After only a few minutes, the waiter came back with a cart carrying a tray. Everything Alan had ordered was there. The champagne was in beautiful crystal cups with Gothic engravings and a black coating, and the strawberries smelled divine. I laid down on the bed and stared at the door. The waiter smiled and left after Alan thanked him. I paid close attention to see where Alan would put the keys...
"Errin, I have to say that you surprised me." He had the keys in his hands, but I looked away for a second and then back to his face. There was something about him that was... strange... attractive.
"Really? How did I get that done? Mr. Gorsky, you don't seem like the type who gets shocked easily." When I smiled, the red lipstick on my lips moved a little. Alan put the keys next to the door. Wonderful.
"Come on, let's drop the formalities. I'm not that old." He walked over to me, sat down next to me on the bed, and offered me a drink. "You're very smart." No matter how hard you try to keep it from your bastard husband.
My eyes opened slightly. If Mike found out that I was talking about him in this way to one of his clients, I'd be in serious trouble.
"Don't worry; I won't say anything to him. It's none of my business. It's a shame he doesn't appreciate having such a fascinating woman by his side. I'm married as well," he took a sip, "not for love, of course." I looked at him, unsure what was going on. If he had taken me out just to talk, there was no way I could get away.
"And what saved you from love, Alan?" I said his name clearly so he could tell we had moved from a formal to a casual tone.
"Money, milady, money."
"Fair enough, and to some extent understandable."
"Come on, I earned a lot with my marriage. But you... You've lost everything." I stared down at the floor, and the right corner of my mouth rose up. He's correct. But I had no choice. "Anyway, we didn't come here to talk, did we?"
I stood up from the bed and began unbuttoning my dress. That's what I usually do when one of my husband's buddies buys me. But Alan's eyes were weird. He gazed at me with kind sadness and eventually stopped me.
"Wait. Give me a few seconds, okay?" The man rose up, placed his glass on the table, and entered a bathroom. Here it is. My chance.
I sat back down on the bed and quickly grabbed the pill in the bag. God, the important thing is to remember the glass. When I dropped the drug into one of them, it hissed menacingly. All I could do was pray it melted before Alan came out of the restroom. I needed to distract him.
Yes, he asked me not to haste, but aside from my nude body, I couldn't think of anything else to distract him. So I hurriedly removed my dress and threw it away. I lay on the bed and waited. Because it was somewhat cold in my underwear, my nipples hardened treacherously, making them visible through my bra.
Barely a minute later, the bathroom door opened, and he walked out wrapped in a towel. I can't deny it: he has an incredible body. I would call it pure muscle... Wow. His abs were so strong that women from the Middle Ages might have washed their clothes on them. He had big shoulders and an extremely powerful back. Not to mention his biceps, which were the size of my skull.
"Wow. You look lovely, Errin."
"You look good too." I winked and motioned him to the bed with my finger. "I think I promised you something."
"You're right." He sat down next to me and brought me a drink of champagne. That's not the right glass. If I drink that, I'll be done for. I need to get out of this.
"Wait, it's not just about the champagne." He stared at me intently, as if he suspected something. I had to be quite careful.
I leaned toward him, realizing there was only one option. I took a sip of champagne and leaned towards him. My knee was between his legs, and I could already feel his cock hardening under the towel. It was a nice size. My hands started to caress his chest, and my face got closer to him. As soon as our lips met, I poured the champagne from my mouth into his and handed him the glass. I believe part of the drugs was absorbed via the mucosal membrane, but I hope it is not critical.
Alan clearly enjoyed my action, as he leaned on his elbows and took a few sips from the appropriate glass. Bingo! Now all that remained was to wait for him to pass out.
I drank from the second glass. Not as much as last time. My hands began to touch Alan's cock, and I eventually untied his towel. Damn, I don't think I can handle it all. However, judging by the way my head is spinning, I may not have to. Alan drank much more than I did.
I peered carefully into his eyes and leaned forward slightly, allowing him to view my ass in my thongs. Guiding his cock to my lips, I wrapped my fingers around it and went on down till the champagne coated most of his huge cock. I tried to pull the foreskin as far back as possible so that the most sensitive part could feel the champagne bubbles.
"Oh, fuck." Alan threw his head backward. Probably under the influence of drugs, it felt even better. My other hand came down, and I began rubbing his balls. I could feel with my tongue how his veins were pulsating as I moved up and down. "Keep going."
I can't wait for him to pass out, yet I truly don't mind him. It is even interesting. It's interesting that he behaves so differently with Mike than when he's alone with me. I gulped the champagne and let his cock slide out of my lips. My tongue circled his dickhead three times before coming down to his bridle, pressing gently and moving up and down. I could already taste the precum. Salty, but primarily sweet...
"Mmm, baby, yes..." Alan's words were already slurred, and I knew he was going to pass out in a few minutes. And that is what happened.
So I'm sitting on the bed, his still-erect cock near my face, and I hear him snore slightly.
"Alan...? Are you with me?" I got closer to him and discovered he was completely lucid. Great. Sorry, sunshine, but that's life.
The dealer said the medication would last approximately 30 minutes, so I didn't have much time. I immediately put on my dress, looked in the mirror, and realized my lipstick would reveal me to the entire staff.
I quickly cleaned it off in the bathroom and grabbed some hairpins. Where is that damn key? I looked back at Alan, who was still sleeping in the same position, snoring and looking odd. A large, buff man snoring in a hotel room, while his dick is covered in red lipstick.
I discovered the key in the hallway, exactly where he left it. Damn, good thing I didn't wear high heels. I'm starting to feel dizzy.
As softly as possible, I turned the key and opened the door, checking to see if anyone was in the corridor. As I did so, I looked up to the upper right corner out of habit.
Fuck...a camera. AGAIN! This dudes have a bad habit of spying on me. I am fucked. Now I absolutely need to run. If I don't get out, I'm dead.
My heart is racing, and beads of sweat are gathering on my brow, nose, and upper lip. I literally look like an amphetamine addict going through withdrawal; my jaw is shaking with anxiety.
I'll have to put on my high shoes and be as calm as possible. If there are cameras in the room, there must be cameras in the passageways. I'm such an idiot; how could I not have thought of that? However, I believe they are monitored 24/7 in the hallways and only in rooms upon request. So I've still got a chance.
I exhaled and walked out into the hallway as smoothly as I could at the time. I'm sure I looked nonsuspicious on the outside.
While passing through one of the rooms, I heard bloodcurdling screams.
"So, which of you would like to order the next act? Come on! The opening bid is $5,000!" A girl screamed in the background. Fuck, what an asshole. I paused, wondering if I could help her. "Six thousand! Great, does anyone want to raise their bid?"
No. I cannot take that risk. I don't think she'll be able to carry herself normally. I just can't waste any time. I apologize, whoever you are.
My eyes welled with tears, and my chin began to shake even more. As I walked forward, the sounds of her pain faded. When I got to the elevator, I lowered my eyes and pressed the button for the first floor. Im sorry, im so sorry, girl...
The elevator doors swung open, revealing the waiter. Probably the same person who served us. He nodded at me.
"Can I help you, Mrs. Dreese?" My nails sank into my palms, forming grasped fists to keep my eyes from showing my nervousness.
"Thank you; everything is good. Did you see my husband?"
"Yes, he's resting in the lounge in the restaurant section."
"Thank you very much."
I went past the waiter without emotion, feeling his attention on me. He had some suspicions. If he went to check on Alan right now, I'd be done. So I went to the restaurant, fully knowing that Mike was absolutely out of it.
I could still feel someone's eyes on me. What about the waiter? I turned around, but no one was there. Someone had already followed me. It seemed unusual that no one was raising the alarm.
There was no time to think; I entered the lounge and discovered my husband was completely unconscious. Drool dripped from his mouth as he slept soundly. Of course, drinking so much whiskey. He's completely unprotected right now. Perhaps I should take advantage of the situation. No. There is no time. You are lucky, bastard.
I carefully reached into his pocket and grabbed his car keys. Run, Errin, run.
As I exited the lounge and entered the restaurant, I noticed many waiters immediately looking at me and going my way. I shifted direction and accidentally ran into a man.
"I'm sorry." My palms touched his chest, which was covered in a whole black silk shirt. He has a pleasant fragrance that I cannot ignore even today.
"It's okay, Sweety."
I nodded, lifted my face, and moved on. This man could have scooped me up and twirled me around with one finger. He was gigantic, so it's no surprise I ran into him.
"Hold her!" I just heard one of the waiters call after me, and then this stranger accidentally blocked their way. Whoever he was, he earned me a few minutes.
I dashed out of the restaurant into the street, my hands trembling, and I ran to Mike's Mercedes. Come on, I am nearly there. When I touched the door handle with my keys, it opened. YES! FINALLY!
I got inside the car and started it, at which point the complex's security personnel fled. I hurriedly locked the door and pushed the gas pedal.
"You can kiss my ass, sons of a bitches!"
I sped down the alley to the gate, which was, of course, closed. The security guards must have found Alan.
Overall, the car is cool, but I'll have to abandon it regardless. I'm certain it has a tracking device. So nothing is keeping me from simply crashing through the gate.
I grasped the steering wheel tightly and pressed my heel to the floor. In three seconds, I'm already traveling 60 mph. 80. 90. I can see the gate just ahead of me. At a hundred, I collide with it and knock it off.
"FUCK." The accident slammed me against the steering wheel and wounded my lip, but I was fine otherwise. If Mike ever located the car, the windshield, hood, and bumper would set him back a lot of money.
I continued driving and realized I was already far from Aquamarine. I was driving 140, and there was obviously someone behind me, but they couldn't catch me up.
"I did it..." I kept driving until tears formed in my eyes and began to fall. "I FUCKING DID IT!" I began hammering on the steering wheel, and staring at the empty road at night, all I could do was laugh and cry uncontrollably.
I am free... I am fucking free...