Barry entered the Club and checked out the offerings. The music was loud and the lights were low. Even though it was early, it was already getting crowded. Not bad for a weeknight. Lots of pretty young things. That was good. Plenty of opportunities.
He felt very horny. But, he also felt lucky. Barry had picked up a lot of girls in this Club and he had almost always scored. He attributed it to his good looks. But he smiled as he also fingered the packet of GHB in his jacket pocket. Some people called it a date rape drug. He called it 'Barry's little helper'.
The GHB was odorless, tasteless and colorless. It acts fast and makes the victim semi-conscious, but responsive. The best part was that it removed inhibitions and made the girl act in a sexually affectionate way. The next morning, she usually had little or no memory of what happened. In Barry's mind, it was the perfect 'love potion'. It cut through a lot of that slow seduction dance and let him get right to the payoff. Besides, he chuckled to himself, they got what they deserved. Girls that came to a place like this were looking for it. He was just providing a service.
He moved to the bar and ordered a drink. He scanned the room for targets. A couple of possibilities caught his eye. Leaning against the bar and sipping his drink, he considered which lines he might use.
As he pondered the choices, a woman moved next to him and ordered a drink. She was a knockout. Just his type. She was short, maybe even petite. She had a dark complexion and was dressed to kill. Her perfume was erotic and strong. No sense waiting he decided, and went into attack mode.
"That's a great perfume," he said. Women loved that kind of crap.
She turned to him with a shy smile and said, "Why thank you."
Bingo. We've got a live one. He immediately pressed the advantage. "Hi. I'm Barry," he said with his most practiced smile.
She returned in kind, "My name's Donna."
As the bartender arrived with her wine, he said, "Can I buy you that drink, Donna?"
She seemed to consider for a second, then said, "Sure". She settled onto the stool next to his.
Barry went into his normal routine. It worked perfectly. As they had a few drinks, she warmed to his small talk and before long she was acting very amorous. She placed her hand on his arm and laughed at all of his jokes. It turns out that she was in town on business and staying at a motel.
It couldn't have gotten much better, he thought. An out-of-towner lowered the risk of meeting again. That rarely mattered anyway. In most cases, the drug removed any clear memory of events. This was almost too easy. But he wasn't one to look a gift horse in the mouth. He moved to close the deal.
He leaned toward her and whispered in her ear with all of his well-honed charm, "How about you and I go to some place quieter?"
Donna seemed eager. She moved her hand to his thigh, shifted her body to reveal her lacy red bra and attractive tits. She whispered back, "That's just what I was thinking."
He almost tripped over himself getting ready to leave. It looked like he wouldn't even need the drug tonight. They decided to stop at a liquor store and then go to her room. It was a typical chain motel. He'd used similar rooms for his conquests many times. He settled in for a night of pleasure, while Donna fixed their drinks.
As they sipped on their drinks and he started to caress her, he became a little tipsy. Donna didn't seem to notice and urged him to drink up. He complied. Before long, he slipped into even more of a warm and relaxed stupor.
He was conscious, but was having difficulty thinking clearly. At the same time, Donna's attitude and manner changed.
"Well, Barry, how are you feeling?"
He leered at her over his drink and mumbled, "I'm feeling sexy".
Donna smiled, but it was more evil than friendly. "That's good. You seem ready for what I have in mind." She told him to get undressed and he followed her orders. He was a little unbalanced, but eager and responsive. He felt very passive. As he undressed, Donna revealed her plans.
"It's payback time, asshole. You've probably done this date rape trick lots of times, huh? Pick up some unsuspecting girl with your sweet talk and then slip her some drugs. Wham, bam, thank you ma'am. Then, you're out of there. The next day she wakes up with a bad hangover and very few memories. Except maybe some bruises." Her voice was dripping with disgust and anger
Barry heard what she was saying and knew it wasn't what should be happening. However, for some reason, he wasn't alarmed and waited docilely for her to continue.
"A couple of weeks ago you picked on the wrong girl. My little sister. She didn't remember you, or much of the 'date'. Fortunately, I was with her when you met at the bar. I remembered your face. It wasn't hard to track you down."
Although Barry was in a haze, he didn't like the sounds of this. But, he couldn't stay focused. He wondered what this had to do with having sex and continued undressing.
Donna continued, "Now it's your turn to see how it feels." She held up the empty packet of GHB that she had put in his drink. "It acts fast doesn't it? Of course, you know that."
By now, Barry was naked. Although part of his mind was beginning to comprehend and get scared, he was unable to form a plan to do anything about it. The drug had weakened his will to do anything independently. The dose he used usually knocked the girls out. They were responsive, often even affectionate, but were almost in a semi-conscious trance. However, with his larger body size, the GHB wasn't having the full mental effect on him. He was passive alright, and unable to resist directions, but a lot more conscious of what was going on than his victims. Donna seemed to be counting on that.
"So, let's get started and see how you like it, lover boy," Donna said with a hard edge in her voice. She reached into the dresser and pulled out some clothes. "You like your girls all dolled up and sexy don't you? Why don't we see how you look in this?" She tossed a white and black outfit on the bed. He slowly turned his head and focused on it. It was a trashy French maid's costume. It was frilly and covered with lace. Low cut at the top and with a very short skirt.
While he was staring dumbly at it, Donna was tossing other things onto the bed. A garter belt and fishnet stockings. A red, push-up bra. Pink panties covered with ruffles and lace. Shoes with 3 inch spike heels. When she was done, she turned to him and said, "Dress up time, asshole."
Donna stepped toward Barry and applied adhesive to his chest. He wobbled a little and just watched her. She reached into a bag and pulled out a pair of false breasts. In one quick motion, she pressed firmly and held them until they attached to his chest. His eyes widened in surprise and wonder. His schizophrenic reaction continued. The small rationale part of his mind was recoiling in fear. The larger, drug influenced part treated it as just something to observe and go along with. This made it even worse.
Donna stepped away and laughed, "Super glue is great. Those suckers won't come off easily."
The combination of his drunken condition and the unusual weight almost made him topple forward. She stopped his fall with a push to his stomach and he sat back onto the bed. He couldn't help giggling.
Donna knew the drug was causing this reaction, but it annoyed her nonetheless. It reminded her that her poor sister had probably reacted in a similar, almost willing manner when this predator had drugged and raped her. She restrained herself from slapping him. She reminded herself she had much more ambitious plans. Donna wanted this all to look voluntary and a bruise might create some doubt. She returned to business. The sooner this was over, the sooner she could get away from this piece of garbage.
"Put the clothes on, bitch," she barked and handed him the garter belt and stockings.
As aware and repulsed as part of his brain was, the drug made him compliant. He was powerless to resist. He set about the task of dressing. It was slow going with his impaired movements, but Donna helped pull things into place and in minutes he was fully attired.
"Just a few more things, jerk." Donna dumped make-up on the counter. With Barry observing passively, she glued on long red fingernails and false eyelashes. Next, she applied overdone make-up – bright lipstick, rouge, and purple eye shadow. She did it quickly. She deliberately wanted it to look cheap and inexpert. Not slowing to observe the results, Donna grabbed a needle and pierced Barry's ears. Ignoring his squeal of pain, she inserted large plastic hoop earrings into the fresh holes. Matching sets of cheap, colored bracelets were added to each wrist. Barry shook them and laughed at the noise they made. Donna finished the job by pulling a trashy, bleach blond wig onto his head.
While his appearance was transformed from a confident, athletic, mid-twenties, skirt-chaser, to something approaching a feminine, wannabe shemale, he was still easily recognizable as Barry. Anyone who knew him would have no doubt who it was. That's exactly the look Donna wanted to complete her plan.
"Enough preliminaries. Let's take a look at you. Stand up." Donna helped pull Barry to his feet. The alcohol, drug and the spiked heels made him very wobbly. She led him slowly to the mirror. Barry was quite a sight.
As he swayed in front of the mirror, Barry tried to bring the image into focus. He looked like a tawdry drag queen. The maid's outfit seemed like a cheap effort at looking erotic.
But in his befuddled state, that's not what registered in his mind. "Pretty", he said. He was entranced. He stared at the image before him. He saw the black satin skirt flared out over the petticoats. His hands moved from the puffed sleeves, along the lace-lined bodice, and down to the fishnet stockings embracing his hairy legs. His fingers lingered for a moment on the pink lace leg garter.
Throughout this foggy inspection, his eyes were glued to the mirror as if checking out a girl across the bar. Now, he paused and looked down at himself and saw the outfit on his body as if for the first time. He recoiled a little but couldn't get his mind to sort it all out. He looked up, then down again, registering that something was not right. A cold sense of dread formed in his stomach, but the drug wouldn't allow him to act on it. He returned his gaze to the mirror and continued to inspect his new appearrance.
While this was going on, Donna was busy at her suitcase. She was working on setting up a tripod and loading a digital camera.
Suddenly, he smiled wickedly and glanced around, as if to see if anyone was looking. Then he pulled up the skirt and looked at the panties. He seemed to have forgotten that he had put them on minutes earlier. He turned to Donna and whispered as if sharing a secret, "I see her panties."
She glanced over from fine-tuning the camera settings and replied, "Yes, very soon everyone will see her panties." This was going just as planned. This revenge was going to be delicious.
Barry's hand started to feel the soft pink material. As his fingers moved through the ruffles, he began to get aroused. This sensation reached the rational part of his mind that was swimming in and out of contact. For a moment, his eyes widened in panic and he tried to shake himself into control. The effort was fruitless. Just as with his victims, his thinking had lost the battle for control to the sensing part of his body. It slid back to observe the events with no hope of influencing them. But he also couldn't ignore what was happening. He felt he had a front row seat at his own degradation.
