In retrospect, Annie didn't know why she went with Jack. He walked up to her while her friends were out on the dance floor, giving her a crooked smile and a smoldering stare that seemed to catch and hold her attention for a long silent moment, before breezily asking her, "Hey, do you want to blow this bar and come back to my place? I've got some great weed and a hot tub in the garage," and without quite knowing what possessed her to go along with the notion Annie smiled and nodded and walked out of the bar without even a passing notion of telling anyone where she was going.

Not that she knew. That was kind of a wild idea in hindsight; when they got out to his car, Jack took off his tie and caressed her cheek with the elegant silken fabric for a long, seductive moment before wrapping it around her head to cover her eyes. He murmured, "Wouldn't you like to be surprised by something for a change?" and even though Annie knew intellectually that letting a total stranger take her to an unknown destination without even a glimpse of the route they were taking, something wild and exhilarating inside her flared with excitement at the chance to do something adventurous with someone so charismatic and mysterious. She let him knot the tie behind her head and clambered into the passenger seat blindfolded.

A few faint stirrings of concern blossomed in the back of her mind when they accelerated to highway speeds; Annie only lived about five minutes' drive away from the bar they were hanging out at that evening, and even though she still felt confident in her decision she did wind up wondering whether Jack would give her a ride back to her car at the end of all this. But by then he was already chatting amiably with her, his melodic voice flowing pleasantly from one topic to the next while Annie relaxed into her seat and let the drive carry her along, and that put her mind at ease. Nobody this sweet and comfortable could be hiding anything from her, she reasoned.

And it wasn't like the drive took long... or at least, it didn't seem that way at the time. Annie had to admit afterward that she wasn't really sure how long they spent on the road; it was like she drifted off to sleep without anything to occupy her senses but the white noise of car tires on asphalt and the pleasant baritone burr of Jack's voice, even though she didn't think she actually nodded off or anything. Jack had a way of filling in the empty spaces in their conversation without seeming to dominate it, and Annie soon found that all she needed to do was murmur a grunt of agreement every now and then to show that she was still notionally listening. When he announced, "Well, here we are," she almost felt as if she was waking from a pleasant dream.

He did have a very nice house, too, although Annie was working hard to convince herself she hadn't made a mistake by the time he took off the blindfold and she found herself looking down a long private driveway past a copse of trees and out into an empty field. "I like the privacy, it gives me the chance to really indulge my hobbies," Jack said, and it took Annie almost a full minute of gazing into his warm hazel eyes to stop herself from reconsidering the entire plan for the evening.

But Jack did have very cute eyes, and Annie could still feel that exhilarating warmth in the back of her head when she thought about stepping outside herself and letting chance guide her to a new and exciting experience, and once he took her hand Annie found it deliciously easy to follow him into the house and settle herself onto the soft, comfy couch while he put on some quiet music. "Just relax, relax, relax," he told her, his voice suffused with a wry amusement that put Annie instantly at ease. "I'll be back in a couple of minutes with the good stuff."

Once again Annie found herself... not falling asleep, certainly, because the night was still young and it would be silly to come all this way only to doze off on the couch before they even had a chance to do so much as sit in the hot tub... but she definitely wound up resting her eyes a little while she waited for Jack to return. It was the music that did it, really; something about it reminded her of the cozy car ride, almost as if she could actually hear Jack's voice whispering to her underneath the soothing sound of the gentle woodwinds. By the time he came back in and asked her, "Want a gummy, babe?" Annie was practically supine.

She did think about just taking a nibble at first, maybe giving it some time to see how the effects hit her, but then Jack murmured, "It's okay, babe, you can trust me," and something about that crooked smile of his made it seem like such a good idea to give herself over to the experience. She popped the whole thing into her mouth, chewing and swallowing before she could second-guess herself, and grinned back at him like a naughty child who'd just followed through on a dare. "That's a good girl," he purred, brushing the back of his hand across her cheek, and Annie practically melted at the warmth of his praise.

"How about we give that hot tub a try?" he asked her, and Annie blushed to realize she'd put herself in a very awkward position--soaking in a jacuzzi had sounded so wonderful back at the bar, when she'd just come in from a long chilly conversation out on the patio with one of her friends who needed a cigarette, but now that she was here and she was actually thinking about the practicalities of it all she was going to have to admit she couldn't say yes to his offer because she didn't have a swimsuit. And she kind of doubted Jack had anything in her size.

But when she admitted as much, Jack only chuckled and brushed back a lock of her long blonde hair. "It's fine, we can just go in naked," he offered breezily. "There's nobody around for miles, nobody's going to see you." The suggestion neatly bypassed any questions of whether Jack counted as somebody who might see her--especially as certain parts of Annie's body were particularly buoyant as well as flamboyant--and exactly how her lack of a swimsuit necessitated his nudity. He just sounded so confident, so smoothly assertive, that everything sounded like a good idea when he said it. Annie could almost swear she heard snatches of that music in her head when she nodded in agreement.

He brought the bag of weed gummies out to the garage with them, and when he held it out and said, "Want another?" Annie reached in and took one before she even realized what she was doing. Everything about Jack enticed Annie into following along, going with the flow and seeing where it led her, and she absently cautioned herself against letting that get her into trouble even as she went into the bag for a third gummy almost without noticing. By the time her brain caught up with her body she was chewing and swallowing again, and even though intellectually Annie knew that was a mistake it still felt like a... like a good idea.

Everything felt like a good idea around Jack, she sluggishly thought, even as he told her, "Why don't you get those clothes off and climb in?" while he matched word to deed and stripped all the way down to his birthday suit. It was like there was a strangely addictive quality to agreeing with him, like somehow down there in the depths of his bottomless hazel eyes Annie found a pleasure that captured her and enticed her and lulled her along into docile acceptance before she even had a chance to consider what she was doing. His approval was as warm and comforting as the water caressing her skin, and Annie only thought about what that meant after she was already submerged in the hot tub up to her chest and her tits were gently bobbing to the surface.

"Isn't this so nice, pretty girl?" Jack asked, and Annie could already feel the first tingles of a profound and potent head high as she giggled and nodded and wriggled up against him in the warm water. Weed always made her horny, she finally remembered that now after three gummies--no, four, she realized, as the last fragments of gelatin disappeared down her throat--and even though it should have been obvious to her at the time that if she went back to Jack's place and got stoned they were going to wind up fucking, somehow that didn't actually occur to her until now. It seemed like the thing to do when she was doing it, and the consequences felt distant and abstract and unimportant to her when she was saying yes.

They still did. When Annie took Jack's hands and placed them on her tits, burbling out something that sounded sultry and seductive in her head but came out sounding more like, "I like it when you grope my boobies," she wasn't really thinking about what it might lead to for the rest of the night and certainly not for the morning after. She was only thinking about the needy throb between her legs and the promise of getting fucked and... and Jack's beautiful, deep, fathomless eyes. He was talking to her while she stared into them. He'd been talking to her each and every time she got lost in them and she'd just... forgotten, somehow.

And she was forgetting again. Her head felt too mushy to hold onto the memory, and it wasn't the weed and it wasn't the pounding throb in her clit that was making her brain go soft either. It was something Jack was doing to her, something she hadn't been able to resist or refuse all night despite her best efforts, and Annie almost almost almost managed to figure out what it was before Jack settled her body onto his stiff prick and the burst of pleasure pushed her thoughts clean out.

Jack's hands gripped Annie's hips, bouncing her up and down on his cock until she was cross-eyed and moaning and her jaw was slack with helpless pleasure, and if she noticed that he continued to speak to her in those same low, soothing tones while he fucked her then the memories fell out of her head before they could fully form. She just nodded as best she could with her head lolling loosely from side to side, weed and hypnosis and relentless motion combining to make control over her own muscles a dubious prospect under the circumstances.

By the time Jack finally came inside her, Annie was dishrag limp in his arms, so profoundly stoned that her thoughts utterly refused to cohere and only her subconscious retained any capacity to soak up Jack's suggestions. But that turned out to be more than enough to mold her malleable, defenseless mind, and she burbled and giggled placidly along with everything he told her while she lay back on the bed and let him play with her sloppy, messy cunt.

It sounded like such a good idea to let him program her, after all. It sounded like an even better idea to cum her brains out while he churned his semen deeper into her wet, creamy pussy. And although Annie wasn't really thinking at all anymore, that only meant she couldn't find a single reason in her empty head not to go along with all of Jack's wonderfully enticing notions.

THE END