Cynthia visits an adult theater

Didn't he know it! Cynthia had always been the picture of perfection, a sweet, innocent secretary. Rob had gotten to know her and had even bought her coffee on his monthly trips to sell equipment to her boss. When a friend had told him about the "special" pills he had brought back from Paris, he quietly calculated that Cynthia would be the perfect recipient of them.
His friend had told him of the pill's power. Once taken, a subliminal suggestion was planted in the person's brain. They went into a parallel state of sorts. They would seem normal to even the closest of friends. But when the special phrase was uttered by the "mentor" --- Rob in this case --- the victim would be under their spell for about two hours. Best yet, they wouldn't remember a thing about what they had done!
In the parking lot Rob knew the pills and his suggestions had been effective. She was on her way home when he called her cell phone and suggested she go to the adult movie theater. That she sit near a young man and become a wonton woman with him. She had, and the bathroom rendezvous was exciting to hear. He heard them getting it on and he knew she enjoyed it. Just as he had programmed. Just as the pills were designed. By consuming the pills, she had become under his spell, almost in a hypnotic trance. He still couldn't believe his magic words prompted such lewd behavior.
The two looked at each other, not knowing what to say. Finally, Rob asked Cynthia to go for a walk. She nodded yes, and they strolled around Main Street, talking about this and that but feeling a sort of tension between them. She knew he was married, he knew she was engaged, but nothing mattered as they walked.
Near the coffee shop he pulled her toward him and gently kissed her. Her kiss back was intense. "I am so hot for you. I know what you did back there, and it was awesome."
Cynthia was speechless. She was still on fire from her recent romp, and her thighs tingled, her breasts heaved.
He looked her in the eyes, and then quietly said. "I want you, now".
She smiled. "Where?" No question, she was still under the spell of the pills.
He looked around the street and led her toward an alley behind the local clothing store. There, with a small dumpster somewhat guarding a full few from the street, he leaned her again the building. At once he began fondling her tits, massaging them slowly, while he intensely kissed her.
The two began grinding midsections and their desire overcame any thought of modesty or discovery. Cynthia moaned as he opened two buttons of her blouse and reached inside to get a passionate grip on her heaving breasts.
She felt so wanton in the alley, cum slipping out of her hot wet pussy from Rick while Rob was rubbing her tits. Soon, he hand left her tits and made it's way under her skirt and slowly, tantalizingly, up her creamily wet, sticky thighs. Soon it reached her wet pussy, and began stroking it.
It didn't take much, and soon Cynthia came...again. Two men in two unusual locations in view of others, all in less than an hour and a half. She hadn't been with two men all year and now in a matter of 90 minutes she had.
Rob wasn't done with the woman, and despite their location he wanted more.
Once her breathing got somewhat back to normal, her mind told her to drop to her knees. She unzipped his fly, pulled his hard dick out of his pants, and began to suck the tip of the long, slim cock. He oohed as she licked it, and moaned as she began sucking it. It wasn't as big as Rick's, but it was longer.