Chapter 6

Victoria and her team took off on Monday to Indianapolis. Leaving Josh to fend for himself until Friday evening where he was to pick her up at O'Hare. He found himself without food for dinner. He had enough Cherrios, milk, and bananas until she returned. He could buy his lunch at the deli or the hot dog hut down the street so only his evening meal needed to be bought. He grabbed a cart going straight to the liquor portion to get a couple of twelve packs of beer. He picked up a bottle of peach brandy that Victoria liked.

On the way to the frozen food department to get some gourmet tv dinners, he felt a sharp pain shoot up from his ankle.

"Oh, I'm so sorry," the girl shrieked.

"It's okay... ," Josh stopped. It was Camille. She was wearing an emerald silk wrap dress, matching high heels, purse and a light wrap for her bare shoulders.

"Josh?"

"Camille!" he was stunned at first the he believed that this was no accident. He knew he was being setup. Or was it one of his crazy dreams?

"Oh, I'm so sorry Josh," she sat on her haunches looking at the wound she caused. "It's bleeding."

"It's painful. I never knew a cart like this could pack such a wallop."

"Again, I'm so sorry, honey bun," she stretch his sock to look at the injury.

"I'll be okay. My car is in the lot."

"It doesn't look okay to me. Ummmm I live less than a block from here. I can treat this in a jiffy," she insisted. They left their carts. He protested but he realized that he could barely keep his weight on it. She slung his arm over his shoulder and guided him out of the store. He hobbled down the street, around the corner and into the apartment complex.

"It's on the third floor, I can help you make it," she held his waist tight, making sure one of her breasts mashed into his arm.

"Man! This hurts," Josh gritted his teeth.

"Almost there," she said.

Upon entering her apartment, a cat scooted across the floor. Camille took him to a leather bound recliner. She carefully set him down. "I'll be right back," Camille promised. Josh was sweating profusely. He managed to kick his loafers away and started to peel his socks off. By the time he finished, Camille was back in a black silk robe carrying a tray an ointment, bandages and rubbing alcohol.

"This will burn," she dabbed on the alcohol. He stifled a groan feeling the liquid torture his abrasion. "This will be a little better," Camille squeezed a tube of ointment on then carefully bandaged his ankle. "I'm so sick about this," she said.

"I'll have to get home," he reached for his socks.

"Rest for a while. Do you want anything to drink?"

"A beer would be nice."

"I only have Lite beer."

"That's okay," he sat back in the recliner to relax.

Camille went to the kitchen, pulled out a can of Miller's. After opening it, she dropped a small pill into the beer. Then she poured herself a glass of red wine.

"Here you are," she smiled, handing him his drink.

"Thanks," he drank almost half down in his first swallow.

"Where's your girl friend?" Camille asked.

"She's doing an audit in Indianapolis."

"I see," she was secretly glad as she sipped her wine and waited.

The date rape drug didn't take very long to work. He felt as mellow as he ever remembered. Gone was the pain in his ankle. His eyelids were getting heavier by the second. Being taken on an empty stomach, it worked faster.

"You look tired," she said, pulling him to his feet. His legs were like rubber as she used all her strength to get him into the bedroom. She struggled to get him into the middle of her queen sized bed. Pulling off her robe and letting it flutter to the floor, a naked Camille began to undress Josh. It took her a good half hour due to his dead weight. He kept mumbling something but didn't open his eyes.

Camille started working on his cock. She sucked it with fury. It took a good five minutes for him to get hard. She was amazed at his size. No wonder why that blond bitch wanted him all to herself. Camille straddled him, then lifted her hips to impale herself on his hard on. She let out a long sigh when she felt his dick reached as far as it could go. "You're bigger than a bull," she whispered.

He only got hard twice but Camille took advantage of his unconscious state. She dressed both of them. She ran to the Jewel/Osco to retrieve his car. After struggling with the larger man, she managed to get him into the passenger seat. Camille drove him home, parked in front and with great effort got him into his bed. She smiled, called a cab and went home. It was 3am when he began to stir from his drug induced comatose state. To him, it was a weird dream. He thought he was having one of his nightmare's until he tried to stand up. His foot had swollen up and he had to piss badly. He managed to get to the bathroom.

As he was peeing, he noticed that his penis was caked in dried cum. He then thought of Camille and her running into him very hard hurting his foot. He did remember that she had taken him to her place to treat his wound. The last thing Josh recalled was the beer he consumed. Was it all a dream? He would have believed it if it weren't for his foot.

At 7am he was in a lot of pain. He called the phone number left by Victoria. She didn't answer the phone. He thought she might be in the shower so he left a message. Five minutes later she called back.

"What's up, Baby?" she asked, happily.