruce's only response to that was to act like nothing happened and order everyone a fresh round of drinks.

Ah well, She had work to do if she was going to earn that favor from Alison.

Maeve reached one of her perfectly manicured fingers under the table and prodded the metal ring embedded in the underside of the table. Every table on the top floor of her club had several enchantments engraved in them. Scrying spells, anti-scrying spells, defensive arrays, anti-summoning arrays, and several dozen other spells that had been excruciating to enchant properly. It's all worth it, as it let her spy on anyone near any of these tables on the top floor, scan them for any paraphernalia magical or mortal, summon a squad of ghostly specters, amongst other things. It pays to be prepared in the modern world.

Either way, Maeve scanned the idiot sitting across from her, first gently with a magic probe, just to make sure he wasn't some magical apprentice who stole an alchemical recipe he shouldn't have and was now abusing.

Nope, just a good old fashioned mortal moron, no mage-gift in him.

So, Maeve moved on to scanning for anything that might have a trace of magic in them, just in case he was working with some sort of rare reagent he stumbled upon. If he had, she would go a bit easy on him, since she would definitely be interested in finding a new source of rare materials.

Nope, just good old fashioned mortal science would be behind this sophomoric gent before her.

This third scan revealed everything on him, like a magical x-ray machine on steroids, complete with scrying magic to figure out what each thing was, not just where it was.

This got an interesting result back. Apparently the wannabe had figured out how to enhance the date-rapey parts of roofies (memory loss, **** inebriation, etc.) to make them even more powerful, without causing any negative side effects. Maybe Alison could send a few samples over if she manages to find any when she's throwing him out.
He also has a second phone in a hidden pocket, one that's much higher spec than his phone she'd seen him use earlier. The fact that it had a particularly top of the line camera and memory storage, means she could imagine what his little plan was.

Just to make sure she'd cover her bases, she did a quick scry on this moron's intent, just so she could make sure to keep an eye out for whomever he was targeting.

A lustful red aura poured out of the gent sitting before her who was helping pass out the fresh drinks he'd ordered for the table. Most of the aura was flowing towards Brittney, who was currently smiling as she took a quick sip of her previous glass before handing it over to the waiter. Funnily enough, his aura was reaching out to every woman here besides Brittney with herself being the second most focused on of his lusts. So this arrogant prick who'd yet to listen to anyone, was looking to get into any pussy he could.

Before things could go any further, she saw that as this moron was passing out the fresh drinks, he'd managed to use some rather impressive (for a rank amateur) slight of hand to dose Brittney and her own fresh drinks with his little concoction. It was adorable for him to think things were going to go that easily for him after walking in a black sorceress' liar. With only the slightest application, Maeve brought her black mana to bear on the **** that were dissolving in Brittney and her drinks.

Now, each color of magic could do anything the others could, it's just that some colors are better at somethings than others. Black mana has a particular affinity for things like ****, decay, secrets, sacrifice, and corruption. It doesn't mean black magic can't heal or defend, just that it might take a little more finesse or power to do it. Secretly decay a **** in a drink to the point it's completely harmless? Incredibly precise, but easily doable for someone as adept as Maeve, though it may foul the taste of the drinks a little. Just in case, she reached out and decayed the rest of his stash to make sure no one else could get dosed by accident. She caught Brittney's eye and winked before continuing with her plans.

Maeve smiled as she formed a sending spell to let Alison know about what she'd found, and she'd be having her fun dealing with this fool.

Bruce laughed in his head and managed to keep himself from licking his lips. These brainless sluts were just chattering on as they let him do his work, getting them all nice and tipsy while he prepped two doses of his little concoction. While he'd love to have that blonde bimbo or big tit shorty slobber on his cock first, he needed to make sure to get his work done first. With a fresh round of drinks, Bruce made sure to intercept the waiter and started passing out the drinks, two with his own little tasteful additions. He needed to start getting his future aunt-in-law on his dick and on camera so he could have an in with the rest of the family, but he also put a half dose into the club owner's drink, so he could start loosening her up.

No reason he couldn't play 'gigolo' for awhile and have a nice little income stream while he conquered his little Yana's family.

With their drinks nice and dosed, Bruce moved on to flashing his smile a little more at those two, and making sure he held some more eye contact with them. All he had to do was wait...

Maeve honestly couldn't decide how she wanted to handle him. Although she wasn't an actual vampire, she was pretty sure he cousin who was wouldn't even drink this idiot's blood. Even if "You are what you eat" may be just a saying, Maeve was sure no one she knew would want to risk it with this level of blood. She even took a brief moment to scan his brain to make sure he wasn't under some sort of geas or mind control magics that commanded him to be an oblivious, self absorbed idiot. Decaying his balls into dust was on the table though, spare any woman from having to carry this idiot's progeny. Maeve sent a tendril of shadowy black magic around the room, since everyone else here couldn't use magical communication on their own, she'd support a little secret group chat to see what they'd want to do with this moron.

This wasn't right, his **** had been administered and the dumb milf hadn't been effected. Rare, but not something he couldn't handle. He'd brought extra doses just in case. He was briefly reminded of one of his professors from back in grad school, she'd taken four doses before he got her nice and pliable. This bimbo just had a little bit of a resistance. Another dose with the next round should be enough, considering how many drinks she'd had so far.

Dessa kept her eyes on Bruce with a large smile on her face while she mentally freaked out. While talking here normally at the table, she was also having a psychic conversation with the women at the table. Maeve the club owner was psychic?

Melodious rich laughter echoed around her, straining her mind as she kept up her façade.

"You're adorable, but I'm not psychic, lovely." purred out from the shadows, sounding exactly like the club owner sitting across from her.

"Sorry Dess, I forgot you haven't been fully clued in on this yet, but yeah, Maeve's not psychic." A sweet, matronly voice whispered in her ear, sounding exactly like Brittney.

This was officially getting way too weird and Dessa did her marked best to keep from grabbing her gun.

A small, warm hand reached over to her thigh from next to her and a rich, sultry voice said "Don't worry babe, after this we'll catch you up on the 'how', Dee as well. But for now, we've got Mr. Date-**** here to deal with. One thing at a time." sounding just like the shortstack milf sitting next to her.

Right, one thing at a time. Deal with this disgusting bastard first, freak out second.

"Atta girl, Now, here's what I'm thinking." Maeve whispered into the group.

Bruce was getting worried. He'd managed to get three doses into that bimbo now, and she still wasn't showing any symptoms, besides her getting increasingly drunk. Which shouldn't be surprising, since she's had several drinks right now, but none of the ticks or notices that she should be showing for his **** to be working. Is it a delayed response? Is his **** working right? What's going on? One more round, if lucky number four doesn't work, then he'd just have to change tactics and move on to the next bimbo. Probably that rich club owner, he could use a local to keep him well financed and supplied. This goth bitch looked like she could afford to keep him well maintained. The booze was also catching up with him, but he should be more than fine to fuck every pussy at the table if he got the chance, he just needed them to start being open to him. Maybe he should just dose everyone, worst case scenario, he'd have his pick of these dumb bitches to start talking his dick into. He'd be out of his **** though, but fuck it. He could do it.

Dessa had to admit, now that she knew to look for it, it was real easy to see Bruce adding something to the new round of drinks. It seems that his own **** consumption was catching up to him though. He was starting to sway a little bit, his originally slight glances at everyone's chests had turned into full blown staring at their tits and just glancing up at their faces every so often to see if they're still smiling. The drooling was also not cute. Honestly, it was kinda funny. If she didn't have a very impressive tolerance for ****, she'd probably be the same, though being able to handle her liquor was something that came into surprising use in her line of work. A lot of other guys on the **** had tried to drink their ways into her panties before.

Either way, this Bruce was being a complete perv at this point. She was glad she could see Dee just around the corner at the stairs, glancing out from the stairwell. Unfortunately she could see Dee recording her with her phone, but that was fine. It wouldn't be the first time they'd recorded one another in compromising situations.

Dessa stilled herself for a moment to keep her mind on task, instead of wandering to that drunken night before she was the unofficial Skye Liaison. How delicious her partner looked in just a slinky cocktail dress isn't what she should be focusing on. Fuck she needs to get laid.

Thankfully, the waiter came this time with the next round of drinks. Both for the distraction, and because only one of these drinks had **** in them. Apparently Maeve, the sexy scary club owner did her psychic/not-psychic sexy whisper thing to the bartender and waiter, and this next round of drinks were all non-alcoholic, but disguised to look like they are, and the one drink that had **** wasn't going to any of the women at the table.

It also apparently had a little extra added into it from Maeve's personal stash of not-psychic things.

Hopefully this would wrap up soon, she was starting to stare at everyone else's chest as much as Bruce was.

Bruce grabbed the next round and hastily dosed every drink that wasn't his. This HAD to work. At least one of these sluts were gonna get his dick tonight, he just needed them to be dosed a little, since that way he'd be able to tell them it was their fault they were on his dick. He'd coach them through saying some slutty shit once they were on his dick, so it'd sound like they seduced him, and then he could use that so well. So damn well. Then he'd have some easy pussy while he put this whole damn town under his dick. It was his right, he figured out the awesome **** that made women his playthings. They were supposed to be below him.

Bruce lifted his glass and gave a cheers, "To family!" while his inner voice cheered.

Everyone cheered and drank deeply from their cups and things began to swim. Words were floating past him that he couldn't quite catch. He didn't bother to listen closer, he had his plan. He needed to try and focus, check how his target was doing on her fourth dose.

"Do you think he's going to be okay?" came from the dark blonde next to him, he didn't remember her name.

"He's going to be just fine, though let's just seal things up nice and tight with this little trick." came from the dark mass of sexy that was sitting across from him.

"Zone of Truth"

"Whoa, Was that one of your not-psychic things? God you all have fantastic tits. Wait, Why'd I say that?" Came from the dark blonde.

The women laughed, throwing Bruce's mind back off track, he couldn't tell what was going on, but there was some sort of shiny light thing in the middle of the table that he couldn't make out. He needed to check on his future slut-in-law.

"Easy there lovely, it's a little something that makes it so that no one at the table can lie. Not talking is always an option, but considering how much we've had to drink, we're not going to be holding much in." came from the dark sexy one with a throaty chuckle. He was supposed to be moving onto her next if the slut he wanted wasn't ready, he should probably be paying attention, but he just couldn't focus. Where was his busty milf?

"Fuck I want to just finger myself while I suck on those tits. Fuck, I swear I'm not gay, but god damn after working with that stud son of yours' I'm horny enough not to care." came from the blonde. A sexy giggle came from the other side of him, "Amen to that, It's been awhile since I've had a nice night out to drink and just bask in some sexy company. If we just had some nice cock we'd be set. Think the poser here has a nice one?" Was that from the short one? Fuck she had huge tits. Wait, the one related to his little Yana, how was she doing?

"I don't think he's packing that much if this is how he goes about getting women under him." came from across from him. There she was, she was smiling at him and looked to be swaying a bit. He couldn't tell if that was because of his **** or because of the faint music from the lower levels. Fuck it though, he could make that work, even if she wasn't that effected by it, she'd had four doses. No one needed more than four. "Fuck you bitches, I need to get that slut on my dick." Wait, did that come out of his mouth?

"There it is" came from the dark sexy one. "I've been waiting for him to give us more than a platitude or some non-answer. Lets see what he's thinking. Hey Brucie!" That last part got his attention and he slowly brought his gaze over to the pale sexy woman. "What do you want to do to her?" Bruce tried to think that over but honestly just let his entire train of thought flow out his mouth.

"I wanna get her into some kinda bathroom, this place has gotta have a bathroom near here, and then get her nice and drooling on my cock, then I'm gonna fuck her a bit, get that bimbo pussy on my dick, coach her through a few lines while I do, then get her to repeat them on a recording. Then hold that over her and guilt her into helping me figure out the rest of the dumb sluts in her family. That way, I get a whole family of sluts to fuck whenever I want. Then I was gonna leave her in the bathroom with the used condom on her face, then get you" as he gestured at Maeve "into the bathroom and get you on my dick and try and get you to say some shit about selling the milf slut" gesturing back to Brittney "so I could get some **** material about whores on you, then try and seduce you tomorrow. Then, maybe come back here and just see if I could fuck the rest of these sluts on the table." Bruce finished, gesturing at Gabrielle and Dessa. He did have a brilliant plan. That was his plan, right? Fuck he shouldn't drink so much.

Laughter erupted around Bruce as the women at the table took in his rambling plan on what he wanted to do. Gabrielle had to admit, she did like a man with some ambition, but this was just moronic. Dessa just swore to herself and was glad she never got mixed up with someone this delusional. Maeve was just glad this was turning out so easy, no one had even caught fire yet. Brittney just shook her head, yeah this had been a bit of a trap, but this guy didn't need to jump headlong into it. She did want to know something about his plan though. "Why fuck Illyana's family? She's a beautiful woman, isn't she enough for you?"

Bruce felt the disrespect on that question, the laughter hadn't helped. He was the man here, the alpha. All women were his, they just didn't know it yet. He'd fuck them all behind their husbands, boyfriends, or son's backs. "All pussy is my pussy, it either knows it or doesn't know it yet. Great men are supposed to have a lot of bitches to fuck, and I'm the greatest with the biggest dick, therefore, I get all the pussy." Bruce said with pride. It'd been awhile since he actually told a woman how the world worked. They were all his, because he had the dick for it. He should prove it, he'd been pretty hard for awhile now with all the tits on display.

Bruce then followed through and stood up and unzipped his pants. He'd show them.

Gabrielle was interested to see what kinda cock would make a guy this cocky.
Dessa just wanted out of there, just from the bulge she could see, it wasn't as nice as the monster Max had hiding in his pants at the gym.
Brittney was just feeling sorry for the guy, this wasn't going to end well for him, especially since he apparently didn't notice or forgot the security camera aimed at the table.
Maeve was just chuckling to herself, this guy was full out self destructing infront of her, and she hadn't even had to do more than **** him to tell the truth and just spike his drink with a little extra something to make him drunker, but still coherent. She hadn't even touched him yet to try and wring out the truth from him, he gave it up easier than Gabrielle before Max came back into town.

The cock that Bruce whipped out was... nice. It looked to be a little bigger than six inches, maybe seven, and had some decent girth and curvature to it. Not exactly the monster that he seemed to think it was, considering the look on his face was like he was showing everyone his most prized possession.

*snerk*

Everyone's head swiveled to look at Dee, the bright blonde in her clubbing gear looked like she was about to bust out laughing and had her phone out and was recording Bruce just laying his dick on the table like it was show and tell.

Dessa was about to bust out laughing since this was just getting funny.
Gabrielle was just disappointed, it was some decent dick, but it was nothing amazing and apparently attached to an idiot. Guy probably didn't even think the clitoris was real.
Brittney was just glad things seemed to be wrapping up soon, that cock looked sad compared to her baby boy's, she should blow him when she got home. A nice sloppy drunk blowjob. And fuck.
Maeve was a little saddened yet happy the not drunk cop had shown up. She couldn't exactly start slinging bolts of necrotic magic at the man's testicles before a sober cop. On the upside, she could let the law deal with someone who's definitely doing a little 'public indecency' with some light jail time.
Bruce wasn't happy at all, no bitch laughs at his dick.

"Bitch, do you think this is funny?!" He roared out.
Dee apparently couldn't hold it in any longer and full out started laughing.
Which did nothing to keep her from aiming her phone at his junk, which was now apparently bobbing around in rage, or quell Bruce's anger.

Bruce decided this bitch needed to be taught a lesson, and before anyone could react, he stormed over to the laughing blonde, grabbed her by the back of the head, and yanked towards his still hard cock.
"**** on it, BITCH!" Bruce roared out.

What he hadn't expected was her to smoothly move to the side as she went down. Or for her to bring her shoulder straight into his crotch.

Seriously, who expects to get shoulder checked in the crotch.

A now hysterically laughing Dee was now on the floor while Bruce tried to remember how to breathe, the blow from her shoulder having hit hard enough he couldn't remember how.

He might have been able to taste his testicles from the **** of the blow as he curled up in a ball, the pain in his nuts enough to make his vision darken.

As he tried to form some sort of though, the sweet release of unconsciousness took him.