Adriana

You find yourself unable to resist the magnetic body of the young model. Adriana must be yours tonight. You order a vodka soda from the bar and impatiently fumble with the pill in your pocket as it arrives a minute later. You thank the bartender—not Laura, just someone else working the same shift as her—and wait for him to turn away, before you covertly slip the roofie into the drink.

You let it fizz and dissolve into the drink for a couple seconds, looking off to the side while you cover the glass with your hands. Once you’re confident that the job is done, you glance at the drink, and confirm that it looks just like it did before. You’re in business.

“Yo, dude, can you watch these drinks for a second,” you call out to a guy sitting the next seat over. “I’ll be right back.”

He gives you a strange look, but nods his head.

You’ve got all the pieces you need. It’s time to extract Adriana from her circle of sycophants.
“Hey, we’re kind of full around here,” one of the guys says as you approach the table.
“Can’t you see? All the seats are taken,” another chimes in.
“That’s not an issue,” you say dismissively. “That’s going to be an empty chair in a minute. Adriana, want to walk with me for a second? I’ve got something that you’ll be interested in.”
She meets your eye, curious of what you have to offer. You turn and walk away, trusting that she’ll join you. A moment later, she joins your side as you pace down the length of the bar. You can almost feel the acrid glares from the chumps back at the table, so mad that you ‘stole’ their girl.
“What have you got? This had better be good,” she says. “Or you’ll have wasted my time, and I’ll put you on the ChiO blacklist.”
“It’s a special drink,” you say, returning to your spot by the bar. You push the vodka soda towards her, and then ask the guy from earlier: “Nobody messed with these drinks, yeah?”

“Nobody’s touched it bro. I don’t get the fuss you’re making,” he says, glancing at you and Adriana, before turning back to his conversation with some other ChiO sister.

“I just want to keep everyone safe,” you lie, taking a sip from your glass.

“This is the special drink?” Adriana asks, looking it over with a skeptical eye.

“Give it a go,” you say.

Adriana does, getting a taste of it first, and then taking a bigger sip. She sets the drink down a second later.

“This is just a vodka soda,” she says, giving you an unimpressed look. “It’s a good vodka soda. But it’s not special.”

“That’s what it’s meant to taste like,” you say, well prepared for this response. “But I guarantee you by the time you get to the bottom of the drink, you’ll notice the difference. It takes a minute to kick in.”

“There’s no such drink like that,” she says, but she drains another quarter of it anyways, getting that far-off look of a girl focusing on her taste-buds… or a girl losing focus as the roofies begin to kick in.

“That’s what makes this special,” you smile, knocking back more of your own drink.

Adriana, usually posture-perfect with the straightest back in the room, is slouching over the bar counter, propping her head up with her hand. Her straight brown hair flows down the side of her arm, the empty glass sitting in front of her refracting the strange lighting in the room.

“I feel so relaxed,” she says. “Like floaty, weightless… is that what was special about the drink?”

“You could say so,” you smile, placing your hand atop hers.

She makes no effort to move it away.

“Okay,” she says, and then lapses into silence.

“Let’s head over to your place,” you say. “We can hang and chill out… isn’t the atmosphere here a bit much?”

“Mhm… yeah, okay, ” she says, that classic suggestibility just the thing you were counting on.

Ten minutes later, you’ve lead Adriana out of the bar and back into the ChiO house. She faces the mirror propped up against her door and begins to undress herself, the sexy red dress peeling off her body with ease. You stand behind her, putting your hands on her waist, pulling her sweet ass up against your bulge.

“Oh…” she mutters, hands still caught up in the straps of her dress. “I forgot you were here.”

She begins doing up her dress again.

“No, take it off,” you say, running a hand down her bare back. Her pale, exposed skin is an aphrodisiac turning you on like nothing else, and you grab a handful of her ass, and then begin massaging her bare tit as the rest of the dress falls to the ground.

“I want to sleep,” Adriana murmurs, pulling away from your eager hands.

“I can tell you’re horny,” you say, pulling her back to you.

You slide a finger under her red panties and into her pussy. She’s dry as a desert.

“Am I?” she asks, confused, looking down at your hand against her crotch.

“You are,” you say, pushing her towards the bed.

“Okay,” she says, lying back on her bed.

You see that she’s closed her eyes, but you continue finger-fucking her, feeling her pussy gradually moisten from your stimulation. The body never lies, you tell yourself. And since it never lies… well, your rock hard cock needs to be sated.

Out it comes to play, your steely manhood brushing up against her folds. You relish the sight of nude Adriana, surely the most beautiful woman that you’ve ever seen naked, her perfect curves and pretty face all that you could hope for. If only she were more enthusiastic. Her eyes are still closed, though she seems to be murmuring something under her breath, words that you can’t make out.

Well. You can’t have everything, so you’ll take what you can get. And right now, that’s Adriana’s tight, hot cunt.

With a smooth motion you plunge your rod into her, gasping in pleasure as you truly feel her pussy. What a fantastic body. You grip her shoulders and thrust into her prone body with glee, not wanting to waste a single second of this incredible chance you’ve been gifted. Oh, sweet hot Adriana, all yours to play with, your cock so deep inside her, who even cares how this happened?

“Fuck yes,” you groan aloud. “You’re so good, Adriana…”

You hear a banging from the door outside.

“Hey! What the fuck!”

It’s a masculine voice, one that’s soon joined by two or three others.

“You really just stole our girl like that?”

“No way she came with you.”

“Open up! What are you doing?”

You freeze, your cock still deep inside Adriana’s cunt. Really? Her groupies followed her here? And then you hear a woman’s voice speaking.

“I know you **** her, Alex. You’re dead meat,” Shruti says.

There’s a click. The door unlocks and opens up, revealing the ChiO sister and the crowd of guys behind her. You’ve barely pulled out of Adriana, but the evidence is all there, clear as day, and you back into the corner, holding up your hands. Shruti slips her master key back into her purse, and gives you a dark glare.

“You guys want to do your crush justice? Fuck him up,” she says, giving the guys a glance.

They waste no time converging on you, beating you with fists and kicks, until you’re a groaning mess of bruises. This shit’s going to hurt tomorrow. The blows keep coming as somebody lifts you up, and then the next thing you know, you’re unceremoniously dumped outside the ChiO house, left to scramble home alone.

You fucked up, and you’re lucky they didn’t go to the police. But one thing’s for sure—you’re not getting an invite back to any ChiO events.

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