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Finish what?
The chair was suddenly spun to the side, throwing my vision off and setting a wave of dizziness through my head. I felt my hair being gathered by quick hands and draped into something while my face was being wiped down with what felt like some kind of wet wipe. I could hear the sound of water rushing behind me before my scalp was immediately met with blissfully warm water. They must be washing my hair.
The wipe that had now finished cleaning my face moved down to my neck and then to my chest, to up along my arms. As the person behind me washed and conditioned my hair, the person with another fresh wipe continued to wipe down my entire body, pulling off my black sheet of a dress to essentially wipe bath me clean.
When my hair was done, the chair was pushed back up in position while my head continued to roll back against the headrest. I could hear the unmistakable sound of a blow dryer, which was confirmed when I felt my hair being slowly brushed under the hot air waves. The other person finished wiping down the rest of my body, cleaning my legs and feet before she started rubbing something that felt like lotion all over my skin.
As my hair was being blow-dried and styled, another person appeared in front of my face and began to apply what I assumed was makeup onto my eyes and face. She didn’t seem to have any time struggling with me since my eyes were barely open enough for her to do anything with my bottom eyelid. Once my makeup felt finished, my chin was suddenly pressed down to allow for my mouth to open. That was when something minty was sprayed into my mouth.
I was quickly reminded of my stomach’s protest of the drugged food, grateful it had chosen that moment to eject it from my body. Even with how little I had been able to consume, the drug was still powerful enough to knock me on my ass for this long. I couldn’t imagine how much worse it would have been had I actually finished my entire bowl and kept it down.
When it seemed everyone was finished with my hair and makeup, a surprised groan escaped my lips as my dress was quickly removed entirely. My body was then shifted around so they could place me in what felt like the tiniest thong in the universe and some kind of incredibly uncomfortable push-up bra.
“What…the fuck…are you people….doing!?” I shouted the last word, attempting to remobilize myself somehow.
“Shhhhh.” A female voice next to me tried to soothe as they pushed my hair behind my ears. “No harm. Just picture. You fine.”
Just picture? Pictures for what?
“Picture?” I repeated as I attempted a blurred glimpse at her face. But before I got the chance, I was quickly scooped up and thrown over some guard’s meaty shoulder again to be carried off somewhere down another hallway. I could hear him chuckling for some reason.
“Damn, girl, you really do have a nice ass,” the guard said under his breath as his hand grabbed my exposed cheek, tapping it slightly before returning his hand to my thigh.
“Fucker,” I groaned as anger began to flood through my veins.
When the guard stopped in front of a doorway to knock, I felt life start to come back into my arms, giving me the opportunity to reach into his pants, grip the waistband of his boxers, and yank them halfway up his ass. He howled and lurched forward, making me giggle like a drunk in triumph.
“How do you…like it?” I snarked, tugging harder for emphasis.
“Fucking bitch!” he griped as he jerked his shoulders back so that I slid forward and toppled right onto the floor. I could barely stop my face from planting right into the carpet, rolling my body somehow until I was flat on my back. Looking up at him from where I lay on the floor, I laughed, watching as he struggled to pull his boxers from out of his ass.
“Dude, you can’t just drop her like that,” another guard said as he kneeled down to start pulling me up from the floor.
“Drop who?” asked a dark voice that instantly made my stomach shrink.
Ah, fuck.
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Invisible
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Exiting one of the conference rooms, I was about to head to the elevator when I heard one of my guards yelp like a damn dog followed by the sound of a woman giggling. I stopped in my tracks as I heard a slight scuffle followed by more giggling.
Nobodygiggledin my fucking warehouse.
“Dude, you can’t just drop her like that,” said another voice, making me officially turn the corner.
“Drop who?” I asked, even though I already had a strong feeling as to the who.
Greg stepped aside to reveal the small inebriated redhead sprawled across the floor, the color of her hair and pale skin a beautiful contrast to the dark carpeting that I couldn’t help but notice. She’d been dressed in a satin emerald green bustier and matching scrap of a thong. Her hair was now voluminous, shiny, and curled, and as she looked up at me from beneath those dark smoky eyes, I suddenly found myself wanting her to smear that glossy red lipstick she was wearing all over my now incredibly hard cock.
Jesus Christ, this girl’s effect over me was seriously starting to piss me off.
Stepping over her limp body, I looked down at her to reveal my annoyance. Knowing how drugged she was, she still managed to lift a few of her fingers to lazily wave them at me.
“Why did you drop her?” I asked Bruce without taking my eyes off those irritatingly voluptuous lips of hers. I knew if I looked any lower, I might just end up taking her right here on the damn floor.