goodfellow | At Zero

At Zero

There were a number of clubs in the city that knew Rob Fellows as a frequent flier. Zero was one of them, and even though he hadn't been there in some time, he could tell that the bouncer recognized him. Just because he was in a good mood, Robin slipped him a twenty despite having already gotten inside. He tipped his hat and slid toward the bar, where he picked out a seat on the end and began to scope out the people around him.

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"Well, if that's where your priorities lie," Danielle said with a shrug, pulling her hand back and turning to survey the room as if looking for someone else to hit on instead.

"Or," Robin said helpfully, "you could wait ninety seconds for me to finish my drink, and spend that time deciding what it is that you'd like me to do to you."

Danielle looked back, eyebrow arched, and let her lips spread into a slow smile of anticipation. "I think I can handle that," she replied, turning back to Robin and finishing her own drink quickly.

Robin watched her as he drank, not downing it, but taking his time. When he was done, he stood. "Now," he said softly, "you lead the way, and tell me what you were thinking about."

Danielle stood and turned toward the door. "What, and spoil the surprise?" she said over her shoulder, flashing a grin before she started walking away, hips swaying enticingly.

Robin pulled his wallet out and paid the bartender quick as a flash before following after her, sliding a hand onto the small of her back as he did so.

Danielle smiled at him and shifted closer, then pursed her lips as if a thought had just occurred to her. "Have you ever been in the back room here?" she asked, fitting her body against his.

"Of course," Robin answered, turning his head so that his lips were close to her ear. "I didn't realize I was in the company of a VIP."

"My assets get me into a lot of places," Danielle replied coyly, heading toward the door to the back room and letting her hand move down to Robin's ass, caressing.

Robin groaned a little despite himself. God he was going to do dirty, dirty things to her.

She led him into the back room with nothing more than a nod from the burly man guarding the entrance, dragging him over to a vacant black leather bench once they were inside and pressing against him invitingly before sinking onto the bench.

She looked like a stripper. He wondered if she'd been one.

He sank down next to her. "So what did you decide?" he murmured, and kissed her neck.

"I decided this would be even more fun with some X, to start," Danielle replied, tilting her head for his mouth as she dug into her purse and popped a pill into her mouth. "Care to join me?"

"All right," said Robin, and opened his mouth, sticking out his tongue a little."

Danielle carefully plucked another pill from her purse and dropped it onto his tongue, then moved her mouth to his neck to return the kisses he'd been giving her, setting her purse aside as she moved to straddle him, sucking and licking his his skin with a little sigh.

Robin let the pill dissolve, and wrapped his arms around her waist, sliding hands down to her ass. At least that seemed entirely real.

It would take a few minutes for the drug to kick in, so she would have to keep him occupied in the meantime. She started unbuttoning his shirt with a moan, her mouth following the trail of increasingly bare skin, teeth scraping over his chest as she ground against his lap.

Oh yeah, Robin was starting to see the value in forgoing the rest of the club experience. Particularly if she kept working her way down.

He decided to save her some work, and unfastened his pants.

Since her face was buried against his chest, Danielle allowed herself to roll her eyes at the obvious gesture. Hopefully the pill would make that task unnecessary.

She stalled by sliding her hand into Robin's open pants, looking up as she wrapped her fingers around him. "Oooh, a big boy," she purred, stroking slowly.

Robin grinned at her. "Too kind of you to notice."

"It's kinda hard to miss," Danielle replied with a smirk, returning her mouth to his chest, continuing to work lower, but slower now.

Robin smiled back at her, another lewd comeback on the tip of his tongue...

But just before she hit her mark, he started to feel a little strange. Lightheaded.

And recognized the feeling immediately.

"Oh, you bitch."

And then the world went black.

Danielle raised her head and smiled a satisfied smile. Then she stood up and reached into her purse, pulling out a radio. "It's done," she said into it, and immediately 4 men in suits entered the back room, ignoring everyone but the unconscious puck. They dragged him out of the club, Danielle following behind with a smug look. She was delivering this one personally.

Robin woke some time later, having no idea how much time had passed.

He was tied to a bed.

To be fair, it was a very nice bed. In a very nice room. And except for being groggy from the drugs, Robin was quite comfortable.

"I am officially registering a complaint with this club's management," he called out.

There was no immediate response to his words, but it was only a minute before the click of high heels approached a door behind his head. It opened and the clicks fell silent as Lara stepped onto the plush carpet of the room. "We meet again," she murmured, looking amused and pleased as she moved into Robin's range of vision.

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