I remember the moment I saw Greg slip something into my drink, the way his eyes gleamed with mischief as he handed it to me. I drank it anyway, feeling the warmth spread through me, my body tingling with anticipation. The nightclub lights blurred, and I could feel his gaze on me, heavy and hungry. I wondered if he’d try to fuck me, if he’d take me right there, surrounded by the pulsing music and the crowd’s oblivious eyes. My heart raced, my pussy throbbing with the thought of his hands on me, his cock inside me. I was his for the taking, a hotwife ready to be claimed, to be used. And as I looked into his eyes, I knew he wouldn’t let this opportunity slip away.