Chapter 10

A few inquiries with some of the more unsavory people at Beth's university along with a bit of e-commerce on the Internet yielded a small supply of the drug, rohypnol, in a matter of days. However, before Al and Beth had a chance to plan their strategy, the call that they both had anticipated came from Bob Miller.

Bob issued an order. "Beth, I think we had better continue our conversation from the other afternoon, don't you? Why don't you come over to my house... tonight. Tell your parents that you will be babysitting... late."

That evening Beth found herself trembling all over as she walked the short distance to the Miller's house. She was so nervous that she thought she might have to stop on the way and heave in the shrubbery. Her purse contained the date rape tablets and her brother waited anxiously next door for her call. Since Bob Miller's contact had come before definite plans had been worked out, the two conspirators had decide to 'play it by ear." Now Beth was questioning whether that was a good idea at all.

Bob met Beth at the door. He wore a robe and a big smile only, plus he reeked of aftershave. Beth's heart skipped a beat when she realized that Ann Miller was not present.

"Where is Mrs. Miller?" questioned Beth.

"She is busy with a social engagement. But, she won't mind if we take care of some unfinished business."

As Bob spoke, he busied himself by pushing Beth's hair back from her face. The look on his face made his intentions very clear.

"Mr. Miller... ah... Bob, I'm a little nervous. Could we have a little drink... ah... first?"

"Sure, baby, whatever makes you happy? What'll it be?"

"A glass of wine, maybe?"

"Coming up?" said Bob.

Beth's mind raced. How can I get the stuff in his drink, she wondered. When Bob began to fill two glasses with wine, Beth maneuvered behind him and touched his broad shoulders. Bob jerked around to find Beth pressing her firm body against him.

"Well, that's the spirit, baby. Did you like what old Bob provided you the other day? I bet you did. Have you been thinking about it since then? I have."

"Me too," whispered Beth. She put her arms around Bob's waist and pressed her body against his forcing him back against the kitchen counter. In an instant her hand found one of the wine glasses and she dropped the "rophie" tablets inside.

"Hey, I thought you wanted some wine first," laughed Bob.

"Why don't I serve it to you," said Beth with a smile. "Go sit on the couch and let me bring it to you. Ok?"

"Sure, baby, if that's what you want."

Bob walked back into the den and plopped on the soft leather couch. His robe gapped open lewdly. Beth pressed her fingers into the tablets in his wine and in a moment they dissolved and disappeared, odorless and tasteless.

Beth dramatically danced back into the den carrying both wine glasses. She played hard-to-catch for a moment before finally relinquishing the glass to Bob. Bob smiled when he saw Beth glance down at his crotch. He knew that she could see his cock.

"I'll be right back... I have to go powder my nose," said Beth quietly.

"Don't be too long, baby. I've got something here for you." Bob gestured at his crotch.

Beth went to the bathroom and checked her watch.

They said the stuff starts to work in 10 minutes, she thought.

After 5 or 6 minutes, Bob shouted, "Hey, I'm getting impatient out here."

Beth immerged from the bathroom and noted that Bob's wine glass was two-thirds empty. Still he showed no signs of the drug taking effect.

"Come over here, baby. I've been missing you."

"First, let me dance for you," whispered Beth.

"Fantastic," answered Bob. He settled back into the couch and took a long sip of his wine.

Beth took her time looking through a stack of CD's and smiling at Bob. Just before he was about to complain, she selected one of the disks and put it into the CD player. The throbbing sounds of Joe Cocker emerged from the Miller's sound system.

"Oh, yeah... the good old stuff... is the best stuff," said Bob. "Is it hot in here to you? Or is it just me? Must be me heating up, baby. Show me some moves."

Beth looked Bob directly in the eye and began to dance as seductively as possible. With hips swaying, she started to unbutton her blouse.

How long is this going to take? I hope I don't have to get naked before the stuff kicks in, thought Beth apprehensively.

"Yeah, baby, let me see what you've got," shouted Bob. He tossed the last swallow of wine back and leered at Beth through glazed eyes. "Pull up that dress and show my those little panties of yours, please... right now, baby... I can't wait." He snaked under his robe and he began to fondle his cock.

Beth paused in hopes that Bob would pass out, but he did not. Instead, he was gesturing lewdly for her to raise her skirt.

"What the fuck is going on?" Bob shouted. "I'm waiting here!"

Beth bit her lip, turned her back, and started to raise her skirt. Her nausea returned and her hands began to shake again.

"Yes, that's it," slurred Bob.

Beth drew her skirt up slowly. At the point that she knew her panties were showing.

"That's more like it. Now pull those little panties to the side and let me see that sweet pussy of yours."

Chills passed through Beth. She danced around seeking to stall to no avail.

"To the side, por favor?"

Beth closed her eyes and touched the front of her panties. She hooked one finger inside and pulled. A subtle breeze cooled her pussy.

How long? How long will it take?

Shame seemed to cascade over her. Reluctantly, she raised her eyes and looked at Bob. He was slumped over, eyes closed, and mumbling to himself while drooling from one side of his mouth.

"So what do we do now?" said Al anxiously when he arrived on the scene.

"Take off your clothes," said Beth.

"What?"

"Take off your clothes, I said." Beth had her attention turned toward finding the on/off switch on the small digital camera in her hand.

"My clothes? You want me to take off my clothes? What's up with that?"

"Come on, Al, think. What is the most compromising position we can put Bob Miller in, the one that will cause him the greatest amount of embarrassment and will force him to do what we say?"

"I don't know... what?" asked Al sheepishly.

"Dirty pictures of him... with another MAN! Pictures that make him look like a homo... fag photos! Pictures of him sucking cock! Get it?"

Al got it. "Jesus, Beth... I don't know... I... what about me? I don't go for that stuff."

"It won't be real. And, I won't get your face in the pictures... just his. Now get naked, brother of mine, for the cause... before he comes to his senses. That stuff is supposed to last for hours, but I don't trust it."

Al reluctantly unbuttoned his pants and let them drop to the floor. His face turned beet red in the process. He bashfully turned his back to Beth and quickly removed the rest of his clothes, except for his underwear. Beth, in the mean time, was frantically pulling at Bob's robe, a job made difficult by his dead weight. When she forcefully rolled Bob over, he let out a groan that frightened them both.

"He will be sort of conscious, but he won't be able to remember a thing. Come on Al... hurry up and get... everything... off," sighed Beth.

"But, you will... you are here... and looking..."

"Is little brother embarrassed? Did you forget that I have seen... well... you know. I saw your... thing... already the other night. You're my brother. No big deal, right?"

Beth laughed for the first time in a long while.

"Instead of just standing there, at least come help me hold Bob up long enough to get his robe completely off."

After some tugging and huffing, Beth and Al finally dislodged Bob's arms from the robe. He lay slumped over the edge of the couch groaning with his ass high in the air.

"Turn him around, sit him up on the floor, and lean him back against the couch," ordered Beth.

With that, Al flipped Bob over and completely uncovered Bob's flaccid, but huge cock.

"Jesus, he is hung like a fucking mule," exclaimed Al Jr staring at Bob's prodigious cock.

"You are telling me?"

"Sorry," said Al guiltily.

"Ok, its now or never... off with your undies, bro."

Al blushed and pulled down his underwear. Beth glanced quickly at Al's cock, realized what she was doing, and immediately averted her eyes.

"Now what?" said Al holding his hands over his crotch.

"Don't ask me... just act like you are having sex with him, silly," said Beth. "I'll take the pictures... and they need to look real, ok?"

"Jesus, Beth, I don't know how this works!"

He moved clumsily over and stood with his cock near Bob's face. A long awkward moment of silence followed.

Finally Beth blurted, "You are going to have to make it... well, I mean... it has to be... ah... well, you know... hard! Your dick has to be hard, if you are having sex with him, right? Can you make it get hard?"

"Just like that?"

"Well, yes! Guys are supposed to get erections at the drop of a hat... aren't you?"

"Jesus, Beth... this is awkward for me... really awkward. Show me your breasts."

"WHAT!"

"Well shit, I need some sort of... uh... stimulation! I can't just get hard on command. It just doesn't work that way. And, guys... even naked guys like Bob down there don't do it for me. You are going to have to do your part."

Beth paused for a very long thoughtful moment.

"If you laugh, I'll kick your ass, little brother!"

"I am dead serious, sis."

To Beth's surprise and wonderment, Al began to stroke his cock right in front of her. He stared at her chest.