{"id":284,"date":"2014-06-16T15:34:06","date_gmt":"2014-06-16T22:34:06","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.hidden-shelf.com\/?p=284"},"modified":"2014-06-16T15:54:02","modified_gmt":"2014-06-16T22:54:02","slug":"the-honeypot-ch-01-be-bimbofication-m2f","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.hidden-shelf.com\/?p=284","title":{"rendered":"The Honeypot Ch. 01 [BE \/ Bimbofication \/ TG]"},"content":{"rendered":"

A young agent is tasked with sabotaging a rising politician’s career and life but finds the game can change in an instant.<\/em><\/p>\n

Chapter 1 of 3<\/em><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

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The heavy silence in the old room was finally broken by a tiny ‘clink’ sound as a crystal clear ice cube shifted in a short, heavy glass.\u00a0 Massive velvet curtains blocked all outside light to the room.\u00a0 A huge mahogany desk lived in an oasis of soft yellow light that emanated from dark green lamps.\u00a0 The world beyond was darkness and the pale, overweight man sitting behind the desk looked as if he had lived his entire life in that tiny realm.<\/p>\n

A single leather-bound chair faced the monolithic slab of old wood.\u00a0 A much younger, slimmer man sat in the chair, his hand around a thick glass of honey hued whiskey.\u00a0 A second ice cube shifted in the drink and the man sighed, lifting the glass to his lips.\u00a0 With a practiced gesture, the young man took his cell phone from his inside pocket, woke it to check the time and then replaced it.<\/p>\n

“I can either continue along the steady path to becoming horribly drunk,” the young man said.\u00a0 “Or you could actually tell me why I’m here.\u00a0 Sir.”<\/p>\n

A minute passed.\u00a0 Two minutes.\u00a0 Finally, as if he bore the weight of the world upon his bald head, the old man slowly looked up.<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

“Ah, Williams.\u00a0 So glad you could make it.\u00a0 I have something for you.”\u00a0 The old man’s glasses hung from the tip of his nose, as if a raindrop pausing before its fall.\u00a0 Robert Williams, III stared at the other man’s glasses.\u00a0 He willed them to either fall or for the old man to push them back into proper place.\u00a0 The blatant disregard for both physics and order were beginning to drive him mad.<\/p>\n

“Oh?\u00a0 It must be important if you’ve pulled me away from Santiago.\u00a0 You realize I’ve blown my cover, don’t you?\u00a0 Three years of work to have your assistant very publicly tap me on the shoulder.\u00a0 All of that work, gone.\u00a0 You’ll be lucky if you can engineer an excuse for my sudden absence and then replace me with another agent.\u00a0 I’d been so close that I’d almost forgotten how to speak English.”<\/p>\n

“Very important and very time sensitive.\u00a0 We had no choice.\u00a0 Something will be done with Santiago but it is no longer your concern.\u00a0 Tell me, Williams, do you follow politics?”<\/p>\n

Robert blinked.\u00a0 “Foreign or domestic?”<\/p>\n

“Domestic in this case.”<\/p>\n

“No, neither, actually,” Robert answered.\u00a0 “Well, beyond the case files and the bits I pick up in passing from the news or conversations.\u00a0 I’m fairly certain I know who the president is but much beyond that doesn’t interest me.”<\/p>\n

The old man harrumphed.\u00a0 “Pity.\u00a0 There is a young woman, a new senator, making waves in the community.\u00a0 Large waves.\u00a0 She was recently appointed as head of an internal investigation against Senator Bowman.”<\/p>\n

“Ah,” Robert smiled.\u00a0 “I’ve actually heard of Senator Bowman.\u00a0 Corruption investigation, yes?\u00a0 Accepting money from some oil company and something about a massive pipeline explosion in… Kansas wasn’t it?”<\/p>\n

“So you do pay attention.\u00a0 Yes.\u00a0 The explosion was two years ago and was what caused the food riots.\u00a0 They still haven’t fully recovered.\u00a0 The investigation eventually came knocking on Bowman’s door and that<\/strong> turned over some… unfortunate stones.\u00a0 The junior senator, Ms. O’Neal, has previous experience with Bowman and so was named to the committee.\u00a0 Our research shows that she’ll be the guiding vote.\u00a0 As deep as Senator Bowman’s pockets are, he won’t survive this if it goes badly.”<\/p>\n

“And, so?”\u00a0 Robert asked.\u00a0 “Am I to seduce this Senator O’Neal and convince her to vote on Bowman’s behalf?”<\/p>\n

The old man’s laugher was deep and surprisingly rich.\u00a0 He held his large stomach as it shook.\u00a0 “Oh, oh my dear boy.\u00a0 I’m afraid your storied charms would do naught here.\u00a0 The gossip around the community is that Ms. O’Neal prefers her partners to be, well, less cocky, shall we say.”\u00a0 The man wiped sudden sweat from his heavy jowls while chuckling at his joke.<\/p>\n

“Surely you don’t mean for me to kill her, then?\u00a0 It would seem to be a bad idea given-”<\/p>\n

“No,” the man interrupted.\u00a0 “No, certainly not.\u00a0 We’ve already ran simulations with that particular scenario but every single one of them ended with Bowman in jail.\u00a0 Every single one.”<\/p>\n

Another ice cube shifted in Robert’s nearly empty glass.\u00a0 “I don’t like these kinds of guessing games, sir.\u00a0 Do I break into her house to find something to use against her?\u00a0 To discredit her?”<\/p>\n

The two men stared at one another through the dim lighting.\u00a0 Without a word, the older man opened a drawer in his desk.\u00a0 From the drawer, he withdrew a small black case.\u00a0 Robert cocked his head.\u00a0 The case seemed to absorb the pale lighting and was barely larger than a credit card.<\/p>\n

“The contents of this case cost half of Senator Bowman’s entire, prodigious wealth.\u00a0 It is untested and rather unique.\u00a0 And, possibly unable to be duplicated.\u00a0 The lead chemist behind the project recently had an unfortunate accident when we discovered, too late, that he had a gambling addiction.\u00a0 We all know where that can lead in these situations.\u00a0\u00a0 The rest of his team, biologists and geneticists, were only a small part of the whole and are unable to do much on their own.\u00a0 Sadly.”<\/p>\n

The old man pressed his wrinkled thumb against the top of the case.\u00a0 It opened with a tiny, enthusiastic electronic pop.\u00a0 With surprising gentleness, he withdrew a micro cylinder.\u00a0 Robert could see a pale golden liquid inside the container.\u00a0 His sharp eyes picked out nearly invisible specks suspended within the mixture.<\/p>\n

“What is it?”\u00a0 Robert asked.<\/p>\n

“They never came up with a name for it and it’s untested.”<\/p>\n

“I’m sorry,” Robert said.\u00a0 “Did you say ‘untested’?\u00a0 You’re giving me something that I’m supposed to, what?\u00a0 Feed her?\u00a0 Inject into her?\u00a0 Whatever I’m supposed to do and you don’t know whether it’ll do anything at all?”<\/p>\n

The old man shrugged.\u00a0 “The project lead… died before creating additional batches for testing.\u00a0 His notes are incomprehensible and incomplete.\u00a0 This is all we have.\u00a0 Theoretically, it should work.”<\/p>\n

“Theoretically.”\u00a0 Robert deadpanned.<\/p>\n

“It’s not our job to make it work.\u00a0 It’s our job to deliver it and walk away.\u00a0 Our client pays whether it does what was intended or whether it does nothing more than give her a minor headache.”<\/p>\n

“And?”\u00a0 Robert asked.\u00a0 “What is it supposed to do?”<\/p>\n

“It,” the old man cleared his throat.\u00a0 “It is supposed to make her insatiable.\u00a0 Sexually.\u00a0 Unable to hold back her libido, she will, sooner or later, disgrace herself.\u00a0 We’ll have camera teams following her discretely until it takes effect.\u00a0 Ideally, we’ll catch her with another woman or multiple women and that may be enough to discredit her.\u00a0 She’s never made her orientation public and shies away from the question when asked.\u00a0 The news companies would be in a frenzy and, at a minimum, she’d be made to step down due to the distractions caused.”<\/p>\n

“Surely there’s a more simple way?\u00a0 Bowman is incredibly wealthy and this overly complicated plan seems cartoonish.\u00a0 Why not just fabricate something or dig into her past?\u00a0 There has to be something there.\u00a0 Everyone has their dirty little secret.”<\/p>\n

“Perhaps.\u00a0 Senator O’Neal is surprisingly clean.\u00a0 She’s clever, smart and scrupulous.\u00a0 A dangerous combination for a man like Senator Bowman.\u00a0 We’ve yet to find anything strong enough to break her.\u00a0 However, even if we had, I suspect Bowman would rather this method.\u00a0 There’s history between the two.\u00a0 For some reason, Ms. O’Neal has made a strong effort to bring Bowman down.\u00a0 And the man himself has given her plenty of ammunition, unfortunately.”<\/p>\n

Robert rolled his shoulders. \u00a0“Childish.\u00a0 But, we still get paid?”<\/p>\n

“Oh yes.\u00a0 Regardless of the outcome.”<\/p>\n

“All right.\u00a0 What do I need to do?”<\/p>\n

The old man smiled widely, his misshapen, nicotine yellow teeth appearing darker in the low light.<\/p>\n

—–<\/p>\n

Robert adjusted his tie as he stepped through the heavy doors of the hotel bar.\u00a0 He looked down his body for the third time that evening in order to ensure his tuxedo was immaculate.\u00a0 Satisfied, he stepped fully into the bar.\u00a0 Light music played from a live piano in the corner and muted conversations filled the room with a low level hum.\u00a0 Robert surveyed the area, eyeing every single woman.\u00a0 His eye lingered on a few of the more attractive ones before continuing.\u00a0 Finally, he found Ms. O’Neal sitting at the bar.\u00a0 She had a champagne flute on the reflective wood of the bar and a small notepad next to it.\u00a0 She wore a cream colored blouse and a short black skirt.\u00a0 Her medium length brown hair was held up by two black lacquered sticks.<\/p>\n

Well,<\/em> Robert thought.\u00a0 Perhaps this won’t be as boring as I thought.\u00a0 She’s not as unattractive as her dossier makes her seem.<\/em>\u00a0 He made his way to the bar, smiling at random women while threading his way through the various tables.<\/p>\n

The bartender appeared as soon as Robert stood next to Senator O’Neal’s stool.\u00a0 The woman glanced up at Robert before bending back over her notebook.\u00a0 Her neat handwriting filled the entire page but the lighting was too dim to make anything out.<\/p>\n

“Whiskey.\u00a0 Neat.”\u00a0 Robert sat and stared in the distance.\u00a0 Mentally, he ran through various options on how to deliver the solution.\u00a0 From the notes, the chemical was easily deployed; it would work ingested, through skin contact or inhaled.\u00a0 Finally, he decided the glass of champagne presented a perfect opportunity.\u00a0 The color matched the liquid from the vial and should mask whatever taste it had.\u00a0 Hopefully.<\/p>\n

Robert looked over at Senator O’Neal.\u00a0 “Usually when people come to a bar, they come to escape work.”\u00a0 He nodded at her notebook for emphasis.<\/p>\n

Senator Samantha O’Neal (R-KS) looked sideways at Robert.\u00a0 “I don’t really have a typical job; I can’t ever really just put it all away.”<\/p>\n

“Ah,” Robert nodded.\u00a0 “Let me guess – CEO?\u00a0 That’s me, too.\u00a0 Small electronics company.\u00a0 Although I mostly herd cats and sign checks.\u00a0 Well, and come to nice hotel bars to relax.\u00a0 I’m in town for a sales meeting.\u00a0 Mostly I’m just here to nod my head while my product managers talk their talk.”<\/p>\n

The slim woman next to him turned back to her notebook.\u00a0\u00a0 “No, not a CEO.\u00a0 It hardly matters, however.”<\/p>\n

A sudden burst of laughter gave Robert the perfect opportunity to perform another quick survey of the room.\u00a0 The darkened overhead lights were naturally to his benefit.\u00a0 One other person sat at the far end of the bar, a middle-aged man well on his way to being drunk.\u00a0 The rest of the tables were set far from the bar and most of the people were facing away from him.\u00a0 Only the bartender remained a threat.\u00a0 However, the young man’s attention was elsewhere as he kept glancing at the ornate clock set among the array of liquor bottles lining the bar shelves.<\/p>\n

Perfect,<\/em> Robert thought.\u00a0 He reached into his pocket to palm the small vial.\u00a0 Now, how to do it?\u00a0 <\/em>The senator’s glass of champagne was still nearly full and she didn’t seem tipsy so he assumed it was her first glass.\u00a0 He would only need an excuse to reach over her glass and… He smiled to himself as an idea struck.<\/p>\n

“Excuse me, bartender?”\u00a0 Robert asked.<\/p>\n

“Yes, sir?”<\/p>\n

“What’s the bottle over there on the right?\u00a0 The black label one?\u00a0 I think I had that exact same one on my last trip to Madrid and it was exceptional.\u00a0 No, not that one.\u00a0 The one… no, the one over to the right.\u00a0 No.\u00a0 More.\u00a0 It’s, look here, this one.”\u00a0 Robert popped the small vial’s cap off with his thumb and index finger.\u00a0 Years of training and natural reflexes kept his hand steady with machine-like precision.\u00a0 He reached forward, hand pausing over the senator’s glass.\u00a0 With a twist of his wrist, he pointed at a random bottle of the bar’s shelf.\u00a0 The bartender turned to look and even the senator glanced up out of habit as a tiny stream of liquid splashed into the thin champagne flute.\u00a0 He withdrew his hand almost immediately.\u00a0 “Yes, that one.\u00a0 Perfect.\u00a0 May I see the bottle, please?”<\/p>\n

Robert turned the bottle of scotch over in his hands, pretending to read over the label as he watched Senator O’Neal from the corner of his eyes.\u00a0 Finally, he smiled and handed the bottle back.<\/p>\n

“Was it the same one, sir?”\u00a0 The bartender asked, obviously not caring whether it was or not.<\/p>\n

“No, I’m afraid not.\u00a0 Similar but not the same.\u00a0 I clearly remember a busty young woman on the label.\u00a0 Of course, by the time I’d had it, I was nearly drooling on the counter so perhaps I just imagined it.\u00a0 Still, thank you for indulging me.”<\/p>\n

“Of course, sir,” the bartended replied.<\/p>\n

The senator’s pen made small scratching noises against the notebook’s paper as she wrote her notes in a neat, small script.\u00a0 Robert waited, patiently sipping on his drink while appearing deep in thought.\u00a0 His heart raced when the senator reached for her glass.\u00a0 She held it with her left hand, frowning at her notebook in concentration.\u00a0 She crossed her previous sentence out before adding a few more words.\u00a0 Mid-sentence, Senator O’Neal took a large swallow of her drink and then set it back down to finish what she was writing.<\/p>\n

And, done,<\/em> Robert told himself.\u00a0 Possibly the easiest job I’ve ever taken.\u00a0 <\/em>He continued to watch the woman from the corner of his eye.\u00a0 He had no idea how long it’d take for the formula to take effect or what the trigger would be.<\/p>\n

The more Robert watched the senator, the more attractive he found her to be.\u00a0 In fact, her self-confidence and concentration added to her charm.\u00a0 He usually found himself bedding women nearly half his age.\u00a0 Mostly mentally immature young girls that were dazzled by a fast car and expensive hotel rooms.\u00a0 He’d never had a senator, though.\u00a0 And with what that chemical was supposed to do, perhaps now he would.<\/p>\n

Robert turned to the other woman.\u00a0 She didn’t look any different as she stared at her papers but perhaps she just needed a push.\u00a0 He grinned at her.<\/p>\n

“I’m sorry,” he told her.\u00a0 The knowledge of what she’d taken made him more bold than usual.\u00a0 “I know you’re in the middle of work but what do you say you put all of that away and take me up to your room.\u00a0 I bet you’re just dying to feel-”<\/p>\n

She was faster than he expected and he just barely had time to blink as the woman’s drink splashed across his face.<\/p>\n

“You’re a disgusting pig,” the senator said, her voice a harsh whisper.\u00a0 Her eyes were steel and her thin, hard lips were pressed in a line.\u00a0 “I don’t know where you get off, thinking I’m some loose, desperate woman to take any man that comes snorting after me but you’re wrong.\u00a0 I look forward to the day your kind dies out and misogyny breathes its last breath.\u00a0 Crawl back into the sewers where you belong, you sexist, arrogant asshole.”<\/p>\n

He watched her gather her things as he cleaned himself up.\u00a0 So, not fast acting, I guess.\u00a0 Would’ve been nice to know ahead of time.\u00a0 If it even works at all.\u00a0 Damn foolish plan.<\/em><\/p>\n

With a chuckle, Robert finished his drink and signaled for a refill.\u00a0 He was on his fourth drink, and happily tipsy, when a young, mousy woman sat two stools down from him at the bar.\u00a0 He watched her openly, well past the point of caring whether he was being too obvious or not.\u00a0 She had short blonde hair with bangs that nearly hid her entirely forgettable face.\u00a0 She was obviously playing dress up in an attempt to appear more sophisticated than she really was.\u00a0 It appeared that she had browsed through a high end fashion catalogue and then tried to match the outfits with a vaguely similar selection of clothing from Target.\u00a0 Nothing fit exactly right and the colors were off enough to be noticeable.<\/p>\n

Perfect,<\/em> Robert thought.\u00a0 Grabbing his drink, he made his way over to her while the woman dug nervously through her purse to find her ID.<\/p>\n

“Hi,” Robert told the young woman.\u00a0 “Mind if I sit?”<\/p>\n

Startled, the girl stared back with wide eyes while clutching her purse to her lap.\u00a0 “Y… no.\u00a0 I mean, sure, go ahead.”<\/p>\n

Robert swallowed the last of his drink and then nodded at the new bartender for another.\u00a0 The evening shift bartender was older and more on top of his game. \u00a0\u00a0Both of their drinks arrived quickly, quietly and efficiently.<\/p>\n

“First time here?”\u00a0 Robert asked.<\/p>\n

The young woman nodded as she took a too-large sip of her drink.\u00a0 She made a face and then blushed.<\/p>\n

Robert smiled at her.\u00a0 “It’s a good place.\u00a0 I’m here on business. \u00a0I own my own trading firm and I’m in town to look at a few prospects.\u00a0 Just because I’m worth millions doesn’t mean I’m not careful with my money, you know?”\u00a0 He watched her carefully as he spoke, watching her eyes light up at ‘trading firm’ and then even further on ‘millions’.\u00a0 He held out his hand.\u00a0 “James Buckley.\u00a0 My friends call me Jim.”<\/p>\n

With another too-big gulp of her drink, the young woman nervously shook Robert’s hand.\u00a0 “K… Karyn.”<\/p>\n

“Are you in town for work?”<\/p>\n

“N… no.\u00a0 I… I’m treating myself to a mini vacation.\u00a0 I was in the spa and pool earlier and, oh, did you know the water is heated?\u00a0 The pool water.”<\/p>\n

Robert gave Karyn his best patronizing expression.\u00a0 He found that for women like her, it worked wonders on their confidence.\u00a0 “Oh.\u00a0 That’s nice.\u00a0 I’m sure.\u00a0 I’ve never used it since it’s far too public for me.\u00a0 But, I’m sure it’s quite nice.”<\/p>\n

Karyn blushed deep red with embarrassment.\u00a0 “I… I thought it was.”\u00a0 She tried to take another sip of her margarita and seemed surprised when it was nearly empty.<\/p>\n

“Would you mind if I got your next drink for you?\u00a0 I’ve been sitting here drinking alone the entire evening and I wouldn’t mind the company and it’d only seem fair for me to pay.”\u00a0 Without waiting for an answer, Robert raised his finger to catch the bartender’s attention.\u00a0 “Another for the pretty lady.\u00a0 On my tab, please.”<\/p>\n

“Th… thank you.”\u00a0 Karyn’s blush was a mixture of pleasure and a reaction to her low tolerance to alcohol.\u00a0 Robert grinned back at her.<\/p>\n

When the drink arrived, Robert raised his glass in a toast.\u00a0 “To evenings spent drinking alone.\u00a0 And nights spent in the company of others.”<\/p>\n

Not knowing how to respond or what to say, Karyn shyly clinked her glass against Robert’s glass.<\/p>\n

—–<\/p>\n

“So then I said, ‘Darling, if you want to see the whole thing, you’d better take a bus over to the next city and stand out of the way.'”\u00a0 Robert quipped, his head a warm buzz from his sixth glass of whiskey.<\/p>\n

Karyn snorted with laughter and then covered her mouth while giggling.\u00a0 She was on her fourth drink and had been drunk since halfway through her third.\u00a0 The shy girl was replaced with a perpetually smiling, flushed young woman.\u00a0 It almost made her attractive, Robert decided.<\/p>\n

“You’re so funny<\/em><\/strong>,” Karyn slurred.\u00a0 “Funny and handsome and rich and funny.”<\/p>\n

“Oh?\u00a0 Handsome, huh?”<\/p>\n

“Yes.\u00a0 Yes.\u00a0 Handsome.”\u00a0 Karyn repeated, trying to focus on her drink.\u00a0 “You’re-”<\/p>\n

Robert leaned forward, surprising the woman with a light kiss on the lips.\u00a0 Her mouth parted for him and their tongues met. Karyn moaned as Robert’s hand brushed her breast, trailing down to grab her hip.\u00a0 He was pleased to find her slim beneath her terrible clothes.\u00a0 The young woman gripped at his thigh, nearly clawing at him in her drunkenness.\u00a0 When they broke apart, she stared at Robert cross-eyed, her mind a million miles away.\u00a0 She licked her red lips as she composed herself.<\/p>\n

“I have a room,” Karyn said.<\/p>\n

“I know you do,” Robert said with a smile.<\/p>\n

“You could come to my room.\u00a0 Up to it.\u00a0 There’s a bed.”<\/p>\n

“Oh?”\u00a0 Robert leaned forward, his lips brushing the young woman’s ear.\u00a0 She shivered at his touch.\u00a0 “Do you want me, Karyn?\u00a0 Tell me you want me and I’ll come with you.”<\/p>\n

“Yes.\u00a0 Yes.\u00a0 God, yes.\u00a0 I want you.”<\/p>\n

Still whispering, he continued.\u00a0 “What do you want, Karyn?”<\/p>\n

“I want you.\u00a0 I want to feel you inside of me.\u00a0 I want to suck on your cock.\u00a0 James.\u00a0 I want you to fuck me.\u00a0 Oh god yes.”\u00a0 She tried to kiss him again but he pulled back and smiled as she stared at him, confusion on her face.<\/p>\n

“I want you to give me a hand job right now, Karyn.\u00a0 Right here at the bar.”<\/p>\n

“But… but…”<\/p>\n

“And then I’ll go up with you.\u00a0 Just a few strokes to show me you mean it.\u00a0 That you want me that bad.”<\/p>\n

Karyn looked around, swaying in her seat.\u00a0 Her face was a deep scarlet as she bit her lip.\u00a0 Turning back, she gingerly touched Robert’s belt, working to find a way to undo it through the drunken haze consuming her.\u00a0 Robert stopped her.<\/p>\n

“Good girl.\u00a0 I just wanted to see if you’d try.\u00a0 You’re a good girl.”<\/p>\n

“Yes.\u00a0 Yes, I’m your good girl.”<\/p>\n

Robert dropped a wad of cash on the table and then stood.\u00a0 Karyn stood with him, steadying herself on the stool next to her.<\/p>\n

“After you, Karyn,” Robert smiled.\u00a0 He followed her through the dark room, into the lobby and to the elevators.\u00a0 When the doors closed behind them, he pressed into her, kissing her hard again, tongue twisting and writhing against hers.\u00a0 She moaned when he reached his hand down the front of her skirt.\u00a0 He felt the smooth skin of her lower stomach and then her mound.\u00a0 She’d missed a few hairs when she’d shaved but, oh, she was wet.\u00a0 He smiled through his kiss when her moan deepened.\u00a0 His fingers pressed into her, feeling her slick wetness.\u00a0 He pulled off of her as the elevator slowed.\u00a0 She reached for him as the doors opened and he gestured to the hallway.<\/p>\n

Karyn walked out of the elevator, nearly crashing into the opened doors as she stumbled drunkenly into the hall.\u00a0 Robert sniffed his finger when her back was to him.\u00a0 She smelled sweet and he felt himself stir.<\/p>\n

The walk to Karyn’s hotel room was short and she didn’t wait for him before opening the door.\u00a0 Robert stepped in and closed the door behind him, locking the security latch.\u00a0 It was a tiny room and as simple as he expected for someone like her.\u00a0 She was already in the bedroom area, sitting on the bed, unsure of what to do next.\u00a0 Robert stood next to her, looking down at her.<\/p>\n

“Unbutton me, Karyn.\u00a0 I want to feel your mouth on me.”<\/p>\n

The young woman barely hesitated.\u00a0 She fumbled at his belt until it came undone and then worked the two buttons of his black slacks, finally unzipping him.\u00a0 If nothing else, she was eager and that pleased him.\u00a0 Robert ran his fingers through the woman’s hair as she pulled his underwear and pants down.\u00a0 He sighed as she took him in her mouth.\u00a0 She was warm and wet and she knew exactly what she was doing.<\/p>\n

Robert unbuttoned his shirt and finished undressing while Karyn sucked him off.\u00a0 He stood before her, naked, watching her while she squeezed and rubbed and sucked on him.\u00a0 Finally, he pulled her away and then frowned.\u00a0 He wasn’t even half erect.<\/p>\n

Karyn stripped quickly on the bed, throwing clothes off to the side one after the other while Robert massaged himself.\u00a0 He didn’t feel like he was drunk enough to not get hard and she’d been surprisingly good at the blowjob.\u00a0 So why-<\/p>\n

Looking up, Robert saw Karyn naked with her legs spread and her heels on the edge of the bed.\u00a0 She was fit and her breasts were firm with thick pink nipples straining in the air.\u00a0 Robert felt his cock stir but watched as it simply shifted, still mostly soft.\u00a0 Karyn moaned in front of him, her fingers playing with her clit, spreading herself open to show her petite pussy off to Robert.\u00a0 She dipped a finger carefully between her lips, arching her back as she fingered herself slowly.\u00a0 Robert shrugged away his concern and went to her, grabbing her hips to push her further up the bed.<\/p>\n

Robert lay between her legs, pressing his cock against her as he kissed her deeply.\u00a0 Karyn’s fingers worked against his muscular back, clawing and massaging as he grinded on her.<\/p>\n

“Please.\u00a0 Please, I need to feel you in me.\u00a0 You’re driving me wild.\u00a0 Please.” Karyn moaned, over and over.\u00a0 “Oh god, I want to feel your cock inside of me.\u00a0 Filling me, opening me.\u00a0 I want you deep inside, fucking me hard.”<\/p>\n

With a grunt, Robert reached down. \u00a0He loved when a woman talked.\u00a0 When she told him what she wanted.\u00a0 When she begged for it.\u00a0 But, even now, with Karyn begging and the feel of her slick, firm body against him, even now he wasn’t hard.\u00a0 He grit his teeth and pulled the skin back on his cock, making himself as hard as possible so he could press himself into her.\u00a0 Karyn twisted above him, digging her fingers hard into his back.\u00a0 He held himself for a moment, pressing as deep as he could before letting go.\u00a0 He moved and felt himself almost slip out so he pressed in again as hard as he could and held himself there.\u00a0 The woman moaned again, begging him to fuck her hard, to pound into her but Robert only felt shame as he made small movements so he could stay in her.\u00a0 Thankfully, she was incredibly tight.<\/p>\n

It was with great surprise when, suddenly, barely minutes into finding a position that kept him in place, Robert orgasmed.\u00a0 He didn’t feel the warning signs or the start of it; one moment, he was thrusting into Karyn and the next, he felt himself twitching and cumming.\u00a0 Robert yelled out in surprise.<\/p>\n

“Did… did you cum?”\u00a0 Karyn asked.<\/p>\n

“I… yeah.\u00a0 What the hell?”\u00a0 A small part of him wanted to apologize but his pride forbade it.<\/p>\n

“Hey, it’s okay.\u00a0 You had a lot to drink.\u00a0 It happens.\u00a0 I know.”<\/p>\n

“No, it… it… dammit.”<\/p>\n

“No, really.\u00a0 S’okay.\u00a0 I’m totally wasted anyway so probably can’t get off.\u00a0 Just lie down with me.\u00a0 Sleep it off and wake me up with morning sex.\u00a0 It’s okay.\u00a0 Just lie with me.”<\/p>\n

Robert grimaced.\u00a0 He didn’t want to start a scene by just leaving so, instead, he pulled the blankets back and covered both of them.\u00a0 Karyn immediately pressed herself back into Robert’s stomach.\u00a0 He automatically reached over to cup her breasts and she sighed in contentment.\u00a0 She felt warm against him and her thighs were slick with cum and the smell permeated the small area.\u00a0 Robert felt himself stir at the scent of their sex.\u00a0 With his eyes closed, he could picture it – his cum spurting into her tight pussy, slowly oozing out of her to cover her thighs.\u00a0 Thick and white and-<\/p>\n

Warm and comfortable with a belly full of whiskey Robert drifted into a deep, dreamless sleep.<\/p>\n

—–<\/p>\n

A group of drunk young man passing in the hallway outside woke Robert from his sleep.\u00a0 He found himself in the same position as when he’d fallen asleep.\u00a0 Karyn’s breathing was deep and steady against him.\u00a0 Robert carefully pulled himself off of the young woman.\u00a0 Moving as slowly as possible, he eased himself out from under the blankets in order to stand by the bed.\u00a0 Karyn shifted once, twice and then lay still.<\/p>\n

Moving quietly, Robert dressed himself in the near darkness of the small hotel room.\u00a0 Once dressed and with his eyes adjusted to the dark, he glanced a last time at the bed.\u00a0 The sooner I forget this night, the better.\u00a0 Jesus Christ.\u00a0 That was embarrassing as hell, <\/em>he told himself.<\/p>\n

The door was surprisingly quiet as he unlatched and opened it.\u00a0 He left and closed the door with a soft ‘click’.\u00a0 Finding the elevator took a moment but from there it was a short walk outside.\u00a0 Two orange and white Prius taxicabs waited near the entrance of the hotel.\u00a0 Both drivers were standing and talking with each other but turned as he approached.<\/p>\n

“Airport?”\u00a0 The first one asked – a young black man dressed in white pants and a Hawaiian shirt.<\/p>\n

“No.\u00a0 Downtown.\u00a0 11th and Pike.”<\/p>\n

“Perfect.\u00a0 Hop in.\u00a0 I’ll get you there.”<\/p>\n

Robert took the seat behind the driver.\u00a0 The car was pristine and smelled vaguely like cinnamon.\u00a0 Sensing his mood, the driver left him alone as he pulled away from the curb.\u00a0 Bright lights faded into darkness as the driver merged onto the interstate.\u00a0 Robert leaned against the car window, feeling the coldness of it against his forehead.<\/p>\n

He smelled of sex.<\/p>\n

Bringing his fingers up to his nose, he breathed in again.\u00a0 Karyn’s scent was still strong but there was something else, too.\u00a0 Glancing at the driver to make sure his view was blocked, Robert slouched back to reach into his pants.\u00a0 He dug his fingers between his thighs, rubbing and pressing .\u00a0 With another look at the cabbie, he took his fingers out.\u00a0 There.\u00a0 That smell. The smell of both of us.\u00a0 Jesus, that’s good.<\/em>\u00a0 Robert felt drool pool at the back of his mouth.\u00a0 His cock stirred again, shifting and twisting without growing hard.<\/p>\n

The smell of his cum called to him.\u00a0 Mixed with Karyn’s scent, it was intoxicating.\u00a0 He held his fingers to his nose while he rubbed himself, wriggling his ass slightly as he closed his eyes, again picturing Karyn’s lithe body beneath him.\u00a0 He was hard in his imagination.\u00a0 Fucking her hard while she screamed his name.\u00a0 He fast forwarded to his orgasm.\u00a0 The image of himself vanished and, again, he thought of the feeling of his cum spurting out, filling Karyn.\u00a0 Robert licked his lips at the thought of her rubbing herself, tasting his cum.\u00a0 Taking globs of his cum into her mouth, moaning and twisting as she sucked on her fingers, cleaning them.<\/p>\n

Just like he was moaning and twisting in the taxi.\u00a0 Just like he was sucking on his own fingers right now.<\/p>\n

Robert froze.\u00a0 The driver was taking the exit for his apartment complex, smoothly changing lanes and braking for a stoplight.\u00a0 What the fuck am I doing?<\/em>\u00a0 He asked himself?\u00a0 He yawned, covering his mouth.\u00a0 I’m just exhausted is all.\u00a0 And drunk.\u00a0 This whole night is wrong and I just need to sleep.<\/em><\/p>\n

The driver pushed a few buttons on his dashboard.\u00a0 “Here you go, man.\u00a0 11th and Pike.\u00a0 Total comes to $12.75.”<\/p>\n

As if in a daze, Robert unbuckled himself and pulled his wallet out.\u00a0 He passed the cab driver a $20 and told him to keep the change as he stepped out of the cab.\u00a0 The taxi drove off as he made his way to the front door through the cold night air.\u00a0 He yawned again.\u00a0 Sleep pulled at him and he fumbled for his key to unlock the glass entry doors.\u00a0 He shuffled through the hallway, barely making it to the elevator before leaning against the walls inside.\u00a0 The ‘ding’ of the elevator arriving on his floor woke him from half-sleep and he forced himself awake.<\/p>\n

“Just… just one step… one step… after… another,” Robert told himself, lurching forward.\u00a0 He cursed as he dropped his keys while trying to open his apartment door.\u00a0 It took three tries before he was able to open the lock and then he was inside.\u00a0 Robert kicked off his shoes and then briefly considered trying to strip naked.\u00a0 He yawned again and opted to just fall into his bed.<\/p>\n

Robert was snoring within seconds.\u00a0 Nearly an hour later, he moaned, gripping at his bed sheets.\u00a0 Beneath his silk shirt, his right nipple hardened.\u00a0 Robert bit his lip in his sleep.\u00a0 The skin immediately surrounding the nipple darkened slightly to a near brown. His small, useless nipple twisted beneath his shirt, pulling at the skin around it.\u00a0 As it twisted, it grew, the darkened skin surrounding the small nipple, adding to it.\u00a0 Robert’s shirt shifted as his right nipple thickened.\u00a0 Soon, his left nipple followed.\u00a0 Twisting and growing until both nipples stood erect, pressing against Robert’s silk shirt.<\/p>\n

A small drop of milk pushed from Robert’s left nipple, darkening the shirt above in a tiny circle.\u00a0 Robert gasped quietly in his sleep and then settled again.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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