I heard the knock on my door. I had ordered room service, and it had taken a lot longer than I thought it should have. I was about to start yelling at the attendant, but kept my mouth shut as I noticed how beautiful the room service woman was. She was beautiful, blonde and shapely, and strangely overdressed. Her uniform was very much like the normal hotel uniforms, but it was shimmering. Must be made of satin. That is really odd.
She looked at me over the cart with the bill in her hand. As I reached over to take it, another woman stepped through the door and leveled an enormous pistol at me. She pulled the trigger, and instead of a shot, a huge plume of baby blue smoke ejected from the barrel. She and the room service woman slipped respirators over their faces and moved towards me. The room service woman placed some gadget on the door to the room and I heard the electronic bolt lock into place.
I took a deep breath from surprise with the cloud billowed into the room. I was already getting a strange swirling feeling, and my arms and legs were rubbery. My mind had slowed, I couldn't figure out what to do. Now another huge plume was filling the space between me and them. Still looking at my guests, I fell back into the chair. As my back hit the chair, the flowery vapor wrapped around me. I was breathing it in without resistance. I felt peaceful, warm, and heavy. I was so comfortable and complacent I just wanted more and more of that gas.
Somewhere in the back of my mind I knew I should be worried, but everything was wonderful. I found myself absently rubbing my cock through my pants without a second thought about the women in the room, or any possible danger.
"Mr. Cruz, my name is Rowan," stated the incredible red-head in the shimmery black pants suit, "and we are all going to make each other very, very happy."
She took my hand away from my crotch and started working it herself. My head lolled back into the comfortable chair and I moaned. But then she stopped suddenly. I looked up at her wondering if I had done something to make her stop.
"Put this on." She handed me a full-face respirator. I put it over my head, she leaned my boneless body forward and tightened the strap. Then the other woman handed her a clear tube from off the room service cart. She slowly attached on end to the mask, it seemed like she was exaggerating the process for my benefit. I was worried and intrigued as to what was next. Then she attached the other end of the hose to the barrel of the gas gun.
"You're really going to like it. You won't even know why you thought any other way that what we tell you," she said.
"Heather, help Mr. Cruz enjoy his brainwashing, please."
The room service woman straddled my legs and ground herself onto my cock. She must love this, I could feel her heat through my pants. I was burning with pleasure. She pulled my pants out from underneath me and let them fall to the floor at my ankles. She started grinding again. She wasn't wearing any panties, and she was rubbing her slick sex against my hard cock. With every motion, she was pulling the exquisite fabric of her uniform across my legs my stomach and my balls. She slipped my length inside her. I gasped reflexively as Rowan puffed a tiny cloud into the mask. I watched it swirl and disappear when I breathed.
