Nicole could feel a drop of sweat rolling down from her forehead and down her nose. It irritated her, which given everything else that was happening at the moment, seemed like such a stupid thing to get irritated about. As she shook her head to force the sweat off her nose, she tried to block the world around her by recollecting the events that had led her to her current situation, on her arms and knees in a hotel bed, with a total stranger pounding her from behind.
The day at the resort had started well. Nicole had woken up well rested and looking forward to relaxing by lounging by the pool, reading a book, and drinking her favorite cocktail.
She was going to have more active days the rest of the week, but today her husband had booked a fishing trip which she had no interest in joining, so he had left before sunrise and was not going to be back until dinner time.
In hindsight, Nicole's day had started going in the wrong direction when she had noticed that the bartender making drinks in the poolside bar looked somewhat unwell.
"Are you OK?" Nicole had asked him.
"I'm fine senorita. I just mixed the wrong things last night," the bartender replied.
Not understanding what he meant, Nicole continued talking to him until he finally admitted that he had taken molly and too much tequila.
Nicole should have left it at that, but she had recently read an article that mentioned how molly enhanced your sense of touch, which often led to mind blowing sex.
"Is molly easy to get around here?" Nicole asked the bartender, trying to use a disinterested tone.
"Yes, senorita. One of my buddies gets it for me. Why, would you like to try it?"
Nicole laughed at the bartender's question. She was about to decline his offer when it suddenly dawned on her that this was the first time that someone had ever offered her a drug. Moreover, she had to admit to herself that the article she had read had made her very curious about the effects of the drug.
"Sure," Nicole replied, immediately regretting her answer.
The bartender grabbed his phone and quickly wrote a text. The reply came back after a few seconds. He showed the screen to Nicole, and despite her second thoughts, she told the bartender to confirm she wanted the pills.
Half an hour later, Nicole walked up to the beach stand where you could buy drinks, rent bikes, schedule excursions, etc. Following the instructions of the text, she told the attendant that the bartender had sent her. She handed him the cash she had withdrawn from the hotel ATM, and he gave her a bottle of water along with a small plastic bag containing half a dozen pills. Nicole quickly made her way back to her hotel suite. Once inside her room, she breathed a huge sigh of relief.
After taking a quick shower, Nicole sat down on her bed and studied the pills inside the small plastic bag. She looked at her watch and noticed that it was not even 2 pm. Her husband was not due to come back for another 6 hours at least, which gave her time to try one pill and see what effect it had on her. She grabbed a bottle of water and quickly swallowed a pill before she could change her mind.
Nicole did not feel any different at first, which matched what the bartender had told her to expect, so she grabbed her phone and started scrolling through social media to kill time. After about thirty minutes, she started feeling a mild tingling sensation on her skin. She also felt a rush of energy followed by an acute awareness of her surroundings. She dragged her hands over the bed sheets which felt incredible. She also noticed that her vagina was now incredibly wet, which made her wish that her husband would hurry from his stupid fishing trip.
Enjoying the warm feeling between her legs, Nicole started caressing her own body, first by gently tweaking her nipples, and then slowly dragging her hands down. When her fingers reached her moist slit, she moaned involuntarily. Gradually, she increased the pressure on her engorged clit, rubbing it in a circular pattern. The sensations on her pussy were incredible. She rubbed herself faster and faster, occasionally dipping her fingertips into her vagina. Her breathing accelerated and turned into panting. She was seconds away from experiencing a monstrous orgasm when a loud knock on her door startled her and interrupted her masturbation session.
"Room service," the voice announced. Nicole groaned in disappointment, cursing in her head the person who interrupted her. She quickly put on one of the bathrobes hanging inside the bathroom and walked towards the room door. She did not remember ordering anything, but she opened the door anyway after confirming through the peephole that a hotel employee was waiting on the other side.
"An envelope arrived for you, madam," the hotel maid told Nicole as she handed her a letter-sized manila envelope. Confused, since she was not expecting any correspondence, Nicole thanked the maid and accepted the envelope.
Nicole opened the envelope and studied the contents. She was still under the effects of the pill she had just taken so it took her a few seconds to understand what she was looking at. The photos were crystal clear. They showed the transaction that Nicole had engaged in earlier in the day, leaving no doubt of what had transpired. Along with the photos, there was a post it note with a time and a room number. Nicole glanced at her phone and realized that she only had a few minutes to gather her thoughts if she was going to follow the implied instructions. She dressed quickly, putting on a cropped t-shirt and sweatpants. In her confused state, it did not occur to her to put on panties nor a bra.
Panicking, Nicole briefly contemplated calling her husband, her parents, or one of her friends. She knew she was being blackmailed in some way, but she could not think clearly about her options. Trying to think ahead, she figured that whoever had taken the photos probably just wanted some money so she grabbed her purse and decided to solve the problem on her own as quickly as possible.
The hotel suite she had been instructed to go to looked very similar to her own, Nicole noted. She was now sitting on a sofa in the suite's living room, waiting for the short, overweight, balding man that had opened the door to say something.
"What do you want?" Nicole said in an irritated tone.
"It looks like we have a problem," replied the man. "I'm a detective in the counter-narcotics force and have been trying to disrupt a major drug-trafficking network operating around this hotel. I now have photographic evidence of how the drugs are sold, but you are in it."
