Be Careful Part 1 by Anonymous Sub

Tonight was going just as she'd hoped for; in fact it couldn't have gotten any
better.

She'd spent plenty of time getting ready for this particular Saturday night,
after all it'd been a couple of weeks since she'd last had the chance to get
out. She'd splashed out on a new cut and colour for her hair, changing it from
her usual brunette to a rather striking black bob. As she swung her head, she
could she the flashes of scarlet that were hidden by beneath the surface colour.
Just like that lass from Republica, she thought.

One last look in the mirror before she left, just to check the look was all it
took to convince her that tonight was going to be a spectacular success. She was
wearing a tight, cropped top, showing plenty of midriff, the stretchy material
held her small, boyish breasts snugly without the need of a bra. Tight jeans
emphasised her tight ass, pert and as firm as a peach. The legs of those same
tight jeans hid the true height of her heels, heels that made her appear taller
than her natural 5'6".

Stopping only to grab her purse she set off. She started by checking out the
local pubs, but the night was still young, and they were relatively quiet and
empty. Disappointed, but not surprised, she moved on to the city centre clubbing
scene. Even at this early hour they were showing signs life. Perfect she
thought.

It didn't take long for the lads on the pull to start hovering round, offering
her drinks and a dance. She gave each would be suitor a knowing look before
dismissing them. These were just the lads, out early, with no staying power;
they were just looking for a quick shag against the back wall of the club, and
she was in a mood for more, much more.

As the night wore on, the crowd suitably changed, the women got younger, the men
older. As she watched, she saw her prey enter the club, along with his mates.
They took up one end of the bar, talking and drinking loudly. Even from this
distance she could hear them going on and on about the game, how they'd stuffed
the local opposition.

One of them looked her way, catching her eye. She smiled knowingly, then blushed
and looked away. She held her breath, hoping, praying, and was rewarded when she
felt someone enter her personal space. She looked up into a pair of soft brown
eyes above a generous mouth. "Hi I'm Neil" he said.

"Pleased to meet you Neil", she grinned, "I'm Becca."

She took the moment to look him over, feeling more and more pleased with what
she saw. He was tall, well over 6' she thought, and well built, large even. He
had a narrow waist atop large powerful looking thighs. He was exactly what she
was in a mood for. As she gave him the once over, she noticed that he too was
taking a surreptitious look at her, and judging by his growing grin, he too
liked what he saw.

Just as he started his no doubt tried and trusted chat up lines, she interrupted
him, "Fancy a dance?" she said, taking him by the hand and leading him onto the
already packed dance floor.

She let the beat move her body in time to the music; she was pleased to notice
that he was light on his feet, showing a surprising amount of grace for one so
large.

During the slower numbers, she surprised him by leading the way, letting herself
snuggle against him, her hands gripping his tight buns. She didn't stop his busy
hands, in fact she positively encouraged them, and when they settled on her ass,
she let him pull her close, tilting her head for the first kiss of the night.

She wriggled her cheeks against his hands, letting her body tell him that she
was interested, very interested in him. During the course of the evening she
learnt a bit about him, not that she was really that interested in his
university life, nor in his rugby career. She managed to defected most of the
personal questions that came her way, only letting him know that she was a
student nurse.

The evening couldn't end soon enough for her. She was more than eager enough to
go, but she knew not to rush things, she wanted him to lead the way, the have
that illusion that he was in control of the night's events. As she went to the
ladies, she knew he'd rush over to his mates; he'd want them to know he'd scored
for the night. Let him have his moment, hers would be here soon enough.

When she returned, their mouths hungrily sought each other's, their tongues
probing, tasting, entwining. Her breasts were pressed tightly against his strong
chest, her groin tight against his. His hands got bolder, and she let out a low
moan to encourage him, as they slipped down her back and into her jeans. She was
watching when she saw his eyes open as he discovered that she was wearing no
panties.

She tightened her ass, squeezing his exploring fingers, and was rewarded with
the feel of his member selling against her. She rotated her hips, continuously
rubbing him up and down, helping him get as hot as she was feeling. She wasn't
faking her desire; she wanted him as badly as he probably wanted her, but
probably not in the way he intended.

Eventually they broke apart, and she breathlessly whispered "My place or yours?"
The decision was made, and they hurried off to find a taxi. On the trip back to
his digs, she sat on his lap, squeezing his cock with her checks as her mouth
sought out his. It seemed to take forever, but finally they arrived, and they
ran up the stairs to his rooms.

Once inside his rooms, he turned into the perfect gentleman, offering her a
drink, hoping to get to know her a bit better. She took the opportunity when he
had to go and relieve himself, leaving his drink unattended.

They sat entwined and talked about this and that, then she noticed that he was
suddenly having trouble keeping his eyes open; in fact he could barely keep his
head up. "Are you OK?" she asked, concern etched deeply in her voice. "Yeah,
sure?" was about all he managed before he fell deeply asleep.

It had been a bit of a struggle to get him to bed, but nurses were used to
shifting uncooperative patients. Stripping him was no problem, and by now she'd
perfected her ties. His ankles were tied together with a cable tie, pulling his
legs tight together. A cord ran from his ankles to another tie, around his
balls, causing them to swell slightly. His knees were bent and any attempt to
straighten his legs would rip at his now tender balls.

His hands were held in another tie, and then tied to the top of the bed,
immobilising him on his side. In his mouth was a studded ball gag, the harsh
points digging into his mouth and tongue. A small trickle of drool completed the
picture as it slid from his slack mouth.

She was finished with her preparations, and it was time for him to awake and
take part in the evening's fun and games. Slipping a small syringe from her
purse, she jabbed it into his arse, and pumped the antidote into his system.

She sat on the bed, watching him, and as he regained consciousness, she was
gently stroking his head, making soft reassuring sounds. A smile crept over her
face as she watched his eyes open, as his mind tried to understand what was
happening. She tried to calm him, but before she could warn him, he discovered
the link between his legs and his balls; a muted Arrg escaped the gag.

"There, there Neil," she crooned, "it'll be all OK soon."