The sky has just turned to twilight now, and the evening chill tickles against my bare legs under my coat. I cuddle in a little tighter and you pull me closer for warmth. The club isn’t open yet, but you nod to the bouncer and he lets us into the dark welcoming warmth beyond the door. It’s nearly empty inside before the patrons arrive, but she stands there at the bar, three glasses already placed in a neat line. A shiver goes through me, though not from the cold, as you remove my coat. The dress beneath is so small and thin, almost transparent, offering only the faintest gossamer hint of privacy, but existing more to put me on display than to hide. My face burns with blush and I nuzzle against your chest to try and hide as you guide me across the space...

As we sit at the bar she finally looks up from her work, her smile is so warm and welcoming and… hungry. Like a predator that knows it’s already caught its prey, and is offering it one last moment to find peace. I meet her gaze for only an instant before it overwhelms me, the space between stools robbing me of my refuge against your chest. I blush even deeper, staring into the empty glasses, skin warm and tingling against the thin fabric of my dress. The soft chirp of the recorder starting causes my breath to catch for a moment.

“Eyes up, babygirl.” Your voice is soft, but firm, tinged with the faintest hint of something between playfulness and loving malice. “For the record, your name, the date and time, darling.” I repeat the information as you ask, barely able to manage above a breathless whisper. “Good girl. And do you consent to this evening’s agenda?” I hear my blood rushing in my ears, I knew the question was coming, it’s already a question I know the answer to. But this time, the real time, the last time to say no, but my body is already moving, my already wobbling mind is in motion. I nod, and agree, and I can feel you both smiling so hungrily at me. “Very good.”

Her voice tickles my ears, another firm one, assured and commanding-not-asking. “Well that’s sorted. How about I fix the drinks, hmm?” I didn’t even notice her move to place the bottle on the bar, almost mesmerized at how easily she pours the first two glasses and stops. My hands shake as i reach across the small gap between seats that seems so far away, fishing in the pocket of my jacket, draped across Your lap, until i manage to retrieve a small packet of powder and place it on the bar between the three of us…

The packet is an unassuming little envelope of folded paper and plastic, wholly unremarkable but for three small strips of security tape, each one bearing a signature. “Babygirl, will you confirm that that is your signature, and that the seal is undamaged?” i take a look, and it is. There wasn’t a doubt, it hasn’t been out of my possession in the last few hours since it was filled, sealed, and signed by the three of us.

The mixture inside is your own special blend, carefully tested over the past few months, small doses and minor tweaks, calculated to my metabolism and tolerances. I know what it will do to me, on an intellectual level, i know that, in the first few moment, i will feel the rush of heat all through me as my libedo faces a sudden shift, though hardly a large shift at this point as i nearly vibrate with anticipation. I know that after 5 minutes, even the wisp of a dress that i’m wearing with nothing beneath will feel like a million little fires of pleasure as it moves across my skin, arousal and sensitivity skyrocketing. I know that approximately 15 minutes after imbibing, i will drop into a semi-conscious state, and any thoughts i might have had will be nearly impossible to form. I know that i will become a pliant quivering creature of instinctual needs, and that that instinct will be to breed. I know that between all the lust and sensation my short-term memory formation will be suppressed, but that my long term formation will be motivated. I know, from the tests, that i will be lost in myself and in the moment until its influence wears off. I know i will not be able to voluntarily or consciously remember this night the morning after, only the lingering sensation and emotional impact, and that it will come back to me over the coming days, weeks, months, as sudden, visereal, crystal clear and nearly overwhelming flashbacks of love, and lust, and carnal pleasure. I know all this, and on the emotional level, i know that all of it is done in the name of love.

By the time i look up from my momentary reprieve, you have both verified your signatures, smiles slightly softer as you see the way i tremble. My hands shake for a moment as i lift the packet off the bar, before going steady again, a sudden surge of confidence, as i remember who i am with. The tape breaks easily enough, and the powder pours easily into the empty third glass, soon followed and dissolved by the alcohol. Your voice breaks through my scattered thoughts again, “Good job, babygirl. And now a toast? To a truly… enjoyable evening.” We lift our glasses, soft clinks, and drink.

The gentle burn of the booze, the subtle difference in taste and texture, i allow it to roll around on my tongue for a moment before swallowing, feeling the warmth spread through me. And just as soon as it might fade it starts to multiply, making me gasp. I hear your voices, try to comprehend them as the two of you discuss your plans for the evening, speaking as if i’m not there at all, and knowing that very soon i won’t be. I bite my lip and try to focus, feeling it slipping away from me, feeling my heart race and my skin, already tingling before, radiating heat now. I feel myself dribbling down the inside of my thigh, feel my mind starting to fog, feel your eyes on me again, all hunger and carnal desire now.

My last clear memory is the way i gasp and arch under you hand on my arm, the touch is light but it consumes me, almost sends me over the edge by itself, the gentle scolding, “Tsk tsk babygirl, not yet…” hazy flashes as the two of you guide me from the stool, the feeling of both of Your hands all over me, exploring my trembling tingling body, leading me up the back stairs. The click of the door locking cuts through everything for a moment before i’m lost again, naked body pressed against soft sheets, they smell like Her, and like You, and like us…

Clouds of pleasure and drug enhanced lust… Love so brilliantly overwhelming I can’t see beyond it, only brief moments making themselves known at their own whim...

I’m crying out and arching, She’s inside me, filling me, stretching me, your hands are fondling and squeezing and groping, keeping me pinned to the bed…

You’re inside me, thrusting, breeding me, Your voice echoing around me, muffled by Her thighs against my ears, i think i forgot how to breath, that i needed or cared to breath, all i can remember is the taste of Her…

She’s riding me and i’m thrusting so desperately, so needily, tits and face and belly are already sticky with so many of my loads before, i’m breathless again, this time with Your hand around my throat, Your voice in my ear, urging me, teasing me, telling me exactly what i am as i erupt again…

Her tongue is tangled with mine, our hands on each-other’s breasts and bellies and hips, Your tongue is tangled below as You alternate between swallowing my twitching-dribbling-hen and lavishing attention on Her folds and swollen clit…

You’re on top of me, breeding me again while i cling to Her, throbbing inside of her, each thrust from you driving me deeper, i nuzzle and moan and sob with pleasure into Her breasts, against her neck, kissing and nipping and cumming again…

Daylight creeps around the edges of the curtains, every bit of me aches and tingles and throbs, my head spins, and i try to collect my thoughts around the void of the previous evening. The breif moment of terror is washed away soon, soft breathing and warm still-sticky bodies pressed against mine, Your arms around us both, keeping us safe and snug. I feel so loved, so deeply satisfied, so wholly content in that moment as Your half awake voice rumbles in my ear, “Good morning, babygirl…”