little_golden
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Jennifer was feeling very strange. It was so nice of Candi to be so concerned with her. Candi spoke so gently:
"Oh Jennifer, you're looking a little pale. Perhaps it is too hot in here for you. We have a private lounge in the back with air conditioning and soft leather couches and an open bar. Why don't I show you where it is?"
"Oh... sure" answered Jennifer as she brushed a lock of her long auburn hair. The truth was that Jennifer had become very cooperative thanks to the drugs affecting her mind. She was open to any suggestions. She had unwittingly lost her will to resist. Being a naive accountant, with no experience in the club scene, she never realized that her drink had been spiked.
Jennifer felt very light footed, as Candi grabbed her hand and began to prance her off. She had no idea where she was going or why . Candy's voice was soft and gentle and so Jennifer went willingly and happily. As she walked in the sexy black leather mini-skirt, her tight little bum attracted attention from the men behind her.
"Oh... it's so hot in here" Jennifer mumbled semi-coherently, without thinking she undid a fourth button to her semi-transparent white silk blouse. The effect was instantaneous, as her ample D cup cleavage was even more visibly displayed.
"Take it off baby... Oh ya... go on baby" laughed one of the men. The normally shy and reserved Jennifer smiled happily as she passed on her way to a private area of the club. Turning as she walked, Jennifer smiled as she undid the last few buttons and slipped off her blouse, and dropping it on the club floor without a care in the world. Her expensive white lacy bra was completely visible. Her big breasts struggled against their soft feminine support. Ther was a hollar of appreciation from a table full of men. If they had he asked her to take off bra, she would have happily obliged them without a care in the world. She was so high and drugged up, she didn't know any better and was perfectly trusting.
Jennifer stumbled, and nearly fell onto the lap of a stranger. The man seemed only too happy to catch her and help her to her feet. She never realized the man's hands had drifted to her sweet rear end, and he had taken the liberty of a quick feel. The man probably assumed she was a drunk local bar slut.
"Thanks" Jennifer mumbled.
The naive Jennifer, who had been travelling on business, had been craving for years, for some excitement, to otherwise dull safe life. Back at home, her loving husband and three kids waited for her to return in a few days from her trip. They had no idea, that Jennifer had planned a one night stand tonight. But her crazy plan was no longer hers to control, and instead Candi was completely in control. Not even in her wildest dreams, would the reserved ever imagine herself being led into private room with virtually no control over herself, either her body or her mind.
Jennifer had no idea that Candi had signalled some men, or that she had her own devious plans. Normally, Jennifer didn't even talk to waitresses or people like Candi. As a professional accountant, Jennifer made more money in a day than Candi probably made in a week. At home, Jennifer was in the church choir and a well respected member of the local community. Most of her neighbors would have drescribed her as the perfect mom, loving and providing, a perfect role model for young "ladies". They would be sandalized to see her dressed up like a slut, and hanging out in a pick-up club.

"Oh Jennifer, you're looking a little pale. Perhaps it is too hot in here for you. We have a private lounge in the back with air conditioning and soft leather couches and an open bar. Why don't I show you where it is?"
"Oh... sure" answered Jennifer as she brushed a lock of her long auburn hair. The truth was that Jennifer had become very cooperative thanks to the drugs affecting her mind. She was open to any suggestions. She had unwittingly lost her will to resist. Being a naive accountant, with no experience in the club scene, she never realized that her drink had been spiked.
Jennifer felt very light footed, as Candi grabbed her hand and began to prance her off. She had no idea where she was going or why . Candy's voice was soft and gentle and so Jennifer went willingly and happily. As she walked in the sexy black leather mini-skirt, her tight little bum attracted attention from the men behind her.
"Oh... it's so hot in here" Jennifer mumbled semi-coherently, without thinking she undid a fourth button to her semi-transparent white silk blouse. The effect was instantaneous, as her ample D cup cleavage was even more visibly displayed.
"Take it off baby... Oh ya... go on baby" laughed one of the men. The normally shy and reserved Jennifer smiled happily as she passed on her way to a private area of the club. Turning as she walked, Jennifer smiled as she undid the last few buttons and slipped off her blouse, and dropping it on the club floor without a care in the world. Her expensive white lacy bra was completely visible. Her big breasts struggled against their soft feminine support. Ther was a hollar of appreciation from a table full of men. If they had he asked her to take off bra, she would have happily obliged them without a care in the world. She was so high and drugged up, she didn't know any better and was perfectly trusting.
Jennifer stumbled, and nearly fell onto the lap of a stranger. The man seemed only too happy to catch her and help her to her feet. She never realized the man's hands had drifted to her sweet rear end, and he had taken the liberty of a quick feel. The man probably assumed she was a drunk local bar slut.
"Thanks" Jennifer mumbled.
The naive Jennifer, who had been travelling on business, had been craving for years, for some excitement, to otherwise dull safe life. Back at home, her loving husband and three kids waited for her to return in a few days from her trip. They had no idea, that Jennifer had planned a one night stand tonight. But her crazy plan was no longer hers to control, and instead Candi was completely in control. Not even in her wildest dreams, would the reserved ever imagine herself being led into private room with virtually no control over herself, either her body or her mind.
Jennifer had no idea that Candi had signalled some men, or that she had her own devious plans. Normally, Jennifer didn't even talk to waitresses or people like Candi. As a professional accountant, Jennifer made more money in a day than Candi probably made in a week. At home, Jennifer was in the church choir and a well respected member of the local community. Most of her neighbors would have drescribed her as the perfect mom, loving and providing, a perfect role model for young "ladies". They would be sandalized to see her dressed up like a slut, and hanging out in a pick-up club.
