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course I have a choice!” he protested. “Such exposure would ruin my reputation.”
    She was slowly undressing. “Let me explain something to you, Newton.” Now she was using his first name too. It was an indication of her certainty of power over him. “I am a businesswoman. I learned that as a prostitute I could make several hundred dollars a night. That did not suffice. So I found a better way. Now I make several tens of thousands of dollars a night. It varies directly with the prominence of the man I seduce. So naturally I don’t leave it to chance. The man is not given a choice. He performs, the video is made, and I receive my cut. I am in the process of becoming rich by being a serial female rapist. Tonight it will be your privilege to contribute.” Her blouse and bra were off, and her full, firm, sculpted breasts showed to considerable advantage. “Relax, as they say, and enjoy it.”
    â€œBut it’s impossible!” he said, his eyes fixed on those twin orbs. What a treat they were! “A woman can’t rape a man.”
    â€œOf course she can, Newton. She just can’t do it as crudely as a man rapes a woman. But with a little preparation she is more than able. Maybe you could say I am doing my bit to help liberate women from their outdated notions of inferiority.” Now she dropped her skirt and stood before him in lacy panties. The loss of her clothing detracted nothing from her appearance.
    â€œI don’t believe it.” He was playing a role, because he knew she could and did rape men.
    She lifted one leg and then the other to remove her panties. This, too, was an evocative sight. “It is merely a matter of technique. A man can use brute force to rape an unconscious woman. The man, generally speaking, needs to be conscious for the woman to address him. Apart from that it becomes an almost meaningless distinction.”
    â€œWell, you’re not going to rape me.” Please don’t throw me in that brier patch!
    She came and put her hands on his pajama top. “We shall see, Newton.”
    â€œHey.” He tried to resist, but she pushed his hands aside and pulled off the top. He seemed to be powerless to resist. Then she pushed him back on the bed and took hold of his pajama bottoms. He tried to clamp his legs together, but she put her hands on his knees and readily wedged them apart. In a moment she had his groin clear, his erection showing.
    â€œYou see, it is the man’s greater physical strength that facilitates his power over the woman,” she said. “But now my strength is equivalently greater than yours. You can’t resist me, literally.” She tweaked his hard penis. “I must say, this is a nice one.”
    â€œYou can’t do it,” he said.
    â€œFirst, I will do my little dance. That may make you not only willing but eager. I like eagerness.”
    â€œI’ll bet. How did you drug me?”
    â€œIt was the kiss. The drug is painted on my lips, over a sealant that prevents it from reaching me. Didn’t you notice how long I held it? I had to be sure you received a sufficient dose. It will wear off after an hour or so, but by then I’ll be gone.”
    â€œClever,” he said sourly.
    â€œNow pay attention. The drug weakens your muscles, but not your genital anatomy. You can get an excellent erection, if you try.”
    He was silent, as it was obvious that he already had a fully sufficient exhibit.
    She donned what looked like a small grass skirt, and a tasseled sort of halter, and danced. It was quickly apparent that these concealed nothing, and enormously enhanced what they showed. The skirt offered a provocative illusion of concealment, the flapping strands calling attention to the flesh beneath. The halter played similarly with the breasts. Her buttocks flashed and her breasts bounced teasingly.
    â€œNew fashion?” he inquired. It was in his mind that if he could