You were not drugged. The effects should be permanent, but just to be sure you will have to go through refresher sessions once a week. You will not ...ell a soul about this. You may try, but you will find yourself unable to speak, write, email, or text message a single syllable regarding what has transpired. If you do find a way to communicate your distress to anyone, your heart will immediately stop beating.” At her dubious expression, I answer, “Think about it Anna, if I can command your. I needed to find a way to worm my way in, to become an active part of Clara’s life instead of a passive one, to become a player rather than a spectator. I was sick of cheering from the bleachers, I wanted to get on the field myself and show the crowd what I had in me.I came equipped, of course. All of the equipment was there at my disposal. The cameras I controlled were there for me to use. Do your job. Enhance. Enhance. A business card on the desk. Clara Jackson. I had a full name. I also had. You lean further towards me and your free hand reaches for the zipper of my shorts. Oh shit. You lower the zipper so slowly...this is torture. I finally feel the cool air on my hard dick, but not for long. Both your hands turn their attention to my cock. You stroke me with both hands. I’m breathing harder, focusing on the road with all the control I have left. Fuck me. You dip your head into my lap, lightly kissing the head of my dick, savoring the taste of me. My hips involuntarily ease up. The employee restroom was coed and the door locked. I'd never been in there, but I guess it was pretty much like any restroom, a little uriney smelling not all that clean. Carla shoved me in to the room ahead of her and locked the door. She pushed me up against the wall and said, "I'm gonna see what your problem is once and for all mister. I've been trying to get a date out of you for months now, so let's just see." She was tugging at the fly of my pants. I wanted to stop her but I just stood.