Rico was hot and horny by the time he entered Club Salsa. He grabbed a
mojito and headed for the dance floor. It didn't take long for him to
pick his quarry. A couple of gringos were dancing poorly to the hot
music.
"Hey, I'm Rico, you two look like you're really trying to do the
samba. Mind if I give you a few pointers? Linda, dos mojitos por los
blancos!" he said coming up and putting his hands on the blonde guy's
shoulder, and the redheaded girl's bum.
*Oh, shit, it's my frat bro Mark and his girlfriend Tina* thought Tony
seeing the couple through Rico's eyes.
Rico's leering grin grew bigger, "Hey, Mark, Tina, my buddy Tony -
your frat bro - pointed you out. He had to leave. Hope I'm not too
forward. But serviously, I'd like to give you some pointers." Tony
felt Rico's pelvic thrust. He was standing behind Mark, so Mark
couldn't see what he was doing. "Ah, here's Linda with your mojitos."
"Oh, we were drinking Dos Equus, we probably shouldn't mix drinks,"
Mark said somewhat more relaxed, but still feeling odd with the
stranger's familiarity. Still if he was Tony's friend.
"Come on, try at least one. It'll loosen you up. You're way to stiff
on the dance floor," Rico said.
The glasses each contained a hefty dose of rohypnol/roofies, but Tony
wasn't in any position to warn his frat bro that Rico planned to
plough both Mark's and Tina's asses before the night was over.