Spanish Fly

You're not sure how to react. Whatever was in that pill.....

But Ray did know how to react. Back to your side, arm around your waist, and pushing you forward towards the exit as you practically stumbled on the heels to stop from falling over.

Wait....stop from falling over? That was it!

It didn't take much, just slowing down you feet slightly so the momentum and the precarious shoes did the rest. Your body pitched forward, Ray tried to grasp you but was unprepared and you fell spread out over the floor.

"Ugh," the impact hit you a little harder than you were expecting. You'd attempted to move one knee forward to absorb some of the impact, but the pencil skirt had held it back. You try to gather yourself.

"Miss, are you okay?" an unfamiliar voice.

"Oh, she's fine, aren't you?" Ray of course.

"I think she can speak for herself." You look up to your left and see a man, having just got up from a nearby table.

You lock gaze with him, "I ummm, I think I need some help."

"No problem at all," but to your horror its Ray's voice that says it. You roll onto your back to get a better view of him, but he's already at your side. Before you can react he has one arm under your knees, and one arm under your upper back. He can't really... and then he lifts you up.

The floor flies away from you as you suddenly find yourself suspended in the air Ray's chest. Dammit, does he go to the gym or something?

You look back at the man, noticing a woman is sitting at the table he was sitting at. His wife/girlfriend? He speaks again.

"Well, it was quite the fall, are you sure she's okay?"

"Don't worry, I'll give her a full examination in our room, nothing left out." And with that he turned around, spinning the couple out of your vision, and the exit to the bar into it, the bank of elevators clearly seen beyond.

"Ray..." you're not sure what to say.

"I know, your ankle. I shouldn't have let you walk around so much." He looks at you smiling slyly, "Don't worry, I'm not going to make that mistake again!"

Your heart beats as you feel each step forward he makes. You feel your fake boobs against his chest, his hand rubbing your legs through your sheer black tights, while his other arm rubs the sleek latex against your back. His grip is like iron and suddenly the ground seems a far way down.

A wave of uncertainty hits you, and you grab out for stability, a latex gloved hand of yours goes around Ray's neck and gets a grip. Ray's smiles at you even more and his pace suddenly increases. Turning your head with horror you see the bank of elevators approaching.