The girls quickly dressed then Brandy and Titania went back for their second victim, Hank.
They nipped in through a side door and Titania pointed out Hank to Brandy. 'Good luck honey.'
Brandy sauntered through the bar getting several whistles and lots of eyes watching as she glided passed.
She got to Hank's table. 'Mind if I sit here stud?' Brandy inquired.
Hank looked up.
It took just one look at Brandy's tight PVC mini skirt, satin basque and over knee boots for him to offer her the seat.
'Not seen you before' grunted Hank.
'I've been in once or twice but it's always full of boys' Brandy purred.
Hank didn't need telling twice. 'So you want a man to service you, well look no further.'
Hank puffed out his chest and flexed his muscles.
'MMMmmmm, you look yummy' cooed Brandy as she squeezed his firm bicep. She moved from her seat and sat on Hanks lap.
He put his arm around her waist and bit into her thigh.
Brandy winced, 'hey slow down John Wayne. I want a slow lover.'
Hank laughed and took a swig of beer. 'OK sweet lips I can do slow, but first I need to powder my fanny.'
Brandy returned to her own seat. 'Be back soon stud' and squeezed his ass as he left.
Once out of sight Brandy searched her bag until she found a small pill pot. Checking she wasn't being watched she popped the lid and a small white pill fell into Hanks beer. Brandy swirled the liquid until the pill had dissolved and she returned the pot back into her bag.
Hank was returning. He swayed and staggered back to his table, clearly already worse for drink. He slumped in the chair.
Brandy snuggled close and whispered in his ear. He nodded eagerly and swilled the rest of his drink.
They got up to leave and by the time they were outside Hank was staggering everywhere.
'WOO HOO, ride em cowboy,' Hank cried out as he staggered from one side of the street to the next.
Gradually Brandy coaxed him into next door.
Once inside Hank sat down on the stairs. 'What, what's dis place' he slurred.
'This is heaven baby' giggled Brandy as she stood him up, took off his shirt and slowly removed the belt from his reeking jeans.
'He he he' giggled Hank as Brandy used the belt to secure his wrists and left him dangling helpless from the staircase.
Brandy slowly eased her skirt from her hips, 'Like what you see baby?'
Hank was dribbling and grunted his approval.
Brandy sat on the couch stroking her thighs waiting for the effects of the drug to wear off.
Slowly Hanks mind became a little more coherent and yanked at his bonds.
'What's this bitch?' he screamed.
Brandy sidled up to him, placed her palms on his shoulders and slowly stroked his torso. She kissed each nipple and probed his navel with her tongue.
Hank moaned and his body writhed at her touch.
Next she unbuttoned his fly taking care to playfully stroke the growing bulge behind each fastening.
Hank thought he was in heaven.
Gently Brandy lowered Hank's jeans and gasped at the inviting bulge beneath his jockey shorts.
Hank kicked the jeans away panting like a beast, 'yer yer baby give me more.'
Brandy kissed Hank hard on the lips forcing her tongue into his mouth and wrestling Hank's tongue into submission.
She look him in the eyes. 'You want more sweetie?'
