ACT II
I. Intro
Ethan sits down in the corner of the bar and counts his money. A few more days of work and he can continue his journey south. Things are going well for him. He takes a sip of his beer and enjoys the live band.
After a while, he notices a woman entering the bar and taking a seat at the counter. Pretty much everyone else noticed her, too. She has long beautiful black hair and a stunning face that you would expect to see on a movie poster and not in random Mexican bar. Her body is well toned yet elegant, but what draws everyone’s attention are her large breasts barely contained in her short top.
She must have felt Ethan’s stare, as she eventually glances back at him. He quickly turns away and takes another embarrassed sip of his beer. Like an idiot he soon glances back at the beauty, but she had already anticipated that and looked at him with raised eyebrows. Having been caught a second time, he looks away for a second, but then sighs and waves at her with an apologetic expression. To his surprise, she cocks her head, smiles, and walks over to him.
“No eres un chico muy discreto ¿verdad?”
“Sorry, what? Uhhh, do you speak English?
“Oh, another American. That is refreshing. What’s your name?”
“The name is Ethan, nice to meet you ... uh ... fellow American. How about you?
“I’m Casey. Nice to meet you as well. Wait, is that beer? Are we even allowed to drink alcohol, Ethan?”
“Hey babe, we are not in the states anymore. The drinking age here is 18.”
“In that case, how about you get me a drink, too? You seem to be new in town. I love hearing stories from abroad.”
He smirks, gets up and fetches a cocktail for the lady. When he sits down, he puts his bundle of money back into his pockets. Casey looks worried after noticing the amount.
“That is a lot of money, Ethan. How did you earn that? Are you an influencer? ... or is it something ...” she whispers “... illegal?”
“Uh, you know, anything to pay the bills ... and I am not an influencer.”
He does not elaborate any further and shrugs, which worsens Casey’s worried expression.
“That did not sound very reassuring, Ethan. I don’t know, maybe I should leave. I should not get involved with ... dangerous people.”
When she tries to get up, he takes her by the hand and carefully guides her back to her seat.
“Casey, I bought you a cocktail. Don’t you think it would be rude to leave? Don’t worry about me. I don’t have any drugs on me.”
Casey seems to calm down and stays at the table, where she picks up her cocktail, drinking and listening to Ethan’s stories. The more she drinks, the more she laughs and opens up about herself. Once her drink is finished, she shakes her empty glass in front of Ethan.
“Oh, mister Ethan, I think your money can buy me a lot more cocktails.”
“I think you had enough alcohol, Casey. No more free drinks. I think I should get you home.”
She giggles and takes his hands.
“Yeah right, I am not falling for that one. I can get myself home without any help. It’s time to say adios, Ethan. But thanks for your stories and thanks for paying the drinks.”
Ethan wants to object, but Casey shakes her head and gestures him to not bother. The girl gets up from the table, searches around with tired eyes, and stumbles towards the exit. Ethan follows her carefully and grabs her hand once she is outside the bar. She is barely able to stand on her feet while he drags her to his car and falls asleep as he drives off to his motel, where he carries her into his room.
After laying her on his bed, he examines his new victim. What a hot piece of ass! A stunning body, gorgeous hair, and gigantic tits that he can’t wait to get his hands on. But first, he goes back to lock the apartment door and bedroom door. It appears that the sleeping beauty has woken up already, but she is still disoriented.
“... where are we ... Ethan? This is not ... this is not where I live.”
“No, you are in my apartment, lying in my bed, drunk from the alcohol that I paid for. Don’t you think it is rude to leave, after I had entertained you so long?”
“I want to go home ... let me go ... uuuuugh, the room is spinning ... this is not funny Ethan ...”
The girl shuffles to the edge of the bed and barely manages to sit up straight. Ethan walks slowly towards her saying not a word, while she has to squint her eyes in order to follow his movements in the lit-up room.
“Stop it, Ethan, you are scaring me. I want to leave, please. Just let me go and I won’t tell anyone.”
“Shut up, Casey!”
The girl freezes and looks terrified at the man towering over her. His smirk is gone, leaving only a cold stare.
“We had drinks, we talked, and we laughed. I’m done playing around. It is time to claim my prize.”
“I’m not a prize, Ethan! Do you really think that you can buy sex with a few drinks? I’ll just ...”
She tries to stand up, but is immediately pushed back on the bed. The shaken girl adjusts her skirt and pulls it over her knees, while he strokes her hair.
“You are locked in this room with me now and if you want to get out, you better do what I say and I’ve decided that I wanna fuck. But first, let’s finally see those tits.”
Ethan pulls down her shoulder straps, causing her perfect large breasts to flop out. He keeps pulling down the straps binding her arms close to her torso. When he notices that she has nipple piercings, he grabs them and pulls them around. Fascinated by the ripples in her tits he pulls more viciously, causing them to bounce until she girl cries out in discomfort.
He lets go of the piercings and gentle squeezes her nipples, feeling them gradually harden. Once they are fully extending from her massive breasts, he proceeds to suck on them furiously, making her whimper.
“Please, Ethan, we just met ... It is too early for us to have sex.”
“Oh, don’t you worry, I am ready alright.”
Suddenly, Ethan feels a stinging in his neck. He shoots up and tries to reach the spot with his hand, but his arm is getting too heavy, his entire body feels numb and weak. Ethan locks eyes with the girl as his legs slowly collapse. While he lies on the floor, he can see Casey holding a syringe in her hand. Her drunk demeanor has changed and she looks at him very calmly.
“No Ethan, you are not.”
Seconds later, he loses consciousness.
