Alkim gets roofied

Alkim

Alkim wasn’t really expecting his dancing routine with Vicky to include what he could only describe as “platonic ****,” nor grinding of that intensity, nor that it would end with such a drawn out kiss on the lips. It’d taken most of their conversation for his boner to fully subside.

Well, that was interesting... Leave it to her to turn normal behavior sexual, and sexual behavior normal. hopefully I didn’t dose her with too much of anything…

Hot as that was, dancing with Vicky always got heated, and she’d been through a lot in the last couple of months. Anyway, Vicky’s flirtatiousness was vastly preferable to Kate’s insistence on maintaining distance in public so people wouldn’t assume she was straight. Alkim had too much else on his mind to linger on a little over-the-pants stuff with Vicky, like the fact that she now knew that he, Mikaella, and Kate had all jumped into making amateur porn.

He hadn’t really expected Vicky to judge him for that. After all, how could she judge him for shooting porn when they both knew she charged interested johns a grand a night for her pussy? Still, he’d expected more pushback about getting involved with Mikaella, especially with how young and emotional she was.

Then again, I’m still closer to Mikaella’s age than Vicky’s, and three years isn’t much of a gap anyway. She might have more to say about the whole landlady incident…

His reverie was interrupted when Vicky abruptly stood up and waved to someone behind him.

Alkim turned to meet Kate, her huge tits, and the girl she’d selected for tonight.

“Yooooo!” Kate slapped him on the shoulder, “We saw you guys dancing, looked like it got real steamy out there, can’t believe they didn’t kick you out.”

I’ll say.

The new girl seemed very impressed too. “Oh my god! You guys were incredible out there! Are you in a dance troupe or something together? Oh, I’m Emory by the way!”

“Hi, I’m Vicky! That’s Alkim! And no, we’re not in a troupe.”

“Wow! That’s amazing! I was so sure you guys had to have rehearsed all that. You two could be professionals, seriously!”

“Thanks! I don’t know about ‘professional,’ but I did some stripping for a while, picked up some skills.” Vicky pointed at Alkim. “Not sure about him, though.”

“I don’t actually know how to dance, this was my very first time.”

Alkim enjoyed lying to drunk people in clubs; it made for good sport. In fact, the last time he’d been to Avalon, he’d told a girl that he was a penguin biologist, and that he spent most of the year in Antarctica, just to see if he could pull off the lie. It was more about keeping the small talk spicy than trying to look cool; a mental exercise **** him to think on his feet. But, mostly, he just thought it was funny.

He continued, “Honestly, I just tried random shit I saw in music videos.” That at least was closer to the truth.

“Wow! You’re a real natural!” Emory was either buying it completely, or just didn’t care about the truth.

“Thanks! It’s the liquor; loosens up the joints. That’s a real martial-arts tip.”

Vicky slapped his shoulder lightly and raised one eyebrow, her signal to cool it on the bullshitting.

Kate leaned in to whisper in his ear “Dude, you trying to work your magic on Vicky tonight?”

Alkim whispered back, “What magic? No.”

Kate pulled him aside for more privacy, while Vicky and Emory kept chatting behind them.

“I fucking saw you **** her. She was fucking grinding her clit on you, dude.”

“I didn’t ask to do that, she just kind of… put my hands there and did the rest all on her own.”

“Seriously? Dude, I think she came.”

“What?”

“Trust me, I know the female orgasm.”

The “better than you ever could” was implied, but Alkim could not dispute Kate’s expertise in this arena.

“Shit, really?”

“Duh, why else would she want to be choked?”

“Huh.” That made way too much sense to ignore.

“And then she kissed you.”

“Hell yeah she did.” Alkim found himself grinning despite it all.

“Dude, you know what that does to me, and I’m gay. Just imagine how it made her feel.”

“Oh. Fuck.”

It had been so long since Alkim had first tried and failed to sleep with Vicky that he hadn’t seriously considered that possibility since her return.

First the drink, then the kiss… Could I really make her cum with just that?

There was something missing from that turn of events. The drink had been quite a bit earlier, and she had no way of connecting that to his lips.

Something else has to be at work, but what?

Alkim tried to concentrate on the chemicals he was producing, but his focus was too clouded by **** for him to parse everything out. He couldn’t separate what his body was creating naturally from what his talents had produced according to his whims.

Of course, chasing a good buzz was exactly why he’d dialed down his liver’s activity, and it was far too late for him to reverse the effect. His body produced small quantities of **** and other chemicals in milligram quantities. There was almost a full liter of **** in his system by now: orders of magnitude more than he could process in such a short space of time.

Plus, Kate was still talking.

“Sorry, what? I didn’t catch that.”

“Soooo, are you trying to fuck her?”

Alkim was conflicted; his platonic friendship with Vicky was the last pillar of his old life left to him. It’d taken him some weeks to stop seeing Vicky as a potential fuck, and that conditioning wasn’t going to be undone in one night.

He decided he was too drunk and too high to make that kind of decision right there and then.

“Uh, no. I think I’ll just keep things normal, you know?”

“I think we’re all past normal.” All she needed to prove her point was to cross her arms under her chest, drawing Alkim’s eyes back to her chemically-enhanced cleavage. “But it’s your call. I just think we could all have a lot of fun together, if that’s what you really wanted.” She tilted her head over at Vicky and Emory.

Kate obviously knew the suggestion would **** him to picture a foursome between all of them, but knowing her scheme didn’t make it any less effective.

His porn-saturated brain conjured up images of Kate stuffing her perfect nips into the mouths of Vicky and Emory, himself railing Vicky from behind, a triple blowjob, then all of them teaming up to pleasure every inch of Vicky’s body…

Alkim shook the scenes from his mind before his dick could cloud his judgment any further.

“Not tonight, Kate. I already promised Mikaella I’d see her after we got back. Plus, even if I wanted to, I still don’t think Vicky would go for it. She’s never once called me “oppa,” I’m one hundred percent in the little brother zone.”

“If you say so.” Kate walked back to their table and hugged her new date tightly, while her gratuitous cleavage swallowed half the skinnier girl’s arm. “We’re gonna, uh, powder our noses, you guys coming?” asked Kate.

“I’m good,” said Alkim.

“I’m good too, but you have fun! Nice meeting you, Emory!” Vicky waved them off. Once they were out of earshot she turned to Alkim and said, “She’s definitely gonna try and get her pussy licked in the bathroom.”

“Oh, no doubt. Sorry that team K-Town isn’t really partying together tonight."

“That’s alright,” she took his hand again, “This has been a great night so far. God, I can’t wait until Yeah Boi’s set starts! Oh, there’s Hannah, we should join her.”

Before Alkim could suggest they do literally anything else, Vicky was pulling him to his feet and onward to the other side of the bar, where Hannah was busy chatting up some tallish white guy, with brown hair, and ripped skinny jeans.

“Heyyyy,” said Vicky, “What’s going onnnn?”

“Hey, Vicky. Just chatting with Liam here. Liam, this is Vicky.”

“Hi! And this is Alkim,” said Vicky.

“Hey,” Alkim said apathetically.

Liam nodded in acknowledgement, “Nice to meet you both. So, Hannah, what do you do?”

“I’m an actress.”

“Oh, what kinds of parts have you played?”

“Well, I once got a part on this little show. Maybe you’ve heard of it? It’s called ‘Law and Order.’”

Alkim almost spit up his drink.

Liam nodded, “Oh! I’ve heard of that! That’s really cool.”

Fuck, this dude’s eating it up.

Hannah started twirling a loose strand of hair around her index finger, “Thanks, I’ve had a few smaller parts here and there, just gotta keep working my way up, you know?”

He nodded slowly, like she’d just said something sagely. “Don’t we all? Don’t we all? Hey, can I refresh your drink?”

“Sure, I’ll have a Cosmo.”

Liam turned to the bartender, “One Stella and one Cosmo, please.” He slapped two twenties down on the counter, but Alkim saw that, after getting his change, Liam did not leave a tip.

Wow, biiiig spender over here.

Following Vicky’s request to “stop hating tonight,” left Alkim with remarkably little to say around Hannah, so he just sipped his drink in silence.

Vicky ended up being the one to put this slow-motion trainwreck on hold. “Oh, I need to use the lady’s room. Hannah, can you come with?”

“Sure.” Hannah turned to Liam, “I’ll be right back.”

“And I’ll be here,” said Liam, raising his glass like a salute.

Alkim wasn’t really in the mood for small talk with a small mind. He pulled out his phone and noticed several new texts from Mikaella.

Unfortunately, Liam was apparently hoping to score some information while the girls were either peeing or doing more coke.

“Yo, bro, I saw you dancing with that smoking hot Asian chick. That was fucking crazy bro. You got some serious moves bro.”

“Thanks, bro.”

“You tapping that?”

Sure, why not?

“Hell yeah I am,” he lied.

“Nice! Up top!”

They high fived.

“So, you’re friends with Hannah, right?”

“Sure. We all live in the same house.”

“Nice, nice. I just wanted to ask you something, man to man, you know?”

Alkim took another sip of his drink.

“Ask away.”

This better be good.

“Do I have a shot with Hannah tonight? Like, does she put out? Know what I mean?”

Classy. And how the fuck could I not know what that means?

Alkim found himself missing the way these drunken conversations sounded back at university: they seemed less pathetic somehow, perhaps because the guys trading information on women were at least a little cleverer than this dolt, or maybe it just felt more acceptable at that age.

He shrugged, “I don’t know exactly how slutty she is, but I’m pretty sure she doesn’t have a boyfriend or anything.”

“Cool, cool. I can work with that. Thanks for the tip, bro.”

“You’re welcome.”

And good luck melting that ice, douche.

Freed from the burden of speaking with Liam, Alkim started responding to Mikaella’s texts.

Mikaella: Having fun?
Mikaella: How is it????
Mikaella: Wish I could be there :((((
Alkim: It’s just okay lol
Alkim: You’re not missing much
Mikaella: What abt the music?
Alkim: IDK
Alkim: Vicky likes it, but it’s not really my thing
Alkim: Also lmao
Alkim: Hannah just grabbed the dumbest motherfucker to hook up with
Mikaella: OOO
Mikaella: I wanna seeeeee!
Mikaella: SHOW ME!
Alkim: Looool
Alkim: Alright

Alkim opened his camera app and covertly pointed it at Liam, pretending as if he was still reading and responding to texts. That’s when he saw Liam dump something into Hannah’s drink.

Holy shit.

Unfortunately, he was too shocked at the blatant sex crime to hit the record button in time. He’d sat through numerous PSAs about this exact situation, but in four years of hard drinking, partying, and going out with groups of beautiful women, he’d never actually seen it done, nor had any of his friends gotten roofied when he was around.

Alkim didn’t exactly consider Hannah a friend, but that didn’t mean he was going to stand by and let her get date ****. At the same time though, he wasn’t sure what was the best way to go about this.

Should I get a bouncer involved, try and get him kicked out, or arrested? Do I confront him directly and get him to leave? Or do I just tell Hannah what I saw?

But before he could decide what to do, the girls came back. He intercepted them just before they reached the bar and pulled them into a semi-discreet huddle.

“Hannah, you’re not gonna like this, but I saw that guy put something in your drink.”

“Oh, fuck. Are you sure?” asked Vicky.

“Positive,” Alkim tilted his head toward Liam, “I saw him spike it.”

Hannah crossed her arms. “Fuck off. There’s no way he spiked my drink.”

“Hannah, I saw it with my own eyes, and it sure as hell wasn’t sugar.”

“I’m an empath, I can sense negative intentions, and the only source of negativity I’m picking up is you.”

It took Herculean strength for Alkim to keep his eyes from rolling out of their sockets.

“Hannah, please, enough with the woowoo shit, alright? He started asking me if you put out-”

Hannah interrupted, “-Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! I’m not listening to any more of your bullshit!”

“Uhhh,” Liam had apparently caught on to their secret conversation and moved right next to Hannah, “Everything okay here?”

Alkim wasn’t sure how much of it he’d heard.

“We’re great, thanks,” Hannah said with a strained smile.

“Oh, well in that case, why don’t we go somewhere more… private?” asked Liam.

“That sounds like a great idea,” said Hannah, “Why don’t we try the VIP lounge?”

Vicky stopped her with a hand on her arm, “Waiiiit, Hannah, maybe that’s not such a good idea…”

Ahhh, fuck it.

Alkim was done with diplomacy. Without warning, he grabbed Hannah’s drink and downed it in one go.

“Shit.” Liam cursed under his breath.

Alkim immediately detected dissolved benzo compounds and felt thoroughly vindicated.

“Mmhhmm, yeah, he definitely tried to **** you.”

“Asshole! He wouldnt-” she looked over her shoulder for him, “-Liam?”

As expected, Liam was nowhere to be found.

“Asshole!” Hannah hissed. “You scared him off!”

“I sure hope so. Fucker’s probably booking it down the block, so he doesn’t get arrested.”

“I can’t believe you’d do this to me! Can you really not stand to see a woman talking to a man that isn’t you for like, ten seconds without trying to mark your territory?”

Vicky tried to get between them, “Hang on, Hannah, I don’t think that’s fair-”

But Alkim cut her off, “Hey, I’m not the bad guy here, alright? And I’m not going to apologize for stopping a date-****. I’d do it again, and proudly. Fuck that guy.”

“ARRGH!” Hannah grabbed Vicky’s drink off the counter and splashed it in his face.

“What the hell?” yelled Alkim.

“Hey! Party foul!” yelled Vicky.

Hannah stormed off before anyone could stop her, muttering to herself as she left, “Fucking tweaker-ass, creepy fucking son-of-a…”

Vicky gathered napkins and began dabbing around his face and shirt. “You okay, Alkim?”

“Hmm? Oh, yeah I’m fine. It’ll wash out.”

“Yeah, I’m not worried about her staining your fifteen-dollar shirt.” She looked down at Hannah’s empty glass, “I mean, are you gonna be okay, since you just drank a fucking date-**** ****.”

“Oh. That. Yeah, I shouldn’t be in any danger or anything.”

“You sure? Like, you don’t want to try throwing it up or something?”

Who needs to purge? All I need to do is focus on the Rohypnol and neutralize it…

He began the process but stopped after a moment.

Wait, no. If I do that, then it’ll look like I faked it, and that would just prove Hannah right, obliterating what little credibility I have left… Shit! **** then, gotta let this happen. Oh, well. I’ve never really tried benzos before, maybe this could be a learning experience.

“Alkim!” Vicky yelled to get his attention.

“Hmm? Nah, I’ll be fine, probably just pass out early or something. No big deal.”

Vicky didn’t seem fully convinced that this wasn’t a big deal, but she respected Alkim’s **** knowledge.

“... Okay, then maybe we should just get a ride home now, yeah? Before you pass out here.”

“What? No way! I can’t let you waste these VIP tickets! If I start to go out, just put me in a booth or something and finish the show.”

“Seriously? Are you sure that’s a good idea?”

“Yeah! I’ll be fine. Really! Who knows, I might even sober up a bit with the extra time.”

Except, Alkim hadn’t accounted for all the other **** in his system, nor the fact that he’d severely handicapped his liver’s capacity to process ****.

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