Author's Note: All persons in this work of fiction are at least 18 years old.
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Robert Hogan was the envy of all the young men in his fraternity at the college he attended. He was the top makeout artist, surpassing even those richer and better looking than he. Nobody knew just what his secret was but, at the frat parties that were an important part of college life, he was always able to talk some young, beautiful coed into joining him in his bedroom. Although all his contemporaries wanted to know, he never talked about what he did to make him so successful with the opposite sex. Nor did he ever tell anybody exactly what he and the young lady had done together, even though they all had a good idea.
"A gentleman never tells," was his motto.
That was one of the reasons he never talked about his successful technique. The other, more important one was that it probably would have gotten him thrown into prison. Robert was majoring in Pharmacy and had taken all the Chemistry classes he needed and even some that were not required. During his studies, he had come across a very old book that had actually been banned by the college, although a few copies still survived. In it were directions for making a hypnotic drug that would cause anybody who took it to be very compliant to suggestions. When he set his sights on some sexy young and unaccompanied woman, he would spike her drink or food with it and, in no more than a few minutes, she was his and he could do with her whatever he wanted.
The most recent time was at a party when a large number of women from a nearby sorority house were present. One of them was a bosomy young blonde with short hair, a very pretty face and a voluptuous figure and Robert decided she would be his conquest that night. Once his intentions became clear to his frat brothers, they stayed away, not wanting to compete with the champion, giving Robert a clear field and he took advantage of it.
Once he had maneuvered his way to be standing in front of her, he introduced himself. "Hi, my name is Bob Hogan. I haven't seen you at one of these parties before, and I know I would have noticed someone as good-looking as you."
"Hi, Bob, and thanks. My name is Michelle Day, and this is my first time."
"Well, in that case, let's make sure you have fun. Can I get you a drink?"
"No, thanks. Even though I'm 18 years old, my parents made me promise not to drink or do any other kind of drugs while I'm away from home."
That didn't bother Robert because the drug he had in his pocket would work the same in any kind of beverage, once it had dissolved. "Well, we have soft drinks too. How about a Coke or a Seven-up?"
"Seven-up would be fine. I am kind of thirsty."
"Don't go away. I'll be right back."
On his way to the bar, Robert dug the capsule with his special drug out of his pocket and held it in his left hand while he dropped ice in the Styrofoam cup and added the soda from the two-liter bottle. He dropped the capsule into the cup and stirred with a plastic swizzle stick, partly to dissolve the drug and partly to chill the drink more quickly. After filling another cup, this one from the keg of beer, he returned to his intended victim.
When he handed the drink to Michelle, she immediately took a sip of it. "Ah, that really hits the spot," she said and took another big swallow.
Robert knew the drug would take effect in a few minutes so he waited, slowly drinking his beer and engaging in idle chatter until Michelle's eyes seemed to glaze over. That meant she was ready to be talked into his bed.
When the time arrived, he asked "How do you feel?"
"Oh, I feel good."
"I'm glad. Now, let's go up to my room. You want to do that, don't you?"
"Yes, Bob. I want to go up to your room."
He took Michelle by the arm and led her to the stairs. If any of the fraternity brothers saw their departure, they thought enviously and admiringly of his amazing talent and wondered how he did it. If Robert had his way, they would never find out, and neither would anybody else. Everybody there was aware of the existence of what are sometimes called "date rape drugs" but they usually left their victims incapacitated and the women with him always appeared to be in full control of their faculties.
After taking off his tie and hanging it on the outside doorknob, Robert faced the smiling young woman. "Take off your shoes and sox," he told her and, when that had been done, he ordered her to remove her blouse, always being sure to tell her that was what she wanted to do.
With no hesitation, Michelle unbuttoned the front and shrugged the garment off her shoulders, leaving her still clad in a bra. Robert's next command was to remove it. She reached up behind her back and unhooked the straps, pulled it free and placed it and her blouse on the foot of the bed.
Robert gazed hungrily at the big, succulent breasts which were more enticing after having been exposed than they had been while covered. They were white and creamy and either of them was topped by a large pink nipple He reached out to fondle them and found them to be soft and supple and a fabulous pair of handfuls. When he told Michelle to come closer, she obeyed and he licked the cute nubbins, switching back and forth between them.
