As the two men stood by the closed front door, I snuck up behind Artie and jabbed the needle in his neck. He turned around and gasped, but it didn’t...take long for the d**g to completely knock him out. This was part 3 of the plan. When Artie came to, he would find himself lying face down on his own bed with his arms and legs tied to each bedpost. He would also find out he was wearing the outfit that he had put on me. I was standing there in front of him wearing my jeans and shirt. To Artie’s. Tonight was a fashion show at the Cortez, and I was looking forward to meeting the women there, if I can work up the courage to talk to them. Upon stepping inside the Cortez, I noticed how beautiful it was to me. It could use some renovations, sure, but it was still just as ritzy as the other hotels I’d been in. I went and sat at the bar. ‘I’m Liz Taylor,’ said the person behind the bar. I thought about how cute it was that she was named after the movie star while admiring her dress and her. They'll have to feel it tonight, he thought.The two women were lying in bed when Bobby returned from the washroom, and they silently watched when he let the towel fall from his waist and then moved to the clothes closet where he finally located a pair of boxers. They couldn't help but notice how his penis had hardened, and then, as he pulled the shorts up his legs, saw it momentarily caught before Bobby shoved its straining length under the cloth."Here, sleep between us," mom directed as she. "Rachel felt the heat on her cheeks, from a bright red blush, and thenturned her head as if scanning the room."What are you doing?" inquired Tom."I'm looking for this ravishing beauty of which you speak," quippedRachel.Tom shrugged in defeat and said, "Alright you win, let's go to the barand have a drink."One quick glance and it was obvious there was nowhere to sit at the bar.Not to be stymied, Tom handed his package to Rachel said, "Hold this andwait here. I'll get us something."Tom fought.