Reggy couldn't believe he was doing this. His hands shook as he sat at the bar, tending two drinks while his companion went to use the washroom. It would take only a short while for the drug he had slipped into her drink to start working. An hour from now, they would be back at his place, and she would be his.
Reggy had always had a thing for Tammy, ever since he had met her that first day at work. She was young and bright and sexy, and they hit it off from the start, soon becoming fast friends. The only downfall to their future relationship was her boyfriend, a man who had decided long ago that working out of town was more important than staying home with her. As the months wore on, their friendship turned to flirting, and flirting to sexual attraction. One day at lunch she confessed to him her loneliness and horniness and that she needed an affair, a part time man while hers was away. Reggy wasted no time, only half jokingly, in volunteering himself for the job. Although an attractive man, her reply was a coy, "only if you drugged me."
He thought little of it at the time, until she pursued the idea of an affair more and more, always staving off his advances with "only if you drugged me." Then she began to talk about various drugs and their affects, different dangers, and finally, where one could buy them on the street. Reggy still believed she was only teasing, but decided to see if she really knew what she was talking about or making stuff up. He soon discovered that she did know what she was talking about, and also how ridiculously easy it was to purchase rape drugs on the street.
It took him days to work up the courage to tell her that he discovered that veterinarian tranquilizers were easily obtainable, and that he had bought some for kicks. With a deep sigh and quiet voice, she asked him to join her at the bar that very night.
He watched her walk back towards him through the crowd. She was a beauty, and not just in his eyes. She was thin, sleek and sexy. She had just enough curves in all the right places to give her a lithe, feminine figure; thin but not boyish. Her face was pretty, sparsely dotted with light freckles. He had tried to count them one day when she didn't know he was staring at her. She used only light make-up, eyeliner and faint lip-gloss. Her hair, shoulder length and chestnut brown, bounced with the remnants of the day's curls. Her brown eyes twinkled at him as she smiled shyly. They both knew why she had really gone to the washroom, and what he had done during those precious, private moments. Raising her glass to him, she downed it in one pull.
They chatted idly for some time before she began to blink her eyes, glazed and blurred, at him. "I'm not feeling too well, Reggy," she said softly. "Maybe you should drive me home."
Reggy swallowed hard and moistened his mouth with a sip of his drink before nodding. "Alright."
Neither of them spoke as he helped her stagger to the car. Making certain she was secured in the passenger seat, he almost leaped over the hood to get to the driver's side. With shaking hands, he looked over at her and started the car. She was fading in and out of consciousness, her head rolling back and forth in slight jerks. His eyes lingered on the soft swell of her breasts through her tight shirt before shifting into drive and pulling out onto the street.
He sped through the night, weaving through traffic in an attempt to get to his apartment as quickly as possible. His cock twitched and hardened with vague thoughts of what was to come. He screeched to a stop in front of his building. He had to practically carry her up the stairs to his second story apartment. She was light and firm, resting in arms as if she had always belonged there. The smell of her perfume and the scent of her hair and it brushed passed his face time and again was almost overwhelming.
