CHAPTER SEVEN
Lydia stumbled through the hallway, the brown walls and crystal accents swirling in her head.
“Ooh.” She rubbed her throbbing temple, catching a shadowy figure moving behind her.
“No.” She tripped as she moved faster. “What...what did you do?”
The figure hurried after her, she could tell it was a man but her sight was too blurry for her to see a face.
“That drink.” She fell again. “Oh...oh.” She rose on her knees but the figure got on top of her from behind, shoved his hand up her dress and snatched her underwear. “No!” She tried to get up but wooziness won the battle.
The man tussled with her, fondling her breasts and panting.
“S...top.” She threw her elbow back and hit him in his mask.
“Ah.” He let her go.
“Help!” Lydia ran to the nearest room.
Moans and orgasmic
