Scotch wasn’t the only thing Randy had imbibed. As she drew closer, his dilated pupils looked like they were ready to swallow her whole. He gestured to a black marble shelf behind him, a small silver platter lay atop it.

“If you didn’t get enough in the bathroom, there’s plenty here.”

Even in the dim light, she could see the four lines of white powder on the dish, an outline of where a fifth line had been moments before. A small heap of different colored pills was piled beside the lines.

She considered taking him up on the offer, wondering if it would make what was about to happen easier, but her stomach burned with fury and betrayal. That was the only fuel she needed. “Thanks, I got plenty,” she lied. As nervous as she was about having sex, she didn’t want her first time to be fogged by drugs. She would just have to live with the consequences of her decisions.

The crystal tumbler clinked onto the shelf, and Randy approached, taking her into his arms. The silk robe did very little to hide his arousal. The flavor of smoky alcohol slipped into her mouth along with his tongue. Hands slid down her back and cupped her ass, squeezing hard enough she almost cried out. Instead, she bit his lip hard enough his moan of pleasure turned into a squeal of discomfort.

“Slow down, baby.” His hand swiped across his lip, checking for blood. It was a short respite though, and soon, his tongue was back in her mouth. Before she knew it, her shirt was over her head, and he was fumbling at her bra.

Ash buried her doubts and tossed all her worries out the window. Swallowing her gorge, she unclasped her bra and let it slide off her arms. It wasn’t the first time he’d gotten her bra off, but she appreciated his expression when he saw her tits. She slipped her hand into his robe and ran her fingers along his abs. Randy’s muscles were hard and defined, even more so than S—No! Nope, I’m not thinking about him right now.

Shunting all other thoughts into a dark corner of her mind, she let her hands show her appreciation of Randy’s body. Her lips kissed his chest and neck while she tugged at the knot holding his robe closed. It fell open, revealing the extent of his arousal.

Randy growled deep in his throat and squeezed her ass again before running his hands down her legs and then sliding them up her skirt. His fingertips hooked over her panties and pulled them down her legs.

She shivered, and not because of the air. They were stepping into unfamiliar territory. They’d done oral, but only a few times and always in the dark. The living room, though dimly lit, was like being in a spotlight. She could see everything. His predatory grin, the sweat on his upper lip, even the small bead of pre-come glistening at the tip of his dick.

Still under her skirt, his hands reached around and grabbed her ass again. It was a good thing her eyes were closed because she couldn’t stop her eyes from rolling. He needs to get new material.

Luckily, he didn’t squeeze as hard as before. He pressed his erection against her, the fabric of her skirt the only thing separating them. A soft moan escaped his lips, and he slipped a hand between her legs and up her thigh. His fingers were like a skittering spider, and her flesh rippled with revulsion.

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She broke off the kiss and pushed his hand away. “Stop.”

“What the fuck is wrong now? Why are you being such a tease?” A thundercloud brewed on his face.

“I’m not being a tease, it’s just…”

Throwing his hands up, he stormed away from her. The decanter clinked under his angry grip, and he took a long swig, gasping and wiping his mouth. “This is fucking ridiculous! You said you were ready. I left a sure thing in Atlantic City, and for what? To get cockblocked by my own girlfriend? Who do you think you are? I’m not a puppy you can lead around by its nose. You think you can dangle some tasty treat in front of me and then snatch it away?”

She crossed her arms around her naked chest. “You’re being an asshole.”

His eyes blazed, and he stalked toward her. She’d never seen Randy angry before, and she backed away, stumbling to a stop when her legs bumped into the settee.

“You’re such. A fucking. Tease.” He was up against her now, so close she could smell the liquor on his breath. She leaned back as far as she could, struggling not to tip over, but he snaked a hand around her waist to hold them pressed together.

“Let go of me.” She pushed against him, but he didn’t budge. She expected a cheesy pickup line. Or even a barbed comment about how lucky she was to be dating him, how lucky that he deigned to date outside of the cheer squad, below his station. She expected him to grind himself into her or grab her ass again, some lame attempt at salvaging the arousal they’d clearly lost.

His hand came up to her face like he was going to caress her. She should have turned away, but she didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of seeing her scared.

“What are you d—”

His fingers touched her lips, and she closed her mouth, cutting off the words. A sharp fingernail scratched against her top lip as Randy forced something small and hard into her mouth. Hot, salty blood coated her lips, and she tried to open her mouth to spit whatever it was out, but his hands clamped hard around her face, keeping her mouth shut tight. Whatever it was dissolved in a flash. She jerked her body and slammed her fists against him, but he was too strong and she didn't have enough leverage. He held her for a few moments longer then released her.

Ash sucked on her teeth and spat, not caring that she was making a mess on the fancy rug. She wiped her tongue on one of the throw pillows; it was rough, dusty, and tasted like ass.

“What was that? What did you give me?”

“Relax,” he drawled, taking another swig from the decanter. “You’ll be fine. You can thank me later.”

She rushed across the room and pushed him. The decanter slipped out of his hand and shattered on the floor, liquor spraying in all directions.

“You expect me to thank you for date raping me? You fucking bastard!” She pushed again, and he staggered, hopping awkwardly to avoid the broken glass. After regaining his balance, he laughed, causing her blood to boil with renewed fury.

“I don’t need to rape you. When that kicks in, I’ll have to fight you off.”

Her stomach roiled and churned, and she wasn’t sure if it was the drugs or disgust. Looking at his smug, satisfied face, she couldn’t believe she ever found him handsome.

All the assemblies and presentations she was forced to sit through said inducing vomiting wasn’t the answer, but she didn’t know what else to do. Her eyes strafed around the room, looking for something, anything that could help her. She patted her skirt. Where was her phone? Still in the bathroom? With no other options, she slid her finger to the back of her throat, intent on getting whatever it was out of her stomach.

But then… she forgot what she was doing.

The warm, wet sensation of her tongue slipping over her finger was…wonderful. Intoxicating. The thick rug tickled her feet, and a fit of giggles bubbled out of her. The pleats of her skirt caressed her ass as she shifted. The breeze of the forced air stroked her bare breasts. She moaned as the finger in her mouth caressed her tongue.

She didn’t notice the smile spreading across Randy’s face. At that point, even if she did, she wouldn't have cared.