It sounds far fetched, ignore her

Nobody here looks like they’re being held against their will. Most look happy. You shrug off the enigmatic warning and head back to Charles’ office.

You step inside.

“Like riding a bike, right son?”

You nod.

“I think, after a little orientation, we should hit a bar. I’ll be your wing man. First things first though, there’s a pile of paperwork to do.”

You head to your desk. He isn’t wrong. There is a pile of paperwork a half inch tall. After three hours of filling in annoying blanks, you are dazed.

Charles walks into the room. “How about we head out now. You look half asleep. Here try this. It’s way better than coffee.”

He throws you a thick brownish liquid in a bottle.

“It’s a protein shake. Does wonders.”

You twist off the cap and cautiously take swig. It isn’t bad. You drink the rest and feel energized.

“C’mon. There is a bar down the street.”

You follow Charles to the elavator. You exit the building having a banal conversation about the weather. Charles wasn’t kidding, two blocks away you reach a bar.

You step inside. You feel hungry, horny, and predatory.

Charles sits down at the bar. You grab a seat next to him.

Down towards the end of the bar there is a luscious blond. She has an attractive face a well toned body. Her breasts are modest, her legs are tan and long. You wonder what they’d feel like wrapped around you.

Two seats down is a raven haired girl. She is dressed like she wants to attract attention. She is short but stacked. Her breasts strain against her sexy green tube top. You wonder what her full lips would sound like screaming your name in pleasure.

You want to get fucked.