Alexis Ames was always careful to never drink too much at these academic conferences. Her fellow stuffy professors could afford to unwind at the end of a day of papers and presentations. But Alexis could never be sure when she’d need change her costume in the blink of an eye and rush out to save the city as the superheroine Argent.

Despite her required reserve, Alexis did find one bright spot at this conference: A charming, witty conversationalist by the unlikely name of Guy G. Unregal. She’d bumped into Guy while they were both trying to claim the last open chair in a crowded symposium. The exaggerated way he bowed to admit defeat and took her hand to guide her to the seat made Alexis grin. After that, the two were constant companions, gossiping about the repressed, arrogant academics around them.

Normally, Alexis would not have spent her time chatting at the bar, but Guy’s quick wit made for good company. He always laid a comforting hand on her shoulder before fetching them both another drink. She didn’t mind the way he brushed the hair behind her ear, there certainly couldn’t be anything sexual between them, she’d made it quite clear she had a devoted girlfriend waiting at home. Guy laughed and said that so did he!

Normally, Alexis wouldn’t have gone to the hotel room of a man she’d only met a few hours before, but the bar had become too loud for conversation and Guy’s room was closer than hers. He opened a bottle of champagne and they toasted to everything they could think of. Alexis couldn’t get enough of the delicious champagne, drinking glass after glass. Each glass made her laugh harder, her gasping for breath between chuckles reminding her of panting during sex. When Guy spilled a glass of the bubbly liquid down the front of her dress, Alexis moaned as it tickled her stiff nipples.

Startled by her own arousal, Alexis fought to regain her composure. “Guy, we … we can’t not do this. … We can’t not … We, um … I love Yvonne!”

“I know you do, Argent.” Guy shook the bottle and sprayed Alexis with champagne. “That’s why you’re going to soak up all the arousal chemicals I can coat you with. Then, after you’ve sucked me off several times, and said ‘thank you, Glue Gun Gary, for your delicious jizz’, then you’re going to get your little bitch Sable just as drunk and horny and sticky as I’ve gotten you. I’ll bring Addy Sivv over and the four of us will go out of our minds with drunken, hot, horny sex.”

Argent couldn’t argue with Gary’s evil plan. She was too busy cumming and succumbing to his drugged drinks.

And loving every minute of it.

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