Gives her a drink

“Oh, nothing much,” Kira replied, trying her best to appear calm and collected, “just enjoying a night on the town.”

“You’re not new in town? I would have remembered you if you’d been here before.”

“Yes,” there was a barely noticeable tremble present in Kira’s voice as Gore’s hand travelled further up her thigh, approaching the bottom fringe of her tiny dress, “I’m here on business.”

“Really? What sort of business? I know some people, and would glad to give you a hand.” In fact, Gore then used one of his hands to squeeze Kira’s thigh, and she swore that this made the outside of his index finger brush against her slit.

“Buying an estate,” Kira blurted out the first business-venture that came to mind.

“So you’re moving here? Good, there’s always room in Tharros for another beautiful woman.”

“Thank you,” Kira stammered out.

“I’m merely stating the truth, and that is that you’re so striking that you’ll have to watch out or the High Regent might very well try to make you his mistress.”

“What?” Kira had to keep herself from screaming as this filthy pig had just unwittingly claimed that her husband was a philanderer.

“Oh yes, he’s got dozens of them, from lower noblewomen to outright whores… But where are my manners, talking about such things when I haven’t even offered you a drink?”

Gore quickly called on one of his bodyguards, and quickly instructed him to fetch “the usual for me, and something special for the lady.”

Their chat continued until the bodyguard returned a couple of minutes later and placed two glasses on the table; one filled with wine and the other with some sort of cocktail.

“This is for you,” Gore informed Kira as he served her the cocktail, “it’s much better than that foul wine which we serve ordinary guests.”

“Thank you,” Kira wasn’t exactly used to hard ****, but that was something which she forgot in her current nervous state, and the glass was quickly rendered half-full as she poured its contents into her mouth.

“Thirsty?” Gore asked with an amused smirk.

“Yes,” Kira replied.

By now, Zair had entered the bar and had been served a tankard of ale, which he slowly consumed as he tossed a quick glance at Kira before turning his attention towards the stage, where the two dancers were now both naked, with one of them standing on her arms and bent legs while her busty friend licked her pussy. Making sure that it appeared as though he was transfixed by the floorshow, Zair would continue to throw quick glances at Kira as she sat next to Gore.

“So, this is your first visit to the Kettle then?” Gore asked Kira, his hand remaining on her thigh.

“Yes,” Kira replied, beginning to feel quite different. Her nervousness was gone, as was her initial contempt for Gore, and it all had been replaced by a steadily increasing arousal. Unable to fully understand what was happening to her, Kira guessed that it was all due to the ****.

“And are you enjoying it?”

“Yes, very much so.” Kira answered, while Gore’s question triggered a display of all the lewd things which she had seen so far to flash before her inner eye.

“I can feel that you do,” Gore smiled as he moved his hand onto Kira’s slit, pressing it against the soaked front of her skimpy thong.

“Mmmm,” Kira moaned, enjoying the sensation of Gore’s hand on her sex.
Normally, she would have been screaming at him to stop, but now she instead reached down with her hands and hiked the bottom of her dress up to provide him with easier access to her pussy, closing her eyes and biting her lip as she felt his finger-tips dance over her most sensitive area.

Smiling at her reaction to what he was doing, Gore went on to grab the strap of her thong and yank it down her thighs so that he was free to slip one finger into her slit, watching her lips part as she released a hearty groan while he enjoyed the way in which her pussy clamped down on his finger.

Pulling out of her slit, Gore focused on Kira’s slit until the busty blonde let out a half-gagged scream as an intense climax rolled over her, leaving her collapsed against the back of the rounded couch as honey trickled out of her drenched pussy.

“It’s almost too easy,” Gore told himself as he watched Kira’s ecstatic grimace. Being a criminal mastermind was a demanding job, and the aphrodisiac which had been slipped into Kira’s drink ensured that Gore wouldn’t have to waste too much time on chatting women up.

“So, what do you say about heading up to my private floor?” He asked Kira as her climax came to an end.