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The good news was that Kara’s migraine was subsiding. The bad news was that the she was starting to suspect the ‘high strength pain killer’ her friend Heidi had given her wasn’t aspirin. She sipped at the nice cool bottle of water. Her body tingled oddly and she felt increasingly frisky. Not to mention thirsty. She took another, longer drink of water. Normally, the nerdy DJ was fairly reserved. She wasn’t prone to snagging random guys and dragging them into her DJ booth. Which is exactly what she’d done about thirty seconds earlier.
Damn you, Heidi, Kara thought. The next time I see you, I’m gonna kick you in the shin.
She turned back to the lanky young man she’d snagged and offered him a nervous smile. “My name’s Kara, by the way. Sorry, I’m shitty at the whole introduction thing.”
The young man smiled at her. “That’s cool. I’m Collin.”
Kara nodded and turned back to her gear. “So yea, this is where I spin the records,” she said. “Which I should probably start doing. My break’s about up.”
“Nice,” Collin nodded, looking over the turntables. The woman had approached him at the bar. She seemed to be on something. Even so, he hadn’t resisted when she asked him if he wanted to see where she did her thing. The Howling Wolf was doing wonders for Collin’s sex life, although his freshly minted relationship with Caitlin was suffering. Not that he was the only one to blame for that. “Do you want me to leave?”
“No,” Kara answered quickly. She burned with desire. Whatever Heidi had given her, it was damn strong. She’d tried X once back in high school. That had felt like this, only nowhere near as strong. She’d either gotten a weak dose back then or an extra strong dose now. Knowing Heidi, she suspected the latter. She took another chug of water and turned to her gear. “Just let me start some music playing.” She did just that. Luckily, the system was mostly automated. She had to keep track of it, but it wouldn’t require her full attention.
Which gave Kara plenty of freedom to spin back around and pull the young man against her. She leaned up and kissed his lips feverishly. He didn’t pull away and she was glad for that. When his arms slipped around her and grabbed her ass, she moaned into his mouth. She forced her hand down the front of his pants to grip his hardening cock.
Collin gasped as Kara’s hand went down his pants. I don’t know what they’re putting in the drinks at this place, he thought. But whatever it is, I approve. His eyes glanced past her at the crowded dance floor. No one seemed to notice their naughty behavior. Yet.
Kara broke the kiss and pushed herself back from Collin. Her hand slipped out of his pants. “Look,” she said, her breath heavy. “I’m not usually like this. My stupid friend gave me something for my headache and it’s got me all frisky.”
Collin felt a pang of disappointment. “Should I go? I don’t want to take advantage of you if you’re drugged up. You seem cool; I wouldn’t want you to hate me in the morning.”
Kara blushed. “You’re sweet.” She tried to consider the situation, to force her mind to think rationally. The drug made it hard. She was left with a very simple choice. Give in to the drug and her desires, or push them aside and try to ride out the high on her own. Maybe it was because she normally remained so reserved and shied away from overly promiscuous behavior that it felt so much more tempting to give in. Finally, Kara shook her head. “No, stay. I never do this type of thing. Maybe I should see what it’s like.”
The mix of music was nearing an end. Kara spun around and blended it into the next mix. She adjusted the volume and bass levels. Looking over her shoulder to Collin, she motioned for him to approach her. He did. “I have to keep an eye on this,” she told him. She unfastened her pants and pushed them down, hooking her thumbs into her panties and lowering them halfway down her thighs. “Take me.”
Collin watched as Kara disrobed from the waist down. He stared at her perky buttocks, wondering if he’d slipped and hit his head and wound up in some weird dream world. It took a few moments for his brain to process her words. When he did, he was certain this was some kind of dream world. If it is, I’m so gonna stay here forever, he thought as he undid his pants. He opened them and pulled his hard dick free. He stepped closer to her, placing his hands on her hips. “You’re sure about this?”
Collin’s sweetness was becoming an irritant. I wonder if Heidi has this much trouble getting laid, she thought. “Yes, dammit,” Kara hissed. Her body burned with desire. Drug or no drug, she wanted to get fucked. “C’mon, man, don’t leave a girl’s ass hanging in the wind here.”
At the mention of her ass, Collin’s eyes looked back down at it. It was a nice ass. With the baggy pants she wore, he hadn’t been able to tell how nice it was until now. He reached a hand out and cupped one of Kara’s cheeks. The flesh was soft and warm. He squeezed and Kara moaned. Collin’s dick throbbed. He pushed aside the moral quandary of whether or not he was taking advantage of her while she was in a compromised state and moved closer to her.
Kara leaned forward over her DJ gear and parted her legs. She moaned softly as her young lover pushed inside her. As he filled her, Kara struggled to keep from screaming out her pleasure. It was as if she could feel every one of her nerve endings individually and they were all very happy. She planted her hands on her DJ table, careful not to hit any of the dials or levers, and pushed back against Collin, impaling herself fully on his hard member.
Collin took hold of Kara’s slender hips and bucked against her. Now that they were fucking, he found it hard to imagine why he ever tried to resist. She felt amazing, wrapped tightly around his cock. Out on the dance floor, the clubbers gyrated their bodies, unaware that the young woman cranking out their jams was currently getting drilled from behind. Collin got a thrill from the very public display of sex. He drove into Kara faster.
Keeping her moans to an acceptable volume was becoming difficult for Kara. She’d already whimpered her way through one climax and a second one was fast approaching. She tugged up the bottom of her shirt and reached behind herself to grab one of Collin’s hands. She pulled his hand around to her chest, placing it over her breast. He may have been hesitant at first, but now Collin was fully committed. He hooked his fingers into the cup of her bra and tugged it down, letting her tit spill free.
Collin pinched at Kara’s nipple, squeezing her breast. He leaned forward over her, kissing along her sweaty neck. He nipped playfully at her skin as he pumped into her body. Her hot cunt squeezed him tightly. Her vaginal muscles clenched and released as another orgasm worked its way through her body. This time, Kara’s moans were a bit louder. Collin’s eyes went to the dance floor again, still not seeing anyone noticing them. He kept going, but he could feel his own orgasm on its way.
Engrossed in the pleasure and wanting more of it, Kara abandoned her control of the DJ gear entirely. She dropped a hand down between her legs and rubbed her clit. Her eyes shot wide as her fingers brushed against the tiny nub. Her body shuddered through another orgasm. She no longer felt annoyed at Heidi for giving her the drug. In fact, she was fairly certain she was deeply in love with whatever the hell it was. Bizarre visions of finding and marrying the drug before retiring with it to Fiji to open up a chain of hot dog stands fluttered through her mind.
“I’m gonna cum,” Collin whispered in her ear, the strain clear in his voice.
“Do it,” Kara groaned back, priming her hand over her clit. She wanted to time it perfectly. As soon as she felt the first warm glob of his jizz shoot into her, she stroked her clit hard. Kara’s eyes rolled back as she screamed out her fourth and final orgasm of the evening. When the pleasure faded, Kara realized the sound of her and Collin’s heavy panting was extremely loud. She blinked sweat out of her eyes and focused on the DJ gear in front of her.
The last song had ended. The speakers were silent. As were the stunned patrons of the Howling Wolf.
“Ah, shit…”
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