PixieDust (closed for Alice)

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Things had been going quite well for Tommy McBride lately. The unassuming college student, a chemistry major and bit of a nerd, had concocted a very potent aphrodisiac drug. Demand quickly skyrocketed, and Tommy wasn't sure just what to make of it. He couldn't realistically produce a lot of the stuff by himself.

But, he could produce enough...

It was a mixture of cocaine, MDMA, marijuana, and Viagra. The real trick was in the compound that he used to mix it all together, which heightened significantly the effects of each drug, while fusing them together. Realistically, it meant that small amounts of those illicit drugs would be worth a lot more and go a lot farther. It created a potent sex-trip effect, lowering inhibitions while raising sensual awareness. All those effects were amplified when the pill was ground up and snorted.

Tonight, there was a big party, one of the frat houses. It was Halloween, the ideal setting for him to sell his little sex pills, as it was a simple thing to slip through the crowd, whisper offerings, and slip pills in pockets for twenty dollar bills. Even better to be anonymous, costumed, masked. This particular batch of the drug, which had garnered the nickname "Pixie", was quite potent. Tommy was proud of his concoction, and couldn't wait to see the drug do its dirty work.

He wasn't a big bulky athlete, but he wasn't a pudgy nerd, either. Just an average, fit college dude. He didn't stand out in the crowd, which was a good thing, when all he wanted to do was blend in. His hair was maybe a bit on the shaggy side. He was taller than most of the girls, but not the other guys. Being Halloween, he was in costume, a Mad-Hatter-esque ensemble of old-style suit and top hat, with a Phantom of the Opera mask to conceal his face.

It didn't take long for him to get rid of most of the pills he brought with him as he moved through the party. He didn't really know a lot of people there, but that didn't really matter. He was hoping to find an adventurous lady or two to share his last few pills with...

 

[Alice2015]

As Alice moved through the online magazine's newsroom -- little more than a small room in a small office -- she garnered high fives and hoots from her fellow bloggers. Her recent story about the Mayor's ties to a wealthy CEO who'd been using his corporate connections to hide drug profits had resulted inn the politician's resignation ... due to health reasons, the press release claimed.

She plopped down in the huge bean bag chair she'd rescued from a Salvation Army and thrashed all fours about as she screamed in delight. As GotchaGood's Editor in Chief moved to stand over her, Alice was beaming from ear to ear. "Got him, boss. Just like the mast head says."

"First, I'm not your boss," Cathy reminded her. The bloggers were independents, entirely responsible for choosing, chasing down, and writing their own stories, so long as they stuck within the rules and laws of traditional reporting. "And second, we don't have a mast head because we aren't a newspaper."

Alice laughed and thrashed again, the little girl escaping from her barely 21 year old body. "Be happy for me!"

"I am very happy for you," the older and infinitely more wiser woman who had 25 years in news, television, and now online journalism told her. "But you have a new story that you should be working on. One with an expiration date. You don't have time to sit on your laurels."

Cathy jerked her thumb over her shoulder, then walked away. Alice spent the next several minutes basking in the glory of her fellow bloggers as they offered their congratulations. Then, knowing that the editor was correct, headed home to get ready for a working party.

Contacts of hers at the local university had told her of a new rape drug hitting the campus. She'd asked around a bit, only to get different descriptions of the new pill. Some said it was a form of Ecstasy, while others -- guys, of course -- told her it was an incredible version of Viagra that not only got you stiff but made you a fuck all the girls would want.

Alice wanted to know the truth, because that was what she did. She didn't know whether this was a story for GotchaGood, which focused primarily upon supposedly good people doing bad things. The worst that could happen was she had fun at a party: have a couple of beers, do a little dancing, flirt with the college men and tease the high school boys, a handful of which always snuck in to see what their college years had in store for them.

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It was a costume party, though, something Alice hadn't known until she called Ellie, her best friend, fellow partier, and wingman -- or was it wing-woman when she was about to dive into drug related stories. Unlike the DEA or Vice, reporters working on such stories weren't prohibited from sampling the contraband about which they were writing. Alice wasn't an idiot, though, and never partook of drugs without her most trusted sidekick close at hand.

Ellie had no ideas for Alice when it came to a costume, however, so the two of them dug through the blogger's closet looking for anything that might pass as an intentional costume. Ellie was the one who found the devil horns and trident left over from a Halloween a decade earlier, as Alice was digging through her underthings dresser and located the outfit to go with them.

And five minutes later, Alice was turning left and right, then around to check out her tight ass in her costume.

"Angel on the inside," Ellie snickered, "Devil on the outside."

They laughed, finished dressing Ellie in her Sexy Raggedy Ann costume, then headed out to the party.

Twenty minutes later, the pair were weaving through the thick crowd with plastic cups of draught as Alice made the less than secret gesture to some of the usual suspects that indicated she was looking for something a little more intense than beer.

 

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Alice's costume

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The redheaded devil with the piercing blue eyes caught Tommy's eye as soon as he saw her. Slender and busty, and not afraid to flaunt the goods, apparently. Tommy smirked. That's what Halloween was for, right?

What's more, she was subtly offering up a signal that she was on the hunt for PixieDust. Tommy had already sold off most of his evening's supply; now it was time to enjoy himself. He had just locked his profits away in his car and made his way back into the party. A DJ was spinning records, and it was dark save for the flashing dancing colored lights. As Tommy, the Mad Hatter, made his way towards the sexy red devil, he noticed the fruits of his labors all around. Couples dancing sexy on each other. Couples making out on sofas. The sexual energy permeating the air was palpable; he could see it in the eyes of guys and girls he had already hooked up with his potent little pills.

He took a drink of the beer in his red plastic dixie cup. He had yet to take his own pill for the evening, as he'd yet to find a suitable partner in crime. As he savored the view of the buxom red-head, he was certain, though, that all that was about to change. Something about her seemed oddly familiar, but he couldn't place it. A girl he'd had a class with during his undergrad years, perhaps? Probably.

"Sweet party, huh?" he asked her as he came up to her. The smell of burning marijuana wafted over them, and Tommy chuckled behind his mask. "If you're looking for something stronger than that beer, I'm afraid the guy who was selling the good stuff just left a little bit ago. Lucky for you, I picked up an extra dose..."

 

[Alice2015]

(OOC: I edited the last of my previous to incorporate Ellie, the costume, and more. If you are following along with us, read from the >>> to see the changes and additions.)

Alice and Ellie were staying close -- wing-woman and all -- until suddenly a young man threw himself at Raggedy Ann, kissing her full on the lips as he wrapped his hands around her body and, with one hand, grasped a firm buttock.

Alice's first instinct was, of course, to smack the guy upside the head before screaming over the music, "Hands to yourself, dickhead!"

But when the two pulled their heads apart, Alice laughed in embarrassment at the sight of the senior her friend had been trying for months to land. The Engineering Major hadn't shown any interest in the younger Science Major, but suddenly things had apparently changed. Alice wouldn't realize until it was too late that the man's sudden urge to have the woman he's spurned for so long was due to the same drug she was here to investigate.

The three chatted for a bit, but it was obvious that the guy wanted to get Ellie alone. Alice pulled her close and said over the music, "You're supposed to be my wingman. I can't investigate a story on drugs without you there."

"You mean you can't do the drugs without me there!" Ellie corrected.

She pleaded with Alice to just have fun tonight and leave the story until another night. After Ellie finally got a reluctant okay from Alice, she planted a wet, passionate kiss on her friend's mouth for the benefit of the men wondering Are they or aren't they? and disappeared with her friend for a more private location.

"Sweet party, huh?"

Alice turned to find the Mad Hatter standing before her, doing his best to talk to her over the booming music. She agreed, and after she began to sip at her beer, then sneered, Tommy chuckled from behind his mask.

"If you're looking for something stronger than that beer, I'm afraid the guy who was selling the good stuff just left a little bit ago. Lucky for you, I picked up an extra dose..."

She studied the young man for a moment, smiling slightly. She wasn't sure whether or not he was talking about Pixie Dust. But did it really matter? The same guy who was selling weed or coke or Ecstasy was probably the same guy selling this new drug, right? The worst that could happen by buddying up to this guy was she learned nothing at all, while the best that could happen was she made a connection to the dealer, and possibly even the cook.

Alice had no way of knowing, of course, that Tommy was both.

She looked around for Ellie, even though she knew the girl was long gone. She looked back to Tommy, smiling a bit broader as she said, "I would love it, but ... I don't normally indulge with guys I don't know."

 

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Tommy smirked a bit, removing his hat and mask, and bowing theatrically deep before her. "I'm Tommy McBride," he said as he came back up, replacing the hat upon his head and tossing the mask aside, no longer requiring his anonymity now that sales were concluded.

He sidled up next to her, an arm slipping around behind her. "How about we get our drinks refilled and get to know each other better," he suggested.

"Do you have a name? Or am I just dancing with the devil tonight?" he asked as he led her back towards the toga-clad frat boys manning the beer kegs. He couldn't help but gather a glance or three down towards her abundantly displayed cleavage, and every look at her goods caused the pills in his pocket to burn a bit hotter. He was eager to see just what this little ginger devil would do once she was buzzing along on Pixie.

 

[Alice2015]

"Do you have a name? Or am I just dancing with the devil tonight?"

Alice laughed at Tommy's line. She'd been here just twenty minutes, and four men had already made some quip about her devilish costume, yet Tommy's was the only one that had made her laugh.

"Amy ... Amy Green," she lied as he led her back towards the beer kegs. Alice used her real name in her blog, but as she didn't post pictures of herself on any of the usual social networking sites, few people knew who she was in reality. She thanked the boys with the beer and said, "How about we go to the porch? Fresh air ... quiet..."

She smirked and reminded Tommy of his earlier question by finishing, "...get to know one another better."

Outside, Alice took a big drink of the beer, unconcerned about getting drunk to fast. The beers she'd been offered by guys earlier had been inconspicuously dumped into a variety of planters as she and Ellie walked about. She waited for a couple near them to wander back inside for more beer before asking quite bluntly, "So ... Pixie Dust, I'm assuming...? Where do you get it? You know ... in case I want to get some for our next get together, Tommy."

Alice was doing what Ellie called Turning on the flirt. It usually worked. Of course, she had no idea that the dealer after whom she was chasing was standing right before her.

 

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Tommy followed her out to the back porch, which left them alone once another couple went to refill their drinks. However, "Amy" skipped the small talk and went right to the crux of the matter, asking about PixieDust.

Tommy smirked, raising an eyebrow at her forward question. Pixie was his most well-guarded secret. No one knew he was the cook. There were a few buddies of his who would sometimes sell the stuff for him when he brewed fresh batches, but even they were clueless as to the source of it. He always told them he was getting a "shipment from New York".

In a way, it was good to not be popular. He was nobody, just a chemistry grad student.

"You know, it's funny you ask," he said, sipping his beer. "I've been trying to find the guy, cuz I'd like more too. But it seems like it's the kind of thing that just shows up at parties every once in a while. Makes for a helluva good time though," he said.

"Is this your first time with Pixie?" he asked, probing. "Most people who've had it before are pretty eager to get it again..."

 

[Alice2015]

]"You know, it's funny you ask ... I've been trying to find the guy, cuz I'd like more too. But it seems like it's the kind of thing that just shows up at parties every once in a while. Makes for a helluva good time though."

Needless to say, that was disappointing to Alice. she wasn't a casual drug user, looking for a hit to improve her party experience. She was an ambitious investigative reporter, albeit for a still up and coming online blog; and she was out to make her name at GotchaGood to move on to bigger and better things.

"Is this your first time with Pixie?" he asked, probing. "Most people who've had it before are pretty eager to get it again..."

"It's addictive then?" she asked, doing her own bit of probing. She donned a concerned smile, wanting Tommy to believe the question was coming from a worried young coed, not that ambitious reporter. "I mean, I wouldn't want to get hooked on anything."

 

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Tommy gave her a soft smile, as he lit up a cigarette on the back porch. "Addictive? Shit, I don't know. I don't think so." Tommy took her response to understand that she had not, in fact, sampled Pixie before.

"I mean, I've only done it a few times. And while every time has been... Amazing... I certainly didn't wake up the next morning craving another hit, if that's what you mean." He took a drag on his cigarette and blew the smoke up in the air.

"But, you know, it's not for everyone." Tommy took another, final drag on his smoke and flicked it away into the yard. "You kinda gotta be in the right frame of mind to properly enjoy it. You know... open to new experiences. Ready to shed some inhibitions. If you're scared... Well, you might wanna just smoke a joint or something instead." He finished his beer.

 

[Alice2015]

"It's not about being scared," Alice said. She didn't know how to explain that she didn't experiment with new drugs without feeling secure, and with Ellie off with her new beau making out and creaming her panties, Alice was at a dead end with her investigation into Pixie Dust.

She stood and casually looked about, more to delay action than anything else, then said, "I want to do this, but ... with my friend. You may have noticed her ... the Raggedy Ann with the nice ass cheeks hanging out of her panties."

Alice hoped that comment might make Tommy think a threesome was ahead, particularly when she turned her own barely draped ass his way and wiggled it at him. She laughed and headed for the frat house's back door, stopping suddenly and waggling her hand to him invitingly.

"C'mon," she said, letting her gaze drop to his groin area for a short but conspicuous moment before adding with a sly smirk, "Or ... are you afraid."

 

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When the Devil mentioned her friend, the slutty-looking Raggedy Ann, Tommy recalled vividly seeing them across the way, kissing passionately before Raggedy Ann headed off with another guy. A guy that Tommy knew he had sold a dose of Pixie to earlier that evening.

"Oh I'm not scared of you, Devil," Tommy said with a smirk, giving her ass a playful swat as they stepped back into the frat house in search of her friend. With a wink, he slipped his hand into hers, taking a hold of her to guide her, their fingers interlacing. "I think I've got an extra pill for your friend," he mentioned, as they moved through the kitchen and into the larger party in the living room.

There was, however, no sign of Raggedy Ann. There was a stairway leading upstairs, as well as to a basement game room, and a couple of hallways branched off the living room. People were coming and going from all of those areas, so it was hard to tell where to start looking.

Suddenly, though, Tommy spotted the tiny blue dress and white panties heading up the stairs and disappearing down the hallway. "There she is!" he said, squeezing "Amy's" hand and pulling her along towards the stairs. The pungent aroma of burning weed wafted over them from the basement as they got to the stairs. "She went up here," Tommy said.

 

[Alice2015]

Alice curled around Tommy, taking the lead. They passed one open door after another, the frat brothers' bedrooms, where a multitude of young men and women were drinking, smoking, making out, and even more. Alice discovered Ellie's location not by finding her but by hearing her unmistakable laugh. She tugged on Tommy's hand, saying, "This way."

They found Raggedy Ann and not the Engineering Major Ellie had run off with but another guy who was dressed as Uncle Pennybags. Alice asked Tommy to give her a second, snatched Ellie from the corner of the room where she was just getting ready to get comfortable with the Monopoly game icon, and pulled her away into the bathroom connecting this room to another.

"What're you doing?" Alice asked, concerned.

"What...?" Ellie giggled playfully, taking Alice's cheeks into her hands and kissing her full on the lips. "It's a party!"

"Are you high?" Alice asked, checking Ellie's eyes for signs that she was on something.

"High on life!"

"What did you take?"

"Nothing!" Ellie responded, her tone seeming genuine to Alice. "I'm just happy--"

"Where'd that other guy go, the one from--"

"Loooooo-serrrrr," Ellie said. "He kissed like my little brother."

"Like you would know," Alice laughed, looking back over her shoulder to ensure that Tommy was staying put. She smiled to him and lifted a finger in a wait one gesture.

"I would!" Ellie said, laughing hysterically. She tried to pull away from Alice to return to her newer beau, and when Alice held her back, she said, "C'mon! You found a guy. Have some fun."

"I'm on a story, remember?"

"No, you're not!" Ellie countered.

When Alice studied her for a moment, wondering what the girl meant, Ellie opened her clenched hand to show the tiny plastic bag with the already crushed pill in it. "Is that...?"

"Pixie!" Ellie confirmed. "And I'm going to take it. Either that, or you are. One of us is going to get high and have some fun."

"You're supposed to be my wing--"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah ... I know!" Ellie said, pressing the baggie into Alice's palm. "That's why I'm going to give you the Dust ... and let you snort it. You've done it before, used the drugs you were investigating. So ... you snort this, see what it's all about ... I'll stay clean tonight, get some another night."

The two studied one another for a moment, and although this was not the way Alice liked to do things, she could see that Ellie was serious about the you or me threat.

"You'll stay straight?" Alice asked.

"As an arrow!"

Alice looked at the baggy for a moment, contemplating. Ellie was right: she'd tried each of the drugs she'd investigated at least once, knowing that she couldn't write a totally informed story without having done so. She looked back at Tommy again, then at the baggie.

When she remembered that the Mad Hatter had claimed he had his own Pixie Dust pills, Alice decided to keep this one, maybe for pics for the blog. She realized she had no where to hide it in her Devil costume -- hell, she could barely hide the body parts it was covering -- so she stuffed it inside the pocket of Ellie's costume and threatened, "If that baggie isn't still full when I look for it tomorrow..."

"As an arrow," Ellie repeated.

Alice kissed Ellie on the cheek, saying, "Stay close! You're still my--"

"Wingman!" Ellie cut her off. "I'll be in the corner getting my tits groped."

The two laughed, knowing full well that that was likely to be happening soon, if not more. Alice turned and returned to Tommy, moving up close enough to put her lips near his ear and her hands landed on his waist. "Pixie it is ... but ... here ... near my friend."

She pulled back to look into his eyes. "Okay?"

 

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Tommy nodded to her as "Amy" went off to pull her friend away from Mister Gropey Moneybags in the corner, and the pair went off to the bathroom to talk.

It was a curious exchange. There was a kiss between the two girls. Tommy felt a familiar rush of blood to his loins when he saw that, piquing his curiosity at just how this evening would end. He leaned against the wall, keeping the girls in the bathroom in view, though they were too far away for him to hear what they were saying.

He did, however, see Raggedy Ann produce the bag of powder... something. And confirmation came across her lips: "Pixie". He looked away. He hadn't sold Pixie to Raggedy Ann earlier, and so he was wondering where she got it. The Monopoly Guy? Maybe. He didn't recall selling any to him, either. Or was there someone else at the party peddling drugs and calling it Pixie when it was nothing of the sort?

That would be bad for business.

He filed the thought away for now, not sure just how to go about researching it, or what he would do if his fears were confirmed. "Amy" returned to him shortly, her lips breathing agreement to try Pixie near his ear as her hands found his hips.

He smiled a dark smile back to her, nodding. He pulled out his clear plastic bag with the pills; four of them remained. "It's more fun to snort," he suggested, nodding back towards the bathroom as somewhere private they could indulge.

 

[Alice2015]

[QUOTE"It's more fun to snort..."[/QUOTE]

"Okay," Alice said without hesitation. As they headed off toward the bathroom, she eyed Ellie, who was already hunched down in the corner of the bedroom with the guy whose hands were already up her blouse. As Ellie gave her friend a thumbs up, Alice spoke in a volume too low for the girl to hear, "Straight as an arrow!"

Ellie nodded ... not caring ... as the Pixie Dust that she'd slipped out of the Engineering loser's pocket earlier in the evening -- and which she'd snorted with the Monopoly man upon arriving in the bedroom -- was already beginning to have its affect on her.



In the bathroom, Alice watched Tommy with great interest. It was obvious that he'd used Pixie Dust or possibly other such drugs before. He emptied the capsules and cut the lines, then began explaining to her in great -- and somewhat scary -- detail what the drug was going to do to her body and mind.

 

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Tommy shut the bathroom door behind them and set about preparing their lines; emptying the capsule pills of their powder, spread out on the bathroom countertop. A credit card deftly raking the powder back and forth and across, until it was evenly distributed, and then he carefully split the powder up into four equal lines, two for each of them.

As he rolled up the twenty-dollar bill, he explained just what would happen. "So, this Pixie, to me, seems like a mix of coke and X and viagra, or something. The first thing it does is wake you up, and quick, like a hundred cups of coffee all at once to the dome. It's probably gonna burn a bit going up your nose, but it'll wear off quick. Euphoria, but talkative, happy, will set in. You'll begin to feel the world around you differently, more intensely. Your whole body will radiate energy. And all the while... Your pussy will be soaked. My cock will get hard... and stay that way. The sensations will only grow more intense over the next, oh, three hours or so, and then it'll wear off. Although I've found that intermittent weed smoking will help the effects last longer."

He looked into her eyes. "It'll hit you pretty quick. If your panties ain't soaked inside of five minutes, I'll eat my hat!" He smirked, and offered her the straw. "Still down? Last chance to run away."

 

[Alice2015]

"Your pussy will be soaked. My cock will get hard...

When Tommy reached the part about how long it lasted, Alice recalled the Viagra commercial's warnings, laughing, "Seek medical attention for erections lasting longer than four hours, huh?"

Tommy continued with his explanation, ending with...

"Still down? Last chance to run away."

"I don't run," she said with feigned confidence, stepping forward to take the rolled dollar bill straw. She said wryly, "What's the worst that can happen...? I get high and have fun, right?"

The worst that could happen, of course, was that she got brutally raped and didn't remember a thing ... or even worse, remembered every thing.

The smart girl inside her told her to run. This was how young women got into trouble. There was only one reason guys offered free drugs to girls: to get them out of their panties. And Alice wasn't naïve or ignorant enough to not think that was Tommy's goal, even if as he'd explained how Pixie Dust would make her want to have sex, he never actually said he wanted to have sex with her.

Alice had never found herself in the troubled situations that many young women had because she'd always been careful. She was smart, she was wise, and when she did do something like this, she never did it without her best friend, Ellie, at her side ... sober.

And as far as Alice knew, Ellie was still sober. She was hot and bothered and likely getting felt up out beyond the bathroom door, but she'd sworn that she would remain straight as an arrow for her friend's benefit.

And it wasn't like Alice was alone with Tommy in a back campus alley or dark park. There were dozens, even hundreds of people here; and while most of them were drinking or smoking or snorting, Alice knew that if Tommy tried something she didn't like -- even while high -- all she had to do was scream and several bulky football player types would come to her rescue and throw her molester out the second story window.

She lowered her head to the counter and with two seemingly skilled inhalations, drew the Pixie Dust into her nose. She wiped at her nostrils and turned around to face Tommy, handing him the straw to consume his own two lines.

The man had been right: it burned a bit going up, but the feeling went quickly away as the first effects of the Dust struck her. Alice's brain spun a bit, as if standing too quickly and suffering a major head rush. The lights of the bathroom seemed to brighten, the temperature seemed to drop -- causing her entire body to explode in goose flesh -- and yet the heat in her body seemed to be noticeably rising, causing her nipples to harden so severely that she found herself looking down, wondering whether they'd exploded.

"Let's go outside," she said, opening the bathroom door and rather unsteadily heading out into the crowded bedroom to find Ellie while. More to herself than to Tommy, Alice said, "I gotta find my wingman."

It wouldn't occur to Alice until the next day that she never actually saw Tommy take his own Pixie Dust.

Out in the bedroom, Alice found her friend straddling Uncle Pennybag's now nude body -- except for the Raggedy Ann panties atop his head -- rocking to and fro as her cries of pleasure built slowly upwards. Ellie didn't normally do shit like this: she was a flirt and liked to show off her great body, but she didn't partake of PDAs, let alone outright fuck a stranger in a crowded bedroom of other strangers.

Alice's heart jumped as she realized that Ellie likely had taken Pixie, too, or -- worse yet -- had had it slipped to her. Alice couldn't have Ellie high and herself high at the same time. One of them had to have her head about her.

But ... of course ... that was information ... received a bit too late ... because ... the effects of the Pixie ... Dust ... were seriously ... starting ... to hit ... Alice. She raised her hands to her belly, then caressed them upwards to her breasts. She drew a sudden breath, releasing it in a sign of pleasure as her fingers passed over her over-sensitive nipples.

Her heart was pounding, her chest was heaving, and she could feel the wetness of her pussy flooding the costume's panties. You gotta leave, she told herself. This is bad. Alice had enough of her conscious logic available to her to know that she'd fucked up and needed to bring this to a quick conclusion. If she stayed around here any longer, she was going to do something wrong or -- worse still -- let someone do something wrong to her.

She looked to Tommy, who had caught up with her in the bedroom, and grasped at his arm. "Get me out of here, please. Now. I have a car outside ... down the street."

She may have thought she was thinking sensibly, but Alice was missing two important facts: one, she couldn't very well drive in her condition; and two, she was asking for help from the very man who had put her in this condition.

 

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Tommy watched as the red-headed devil snorted her lines. Her reaction was swift, and indubitably intense. She practically stumbled out of the bathroom, and Tommy choked back a laugh. He shook his head and pulled out his iPhone from the front breast pocket of his jacket. The top of the smart phone had been peaking out, and unbeknownst to his erstwhile female companion, had been recording video of their time together. In fact, he had excellent footage of "Amy" snorting her lines. He smirked to himself as he stopped the recording, saved it, quickly snorted his own two lines, and then started it again, placing it back in his jacket pocket where it did its dirty work.

The Pixie hit him, but not nearly as hard as it had Amy. Of course, this was due in part to his being a good sixty pounds heavier than she was, but also in large part to the fact that he had developed quite the tolerance for the drug. The effects still worked their magic, but more gradually. He looked in the mirror and cleaned the dust off his nose, licking the remnant particles off his finger before returning to the near-orgy situation in the bedroom.

Amy found him quickly, hanging on him, practically in a panic. He noted with amusement that her friend was now quite naked and quite literally fucking her guy in the corner.

"I really don't think you should be driving on this stuff, sweetheart," Tommy said, pulling her close to him, her breasts pressing into his chest. "Let's get you some fresh air, huh? No need to panic." He pulled her back and looked into her eyes.

"You can trust me," he told her.

 

[Alice2015]

"You can trust me," he told her.

Alice wouldn't have believed that for a second, if her mind had been able to even consider such things. Her thinking process was gone, the Pixie Dust leaving her unable to concentrate on anything other than having a good time ... and being pleasured.

Even more than Ellie, though, Alice was a private person when it came to displays of affection. Dressing in the scanty devil's costume for a frat party was nothing. Alice loved to show off her beautiful figure. But when it came to letting some guy paw at it, she'd never been one to go much further than a hug or a light pat on the butt.

She needed privacy, because she was simply burning up inside. Tommy had been right when he'd said it would make her cream her panties. She'd never been so in need of release and satisfaction as she was right now. Where's a vibrator when you need one? she thought, suddenly laughing to Tommy for no apparent reason.

He was standing close to Alice, his hand on her waist, and her might began to shift quickly from the idea of a humming dildo on her clit to a thrusting cock in her pussy. She moved close to him and planted a hard, passionate, open mouthed kiss on the young man before pulling her face back and saying loud enough for others to hear, "Find a quiet place where we can fuck, Tommy."

 

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"Find a quiet place where we can fuck, Tommy."

Tommy was a bit shocked by the sudden kiss, although certainly was not unappreciative. Her request, though, took him totally by surprise. Certainly, he'd seen Pixie turn a shy girl into a wanton whore on at least a few occasions, but never quite so quickly had a woman gone from nervous to fuck-me-now.

His mind raced. "Come on," he said, slipping his arm around behind her, giving her ass a hearty squeeze in passing, before leading her out of the bedroom. His cock was rapidly stiffening in his pants at her eagerness.

Unfortunately, finding a private place in this rollicking party quickly proved more difficult than he had anticipated. It seemed every room they came to was occupied by at least one couple, if not two or three, and at least two of the rooms had multi-partner fuckfests going on.

Tommy chuckled, leading Amy along back down the stairs.

This was clearly his finest batch of Pixie yet!

 

[Alice2015]

She couldn't wait...

Alice simply couldn't wait...

The Pixie Dust was simply rampaging through her system, and she didn't care whether she was alone with her favorite toy or on stage in Vegas fucking before a thousand Japanese tourists.

"Here," she said to Tommy, turning to him in the middle of the stair way and grasping at his costume's buttons, trying to remove his shirt. She kissed him, then bit at his neck playfully as she tried to loosen his belt, then grasped at his Wonderland, laughing. "Do me her, Hatter. Make me queen, right here and now."

She was simply gone, and if Tommy did nothing to stop her, she'd strip her pants down to his ankles, sit him back, and mount him here in front of everyone.

 

[StFornicate]

When her hand landed on his crotch, groping, he felt his member throb in appreciation. He was in shock at just how out of control she was. It was astonishing. He had sampled this batch when he finished it, and there were only a couple of possibilities as to this impressive result.

One, he had wildly underestimated the strength of this mixture, probably due to his own tolerance for the drug.

Or two, this particular woman was particularly susceptible to the brew.

Further experimentation was clearly in order here. He grasped her hand, firmly. "I'll fuck you in good time, missy, and when I'm damn good and ready. But you best stick next to me, unless you want a group of these frat guys to run a train on you." The words came out in a growl, more of a threat than a promise. Both, perhaps. He guided her hand back to his crotch as they stood on the stairwell, making sure she felt him from tip to base.

The look in her eyes told him she understood quite clearly just how well-endowed he was.

His own hand then went to the ruffly booty shorts she was wearing, fingers digging firmly between her smooth pale legs, finding her sopping jewel. "You're quite soaked through, aren't you?"

 

[Alice2015]

"Don't tease me, Tommy."

Alice's word's came out in a pleading tone. She was hurting. She needed him now. She needed someone now. She didn't really care who, she only care about when.

"Take me now ... soon..." she begged, pressing hard against him as she maneuvered his fingers into her thong and onto her wet lips. Up and down the staircase, young men and women alike were watching the spectacle, but Alice couldn't see them. She finished, "...or I'll find someone who will."

 

[StFornicate]

Even as his fingers dug past the red boyshorts and slipped inside her impossibly wet lips, he had half a mind to let her go on her merry way. But, his own cock was beginning to throb with needy desire, amplified by her pleading and cooing and the way she bucked her hips into his hand.

His fingers tore at the ruffled red bottoms she wore, ripping them and exposing her hungry cunt. He quickly unzipped his pants, and grasped the devil by her hips and spun her around.

He bent her forward and slapped her ass, a loud sound that only garnered them even more attention from the party-goers below. The whole party could see them there...

 

[Alice2015]

"Yes!" Alice hollered at the feel of the slap on her ass cheek. Such a thing was totally out of her character, but then ... she wasn't in character but way out of character. She looked out at the faces looking her way -- some shocked, some disgusted, some smiling in delight -- and hollered as if in command, "Fuck! Everyone ... fucks ... tonight!"

In the morning, Alice wouldn't even remember having said such a graphic, inappropriate thing. Her mind was so overwhelmed by the Pixie. It was like the 12 cylinders of a Jaguar engine firing at 5000 rpms but with half of the cylinders trying to move her in reverse while the others tried to push her in forward.

She half turned to look at Tommy, reached a hand up to his chest, and shoved him backward. He tried to keep his balance, but with his pants around his thighs, he went backward to the steps, landing on his bum. Alice laughed, fell back into his lap, and -- reaching back to grasp his shaft -- demanded, "Fuck me cowgirl, Hatter."

She turned to look down the staircase and maneuvered her ass about, repeating, "Fuck me!"

 

[StFornicate]

And who was he to deny the sexy devil such a simple request? He could feel her wet heat drooling onto his stiff dick. He grasped her hips as she ground her ass against him, his strong hands putting her into just the right position for him to thrust upwards...

He felt her pussy, so wet yet so tight, envelope his cock. "Ugh, God, fuck yes," he grunted loudly, groaning as he pushed his full impressive length up inside her.

"Ride it, cowgirl," he demanded, slapping her ass once more!