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Ramona: Origin Story - Chapter 1 I walked into the bar and..
🕑 Added 2024-06-09 10:55:24 +0000 UTC Ramona: Origin Story- Chapter 1
I walked into the bar and saw a tall, beautiful bartender. Her dark hair made her green eyes stand out, her breasts were exceptionally large, her hips and ass demanded to be squeezed. If she weren’t so tall and tattooed, she’d be cute, but something about her presence was so strong and domineering that “cute” just doesn’t seem appropriate.
She leaned down and her voice boomed “What can I get you, handsome?” I felt weak and forgot my normal drink order, I froze in her presence, unable to make a sound. I wanted a scotch neat, but my mouth said “Miller Lite, bottle.” She opened the bottle with a bar key to keep her sharp nails safe and she gently put it down on a coaster. I felt her nails touch the back of my hand as she put down the beer and I couldn’t tell if it was on purpose or not, but it sent a shiver down my spine. “Thank you…” I trembled.
“Are you going to open a tab and stay a while? I need to hold onto a card.” I only planned on having one drink, but I wanted her to have my card—I couldn’t describe it, but I wanted to buy her anything she wanted, I wanted her in control of my credit card, so when she said she needed it, I needed to give it to my new goddess immediately. She smiled and said “Thanks handsome” as she winked and then turned around to put my card by her register. She called me handsome and I immediately became hard.
It wasn’t a very busy night at the bar, but it wasn’t slow enough for her to just stand and talk to me either. I watch as she waited on other customers and she didn’t seem as flirty with them as she did with me. Maybe I’m just imagining it, but I felt like she wanted me. I was so innocent and unsuspecting. She did want me, but I had no idea what was in store for me. I felt like I hadn’t been there very long, but next thing I know she’s calling last call and people were scrambling at the bar to get their last drink while I just sat there mesmerized by her ass.
”Would you like to do a shot with me?” She asked with a huge smile, already shaking the tins. I guess that was a yes, without me even having to answer. She held onto the shot glasses as she ran my credit card, and I thought I was imagining it, but I watched her put a drop of something into my drink. Could it be a date r*pe drug? Poison? What did she put in my drink? She put the shots in front of me and I couldn’t muster up the courage to say something and stand up for myself. I held my glass and smelled it, it smelled like a normal green tea shot, but I KNEW she put something into it…she touched her glass to mine, put it down on her bar, and then drank her shot, “bottoms up, little man.”
I immediately took my shot, but…why did she call me ‘little man’?
My head hurt, like all of my drinks were catching up to me, and the room was spinning. I remember thinking that I must be wasted because the room started to grow. I jumped onto the bar to avoid being on the floor and I saw my new goddess’ hand float next to me as if she wanted me to jump on, so I did. She held me up to be level with her eyes and said “You’re mine now, I’m going to add you to my collection,” She then picked up my credit card—which was the same size as me now, and put me into her purse with it, “You’re going to be such a good little wallet.” I sheepishly nodded my head as she zipped her purse shut, scared and excited for my new life to begin.
[to be continued]
