Chapter 1

Charlotte Dayton's beautifully sculptured face turned into a scowl as her car coughed again, sputtered, and died.

"Damn it!" She looked at the gas gauge for the tenth time. It registered the same three quarters of a tank. She pumped the pedal and turned the key in the ignition. The motor whined and refused to start.

"Balls," Charlotte muttered, giving up. She opened the door and climbed out of the car, glancing around. "Damn, why did I listen to George? Taking this stupid shortcut!" She talked to the wind as it tousled her thick red- hair.

Reaching inside the car for the latch, she unlocked the hood. She hauled the hood up with a grunt and peered inside.

She shook her head and straightened up. As she stood with hands on her hips, her eyes scanning the deserted area, she spotted a large house about a quarter of a mile down the road.

"Shit! It's the last time I listen to you, George," she said, annoyed, as if he were there. Her face grim with determination, she trudged down the road to the lone house. After a phone call, she would be on her way... again In no time.

She stumbled up the path to the house, her high heels catching in the pebbles. She groaned, walking uneasily up the narrow path, her well-rounded ass swinging in the tight- fitting designer jeans. She reached the crest of the path, her soft tits rising and falling underneath her sweater as she caught her breath.

Knocking on the large old fashioned door, she relaxed. Things could be worse, it could be night, and this God-forsaken house could have been ten miles down the road. The door creaked open.

"Yes?" A tall statuesque blonde appeared, her voice deep and sultry. Her wide blue eyes quickly took inventory of Charlotte's lush petite figure.

Charlotte caught the glancing appraisal and immediately sensed the erotic aura that surrounded the tall beautiful blonde. "My car broke down," Charlotte began. "Could I use your phone to call a gas station?"

The blonde's exquisite features broke into a smile, a sizzling smile that reeked of sex. "Come on in. The phone's over there on the table."

The tall blonde stood aside, allowing Charlotte to enter. She feasted her eyes on Charlotte's delicious swinging ass encased in the skintight jeans. Her tongue slid across her full lips, her body tensed like a large cat ready to pounce on an unsuspecting sparrow.

Charlotte felt the woman's eyes on her. For some reason it made her shudder as she picked up the phone and dialed information. She held the phone to her ear, a quizzical expression on her pretty face.

Charlotte's green eyes swept over the luscious blonde as she tapped the button. "Your phone's dead," she told her, swearing to herself that it wasn't her day.

"Really?" The blonde's eyebrows arched, her long graceful legs bringing her to the phone. She listened intently, tapped the button a few time, and shrugged. "You're right." She tapped the button a few more times, still listening as she held the phone to her ear.

Charlotte was a full head shorter than the blonde woman. Her sparkling emerald eyes followed the curve of the elegant blonde's neck, down over her huge melon tits to her slim waist, and stopping as the waist flared out into full, voluptuous hips. The woman's sexual aura was overpowering and Charlotte stepped back, quieting the tremor in her stomach.

The blonde turned slightly. "I'm awfully sorry. I don't know what to suggest." Her exquisitely toned voice, everything about her, suggested only one thing: sex - pure animal sex. It was written in her deep-blue eyes, across her full red mouth, and exuded from every pore of her perfectly proportioned body.

Charlotte was aware of the blonde's obvious leer. She felt as if she were being stripped of her clothing. It was a powerful sensation. "If you could drive me into town... I know it's an imposition but I'd be willing to pay you."

The blonde laid her hand on Charlotte's slender arm. The contact was charged with electricity. "My brother is away for a while," the statuesque woman explained. "I'm sure when he returns he'll be glad to take you into town." Her face glowed with animal magnetism, her strong features radiant. "Maybe he can look at the car himself."

"I couldn't - " Charlotte refused, then thought better of it. Her face brightened. "It would be wonderful."

"Good," the blonde said. "We can have a drink and get acquainted while we wait." She turned and her clinging silk dress licked her knees as she strode elegantly into the living room. Her well-proportioned body turned to Charlotte. "I have just the thing to take the chill out of you." Her blonde fluffy hair was like spun gold caressing her face.

Mesmerized, Charlotte followed. She was glad George wasn't here, he would be drooling. This intoxicating woman appeared to be exactly what George liked. She was certainly the sexiest female she had ever met - not just sexy but blatantly sexy without trying, with a touch of danger thrown in to make the juices flow. Charlotte bit her lip, forcing back the thoughts from her mind. She blushed, her cheeks burning as the blonde turned, catching Charlotte's gaze.

The same sultry smile came to the blonde's lips, revealing a hint of pearl-white teeth. "Since we'll be together, I think it would be nice if we knew each other's name." Her sensual body floated as she went behind the bar, her long, graceful fingers bringing out two tall glasses. She moved with total ease. "I'm Felicia." She dropped ice cubes into the glasses and her eyebrows raised expectantly.

"I'm Charlotte. My friends call me Lotty." Charlotte surprisingly felt her breath shorten and her heart skipping.

Felicia splashed scotch over the ice in liberal amounts, carried the drinks over to the coffee table and handed one to Charlotte. "This'll warm you up."

"Yes, it is a bit chilly out," Charlotte said, then sipped the potent drink slowly. "Mmmmm. This is a coincidence. My favorite scotch served the way I like it, over the rocks. "

Felicia was seated on the large comfortable velvet chair and motioned Charlotte to the couch opposite her. "Sit down... relax." Felicia crossed her long sensuous legs, the silk dress gliding effortlessly up her thigh. "Craig, my brother, will be a while."

The husky note in her voice was heavy. Her long fingers, the nails dabbed in a brilliant red, curled around her glass of scotch. Her other hand toyed with one of the buttons of her dress.

Charlotte settled into the soft luxurious comforts of the couch, draining the savory scotch almost to the end before realizing she had done it. "God, I needed that."

Charlotte's gaze reverted to the button of Felicia's dress for the third time, watching the long painted fingers playing with it. Charlotte thought again of George and was again glad he wasn't here. This woman was dynamite!

"You're very beautiful," Felicia said abruptly, her voice heavy, laced with sex. "Craig will be very happy to help you."

Charlotte felt a twinge of discomfort. She forced a smile anyway, suspicious about what she might have to do for the help.

"I'm married," she told the blonde woman plainly, setting her empty glass down on the table in front of her. "George, that's my husband, will be very grateful for all the help you're giving me." She kept her warm smile on her face. "You married?"

"Not yet." The button finally came open. "Maybe someday I'll meet someone who can make me happy."

Charlotte leaned back comfortably into the soft cushions of the couch and relaxed. She hadn't felt this good in years. She sighed aloud and then was startled that she had. She began giggling, surprised at herself for acting so silly.

"I'll bet it'll take more than one man to make you happy." Charlotte's hand instantly flew to her open mouth, her eyes widening in shock. She swallowed uneasily, trying to comprehend her actions. Her thoughts being blurted out like that, without a moment's hesitation, she thought it absurd. She began giggling again. The sound of her own voice was strange, eerie.

Felicia laughed with her, a sizzling throaty laugh that oozed of lust. "Maybe a couple of women, too."

Charlotte's head was whirling. "I... I... didn't - Women? You like women... sexually?" She gulped harder, a tremor sweeping through her groin. She felt funny, fuzzy around the edges and all warm and gooey inside.

"I like anything that will give me pleasure," Felicia purred, "whether it's a man, a woman..." She paused, looking Charlotte right in the eye. "... or animals."

"Animals?" Charlotte gasped incredulously, the room whirling even faster, her body tingling from her head to her toes. She tried getting up, but couldn't co-ordinate her muscles properly. Her limbs didn't seem to respond to her wishes.

"Ohhh, yesss," Felicia hissed in her catlike tone, her eyes glittering dangerously. "Animals and women can be very exciting." She stepped closer to Charlotte. "Have you ever made love to a woman - or a dog?"

"No." Charlotte's answer came out of her mouth like a whisper, her voice raspy, her throat dry, parched. "It's so..." Her sentence hung lifeless in the air as her mouth dropped suddenly. Felicia was stripping off her dress.

"I see you're shocked," Felicia purred, an expression of delight and excitement in her eyes. She eased the dress off her shoulders. It whispered to the floor, a puddle at her feet. "Wouldn't you like to kiss me, touch me, feel my body, my tits, my pussy?"

Charlotte's eyes shone like glass with the effects of the strong drink. In Charlotte's mind, she wanted to leave, but another part of her seemed drawn to this beautiful creature. Charlotte shook her head, ineffectually clearing it of the buzz that was careening around in her brain.

"I can tell you want me," Felicia said, her soothing tone hypnotic and soft. "We can enjoy ourselves together until my brother returns."

"Nnnooo," Charlotte mouthed half-heartedly, finding the very thing Felicia suggested revolting and yet desirable at this moment. She had to get out of here! She attempted to stand up, but her limpid body fell back to the couch, her head reeling, all of her senses heightened.

Charlotte couldn't help but notice the intoxicating perfume that this golden goddess wore. It seemed stronger now. Her stomach was fraught with butterflies and she knew her panties were soaked. She couldn't comprehend this. Never, never in her life had she felt this way. Fragmented thoughts plagued her dizzy mind. A woman, the mention of animals... Those repulsive, sickening thoughts whirled through her head like a storm. Yet she desired what the woman suggested.

She couldn't understand the dramatic change in herself. All of a sudden, it hit her like a bolt of lightning. The drink! Her eyes widened with the realization. She had been drugged!

Felicia saw it on her face. "Yes, my gorgeous little pet. I put something in your drink. Nothing dangerous. It is truly a wonder drug. Wipes away all will, leaves a person highly susceptible, clears away all inhibitions." She winked. "You're already thinking about how nice it would be to touch and kiss me," Felicia said knowingly.

Charlotte found herself nodding in agreement, unable to stop herself. She anticipated the taste of the luscious woman's red glistening mouth. A hungry expression flooded Charlotte's face as she stared hotly at the tall, beautiful blonde.

Chartotte's eyes wandered to the goddess's tits - large, melon-shaped, encased in black lace, an ample amount spilling out. Charlotte's dreamy-eyed gaze swept down her golden body to the wispy band of lace that hugged Felicia's hips and concealed the delights of her pussy. Charlotte's eyes continued down Felicia's long never-ending legs, stopping at the smooth curve of her calves. She kept her eyes there, fighting the perverted urges that were growing inside her.

"Look at me, Lotty," Felicia mewed, her voice dripping with desire. "Look at me and want, want what I have to offer."

Charlotte lifted her eyes slowly, drooling as she stared wide-eyed at Felicia's cunt wrapped in a package of black lace. She wanted Felicia's pussy, wanted it so badly she could actually smell the aromatic scent exuding from between Felicia's sensuously long legs.

Felicia stepped closer. She was within Charlotte's reach. Her perfume and body musk attacked Charlotte's senses and added to the power of the drug. "Take off my panties, Lotty. Look at my cunt."

Charlotte obeyed willingly. At this moment, the most important thing in her life was to feast her gaze on Felicia's blonde-haired pussy. Charlotte's hands touched the exotic woman's hips, static electricity seeming to sizzle from the tips of her fingers. Latching onto the elastic of Felicia's panties, she slipped the black lace down, baring her full hips and then a neatly trimmed triangle of silky blonde pussy hair. She swallowed, her head in the clouds as she let Felicia's panties drop to the floor. Felicia stepped back and out of her panties.

"Your pussy is beautiful," Charlotte admitted openly. She couldn't believe herself blurting out things she never would have even thought about in the past. "It makes my mouth water. I'm so hot!"

Charlotte gave up fighting her urges. Whether they were born of her own self, or induced by the drug, it didn't matter. They were there and she craved to satisfy them. Charlotte looked up at Felicia. "I'm hot."

"Then do something about it," Felicia said. "For now, I belong to you." Her flashing eyes said exactly the opposite.

Charlotte staggered to her feet. Her legs wobbled for a second and she moved unsteadily, but it passed. Her green eyes burned into the twin mounds of golden tittie flesh trapped in Felicia's bra. She had to free them. Satisfying her impulse, her hands went to the goddess's shoulders, slipping the straps off. Trembling on her feet, Charlotte spotted the hook in the front and snapped it open. She heaved a sigh of relief. She was gorgeous!

"Ummmm," Felicia moaned, reveling in her freed tits. She was always hot, always turned on. She caressed Charlotte's flushed face that was almost level with her tits. "You're such a beautiful doll, so delicate, so fragile."

Felicia's deep sultry voice caromed in Charlotte's brain as her hands spanned the golden tits, her fingers sinking into the bloated softness. Charlotte was captivated by her creamy golden skin.

"Mmmmmm, your tits are so big, so beautiful." Charlotte squeezed the tits and heard whimpering sighs of pleasure escaping Felicia's lips. It was music to Charlotte's ears.

Felicia took her hands off Charlotte's petite body, the bra floating to the floor. She stepped out of Charlotte's grasp. "It's not fair for only one of us to be naked."

Charlotte quickly and clumsily pulled her sweater off, tugging it over her head and tossing it carelessly to the floor. Her breathing was shallow, rapid, noisy. Her hands peeled the tight jeans off her slim hips and down her slender legs. She exhibited herself before the elegant blonde, modeling unashamedly, treating Felicia to a luscious look at her own small compact body- -a smaller version of Felicia's perfection.

Charlotte's lush curves, sweeping hips, jutting tits were sweet and innocent, with a sexual subtlety. Felicia's strong physical beauty was blatantly sexual, an advertisement for lust.

Eager to be naked, Charlotte snapped off her bra and kicked off her panties. Charlotte gasped, as naked as the tall jewel who waited patiently for her.

"You're even more beautiful naked," Felicia purred. "Kiss me." Her arms opened for the petite woman, her tits billowing as she breathed, her swollen nipples pointing.