Give Him a Sedative

While sometimes you quite enjoyed leading boys like this along, some of your victims could get quite tiresome. This one was looking at your exposed tits like he was wandering the desert searching for water. He was thirsty enough to be mentally undressing you and likely to take things too far if you gave him an inch. Not that it would cause you any trouble...but a battered camgirl wasn't quite his style. You had a few different ideas in mind already actually, so it was far better to just skip to the fun. Jake here would have his, in a way.

The boy lead you further into his apartment, likely to offer you use of his phone. From a cramped hallway things opened up into the living room. You took it all in, knowing you'd need it soon. There was a single reclining chair awkwardly shoved against the window, a full length well used sofa, and a coffee table that looked like someone could lay on. Most of the room was taken up by the TV. Beyond this little living space was a door back into a bedroom, a door to a bathroom, and a little kitchen nook that didn't bring you much interest. The living room would work perfectly for the scene you needed to set.

"Well, as thanks, how about a celebration," You suggested, sitting on the sofa and carefully unzipping your backpack and hiding most of its illicit contents from your victim. Instead of pulling out one of the bits of clothing or cases of makeup you had inside, you fished around and eventually produced an expensive bottle of whisky.

"Oh...uh..." Jake responded with trepidation, something you needed to ease, and fast.

"Just a little foreplay," You told him. Your voice was casual, but the smile you flashed him suggested something else. You tried not to laugh at how quickly he ran to his little kitchen nook and fished out some cheap glasses for the booze. You had to do your best not to match his eagerness, slow down...draw it out enough to keep him from getting suspicious. You took your time pouring the drinks, glancing up, fluttering your lashes, generally making sure he was thinking with his dick.

Once the glasses were poured, you make the first move, raising up your glass and gingerly sipping. Luckily, Jake takes the bait, raising his glass and gulping it down for courage. He'd find it going down smoother than he'd expected. You, on the other hand, didn't feel it going down at all, just let it swish around in your cheek. You could appreciate how eagerly he swallowed...he'd be doing a lot more of that soon.

Jake set his glass down and was about to say something, maybe a one-liner, maybe offer his bed to you. He didn't get beyond a few slurred syllables, his eyes glassing over, before he slumped over onto the couch. You quickly spat your sip back into the cup and got to work. You had about three hours before he woke up and the first bit was usually the boring part. With practiced hands, you stripped him naked in a matter of minutes, tossing his clothes aside and looking at what you had to work with.

"Huh....less hair than I was expecting," You noted to yourself, running a hand over his smooth chest and across his smooth legs. It was an easy enough job after that, heft him into the bathroom, run some Nair over him, shave him smooth anywhere but his head. When you were all finished, you used a roll of medical tape to tuck the boy's penis away, before dragging him back to the recliner he'd been in about thirty minutes ago.

"Well, that's the worst part out of the way, time to get you dressed for the part," You talk to yourself, digging around your bag and starting to pull out pieces of the boy's outfit. You had put together a look perfect for a...

1) Big Breasted Bimbo
2) Flat Chested Slut
3) Cute Girl Next Door