"Where are the washrooms first? I need to pee before I can continue drinking.." she smiled as her complexion flushed, not only was she feeling like peeing, she had begun feeling hot and blazing like she was inside a furnace.
"Miss, you need to take an elevator to the fifth floor, I think that's where well-maintained washrooms are." He directed her honestly as the second floor and the first floor weren't safe territories for an unaccompanied girl like her.
"Thank you Mr." She kissed her palm and blew a kiss at him before hopping off the tall chair, the alcohol was kicking in, and she swayed as she moved towards the elevator dancing to the booming music.
Standing in front of the elevator, it opened up and she got inside, there was no one inside, she pressed the close keypad and it closed before taking her upwards.
She leaned on the mirrored wall as she was feeling lightheaded, she was feeling dizzier, and excited, and her vision was getting murky.
The elevator rode to the tenth floor and opened up because someone had pressed it there, she hadn't pressed where to alight but the door opened.
"Ding.." the sound of the elevator sounded and she alighted thinking it was the fifth floor she had arrived.
"Miss you are on the wrong floor!" There were guards positioned on that floor as it was private, they stretched their arms out to stop her.
"Oohhh, but he said I need to take a lift to the fifth floor and I will find the washrooms!" She mumbled as she pursed her lips irritated but to them, she looked cute.
"But this isn't the 5th floor.." The guards gazed at her curiously, they had thought it was some cheap slutty women who were acting lost to hook up with the Young Masters who used that floor.
But this young lady here just looked naive and thought if they sent her down, she might end up in the wrong washrooms and anything can take place.
"Ohhh I just want to pee before I can continue drinking." She swayed while she opened her eyes wide to look around but it was all blurry.
"All right, follow this hallway down to the further end, you will see the washrooms." They decided to let her as she could accidentally pee on herself.
"Thank you, officers, you are all handsome and cute." She sweetly giggled while making a move.
She stumbled along the hallway as she swayed, her vision was blurry so she stretched out her hands searching for any door leading to the washroom.
Having slid her hand through the wall along the entire hallway, she finally touched a door, "Hehehe, here you are.." she turned the doorknob and walked inside in a rush before she fought through dizziness and opened her eyes widely.
She could see a different door, she moved towards it, and finally, she could relieve herself in a bathroom.
She had just relieved herself and stood up and wore her pants when she was pulled across and suddenly pinned against the wall, she couldn't think much with so much testosterone wafting across her nose.
The drinks were always laced with different kinds of drugs they commonly tried on anyone fresh to this stuff, from the moment she walked in, she had already been targeted.
The smell of testosterone activated the drugs and she began sweating profusely, the man who had pinned her was also struggling to get over and think rationally but once a woman got closer he couldn't control himself anymore.
He tried to fight it but he couldn't, "I'm sorry Miss.. I will be held accountable.." he had no way out of this.
Two drugged individuals turned wild for the night, it began raining and hailed heavy thunderstorms that early morning but the battle inside the bedroom hadn't ceased and the temperatures had risen from all the activities.
The man finally regained some rationality after satisfying his desires, not only had he satisfied himself, but he wanted to go on and on, the woman's scent was stimulating, he wasn't repulsed by her nor did he feel any aversion, and he felt like she was a fresh air that he craved to breathe in.
He stood up as he felt a little dizzy and mild headaches shot in, he strolled to the window and tugged the curtains moving them apart and freeing them.
He was still naked, he turned around and strode back into the washroom. He stood in front of the mirror and gazed at his chest and back that was covered with scratches, he really want hard on her and couldn't control himself.
He opened the shower and stood below the shower head and showered before wearing a white bathrobe.
He settled down on the bed and carefully studied the girl's palm-sized face, even though he was drugged last night, he could still tell that it was her first time, and the tighter she was the more he wanted to go on ravaging her.
He glanced at the watch and saw that it was almost noon, he glanced at the dirty bedsheets that were wrinkled and spotted the blood stains, no matter how much she begged last night, he had gone hard on her, but it was her drugs that demanded and he couldn't do anything.