As I was pumping my erection furiously, possessed of nothing but my own need, I heard a tapping sound. At first, I ignored it, but it became more insistent, a knocking at the door. I groaned, and quickly searched around the room, eyes lighting on the robe that came with the room, as I pulled it on quickly. I glanced down, realizing that my hard member was still standing at attention, and forming a sizable tent on the front of my robe. As the knocking resumed, I pulled open the door a few inches, using it to shield and cover my now-obnoxious erection. Mariah stood on the other side of the door, clad in a robe as well. “Hi Marcus,” she quickly gushed, “I’m sorry to bother you, but my toilet is having some weird problem and the maintenance guys are over there trying to fix it. It’s like, backing up or something strange. And I really, really have to pee. Do you mind if I use yours? I don’t want to run down to the lobby like this.”
I groaned inside, but not knowing any way to say she couldn’t come in because I was in the middle of jerking it, I just nodded and indicated the bathroom. “Thanks!” she blurted, rushing for the door and shutting it behind her. I stood there for a second, awkwardly not knowing what to do, finally rushing over to the bed, sitting down, and throwing a pillow over my lap as I crossed my legs. Still, my penis showed no signs of flagging—what was wrong with me? I focused on the TV for distraction, and was flipping through channels when she came out.
“Thank you,” she said, as she came near the bed and smiled at me. “My eyeballs were floating there.”
“Glad I could help,” I smiled back. I was incredibly nervous, uncomfortable, and just wanted her to leave.
“Feeling any better?”
“Eh, a bit. I think I’m just going to lie down and rest, call it an early night.”
“Yeah, I think I’m feeling a bit the same as you.”
“I’m sorry.”
“I’m not, I haven’t felt this horny in ages.” Wait, what? I did a double take and stared at her. “You’re hard right now, aren’t you?”
“Wha…” I managed to get out, confused.
“You’re hard. You’re sitting like that because you have a huge boner, and you were probably jerking off before I came in here.”
“How…wait, how…” I spat out as my head span.
“I have a really horrible confession to make,” she responded, lowering her gaze a bit. “And you might be a little bit mad at me. But the truth is, I slipped something in your drink. Well, both of us, really, because the only way to do it inconspicuously was to put it in the shaker and both our shots.”
My head began to swim. “What are you talking about…”
“A little mixture,” she interrupted. “Viagra for stamina and drive, and some MDMA to get you nice and horny,” she purred, stepping forward, and pushing her robe open to expose her sexy pale cleavage.
“You drugged me?!”
“That’s what I just said, silly,” she replied with a knowing smirk, as she closed the distance between us and laid her hand on my arm in a way that was both innocent and incredibly sexy. I felt a shiver, and tried to suppress it, but the expression on her face showed she had picked up on it.