She tries, but fails

She watched as Kateshi popped one of the two pills into his own mouth before approaching her, wrapping his arm around her waist and attempting to feed her the other one. Instinctively, Nancy recoiled.

“Err… I’m not sure about that!” she shouted over the music, putting on an apologetic smile.

“Come on!” Kateshi was having none of it, pushing his hand into her face insistently, “Live a little, shorty!”

Uneasy, her attempts to dodge the rapper’s hand getting harder and harder, Nancy relented, opening her mouth and allowing him to place the pill inside. Before swallowing, she made sure to push the pill into her cheek to make sure not to accidentally swallow it down. Seeing her throat work, the mumble-rapper grinned.

“See, all easy!” he grinned, letting go of her to get to work on the champagne bottle.

Nancy gave him a smile while turning away. Looking around, she scanned the room for a place to quickly and quietly discard the pill. Out on the balcony? Too far. The potted plant? Too conspicuous. Making her decision, she slowly made her way towards the couch. Maybe I can get rid of it between the cushions, she thought.

She jumped at the loud “Bang” behind her and before she could react a strong, powerful arm wrapped around her from behind. To her horror, Kateshi’s other hand came around as well, a bubbling bottle of champagne in it, which he quickly brought up to her mouth.

“NO-glllgh!” Nancy protested, her cry cut short when the bottle was pressed to her lips and tilted, pouring sweet, bubbly liquid into her mouth. Overwhelmed and surprised, Nancy swallowed reflexively two times before it became too much and she gagged. Sticky, foamy champagne burst from her mouth and nose, running down her chin and over her tits and she broke out into a coughing fit as Kateshi, laughing, poured more champagne over her face.

“Blgh- you fucking- MMPH!” her tirade got cut short when the rapper once again caught her off guard and reached to grab her face, forcing her to turn her head and mashing his lips against hers. Nancy froze as he kissed her roughly. Her eyes flew wide at this new violation, his body pressing against her back rocking with the beat of his shitty music, his mouth covering hers, hand keeping her from pulling away. This had gotten way out of control.

“Yeah, bitch!” Kateshi grinned as he finally let her go, his hand dropping from her cheek back down to her hip, holding her tight and grinding against her ass, making her feel that thick, long cock.

Nancy gasped for breath, too stunned to put much of a resistance up. Her mind raced. Desperately, she checked her mouth, hoping to find the pill still in there, but to her horror it was gone. Did she swallow it? Or did she spit it out when she coughed. She wasn’t sure, but she suspected that she had just ingested some designer party ****. Horror knotted her tummy up.

Kateshi was having the time of his life. ****, booze, a gorgeous slut in a bikini… he was living the rockstar life. Soon he would cut a deal that would bring him a significant amount of money. Damn, this bitch’s ass is nice, he marveled, rubbing his gradually hardening cock against her crack.

At a loss, Nancy could do little else but let things happen, let this young, tattoo-covered lowlife rub himself against her. What was taking so long?

RING!

At just that moment, the room’s phone, sitting on a small table beside the couch, began ringing. A huge wave of relief washed over the detective. Not a moment too soon. She was beginning to feel light-headed, her suspicion that she had swallowed the **** reinforced. Back to the plan!