Robert & Alexis Pt. 01

I didn't get any more pictures from Alexis but Alan started sending me pictures. He sent pictures of Alexis. Judging by the photos it looks like they were done in secrecy. He sent multiple pictures of her ass and chest. Alexis decided to wear her jean shorts with a white tank top. She looked amazing as always, pretty sure driving Alan insane with more lust. There was one picture he sent that was a selfie of him right behind her as if he was about to hump her. She looked like she was looking at something that wasn't in the picture. Alexis was pointing at something from the island. The selfie also showed Alan's face with the evil smile I knew too well. I didn't bother to reply back. He knew how I felt and I didn't want to give him the satisfaction.

It was around 7 P.M. when Alexis finally came back. I was in bed trying to read from my nook. It was still hard to concentrate but I was getting tired now.

"Robert!" Alexis yelled.

Aw, shit.

"In here," I replied in the bedroom.

She stormed in the room with an incredulous look.

"Where the fuck were you!? Huh!? Did it seriously take you that fucking long to get your arm checked out? You were gone the whole fucking day!" she yelled.

"I know...I'm just as upset as you are. I got out of the doctor's almost an hour ago. I'm sorry I didn't feel like going out afterward. I just thought I'd wait for you back at the room."

"What kind of shit is that? There is no way you were gone the whole day for a hurt arm and being sick. What really happened? And don't lie to me. I want the truth!"

I hope my acting skills were still up to par.

"You won't believe me."

"Try me," Alexis challenged.

For a moment, I wanted to tell her the actual truth. But Alan mentioned never to tell Alexis his plan or else, not only would he ruin my life, but he would ruin hers as well. Something I definitely couldn't live with.

"I was going to surprise you. I had plans for us when you came back. But it didn't happen. Not that it couldn't but I just didn't have enough time."

"What do you mean? What surprise?" Alexis crossed her arms in front of her. I loved when she did that. Her chest were so big that she had to put her arms underneath them when she crossed them, making them stick out more.

"I was going to have one of the chefs here cook our very first meal together. I thought it would be romantic."

"Our first meal together was at McDonald's. You were going to have him make McDonald's for dinner?"

"No, I meant our first dinner as a couple," I corrected.

"I think that was also McDonald's," she said.

Was it? Damn, it was!

"No, what I meant was I was going to originally-"

"You know what, just stop. Okay? Just stop! I've had enough of your lies. We've been here for two days and we haven't spent hardly any time together or had fun as husband and wife. Today, you're lying where you've been and you know what? I've had enough."

I didn't know what she meant by that. The next thing she did was packing her luggage with her stuff. I got up immediately.

"Wait, hon, don't-" I started to say. I grabbed her by the shoulder which she slapped off.

"No, don't! Don't touch me! I'm leaving until you get your shit together."

"But there's no way to leave the island until next week!" I tried to reason.

"I'm going to buy another room, idiot!" she retorted.

"Please, don't go! I'm sorry! I'll do whatever you want but please don't go!"

"You made me do this, Robert. You just deal with whatever you're dealing with and then come find me!" It took Alexis minutes to get all her stuff together.

"I'm not dealing with anything! I just...I just..." I had no idea what to say.

"That's what I thought. Goodbye, Robert." I watched her go with all her belongings, slamming the door shut behind her.

I sat back on the bed, burying my head in my hands in dismay. I was in the verge of crying when I received a text message.

"Head's up, bud. Your wife is on her way and she is pissed. Where were you all day?" Alan wrote.

I really didn't feel like talking to him but I felt he needed to know the plan was over.

"In room all day," I wrote. "Alexis was already here. We fought. She left. Going to buy another room."

I didn't hear back from Alan. I didn't care. I had other things to worry about. Although, a small part of me thought the reason he didn't write back was that he started the process of revealing false, yet convincing evidence of me doing something horrible to authorities.

Alexis didn't come back. She was true to her word. I spent an hour sending her texts to come back, but no reply from her. I stayed up past midnight with plenty of morbid thoughts when I got a text from Alan, finally.

"Meet me at the main bar. Now." That's all he wrote. I didn't want to leave the room in case Alexis came back, but Alan seemed adamant. I put on some quick clothes and headed out the room to the main bar of the hotel.

I came down to see Alan sitting down in one of the booths from the bar. There were several other people at the bar which was probably why he was sitting so far away. I slowly walked up to him and sat down on the other side of the table.

"Jesus, pal, you look like shit! Rough day?" Alan took a sip from his drink. "You look like you could use a drink yourself." He said pointing at the drink in front of me. I didn't even notice it. I took it and drank all of its content in seconds. Whatever it was, it was strong. And he was right. I did need it.

"So what now?" I asked him.

"What do you mean?" he said.

"I'm guessing you're here to tell me it's over and you're going to ruin my life now."

Alan laughed.

"Not at all, bud! Everything is still going according to plan." He took another sip from his drink. I didn't understand.

"Did you not get my text?"

"No, I did."

"So, you know Alexis is gone. She's mad I was gone the whole day and we haven't spent any time together."

"Yeah, you should've been there. We had a really great time. I think me and your wife are getting along really well."

"It doesn't matter now. She's gone and won't be coming back until I tell her the truth about everything. She's not going to want to do anything with you if she's fighting with her husband. She just wants us to celebrate our marriage together like a happily married couple."

"I know. She told me the same thing."

It took a few seconds for those words to sink in. Without even waiting for me to ask, he said, "Alexis couldn't get another room so she hit me up asking if she could stay with me for the time being to which I gladly obliged."

"Wait. She's staying in your room?"

"That's right, bud. All part of the plan."

I was in shock. She could be in danger right now. Alan, being a strong guy could force her to do anything she wanted. The idea scared me.

"Look, Alan, I'm-"

SLAP!

Alan once again slapped me hard across the face. The blow almost knocked me out. Luckily, the other people at the bar were far away that they didn't notice a big man slapping a small man.

"I hate doing that to you. I really do. But this is for your own good. The only way you'll learn is through corrective action."

I rubbed my face to soothe the pain.

"Now, what were you saying?"

I collected myself the best I could before answering.

"Please, sir don't hurt my wife. Don't force her to do anything she doesn't want. I can still convince her to sleep with you. Just don't hurt her, please?"

Alan looked insulted.

"What kind of guy do you think I am? Do you think I need to force myself on a girl to be with me. Is that what you think?" Alan was waiting for an answer.

"I-I-I didn't mean anything by it. I just..." I was afraid Alan was going to hit me again. Instead, Alan laughed.

"You crack me up, Robbie. You really do." Alan downed the rest of his drink, He motioned the bartender for another drink. "Listen, relax, okay? I've never put my hand on a woman if she didn't consent to it."

Hearing that made me relax a little.

"I can see why you would think that. I do look like your typical wife beater, don't I? Believe it or not, I don't take any pleasure of hurting women. It's not a turn-on for me."

I let out a deep sigh, already assuming he's telling the truth.

"Well, that's not completely true. You'd be amazed how many beautiful women enjoy pain. In which case I'm happy to help with their selective pleasures."

It wasn't that hard to imagine Alan playing the dominant role, having his way with a beautiful woman. I couldn't help but picture Alexis as his sub, bound helplessly, begging him to use her. I shook my head to clear those thoughts.

"Okay, fine," I said. "So what's next then?"

Alan's response was taking out one small white pill and placing it in the middle of the table.

"That's what's next."

I looked at it and only one thing came to mind.

"Your plan is to drug her? How's that not rape? Just because she's not fighting back doesn't mean it's not rape."

"You don't have to school me what does and doesn't constitute rape. And if you take that tone with me again, I'm gonna shove this glass so far up your ass, you'll be shitting broken glass for weeks!" Alan whispered angrily.

I look down at the table in guilt.

"Now stop fucking interrupting me, and just listen! This drug is not a roofie nor any kind of drug that knocks people out."

He picked up the pill holding it between his index finger and thumb.

"This right here is the future. I won't tell you what it's called. For your own safety, really. If you decide to google the name, you'll find some very unpleasant people from the government showing up at your doorstep, asking you what you know about this drug."

"What does it do?"

"In a nutshell? It heightens a person's susceptibility for a certain period of time. It's very complicated. Even I don't know the full scientific terminology for it. All I know is what it does."

"So how is this going to help you?"

"Us. Help us. We're in this together, man. Don't you forget."

I hate how he talks like I want any part of this.

"Anyway, whoever takes this pill, is an open book for any ideas. So let's say Alexis takes this pill, whoever is around her can give her ideas of things to do. If it's a small idea she'll perform it rather quickly, but if it's an absurd idea, it will take longer before she caves."

I tried processing what Alan just said. It sounds like a weapon secret agents use in movies.

"You mean mind control? That's a mind-control drug?"

"Not exactly. You can't just make anyone do anything. Let's say you take one, and I say, 'hey, you ever wanted to suck cock before?'. At first, you'll say, 'no.' But if you keep taking this drug and I keep bringing up the idea of you blowing another guy, your defense will break down until you have no inhibitions on sucking cock. You see what I mean?"

The waitress brought another glass of alcohol to Alan and me. Alan accepted them gladly. I was still stuck on Alan's scenario. It disturbed me greatly that such a drug could exist. And what's worse is that guy like Alan had access to it. Who knows what serious irreparable damage he can cause? A pill that could make anybody do anything they want them to. It was insane. What kind of people would make this drug? It's something that could be used for warfare. Not convincing a married woman to step out on her marriage for a one-night stand!

"Have you given this to, Alexis?"

"Not yet. Now, not a good time. She's too upset because of you." Alan took a swig of his drink. I still haven't touched mine. "No, I think I'll let you do the honors. Since she is your wife and all."

"Me? I don't want to drug my wife."

"I'm afraid you have to, pal. Normally, I wouldn't give anyone this drug, but we have a deadline. You two leave in six days, so I'll be needing your help to drug Alexis so that we move things in a faster pace."

Now he's making me drug my wife? This is going too far now. Blackmail or no blackmail.

"But what if this stuff makes her sick?"

Alex rolled his eyes in annoyance.

"There are no negative side effects. She won't get sick. It's odorless and undetectable if she takes a blood or urine test. It's perfection."

I knew I was already going to have to go through with this, but I still wanted to argue against it.

"Try to give this drug to her when she's not around other people. It might not be a good idea for more than one person to give her suggestions. Probably wouldn't end well."

"I just don't feel right drugging Alexis. My wife. If you do this, that means you didn't get her on your own. You had help. You need this pill to sleep with my wife. That'll always be in the back of your mind."

I thought for sure he was going to hit me or yell at me again. But he didn't. Instead, he just smiled.

"I don't care. It isn't so much as sleeping with another man's wife that gets me off. Being with a beautiful woman is a bonus for me. No, I get off humiliating people like you."

I didn't know what to say to that. He took another swig from his drink before talking again.

"I can get any woman I want. It's not a challenge for men like me. Point one out to me, and I'll have her screaming for God in five minutes.But what really gets me off, what gets me harder than steel, is knowing the husband knows I'm fucking his wife and there isn't a damn thing they can do about it. That kind of power is addicting."

Alan was more screwed up than I thought. It didn't have to be me. It could've been anyone. I was just at the right place at the right time.

"I don't believe you deserve a woman like Alexis. Hell, no. That kind of thing pisses me off. To see an ugly, weakling who calls himself 'a man,' be with a beautiful woman is a crime against humanity. So think of me as the police, bringing justice back into the world."

"But you don't even know her. It's not just about looks. We love each other. It's deeper than vanity."

"That doesn't matter to me. This is the jungle. The stronger and smarter primate will always prevail no matter what. Love has nothing to with anything about survival of the fittest."

I was speechless. He was a lunatic. No sane person would have that way of thinking. Why does he care who ends up with who? He should mind his own damn business!

"If I had my way, I'd hook you up with a fat, ugly bitch, who has no respect for you, but pities you because she knows you haven't been with a woman...yeah..."

I could tell Alan was starting to get a little drunk.

"This is for your own good, Robbie. You know you don't deserve to be with Alexis, right?" Alan asked me genuinely.

"Yes," I said meekly. I hate to say it, but there was some truth behind my answer. Alexis is too good to be true. I guess fate slipped up and sent Alan to correct it. How cruel life can be.

"Good. Then I know you'll give her that pill, and start planting the idea of sleeping with me, to fulfill your fantasy of being a cuckold. Got it?"

I nodded.

"I want to hear you say it," he ordered me.

"After I make Alexis take the pill, I'm going to start suggesting she sleeps with you, to fulfill my fantasy of being a cuckold."

I said it like I was in a trance. It felt like a bad dream.

"And why would you do that?"

I knew what he wanted me to say next.

"Because...because I don't deserve to be with a woman like Alexis."

Alan was all smiles.

"Couldn't have said it better myself!" He down the rest of his drink in one gulp. "Damn, that's good! Make sure you don't let that go to waste," he said referring to my own drink.

Alan reached into his pocket and took out a clear bag of more of those special pills. He had a lot!

"I'm going to give you 10 pills. That should be enough. I'll be giving her more when she's with me. It's best to break the pill and empty the drug in one of her drinks. It won't leave any evidence behind, but make sure she doesn't see you."

"You're going to give her those pills too? Won't she overdose?"

"Nope! You can't with these. Another great feature. Anyway, I'm gonna get going. It's getting late. Who knows? Maybe we won't need the pills and your wife is waiting for me on my king-size bed naked! Wouldn't that be something? Have a good night, Robbie."

He left me there with an untouched drink and 10 pills for me to use to drug my wife. He's so sure I would use it. Because he knows I have no choice.

I gulped my strong drink down, put the pills in my pocket, and headed back to my room.

I woke up to someone saying my name.

It was Alexis. She came back.

"Alexis?"

"Yeah, it's me."

"What time is it?"

"It's almost 12 in the afternoon."

I sat up, rubbing my tired eyes awake.

"Where did you go?" Pretending not to know.

"I told you, I was getting another room to stay in, after what you said last night."

Why did she lie? Was she afraid to tell me she slept in a room with another man? I kept up the charade.

"Oh, yeah. I'm glad you're back though."

"Me, too. I had a hard time sleeping last night. Did a lot of thinking. I think I owe you an apology."

Not what I was expecting.

"Really?" I asked.

"Yeah, I thought about everything that has happened and I realize it's mostly my fault."

Now I was really curious to hear her explanation.

"How so?"

"We started fighting the moment you mentioned about your fantasy about seeing me with another man. And...I may have blown it up more than I should've"

Wow, she was taking some of the blame. Didn't think I would be off the hook this easily.

"Well, I did mention it at the worst time." I tried taking some of the blame back.

"True, but you were opening up to me something very personal, and I should've been more understanding."

"I shouldn't have said anything in the first place. You're perfect." I leaned in for a kiss which she happily returned.

"Thank you for being so understanding," she said.

"Thank YOU for being so understanding," I replied.

We both hugged for what felt like forever. It felt good to hold her like that again. Another moment, where I forgot the dilemma I was in. But just for a moment.

"I'm in the mood for some coffee. Do you want some?" I offered.

"No, that's okay. Did you want to get lunch at the buffet?"

"No, I just want to relax for a little bit here before we start our day. Is that alright?"

"Yeah, sure. I actually planned our day already. You remember Alan?"

My heart sank hearing my wife say his name.

"Yeah?"

"He's going to take us to do fun activities the Resort has to offer. I thought I saw the best there was yesterday, but according to Alan, there is better stuff to do!"

"Oh okay, sounds like it could be fun."

I made my way to the Keurig and poured myself some coffee. I was trying to think what could I offer her to drink so I could pour the drug in.

"Babe?" Alexis said from our bedroom.

"Yeah?"

"There's a fruity drink I got yesterday, in the fridge. Could you give it to me, please?"

Thank God.

"Sure thing, hon'."

I split one of the pills in half carefully letting it spill in the drink. I used the straw that was already in it to stir it up really well. Alan said it was undetectable, but one can never be too sure.

Satisfied the drug was mixed in well with her drink, I carried her spiked drink in one hand, and my coffee in the other, to the bedroom.

She was sitting down on the edge of the bed with her legs crossed, typing away on her phone. I didn't notice the dress she was wearing. I know this dress well because it's one of my favorites. The top of the dress ended almost covering the top part of her dress which went around her back. It was a little tight so the top of her boobs would bulge, look like it's about to spill out.

"Here you go, babe." I handed the drink to her.

"Thank you," she took it showing thanks.

"Who are you texting?"

"Alan. He's wondering when we should meet him. I really like him. He's a good guy. He and I have so much in common, which is a huge relief. I thought I've known guys like him my whole life. I was waiting for him to hit on me or put his hands on me but he never did."