Chapter 4

Saturday morning Devon was right on time. Pete couldn't blame him; he would have been there on the dot too if he thought he was going to get another piece of Susan. If the man had been able to see Susan this morning he would have been parked across the street a couple hours earlier. Pete and Susan were watching from the living room, through the gauzy drapes. They knew it was easy to see out but impossible to see inside on a bright, sunny day like this, particularly if you didn't crowd up to the window but stood back in the shadows of the living room.

Susan punched the garage door opener just as Devon drove into the driveway, allowing him to pull into the empty space where Pete's car was usually parked. Pete had driven the car around the corner to the big Safeway store and parked there. While Pete hurried upstairs to wait in his den, Susan hurried into the kitchen to let Devon in through the door leading into the garage.

By the time Devon was climbing out of his car my Susan was standing in the kitchen doorway, brightly backlit by the sunshine streaming through the sliding glass doors.

She and Pete had planned carefully. They agreed it was important to catch Devon's attention immediately to keeping him from thinking of anything but sex. Susan was wearing a thin pink summer frock with nothing underneath it. The dress fit loosely and was thin enough to clearly show her lovely shape with the light behind her. It was obvious her seductively shaped breasts were braless and her black French-cut panties were plainly visible. Her legs were bare, her hair down around her shoulders framing and shadowing her carefully made up face. Devon saw a classic temptress, mysteriously shadowed and clearly available.

Susan felt like a tart, standing displayed as she was. But like every woman she played many roles in life and attracting men's attention was something she enjoyed doing. Most women made an art of doing so. What she didn't enjoy was doing it for a man who considered her a piece of meat that the pig was welcome to ogle openly. She didn't like playing a women willing for him to debauch her. Still, she kept a mysterious Mona Lisa smile on her face, much easier and more effective than a seductive look. She imagined she saw him figuratively pawing the ground, smoke billowing from his nose.

When he reached the door she moved back to let him in, demurely accepting a kiss on the cheek. She was careful not to return his passion, this was going to be hard enough without letting Devon get out of control. Besides, with Devon wearing the tight, stone faded jeans it was easy to see he was hard enough as it was. There was no need to overdo it.

"Uhm... no need to hurry, Devon," she crooned. "We have mid afternoon before we need to worry about Peter. Let's take it nice and easy." Leading him by the hand into the living room which seemed shadowed coming from the brightness outside.

She stopped in front of the brown leather sofa, caressing his palm with her thumb. Looking up at him through half opened eyes she huskily crooned, "Sit... and take it easy, honey. That's the way it's going to be today, nice and... easy. We have all the time we need to do everything. Get comfortable while I go and get you a drink. No need to tell me, I remember what you like."

In the kitchen she opened the refrigerator and pulled out the small pitcher of whiskey sour Pete had mixed, along with two glasses from the freezer. As she placed them on a tray she called softly into the living room, "I remember you like whiskey sours, lover. I don't feel like margaritas today and made some sours specially for you."

"Sounds like a plan," Devon managed to answer, his voice sounding husky. A whiskey sour wasn't his favorite drink, but he wouldn't mind some if the little slut wanted to suck some down. This was going even better than he had hoped. The slut was going to be fun to pork again. If he went with her program taking it slow to start with, she would be even tastier. Since she was going with the flow it would be easier to get her again if he didn't make things too tough today.

In the living room Susan set the tray on the oak and glass-topped coffee table before the couch. Turning slowly and bending forward to give him a look down the front of her dress, she sat down before pouring each of the frosted old fashioned glasses full. Handing Devon a glass, she put hers on the oak end table beside her before standing up slowly, making sure he saw her breasts bob as she moved. Then she walked to the oak entertainment center and turned on the stereo. The sounds of Oscar Peterson's piano softly filled the room.

Turning back she saw her mark had already downed half his drink. Considering the glasses held easily twice as much as the usual sour glass, he was well on his way.

He just didn't know it yet.

Swaying slowly back to where he was sitting, his feet on her coffee table, she thought, "Hey, this is fun. I can play the vamp with someone other than Pete and don't have to worry about consequences. Sure glad Pete's here though, makes me feel a whole lot safer."

She stopped between the coffee table and the sofa, turning slowly and pointing her ass in his face as she bent from the waist, she picked up the pitcher then froze in place as Devon ran a hand up her leg under her skirt. She stood quietly, letting him get a good feel, before clucking, "Not too fast, lover. I want this to last." As he slid his hand back out from under her dress she couldn't help shuddering. Saturday night she had gloried in his touch but today it only felt slimy. A quick glance at his face and the smug look he wore and she knew he thought she had been shivering from excitement. "God!" she thought. "Men are so egotistical!"

Before sitting she refilled his glass, then set the pitcher back on the tray and sat down beside him. As Devon ran a hand up and down her arm she leaned over and kissed him under the chin. She made it last, feeling his Adams apple bob under her lips. It was hard suppressing the shudder of disgust but she managed.

Picking up her glass such that her hand concealed the level of sour in the glass, she tilted it against her lips. She pretended to sip before setting it down. Just as Pete had assured her, the man had raised his glass and taken a gulp himself.

For a few moments she sat half-facing him while she played with his hair. When he reached for her she purred, "Let me play for a while, lover. I really want to go slow this first time. Then later we can get really dirty and fuck like rabbits! 'K?"

The man could only say yes, automatically taking another big gulp of his drink, one that drained his glass. Susan reached over, setting her glass on the end table where he couldn't see it. Devon was already too far out of it that he wouldn't notice she hadn't taken a sip with him. Then she refilled his glass, pretending to refill her own, then again pretended taking a drink.

Susan hoped to be able to get through this first stage quickly without taking even a single sip of the rohypnole herself. Devon had already downed at least six ounces of whiskey in just the first 20 minutes. On top of the alcohol they had laced the sours with enough of the drug to put down a half dozen people, not even counting the alcohol. It shouldn't take long before he was down for the count. It was her job to keep him distracted. Lordy, she had enjoyed doing that with him last Saturday but today it was a real effort to touch him without grimacing and shuddering. Amazing what being introduced to some men's real character did to their attractiveness.