It was the day after and Hillary Weir was still wondering what had come over her. Why had she let William fuck her?
Yet, each time she asked herself that, she never came up with a good answer to that question. All she knew was that she had done it but she didn't know why.
The answer to that question was the experimental drug that William had slipped into her drink. When the drug had a hold of her, it compelled her to do whatever anyone told her to do, but that drug had long since dissipated, and so all Hillary could do was sit there and wonder why she had done what she had done the night before.
The phone rang and Hillary went to answer it. It was William. "Hey," he asked, "how's it going?"
"Not bad," Hillary answered noncommittally. She was still wondering why she had fucked this guy.
"I was just calling to see how you were doing after ... you know ... after last night."
"Yeah," the woman murmured. "After last night. You know, I don't know what happened to me."
"I know what you mean," the man said. "It just kind of happened, didn't it?"
"Yeah, I guess."
"Look," said William, "I was wondering if we could go out on another date."
"I don't know," Hillary replied.
"Come on," the man told her. "I've still got something to give you, something I wasn't able to give you last night because ... you know why."
Hillary's ears perked up at that. A gift? She was always up for a gift, and besides, this would be her chance to assert herself. This would be her chance to show William that she was in control. "What'd you have in mind," she asked.
"How about a picnic lunch," the man suggested.
That was different, but yeah, she thought, she could do that.
"Great," he told her. "I'll even make the lunch."
Hillary was smiling as she hung up the phone. That was more like it, she thought. He was doing things for her. That was the way it was supposed to be.
William was smiling too as he hung up the phone. He picked up a bottle of water and he unscrewed the top, and then he dropped one of the pills inside. He gave the bottle a little shake as he watched the pill dissolve. That was easier than he'd thought it would be.
Hillary was feeling much better about herself as the two of them strolled around the park. William hadn't even mentioned the events of the night before, not even once, and Hillary took that as a good sign. She didn't want him to think that what had happened before would ever happen again. It was a one-time thing and it would not be repeated. She was going to make sure of that.
The two of them found a nice place to sit and William laid out a blanket for them to sit on. He opened the basket and took out the various foods he had brought and finally, he brought out a coke for himself and a bottle of water for his date.
This was more like it, Hillary thought as she twisted the top off the bottle of water. William was being a perfect gentleman, just as she expected him to be, and no one said anything about sex. She took a swig from the bottle of water. This was the way it was supposed to be.
"This is very nice," she said. "I'm glad you suggested it."
"Thanks," the man said even as he brought more food out of the picnic basket.
She could be magnanimous, she figured. After all, he'd done it just right so a compliment was in order. Just one, and that was it. There was no need to give him more than he deserved, but just enough to keep him under her control.
"But you also said there was a gift," the woman hinted. "What is it?"
William smiled. "Don't you worry. You'll get what's coming to you soon enough, but let's eat first."
Hillary pouted as she dug into her cole slaw. That answer didn't sit at all well with her, but it would have to do for now. Still, she knew she was going to get something and that was all she needed to know, and besides, the food was quite good.
The two of them lingered over lunch but still, it was over soon enough. Hillary finished the last of her water. "So," she said, "I want to know what you have for me. What is it?"
William downed the rest of his coke. "You really want to know," he asked and Hillary nodded eagerly. "Well all right then, first things first. I want you to show me your tits. Show me your tits. Show me your tits and let me see you play with them, too."
The drug that Hillary had ingested had a firm hold on her mind. Without even thinking about what she was doing, she brought her hands up to her halter top and then her hands were caressing her breasts, and then moments later, she was easing her tits out of the top.
Why am I doing this, she wondered even as her hands fondled her tits and even as she held them out on display.
William licked his lips as he watched the helpless girl fondle her tits. He liked what he was seeing.
Hillary was mortified. They were right out in the open. There were children around. They might see her and yet she found it impossible to resist the urge to fondle her tits. Her fingers played with her nipples. She squeezed her nipples and then she pulled on them, only to let them go again.
Even though he knew why she was doing it, William still couldn't believe that Hillary was doing what he had told her to do, but he wanted more. "Keep fondling your tits," he told the girl, "and at the same time, I want to see you stick a hand down in your shorts and I want to see you rub your pussy."
Hillary moaned even as one of her hands continued to fondle her tits but now there was an itch between her legs, an itch that just needed to be scratched. She didn't want to scratch that itch but she knew she had to. She was sliding a hand down and then she was unbuttoning her shorts. She slid her hand inside her shorts and then inside her panties and then she pushed it lower still until her hand was between her legs and then she moaned with satisfaction as that hand scratched the itch between her legs.
She didn't want to rub her pussy but she knew she had to. She knew she had to rub her pussy.
He might have felt sorry for her, William thought, if Hillary hadn't been such a bitch. As it was, all he really wanted was to make her show him even more. "You can stop playing with your tits for now," he told the girl, "because right now, I want to see your cunt. Show me your cunt."
Hillary's hands opened her shorts even more and then she was lifting her butt up and she was sliding her shorts past her hips. Moments later, she was doing the same thing as she pushed her panties past her hips and then she was sitting on the blanket and spreading her legs. Her fingers pawed her pussy and then she spread her lips as she showed William the pinkness within.
She couldn't help herself. She just kept playing with herself even as she pushed her legs even wider.
"Tell me you want me to fuck you," William told her.
