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Author's Notes: Usual legal crap about how you shouldn't read this if you're not supposed to. Saw a cool minip out there and had to do this.
It was the usual Hollywood party, the type Jamie Pressley was used to. The "Jack and Jill" star was checking out the usual Hollywood bash, studio types and stars mingling about as partygoers checked with waiters for drinks and more.
The party was at one of those swanky mansions that littered Hollywood, an older one of sorts, with a lot of history to it. Jamie was wandering about its halls, sipping at her drink, looking about for something to do. She was a bit bored, to tell the truth. She had been pretty much forced to come here by some of the producers for publicity and wasn't that crazy about being stuck without a date.
"Hello," a voice from behind said and Jamie turned to see a nice guy in an impressive suit before her. She recognized him as Jeffrey Harris, the owner of the mansion, some millionaire with studio connections. "Miss Pressley, nice to meet you."
Jamie let him kiss her hand and his eyes rover over her. She was wearing a nice red dress, her long blond hair framing her beautiful face. She knew he was ogling her but paid it a little less mind than other women would have. After all, when you've appeared naked in movies and "Playboy," there wasn't that much to show, was there.
"Enjoying the party?" Harris asked.
"Bored out of my mind if you want to know the truth," Jamie shrugged. "Sorry, but give me a hot club anytime over the big fancy stuff."
"Hmmm, well, I think I can find something for your attention," Harris said. "Would you like to see my wine cellar? It's really quite expansive."
Jamie thought for a minute, then shrugged. "What the hell? Beats making small talk with guys looking at my tits all night. Lead on."
Smiling, Harris led her down a flight of stairs and to the cellar. It was quite expansive, the wooden racks of wine bottles connected to a large den room, complete with fireplace and nice couches. "I occasionally have private meetings here," Harris explained. He went through the bottles, finally finding the one he wanted.
"Here we are," he said, pulling it out. "It's an special vintage from a friend in Italy. Thought you might like it." He took a pair of wine glasses out of a nearby cupboard and gave one to Jamie. He uncorked the bottle and poured it into Jamie's glass. "Here you go, Jamie. Drink up and enjoy."
Jamie swished the wine a bit before lifting it up to her lips and sipping at it. She was amazed by the sweet taste and how good it was. Before she knew it, she had downed the entire glass, letting the warm liquid flow through her body. She looked over at Harris, surprised to see that he hadn't poured any wine for himself, the glass and bottle placed on a rack nearby.
Before she could say anything, Jamie suddenly felt a wave of dizziness and nausea overcome her. Her eyes closed as her entire body shaking a bit as the potent drug in her wine kicked in almost instantly, dulling her senses and mind. In seconds, her will was washed away, the actress gone and replaced by a mindless slave.
Harris undid his coat as he watched Jamie, her eyes blank and open as she stood, waiting for instructions. He reached forward and lifted up the straps of her dress, pushing them aside to let it drop. She was topless, her large and round breasts apparent, wearing only a pair of red panties.
"Walk over to the bed, Jamie," Harris commanded. At the same time, he hit a hidden switch on the wall and a large bed fell out of the wall, ready for occupants. Without hesitation, Jamie turned and walked towards it, giving Harris an opportunity to watch her pert round ass. He soon disrobed and moved towards her, taking a few minutes to observe her perfect body.
Finally, Harris moved down, pushing Jamie's panties to the floor to expose her blond tuft. He then pushed her down on the bed and moved onto her. He lay on top of her, her cock immediately going towards her pussy, sliding in without trouble and he immediately began pumping, sliding his cock in and out of her pussy with quick, hard strokes.
"Uhhh...." Jamie grunted as she felt him go at her, her breasts bouncing as he pushed her down on the bed. Harris buried his head in her expansive cleavage, sucking on one breast as he pushed his cock in and out of Jamie's pussy without mercy, taking her as he had taken dozens of other drugged women over the years in this same bed. He slammed his cock in and out of her, her tit in his mouth as she registered. "Ugh...ugh....UGHHH!!" as Harris blasted his wad into her, shaking her entire body.
Harris pulled himself out of Jamie, looking down on her naked body heaving for breath. "Get on all fours." Helpless to disobey, the drugged and entranced woman did so, sitting herself on her hands and knees, her round ass in the air. Harris moved behind and mounted her, sliding his cock into her ass and beginning to pump. "Ahhhh!" Jamie cried as she felt him enter her and start pumping. "AHHH!"
Harris grinned savagely as he rammed himself in and out of Jamie. To him, she was just another whore, catching his eye by her fantastic dress and outgoing attitude. She wouldn't remember any of this, just go back to the party after a while remembering a wine cellar visit and nothing more. The thought of the total control he had over her drove Harris, as he clenched her cheeks harder, using her buttocks as handles as he rammed himself in and out of her. "YEAH!" he yelled as he shot his wad into her ass. "AHHH!" Jamie screamed as she felt him come.
Harris propped himself up at the top of the bed, his cock still hard and erect. "Suck it, Jamie," he said, showing no concern to how exhausted the woman was. As Jamie pulled his cock into her mouth and started sucking, Harris leaned back and smiled, his minds off of Jamie for a moment and wondering who else he should show his unique vintage to. After Jamie was done tasting him, of course.
THE END
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