Janet kept her head between her knees a little longer than necessary. Alcohol and her sudden wicket thoughts of what Martin would be like in bed gave her the bravado of a little daring that she had never experienced before. She enjoyed having Martin look at her legs as she knew he was doing it but it couldn't hurt anything, and besides, she half giggled to herself, she was titillated by the cool air from the vents blowing around her opened thighs.
She had a smile on her face as she lifted her head up and exhaled. "I think they're gone," she said, waiting a moment to be sure. She purposely left her skirt high on her thighs. She enjoyed the cool air. She wasn't ashamed of feeling slightly excited, if only in thought. Why not? It can't hurt anything.
"Here, have a little of this," Martin said, pulling a flask from the glove compartment. "Martinis from the flask, ready to drink. I always mix some before I go out. It saves not only time, but a little money if I'm half-lit before I get to wherever I'm going."
Janet started to refuse, but changed her mind. So what, if I'm drunk, she thought. One or two more won't hurt. I'm not a child. I can hold my liquor as well as anyone.
She took the leather covered flask and put it to her lips, taking a full swallow, and strained not to start coughing. It tasted strange for a Martini, but she didn't dwell on it. She had no idea that Martin had fixed the bottle with something extra before coming to pick her up. He was well versed in aphrodisiacs. He had put just enough in so that they would not be affected too strongly… only enough to be suggestive. He would let the liquor and her disappointment with her husband do the rest.