Ever since that time a friend took advantage of my girlfriend while she was intoxicated, the thought of her being drugged has taken deep root in my mind.

Of course, that friend has asked for a repeat performance since then. To ensure we both get our fair share of the pleasure, I suggested he take his own girlfriend next time. He said he needed to prepare, as his girlfriend has a much higher alcohol tolerance than his, so he’d need to come up with a plan. He’s considering buying some date rape drugs; naturally, I’m eager for him to succeed, because having such a substance would make things much more convenient for my girlfriend!

To get back to the main point, a friend told me about a disco called "X-Club" that is quite impressive. He said the women there are beautiful and incredibly slutty, though the place is a bit chaotic and controlled by a powerful local gang of thugs. According to him, you can constantly see men and women fondling each other on the sofas below the dance floor; you can even hear moans coming from the restrooms. Just hearing the description made my blood race...

To scout the situation, my friend and I went a few times. It really was quite something. Setting aside everything else, the women on the dance floor were all lush curves and bouncing hips. If you reached out to touch them when the moment felt right, you’d occasionally get a look of disdain (which you could simply ignore), but you’d also encounter some who would reach back and squeeze your crotch in return.

Once, during a gathering with classmates and my girlfriend, we went to this very club. Everyone drank quite a bit, and my girlfriend was heavily intoxicated, having downed several glasses of hard liquor. During the night, someone approached us asking if we wanted some "K粉" (Ecstasy), but we declined. When you drink that much, it’s easy to get high on your own! Everyone was losing themselves to the frantic, heavy beats of the DJ.

My girlfriend was dressed provocatively. Since it was a "warm winter" where we live, she wore a sweater with a short skirt and sheer tights. As we moved, I saw many lecherous hands brushing against the swell of her beautiful buttocks. Between the dim lighting and the alcohol, her intoxication deepened, and she expressed a desire to sit on the sofa for a while. I agreed.

A little while later, almost by accident, I saw two men walking toward the sofa where my girlfriend was sitting. They sat down on either side of her. She seemed far from sober; in her hazy state, she had no idea what they were doing. One man handed her a cup of juice with a straw. She drank half of it, and then the two men walked away. At the time, I simply thought they were trying to flirt with her, and since they left, I didn't pay much more attention.

By midnight, everyone was saying they wanted to head home. Because my girlfriend was still slumped there, unable to recover from her stupor, I decided to stay. To make matters more difficult, a beautiful woman was rubbing up against me at that moment, making my heart pound with desire...

It was then that I saw those two men reappear at my girlfriend's side. One of them tapped her on the cheek, and to my surprise, she didn't even react. I began to pay close attention. After a few whispered words between them, the two men helped her up and began leading her toward the restrooms. I wasn't a fool; I knew exactly what they were planning. Part of me thought about calling out to them right then, but seeing what kind of men they were, the thought of my girlfriend being drugged took precedence in my mind.

I recalled the layout of the restrooms; the individual stalls had gaps at the bottom, but those gaps only allowed a view of one's feet. Suddenly, an idea struck me. I asked a few beautiful girls on the dance floor and finally managed to borrow a small hand mirror. Then, I quietly slipped into the restroom.

I checked the stall doors and saw one was locked, so I stealthily entered the stall right next to them. Holding the mirror, I lay flat on the floor, adjusting the angle as carefully as possible to avoid detection.

In the reflection of the mirror, both men had already dropped their trousers, their cocks standing erect. My girlfriend was sitting on the toilet lid. One man (let's call him Man A) was cradling her head, sliding his dark, thick cock in and out of her mouth. The other man (Man B) had his hands slid beneath her clothes, kneading her breasts.

I watched, incredibly aroused. She had definitely been drugged; the culprit had to be that juice. The space was so cramped, and since she couldn't lie down or stand easily, perhaps they wouldn't try to fuck her?

Then, Man B took my girlfriend's small hand and guided it around his shaft, making her stroke him. Man A's cock was already glistening, coated in her saliva. Man B whispered, "Let me have a turn." They lifted her off the toilet, and Man B sat on the lid himself, pulling her down to her knees before him. He took her head in his hands, pried her small mouth open, and thrust his massive member deep inside.

Man A wasn't idle either. He moved behind her. To ensure he wouldn't see me, I shifted the mirror further back. I saw Man A pull her short skirt up to her waist, squeezing her buttocks a few times before sliding her tights and panties down to her ankles. He lifted her hips; because she was kneeling, her little slit was thrust prominently forward. Seeing her cunt exposed to these strangers made me want to masturbate right there on the floor.

Man A inserted his fingers into her, stirring her relentlessly. Through the mirror, I could see her juices dripping from her folds. He then knelt on the floor, gripping her ass, and slammed his dark cock deep inside her. I could hear the wet, rhythmic slapping of skin against skin as he pounded into her, all while squeezing her breasts with his free hand.

Man A was fast. After a frantic burst of thrusting, he pulled out. I thought he had finished inside her, but he ended up ejaculating against the stall door—which relieved me slightly, as it meant she wouldn't have to deal with the mess of a drug-induced internal mess!

Man B had Man A switch positions. He steadied her, and then he began to fuck her, his hands roaming around her entrance. He worked for a while and then paused. Just as I was wondering what he was doing, Man B used his hands to gather her abundant juices and then began to probe her anus with his fingers.

*Could he be...?* The thought flashed through my mind. Indeed, he slowly began to slide his cock into her lubricated rear... Damn it! Everything she usually denies me, he was taking! Man A had spent about five minutes pounding her anus, and finally, with a few heavy tremors, he ejaculated deep inside her rectum.

They helped her pull her clothes and underwear back up and escorted her out of the restroom, back to the sofa. It was a while before I emerged. By the time I walked over to the sofa, the two men had vanished. I hailed a taxi and helped my girlfriend into the car. Even in the car, I could smell the faint, musky scent of semen. The driver must have smelled it too; he gave me a strange look in the rearview mirror, but I purposefully avoided his gaze.

When we reached our apartment, I paid the fare quickly and hurried inside. When I laid her on the bed, she was still unconscious. I stripped off her tights and panties, and then, aiming my camera at her pussy and her puckered anus, I took a few photos to keep as mementos.