He calls me Assley (PM me)

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God, I was so hot! I felt my skin burning and aching with every little touch it made on this leather couch. Everything...everything felt so fucking fantastic. I wanted more - so much fucking more from him...this stranger who got me to this point. "Mmmmph. . ." I moaned, rubbing my pussy against the cold fabric of his couch. Meanwhile, Simon was placing....a camera? I didn't really know what he was doing from the reflection on the mirror. I didn't really fucking care.

I wanted his cock so bad.


Simon grinned as finished placing it...

"What's your real name?" he asked simply, turning to see me.
"A...Ashley Richmond."
"No. I want the nickname I gave you tonight."
"Assley Richmond..."

He took off his belt and came a bit closer.
"What's your boyfriend's name?"
"J-James..."
"Did you ever fuck James?"
"N-No!"
"Did you ever fuck anyone?"

Suddenly the room was quiet, except for the soft noises I made from rubbing my hips against this couch. Simon's facial expression quickly turned to anger as he used his belt to whip against my ass.

"A-AH FU-FUCK!" I cried out loud. "N-NO I NEVER DID!"

"Good girl. Now everyone can watch me dominate your ass." he said with a wicked grin "A whole lot more than I've been doing to you all night."

How did I get here?

I...I think it started with that blog post...

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Entry #33
Trip to Vegas:

I didn't really want to go to Vegas, to be perfectly honest. I didn't really see the appeal of getting a few drinks, playing some stupid slot machines (hello, I was smarter than that) and socialize with Nick's co-workers. I'm sorry if this sounds snobbish of me, but I really really didn't want to go. But of course, my boyfriend managed to convince me with some pretty bad guilt-tripping. He was getting pretty damn close to a promotion and the higher-ups were bringing their wives and he wanted to fit in. Of course, I also knew that the reason we wanted me to come is that his boss adored me.

Well, maybe adore is not really the word. In reality his boss is your stereotype CEO - a boomer generation, bald, Anglo-saxon pervert. I'm pretty sure he follows my blog anonymously (if so, hey Bob) and if not, well then he is just a plain dirty old man. But of course, who could blame him right? I know that might sound conceited, but I wasn't born yesterday. Guys usually fawn over my body; whether it's my tall (5'10") body, long legs, 32D cup boobs or my big round butt. Doesn't mean that I like the attention, mind you.

So, yeah. Here I am, a twenty-one year old in Vegas. I guess even though I don't really want to be here that I should count myself lucky - there's thousands of people who would love to be in my shoes right now. Thankfully we're here for just one week and that Nick's boss told everyone to dress up casual for when we meet up at some casino called "Winchester Royal". If any of you are around, hi (even if I don't see you haha). Keep in mind that Nicole isn't my actual name, so sorry if you shout out to me and I don't answer!

Anyway, I gotta go. Peace! :)

-Nicole
UPDATE: I almost forgot! Here's a selfie to get you guys throughout the week. Cheer up everyone! It's hump day!

 
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I had stumbled upon 'Nicole's' Blog while setting up my own and was immediately hooked. I had subscribed instantly and spent many a long night on her site. Of course I didn't read her Blog's all that much at first but looked at her pictures and imagined myself taking her every which way and just destroying her until she begged for more of my big cock.

Of course my own Blog was dedicated to just that. I would go around my home town and pick up woman in bars, always sexy ones, and bring them back to my apartment and then film myself fucking their brains out and tying them up, or whipping them or other depraved acts. Then I would dump them back on the street and never think of them again.

Of course a lot of people thought my site was fake and that I was just paying hookers to perform for me and I was pissed at that, but what could I do. I knew the truth and there were certainly a lot of others out there that supported me, but I was just really steamed that there were so many doubters out there.

Then one day fortune smiled upon me. I caught sight of Nicole in a local shopping center. I couldn't believe it. The woman I lusted over was actually living in my town. I followed her and managed to discreetly find out where she lived and over the course of the next several weeks learned her real name and a lot of other things about her.

Her real name was Ashley Richmond and she had a boyfriend named James who was a bit of a dick. He was never home and always seemed to be at work but he did seem to bring home the cash judging by the house she lived in and the way she spent money. Not a bad living if you could get it I supposed. I also started to actually read her post's on her blog and found out that she was basically a bored spoiled little girl, but still pretty smart.

I was even more infatuated with her now. She had a huge following and if I could fuck her on my blog no one would doubt that it was real. I had to have her. The problem was she seemed to have no vices. She did not go out drinking. She didn't gamble, she met up with friends at the mall but they just went shopping and they were all young rich socialites like her. I had no in. Then she announced she was going to Vegas and she was not going to like it and was going to be bored. My eyes lit up and my dick stirred. This was my chance.

I quickly booked a flight and a suite in the same hotel and planned my attack. I packed a few essentials and my computer and camera and then on the day boarded my flight. I was half hoping we would be on the same flight but it was not to be and soon I was checked in. I had just enough time to grab a nap before my assault on Ashley began.
 
"Done and done!" I said to myself, as I finished typing my blog entry of the day. This blog thing was some real serious work, more than most people would expect. To be honest with you, I never thought that I'd be doing this - supporting myself with a blog and a few selfies here and there. I had completed a bachelor's degree in communications and when I did go to school, I never dreamed that this was going to be my career. But, it paid well with all sorts of sponsorship and donations I got throughout the past year.

Truth be told, my personality when I wrote (in other words, Nicole) wasn't really how I was in real life. I wasn't so brash in person and while I never admitted it in my blog, I was a virgin. Most of all, I never advertised that this was my full-time job. Sure, I said in my blog entry that I was pretty sure James' boss followed my postings, but I was sure that neither one would admit it to each other face-to-face.

I got dressed and like I mentioned before, the dress code was strictly casual. So, I wore a cute dark blouse, a pair of tight jeans and three inch heels. I glanced at myself in the mirror and admired my own body. With one button undone from my blouse, I gave out a modest amount of cleavage (with just a tiny hint of the black bra underneath. I turned around and saw how tightly my jeans hugged my round ass. Yep, I definitely earned my self-made nickname of the "Fat Ass Bitch"...minus the last word.

"Looking good..." I thought to myself before grabbing my purse and heading out. I knew my way to the "Winchester Royal" and thank God for that, because I was going to be late. James was already there with his work buddies.

"Taxi!" I yelled out just as soon as the vehicle came by, though it looked as if someone beat me to it. Not wanting to waste more time, I quickly went over to him and asked "Sorry, I'm running late. Do you think that we could share this cab?"
 
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Simon had dressed rather casually. Sure it was up market casual but it was still casual. I had on a pair of black pants that although not strictly casual were several years old and looked it. On top of that I had a dark blue shirt that had a red print on it that I had left the top button undone on and I wore casual shoes.

I had seen Ashley walking towards the doors and had hailed a cab and was just entering it as she walked up. She rushed up and spoke to me. "Sorry, I'm running late. Do you think that we could share this cab?"

I had actually planned it that way and I turned around and smiled at her. "That's fine. I am heading down to the Winchester Royal, is that anywhere close to where you have to go miss.." I left the question hanging in the air as I helped her into the cab and followed her in sitting a little closer to her than was really appropriate.
 
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I quickly eyed the man and couldn't help but admire how he was dressed up. Not overdressed (like a whole lot of people staying at this hotel. Cut it with the suits guys, you're not James Bond) but not too shabby. But aside from quickly noticing how he was dressed, I also felt the feeling that I've seen him before. He probably had a room in the same hotel as me.

Anyway, by the look of things, I was in luck!

"That's fine. I am heading down to the Winchester Royal, is that anywhere close to where you have to go miss.."


"Ashley." I replied with a warm smile of my own and I extended my hand for a quick handshake. We sat sat together in the cab and although he was sitting just a tiny bit too close, I was too happy to care. I continued our conversation as the cab headed off and said: "I can't believe my luck. I'm heading to the Winchester Royal too! And I'm sorry...what was your name?"
 
I smiled at her with a warm friendly one... for now. "Simon...Names Simon. I have to go and attend a silly business thing my boss is throwing. It is going to be a total bore fest. He thinks he is really funny but really the only thing funny about him is his shape," I chuckled.
"I hope it doesn't take long so I can sneak out and maybe hit the black jack tables, take in a show and meet a nice lady."

I looked her up and down and smiled appreciatively. "You wouldn't happen to be single would you Ashley?" I inquired with a twinkle in my eye.
 
"Simon...Names Simon. I have to go and attend a silly business thing my boss is throwing. It is going to be a total bore fest. He thinks he is really funny but really the only thing funny about him is his shape."

I laughed and nodded in agreement. "Well it's a pleasure to meet you Simon! Believe me, I know what you mean." I said, brushing to the sides some of my long brown hair. So far, this Simon guy was pretty nice - I appreciated this conversation to rant off a little bit. "You wouldn't happen to work for Miles Tech, would you? Because you're pretty much telling me the story of my life. Well...sort of." I continued.

"I hope it doesn't take long so I can sneak out and maybe hit the black jack tables, take in a show and meet a nice lady."

"Well, I'm not sure about hitting the black jack table, but I'm hoping to sneak off because oh my god, I really don't want to go."

Can you believe it? Someone was pretty much stuck in the same situation as me; a crappy business 'get-away' at some casino.

"You wouldn't happen to be single would you Ashley?"


I chuckled and smiled at that question. I guess that I was the 'nice lady', judging from the way that his eyes were gazing all over my body. Not that I was complaining, mind you. "Nope, sorry. Actually, the only reason that I'm going to the casino is to meet up with my boyfriend, his boss and his co-workers. Bleh. I really wish that I didn't have to go."
 
"You wouldn't happen to work for Miles Tech, would you? Because you're pretty much telling me the story of my life. Well...sort of."

I almost chuckled. Considering I had made up everything I definately did not work for her boyfriends company. I had made the story up just to appeal to her situation.

"Sorry Ashley but I don't know that company. Mine is just a small one but the boss is just trying to show off by bringing us here."

"Nope, sorry. Actually, the only reason that I'm going to the casino is to meet up with my boyfriend, his boss and his co-workers. Bleh. I really wish that I didn't have to go."

My eyes lit up when she told me this but I kept my attitude calm and controlled.
Look I tell you what. Let me give you my number. If you can get away from your so called party you have to at least let me buy you one drink. I will understand if you don't call but we both seem to be in the same situation and it would be nice to at least have one drink with someone who understands."

I hoped I was putting the right amount of sadness in my voice and that she would take me up on my offer. If she didn't I would have to move onto plan B.
 
"Sorry Ashley but I don't know that company. Mine is just a small one but the boss is just trying to show off by bringing us here."

Oh well, I guess the world isn't that small after all. This, all things considered we were in a pretty similar situation. Almost identical, even! "Oh, that sucks. We could have made fun of the boss man together." I replied with a bit of a laugh.

When I mentioned about how I really didn't want to go, something seemed to have come up in Simon's eyes. He smiled and then offered

"Look I tell you what. Let me give you my number. If you can get away from your so called party you have to at least let me buy you one drink. I will understand if you don't call but we both seem to be in the same situation and it would be nice to at least have one drink with someone who understands."


He seemed desperate for someone to talk to, all right. I guess that maybe his co-workers were all a bunch of yes-men and wouldn't dare to say anything bad about their boss, even as a joke. Someone like, you guessed it, James. It was funny to see how in events like these that he would try to make sure that I said as little as possible. As if I wouldn't notice and say one of my jokes a bit too loud.

You know what? Maybe I'd take him up on his offer.

"Well, I'm not one hundred percent sure that I'll be able to sneak out, but why not? Let's exchange phone numbers! Mine is...XXX-XXX-XXXX. What's yours?" I asked, taking out my smartphone and putting in his number as well. I knew that he didn't ask me for mine, but I figured that it'd show that even if I couldn't sneak out, that I understood his plight, you know? Besides, there was nothing wrong with what I just did; James has a few female co-workers and they have each others phone numbers. Besides, maybe he'd make a good business contact.

I guess it didn't hurt that he didn't look like a sleazebag and looked...well, good.
 
I smiled at her. Well that had worked out better than I thought, I had even got her numbers. I quickly pulled out my phone and tapped them in then answered her.

"Well my number is XXX-XXX-XXXX.If you do get out i will probably be in one of the quieter bars. I am not really into the noisy scene when I am in a Casino. If I want that I will go to a proper nightclub."

We were almost at the Royal but I wanted her to really try to sneak out and the only way to ensure that was to get her thinking about doing that before she even arrived. I thought about her Blog and decided that talking about Jame's boss might do the trick.

"I tell you, I hate going to these things. Not only is my boss really dull, but as soon as he has a drink or two in him he gets very 'handy' with the females if you know what I mean. I hate men like that especially considering he tries to act like such a prude all the time. Do you know what I mean?"

Of course I knew she knew exactly what I meant.
 
" If you do get out i will probably be in one of the quieter bars. I am not really into the noisy scene when I am in a Casino. If I want that I will go to a proper nightclub."

Seriously, it was as if he was reading my mind! With a smile, I answered "A quieter bar sounds good. You know Simon, we're pretty alike!", pretty much stating the obvious because if I was thinking that, he probably was too.

I quickly glanced at my phone and saw that we were almost at the Royal. In just a few minutes, I'd be at the casino and have to deal with some awkward, forced conversation with all the losers at James' company. I nearly rolled my eyes at the thought, but managed to stay calm about it. Just don't think about it. It'll be okay. Don't think about how awful this evening is going to be.

"I tell you, I hate going to these things. Not only is my boss really dull, but as soon as he has a drink or two in him he gets very 'handy' with the females if you know what I mean. I hate men like that especially considering he tries to act like such a prude all the time. Do you know what I mean?"


Yeah, that reminded me of exactly of what I was trying not to think about.

"Don't remind me, ugh." I answered, bitter about the thought of having to speak to James' boss. "My boyfriend's boss is exactly the kind of person you're talking about. Granted, he hasn't gotten handsy with me, but that's probably because I'd smack that awful toupee off his head"

Of course, I could have ended it there, but I carried on with my rant for just a little while longer: "The worst part is whenever I try to bring up how awful his boss is, my boyfriend tries to change the subject. It's seriously annoying."

We were getting closer to the casino now, so I decided that if our conversation had to end, that it should be on a positive note. Right?

"So...yeah, I'm probably going to sneak out as soon as I get the chance." I said with a laugh before our stop came. "Well, I need to run because I am super late. It was nice meeting you Simon and we'll probably see each other soon!"

That said, I hurried and paid the driver and left the car. Although I didn't really know it at the time, but if Simon helped himself to a view of me leaving, he probably could have probably caught the slight hint of the black thong I had underneath my jeans. I didn't realize that my pants were a little lower than I would have liked until I reached the front door of the casino and adjusted my jeans, not even thinking about for more than a second.

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"Okay stop me if you've heard this one. Why did the accountant cross the road?" James said, wine glass in hand while his co-workers sat and waited for the punch-line. I couldn't believe that these people weren't bored to death - I swear, I heard this joke during last year's Christmas party.

"To bore the people on the other side."

Everyone laughed and I did too...though mine was a more "Hahaha...please get me out of here..." kind of laugh. Of course James didn't know that because he was a bit too busy with trying to be a riot for his boss. I had to wait for an opening to get the hell out of here. That said, I kind of zoned out while everyone chattered (and at the same time, I ignored the many gazes Bob was giving me). That is, until I heard something that just might have answered my prayers.

"What do you say we head to the slot machines? I figure that everyone should do that in Vegas."
Bob said while everyone nodded in agreement.

Bingo.

As everyone was getting their things from the restaurant, I told James "Hey honey, I'm going to just step outside for a smoke. I'll catch with you guys later."

"Sure thing. Take your time."

Take your time. Because I wasn't being too pleasant? Well, I wasn't about to argue with him because I took that as an invitation to really take my time. With a smile, I hurried off and left the casino. I wondered how Simon was faring?

Having decided to take him up on his offer, I dialed his number and once he answered, said with a laugh: "So, know any quiet bars?"



 
I had watched her get out of the taxi and hurry off and had enjoyed the sight of her big juicy ass, swaying and jiggling as she did. I was surprised to see the top of a thong poking out of her jeans but my small smile grew into a huge one. So no regular panties for her but a rather cheeky pair. I vowed that I would have her offering them up to me by the end of the night.

The driver complained to me, asking if I was getting out or staying in and I just snarled back and got out slamming his door. He took off hurling abuse but I was in such a good mood I let the bastard get away with it. I sauntered into the casino and walked up to the front desk. A rather cute young thing was on duty and on any other night I might have tried to chat her up. Tonight though I was after bigger game. Still it did not hurt to be polite.

"Hello.." I looked at her small but proportional chest and located her name tag, "April. I wonder if you can help me. I am looking for a few things in here tonight. I would like directions to the blackjack tables, and could you recommend a nice bar here in the complex. Not one that plays a lot of loud music or draws a big crowd though, I am looking for one that has a more quiet intimate feel to it if you understand."

April smiled back at me and nodded. I was probably one of the few people today that had probably treated her as a person and not a fact spewing machine.

"Not a problem sir, Our blackjack tables are towards the middle of the main floor. Just look at the edges to see what the stakes are and the limit of the table is." She then leaned in a little closer and spoke a little quieter. " As for your bar I have always found that the Crystal Note on our 3rd floor is very quiet and pleasant. It could be just what your looking for. In fact I myself enjoy a drink there occasionally, normally around 3 when my shift ends."

There was a small sparkle in her eyes and I knew if I wanted I could have her bent over in my hotel room in front of my camera by 3:30. However she was not who I was looking for tonight. Still... "Thank you very much April," I said as I handed over twenty dollars casually. "You have been a big help. You will have to say hello when you come and get your drink later," I told her smiling.

I left her then and walked through the place to the tables. I figured I would have to wait at least a couple of hours for Ashley's call so I might as well get some gambling in. I was no mug punter though. I was not going to chance my money on the slots or roulette wheel. If I had time I might have hit the poker tables but for now this would do.

I have a very analytical mind and yes I can count cards. However I never bet overly big but I always walk out with more than I walk in with. Tonight I figured I should win a few thousand to pay for everything. It took me about two hours, moving from the small tables to the larger ones. I took my winnings and then headed up to the bar April had recommended. It was perfect and I ordered a beer and had only been sitting down for ten minutes when I got the call.

"So, know any quiet bars?" I smiled as I heard the eagerness in her voice. "Oh hi Ashley I see you have managed to sneak out," I chuckled keeping my voice light. "Actually I have found a great one. Head to the 3rd floor and follow the signs to the Crystal Note. They are really easy to find so you shouldn't have any problems. I am here already so just tell me what you want to drink and it will be waiting for you when you get here."

Actually the drink would be along with a little something special in it that would make her loose her inhibitions and make her extremely aroused and horny. It was something I had perfected over many months of trial and error but was now foolproof. It left no traces of itself in any glass, and the effects came on gradually and had no drowsy side effects. It was the secret to my 'dating' success.
 
"Oh hi Ashley I see you have managed to sneak out," he said with a hint of eagerness in his voice. I guess that he really didn't want to drink alone! "Actually I have found a great one. Head to the 3rd floor and follow the signs to the Crystal Note. They are really easy to find so you shouldn't have any problems. I am here already so just tell me what you want to drink and it will be waiting for you when you get here."

I turned around and headed back in the building. "Third floor, huh? Okay, as long as we're away from all those dumb slot machines." I answered with a laugh. As for the drink well...I wasn't much of a drinker. Normally, I drank maybe a few beers...per year. Maybe it was how poorly my night was going, or maybe by talking to Simon I felt a bit more adventurous. Whatever the reason, I found myself adding "Ooh, could I have a martini?"

I hung up and made my way to the elevators, heading towards the third floor. Just as Simon told me, the signs helped me get to the Crystal Note in no time at all.

"So where is he...?" I thought to myself, before I saw him waving at me. I quickly made my way to him and said "Great to see you again Simon!"

 
I smiled as she walked towards me. I had been waiting and watching the entrance so as soon as she had appeared I had waved to her. I had deliberately chosen a booth towards the rear of the place but it was not in the shadows. I didn't want her thinking I was trying to get her alone to do anything with her. The table was pretty well lit and could be seen by people traveling to other tables as well as by anyone sitting at various other ones. In fact there were a few other people in the place but they were spread out enjoying the privacy.

"Great to see you again Simon!" She said as she got close to me and I held out her chair for her to sit down. Her drink was on the table next to my beer and I had already spiked it. I was looking forward to tonight. That one drink would make her mine but for now I would play nice, later though..

"It's great to see you too. I hope your night has not been as bad as mine. My boss was just as bad as I thought he would be. Bad jokes, a long boring speech and after two drinks he pinched a waitresses ass. The poor girl had to put up with it as well or she risk's loosing her job. He probably thinks she liked it. I slipped her some money and apologized and you should have seen her face, but she shouldn't have had to suffer in the first place."

He looked at her to judge how his story was going over and thought he saw a look of sympathy pass over her features.

"So how was your night? I hope it was better."
 
"It's great to see you too. I hope your night has not been as bad as mine. My boss was just as bad as I thought he would be. Bad jokes, a long boring speech and after two drinks he pinched a waitresses ass. The poor girl had to put up with it as well or she risk's loosing her job. He probably thinks she liked it. I slipped her some money and apologized and you should have seen her face, but she shouldn't have had to suffer in the first place."

I smiled at his story and realized that his day was just as crappy as mine. I chuckled a bit while he spoke, not because it was funny but because I couldn't wait to get away either.

"So how was your night? I hope it was better."

I shrugged as I replied "Not really. Honestly, my boyfriend's boss was being a loser throughout the entire evening. They're playing slots right now so I can't imagine what his crowd of 'yes men' are going to do when their boss loses a few rounds."

I took my first sip of the drink and smiled at the taste. "Woah, this is pretty good stuff." I said with delight. "Thank you for treating me! I really needed this." I then added, leaning in on the table and smiled warmly at him. You know, I was glad that I met him today - it would have been unbearable without this peace and quiet.
 
I looked at her and just couldn't help smiling widely at her, both because she was beautiful and complimenting me and because I was thinking of what was to come later on.

"No problems. Your not the only one that needed this. I am just glad that you got in my taxi. It is more fun to drink with someone than alone. Drinking alone has that sort of stigma attached to it don't you think. Plus this way I get to talk to a beautiful woman while I enjoy a nice cold Beer."

I clinked my bottle against her glass and took a sip hoping she would do the same. The quicker she drank the quicker I could begin.
 
"No problems. Your not the only one that needed this. I am just glad that you got in my taxi. It is more fun to drink with someone than alone. Drinking alone has that sort of stigma attached to it don't you think. Plus this way I get to talk to a beautiful woman while I enjoy a nice cold Beer."

I smiled as we clunk our glasses together and I took a generous sip of my martini. God, this drink was delicious. Was was this the first time that I tried it? Well, anyway, I really was grateful for this evening and my god, was Simon fantastic. Honestly, I wish James could be a little more considerate like him.

"I know what you mean. It sucks about the stigma, because people should be allowed to drink alone if they want." I said with another warm smile, as I took yet another sip. Seriously, this drink was heaven. "But you know, in a way it's cool. If there wasn't a stigma, maybe you wouldn't have asked me to join you."

And with a pause, I asked...

"So um...are you single?"


What...? I was curious...

 
"So um...are you single?"

With that one sentence I knew the potion was starting to take effect. It broke down a person's inhibitions first and allowed them to speak what was really on their minds. That was why I never really felt guilty about what I did to any of the girls I had posted on my site. If they had not wanted to fuck my brains out the potion could not have turned them into hornbags. It might have loosened them up a little but they still would have shot me down. The same way it would not work on a lesbian. She would tell me to fuck off then try to hump every beautiful woman in the room, or everyone that was her type.

"Why yes as a matter of fact I am single. I broke up with my last girlfriend a little while ago. She was just too much of a go getter. Always at work, never at home but insisting it was all for us. One day I just said fuck it all I am worth better and moved out." I looked around and then leaned over the table and whispered as if telling a big secret. "Do you know it took her 3 days to work out that I had actually left. Do you believe that?"
 
"Why yes as a matter of fact I am single. I broke up with my last girlfriend a little while ago. She was just too much of a go getter. Always at work, never at home but insisting it was all for us. One day I just said fuck it all I am worth better and moved out."

Seriously? It all was too much for me - it almost seemed as if he was talking about James right now. Of course, I never thought of moving out and straight-up leaving my boyfriend but...maybe it was something to think about. Instead of being here with me, he basically forced me to hang out with this awesome, handsome man. Wait, did I just think that he was handsome? I mean, he was but...

"Do you know it took her 3 days to work out that I had actually left. Do you believe that?" he said, interrupting my thoughts. I laughed at the thought that it took his ex that long to figure out he left.

"That's so funny."
I said with a warm smile as I took another sip - well, the last sip because it turns out that I finished my drink. "You know, my boyfriend is pretty much the same way. I wonder if he'd notice if I was gone?"
 
I raised my hand and when the waitress appeared i ordered another round for us. It would keep her talking and I wanted the first stages of the drug to start to take effect. Soon she would be susceptible to suggestion and I could maybe get her to leave with me. It might take a few more minutes though and another drink couldn't hurt.

"You know, my boyfriend is pretty much the same way. I wonder if he'd notice if I was gone?"

"You have to be kidding right. I would notice if you walked outside to get the mail. If he didn't notice a beauty like you had left him he couldn't call himself a male. I mean I can understand my girlfriend not noticing, I am not much to look at, but you," I shook my head in disbelief as the waitress returned with our new drinks.
 
"You have to be kidding right. I would notice if you walked outside to get the mail. If he didn't notice a beauty like you had left him he couldn't call himself a male. I mean I can understand my girlfriend not noticing, I am not much to look at, but you,"

I grinned and thought that what he said was well...pretty damn sweet. "Awh, thanks." I said, reaching out my hand to him. "Honestly, I can't see why your girlfriend was such a bitch with you. You're hilarious, handsome and caring. That's an unbeatable combination, you know!"

I noticed my hand was on his and I hoped that wasn't too much for him. Was I flirting? I couldn't tell...
 
"Honestly, I can't see why your girlfriend was such a bitch with you. You're hilarious, handsome and caring. That's an unbeatable combination, you know!"

Okay now I was sure the effects were kicking in. She was definitely flirting with me. The compliments, the holding of my hand. I knew I should probably wait a little longer but she had me hot and raring to go so I thought I would through caution to the wind. Of course I was not going to try for a home run right now.

"You think so huh. You know what, how about we test this boyfriend of yours. You are staying at the same hotel as me right? Let me escort you back there and let's see how long it takes him to realize you are gone. He obviously has your phone number so as soon as he realizes it he will call you. I am betting we won't even make it to the Taxi's, after all we have been up here for a good twenty minutes now, he has to be getting worried by now."

I was pretty sure that good old James wouldn't even notice her gone until much later, by which time I would have already snagged her phone and turned it off.
 
"You think so huh. You know what, how about we test this boyfriend of yours. You are staying at the same hotel as me right? Let me escort you back there and let's see how long it takes him to realize you are gone. He obviously has your phone number so as soon as he realizes it he will call you. I am betting we won't even make it to the Taxi's, after all we have been up here for a good twenty minutes now, he has to be getting worried by now."

My heart raced from the sound of his plan. I thought about it and realized that while James probably already sent me a text message (I'd have to check though...), that my dear boyfriend would be really anxious if he decided to go home and couldn't find me. But that didn't bother me. Despite what James might feel, I just didn't see the harm with Simon's plan.

...Not to mention, just going to the hotel with Simon felt so exciting. It wasn't as if we were going to do anything...

What if I made it just a tiny bit more exciting though? My heart was beating like crazy when I came up with the following:

"I'll take you on that bet. If he doesn't call by the time we're at the hotel, let's hang out in your room."
 
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"I'll take you on that bet. If he doesn't call by the time we're at the hotel, let's hang out in your room."

Well now this was an interesting development. I didn't have to suggest she come up to my room, she was inviting herself. Her boyfriend must have been really ignoring her of late for the potion to be effecting her this much. Maybe I ought to tease her a bit before I took my prize. After all it would be no fun if she was too easy.

"That sounds like a very good plan to me," I told her smiling broadly. After all I still had to play the sweet guy and what man wouldn't turn down the chance of having her in his room.

I quickly signaled the waitress and paid for the drinks and left a generous tip and offered her my arm. "Then shall we depart and see how long it takes him. Now I am not sure if I want him to notice or not."

The good thing about my stuff was that unlike a roofy or any of those other so called date rape drugs, it left my target in full control of their functions and perfectly capable of their functions. In fact if they didn't drink they would remain just the way they were in everyday life. The only difference was they would fixate a lot more on me and they would become extremely horny. Well truth to tell they would have become fixated on the first person they saw while drinking it, that's why I made sure to go to quiet bars and talk to them constantly while they drank. It kept them looking at me.

We left the bar and headed to the elevator. "So how long are you actually staying in Vegas Ashley? I take it you are not a local?"
 
"That sounds like a very good plan to me. Then shall we depart and see how long it takes him. Now I am not sure if I want him to notice or not." he said, offering his arm to me. I smiled and eagerly took his arm, holding it with both of mine in an infatuated way. I knew that it was bad. I knew that I was being way too flirty with this stranger but something inside of me pushed against that knowledge of what I was doing was wrong.

When we left the quiet bar, I noticed myself that my hips had more sway to them. I knew that subconsciously, I wanted him to make remarks about my body and to hit on me more like more. I mean, that felt pretty good - back in the taxi when he asked if I was single? When his gaze was going all over my body? "Snap out of it...This is so messed up..." I thought to myself, thinking about James and how what I was feeling would affect him, if he knew. I'd check my cellphone to see if he messaged me. Let's see if he cared where I was...If he cared then I would stop this. I would go back to the stupid party I would -

"So how long are you actually staying in Vegas Ashley? I take it you are not a local?"

"Oh um..." I said, caught off-guard as he interrupted my thoughts "I'm here for about a week. Then I'll be heading back to my place. What about you? Are you from around here?"
 
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