Nora

Nora’s jamming out like there’s no tomorrow, her red hair a wild mess as she skids through the floor on her knees, strumming her air guitar with bombastic fervor. But as you watch her rocking out, all that runs through your head is what she’d look like on her knees in front of you, working your shaft with that hot lil’ mouth of hers.

Now, the only question is, how are you going to get your roofie into her system?

“Hey, any chumps out there want to buy me a drink?” Nora calls out, just as the current song ends.

Wow, what a coincidence! This is your chance! You jump in front of Nora, only to find that there’s a couple guys who managed to get there in front of you. Who are all these thirsty bastards?

“Nah, I’m not looking for you, or you, or you,” Nora says, waving those posers aside. She finally lights up when she sees you. “Ah, Alex!” she exclaims. “Could you get me a ‘Sex on the Manhattan Mule’ please?”

“A what?” you say.

“Just repeat it to the bartender. They’ll know what to do with the order,” she smiles, giving you a friendly pat on the back.

The bartender, it turns out, has no fucking clue as to what a ‘Sex on the Manhattan Mule’ is. The two of you shrug at each other, before he (it’s not Laura, just some other guy on shift) throws together some random collection of **** and mixers and passes it over to you, saying ‘Good luck, buddy.’

But you’ve got the power of date-**** **** on your side. You don’t need luck. You slip the roofie into the drink and allow it to dissolve, taking your sweet time to return to Nora.

“Think hard about what you’re doing,” she’s saying as you return, passing her the drink.

“You talking to me?” you ask.

“Yeah, but you won’t listen to me, so it doesn’t much matter,” she says, heaving a sigh. Her freckles come together in such an attractive manner as she does.

“I’m a great listener!” you protest. “I even got you the crazy drink you wanted!”

Nora pours the entire drink down her throat in one incredible gulp, smacking her lips afterwards. You stare at her.

“Nope, not what I ordered,” she says. “You didn’t listen.”

“Well, neither I nor the bartender knew what you were talking about, so we did our best—”

“And that included drugging my drink?” Nora asks in a low voice.

You freeze, still staring at her.

“How… I-I-I— didn’t…” you stutter.

“Let’s go to my room,” she says, grabbing your arm. “You wanted to fuck me so badly that you’d be willing to **** me for it? Then you’ll get what you want.”

With that, she proceeds to slump forwards, forcing you to catch her. What? Is she actually out? You wave a hand in front of her face, to no reaction. You look around, but nobody seems to have noticed. She’s in your arms, eyes closed, breathing shallow… there’s nothing to do but take her back to her room, just like you planned.

The moment you set foot in Nora’s room, she abruptly straightens up and gives you a hard look.

“Are you going to take off my clothes now?” she asks.

“Well, you’re not…”

“You’re the one that wanted this,” she says, setting your hands on her tits.

“It doesn’t feel right,” you mutter, although, you have to admit, her tits do feel pretty good.

“Funny how that works,” she laughs, though there’s no humour in her voice. “It would have felt right if I was knocked out?”

“No… I mean yes… but…”

Somehow, over the last few seconds, she’s slipped out of her dress. She lays on the bed, nude, her full body exposed to you. She’s the kind of busty petite that you’d only find in your wet dreams, so it’s no surprise that your cock begins to stir at the sight.

“What are you waiting for?” she asks, staring at the spot just above your head, almost as if… as if she were looking at a person above you? “Yes, you. You know who I mean.”

“I just…” you find yourself slipping out of you pants, not really sure of how that’s happening either. “You’re hot, but I don’t know…”

And yet there you are, your loins now pressed up against hers.

“This is what you wanted, right? I don’t want it. But you do. That’s all that matters,” she says, her voice cold, emotionless, dead.

And you slip into her and it’s bliss, like all the pleasure centers in your brain have been primed and fired in just this one moment. Fuck Nora is so hot. Her pussy is a deep tunnel that you can resist diving deeper into, and you grab a handful of her bright red hair, before you notice the blank expression on her face.

As you thrust into her, enjoying every motion of your bodies against each other, you notice that she’s just laying there. Doing nothing.

“Do you have to starfish like that?” you ask.

“Yes,” Nora says, staring up at the ceiling.

“You’re not even feeling the ****, are you?” you mutter, bottoming out in her again.

“No,” she says, staring up at the ceiling.

“Fuck, this doesn’t even feel good anymore,” you groan, collapsing atop her chest.

“Yes,” she says, staring up at the ceiling.

Your cock is limp. Did you cum?

“No,” she says, staring up at the ceiling.

Fuck. What’s wrong with you?

“Yes,” she says, staring up at the ceiling.

You back away from the bed, feeling sick inside your chest.

“Have a good night,” she says, slowly sitting up, still looking dead inside. “I didn’t.”

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