I watched the woman smile as she held onto the man, clearly out of it and unable to do anything. He groaned as she giggled, helping him into the elevator. "Don't worry, Mr Quinn. I'll bring you to your hotel room so that you can relax." Just as the elevator door went to shut, I stuck out my hand and stopped the doors, making them open up again.
"Hi there. May I ask what you're doing with my boyfriend?" Her face turned pale as she saw me overpower her in size and beauty. Her bottom lip trembled. "I-I think that you have the wrong guy-" "Wrong guy? How funny, do you think I don't know my own boyfriend? Now, let go before I call the cops." At that moment, she became as white as a blank sheet and rushed out of the elevator, dropping the man to the floor.
Honestly, poor guy! I feel bad for the dude. Getting drugged like that? I walked over and picked him up and started to search his person until I found a key card for a Room 308. That's a room on the 5th floor! They are five times more expensive than the other rooms in the hotel because of their amazing view and their outdoor swimming pool.
Sorry if I sound like an advertising catalogue but I had to research this place before throwing a party here. The cost of rooms did come up, obviously. Well, I got involved now. The least I can do is bring this guy to his room and help him avoid any other trouble.
This guy is handsome and rich by the looks of things. Absolutely nothing like the other guy though, he wears such a superiority to him. It's clear that he's a top. How unfortunate again...
I flashed his card over his door and helped him inside before closing the door. I couldn't believe the state of the room, it was worse than the aftermath of a drinking party. I hoisted him into bed, sighing at how I could finally go home. Gosh, why is it so hard to find my ideal man?
"Hff, hff, hff..." His breath was ragged and his cheeks seemed flushed. His eyes slowly opened and eventually focused on me. When they did, I saw his cheeks flush even more. The coldness that I thought I had seen suddenly disappeared, and was replaced with eyes full of shyness.
"W-Who are you?" He spoke so softly and concerned, my heart throbbed. "A-And how did you get into my room?" Shy, timid, unsure... traits of a bottom!! I need to make sure though... but perhaps I've finally found him!
"My name is Victoria... you were drugged, you poor thing." He blushed, looking around. His breath remained breathless while his hands struggled to even move. He simply looked at me, blushing. "I'm... I'm August..." August... a month in the colourful season of autumn...
I smiled to him. "It suits you well." He nodded, gulping. "Your name too. I mean, your name suits you too." He blushed, suddenly embarrassed about his mess-up. How adorable... I want him.
I turned and looked at his suit pants, and how tense they were. As if they were hiding something. He wasn't just drugged with a sedative... he was drugged with an aphrodisiac. Perhaps someone finally heard my wish and gave me a man who is just my type. Either way... perhaps this is the night that I lose myself in the pleasures of sex.