White Heat (closed for StFornicate)

[SteelAntlers]

My name is Meadow Lisabetta, and I was a first-year law student with a heart of gold, and a body of liquid silver. All my life, I had aspired to be a figure of justice, someone who protected those around me. My favorite novel? The Catcher In The Rye, particularly for the scene where Caulfield describes his vision of watching the children in the field, stopping them before they run out over the edge of a cliff. Yet, what can I say, I found, and find, that people don't take me seriously. I guess I have smoking good looks, or so my friends all say, probably something to do with my model mother and my serious businessman father, both of whom have stunning Italian features.

I was meeting with the law department's dean that day, in a small joint-council meeting with the head of campus security. It was a meeting that had taken me by surprise, during which I had been asked to undertake an unusual assignment. One that made me nervous, and yet extremely excited. At last, to put theory into practice, and start dealing with the scumbags who polluted our campus.

The dean was finishing up, saying "any questions, Ms. Lisabetta?" and gazing at me expectantly.

I spread my fingers out over the wooden table, smiling as I saw my little silver engagement ring glistening there (oh Erik!) then looking up at the two men. "I think I understand. There is this drug ring on campus. You are concerned about how quickly things are accelerating. You want me to find out who the perps are, keeping myself totally safe all the while, and bring you back a short list of names. Any evidence is a bonus. You just need to have a starting place to work from, and enough ground to bring in the cops."

The security head had nodded, trying not to look at my breasts (seriously, fucking middle-aged men), which filled out my suit-jacket, alas, so roundly. "Mmm," he added, getting serious. "That's it exactly. There's a party going on at one of the frat houses that we think is involved, Beta Epsilon. It's a semi-formal thing, so you won't even need to change, necessarily. You'll be posing as...well, yourself. No need for a cover identity, unless you want. You're curious about this new drug they're pushing around. Now, under no circumstances should you take it. But you'll claim that you want to take it back to yours, have it with your fiance, or boyfriend - whatever you prefer to say. We will supply you with $50 to pay for a hit. Capice?"


He was a bit nervous that the last line was a bit 'mafia' and stereotyping the Italian woman, but I laughed it off, my bright face unoffended and cheery. "Capice."

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Two hours later, I found myself at the Beta Epsilon house. It was a quiet night, at least so far, judging from the outside. I came up to the door, looking stunning in my little 'asian design' dress of red and black. My hair was pinned up with little silk ribbons, and I walked in a pair of medium-length heels, giving me a little extra height on my otherwise fairly short stature. I was not used to being dressed up, and it made me nervous. I had even worn pretty underwear; I guess I would give Erik a nice surprise when I came home. We were not at the full-sex stage yet, since we were both a little religious about those things, but still we did do pretty heavy petting, and he liked nice underwear.

As I walked, men turned away from their beers to take me in - my figure was pronounced by the tight bodice and the sway of my ass beneath the skirt that was tight in all the right places to emphasize my movements. It made me quite self-conscious and aware of all the eyes on my legs, my ass. A pair of stockings made my legs, while somewhat revealed, somewhat concealed, in a delicious combination.

Inside, I started looking around for friendly faces. There were none of them, so I instead looked around for a beer, and then for any groups of students who seemed to be having hushed conversations. Rather than trying to launch right in, I would stand nearby, talk to someone else within eye- and ear-shot of such suspicious groups, and wait to be invited over.

I counted on my striking looks to get an invite going my way. Once I was in a chat with a few other women, I would casually mention that I had heard about this drug people were calling 'Pixie'. Not saying I wanted any. Just that it sounded, well, interesting.

Boy, did I not have any idea...

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Images:

http://www3.pictures.zimbio.com/bg/Stock+Images+Elisabetta+Canalis+VxFRgiXBN03l.jpg

wearing at the office:

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and at the party:

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with underwear (conveniently, Canalis again, same model as top pic):
http://friendsbizz.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/Lormar-lingerie-CollectionModel-Elisabetta-Canalis-14.jpg

and stockings:

http://www.xl-images.uktights.com/Xpi_New-Parisienne-Stockings.jpg

 

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The Beta Epsilon house had proven to be just about the perfect venue for discreet distribution of my creation, which some local girls had dubbed Pixie. The name had stuck, and it was getting popular.

And why wouldn't it? It was a carefully conconcted amalgamation of MDMA and cocaine, as well as marijuana and the popular dick-stiffened, viagra. Did you know that viagra has an effect on women quite similar to what it does to men? That is to say, causes an increase of blood to rush to the loins; in a woman, it causes her clit to stiffen just as a man's cock would, and her pussy to moisten to a practically gushing wetness.

Of course, I speak from ample experience here. My name is Tommy O'Brien. I'm a master student in chemistry here at Golden State University. Don't worry, though. I promise I'm not using any of the university's equipment to brew up these potent pills.

Granted, I didn't quite expect them to be so popular! With only a limited supply, of course, the price for a single pill has gotten quite high. I never dreamed I could sell these things for fifty bucks a pop!

Now, understand, nobody but me knows this secret. I haven't told a soul that I'm the one cooking these up. As far as anyone knows, I "get them from a guy I know". Which is kind of true, I get the raw ingredients from a few different sources, but all of them are from out of town, and in no way connected to the university's other drug rings. There's plenty of coke and X and weed out there, and prescription pills and what have you... But my pill provides an experience well beyond what those can produce, even done together. No, I was proud of what I concocted. It provided for an intensely sexual experience, and each batch got better and better.

It didn't take much to turn a sorority into a lesbian orgy with a bag of these, after all.

I kept to the shadows. I wasn't a popular guy, or a member of the frat, but I knew enough people to get in to these parties and spread the love around. I didn't cut an imposing figure, at about 5'10", with a mop of curly brown hair and a goatee and glasses. I was decently built, but maybe on the skinnier side. My girlfriend had a very kinky streak about her, and absolutely loved Pixie, which was probably thenonly reason she really stuck around. I loved fucking her, and she loved watching me fuck other women... And then punishing them for it. I think she gets off on the jealousy thing.

I had a small group of trusted friends that also spread the love around, but I was the only one at this particular party tonight. Things were going well, too. I was just about out. Only a few pills left, really.

That's when I saw Meadow Lisabetta. A lawyer-in-training, and with an asshole of a fiancee who had quite the bully streak. I knew, because I had been on the receiving end of his abuse in a few undergrad classes. She didn't know me, though. A dark, burning bit of vengeance welled up inside me, and then when I heard her ask a group of sorority girls about Pixie, a plan formed...

I came up beside her, and whispered in her ear. "If you're looking, I know a guy..."

 

[SteelAntlers]

The voice that whispered in my ear almost made me jump, but I have fairly steely nerves. I stood my ground, then turned slowly, looking over my shoulder slightly, then turning properly when I saw who it was.

Not that I recognized him. It was just that, seeing him, I immediately knew that I had my man.

He was nothing special, physically. In my heels, we were practically the same height. He had curly hair, a little goatee, and glasses - I was not a glasses kind of girl. So whatever, nothing to set my heart aflame. That wasn't the goal, anyway. For a few seconds, I just looked at him, inquisitively, but not too-too interested. I didn't want to let the cat out of the bag right away - how much I wanted to get my hands on Pixie, so I would have someone who the cops could settle on.

When I got the hell out of here.

I put my hands on my hips, letting my eyebrows do their work in being coy and mysterious. "Do you, now?" I spoke quietly, instinctively falling into the appropriately discrete manner. I watched TV detective shows. Well, and I wasn't totally stupid. Law had a bit of a habit of selecting for such things. For a moment, I turned back, excusing myself from the ladies I had met. I acted like I knew this guy, gesturing to a wall near the side of the room, grabbing my red beer cup on the way over.

Semi-formal, but still the red plastic cups. Pssh. I thought about taking his arm on the way over, but thought better of it. Don't do anything Erik wouldn't want to see me do - that was the rule. Erik had...well, a lot of rules. He was a great guy, but he was strict in his own way. And as puritanical about not getting too fresh, as my parents would have wanted him to be. Which was nice.

Really, it was. Nice. Still, sometimes I did wish...in my nice panties and all...that something might have come up.

But anyway, here I was with this guy. On the way over to the shadier edge of the room, I asked him, "what can I call you? I'm Beatrice."

I figured he didn't know me. So why tell the truth? I had done the rounds of the room, and nobody knew me. And really, the last thing I particularly wanted was my actual name associated with this funny business, despite knowing I was totally in the right. I sipped the beer again, studying the man as I waited for his answer.

 

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"Beatrice, huh?" I replied, raising an eyebrow as she gave me a fake name. It made me wonder for just a moment if I had her mixed up with Meadow, or if Meadow had a twin, but I knew better. The fake name gave it all away.

This was a sting.

The authorities had caught wind of pixie, and they were sending another student after me to investigate? That meant the police weren't actually involved yet, for sure. But I had to tread carefully.

"Well, yeah, I mean, I got some earlier from someone. Just a few pills." I looked her up and down, taking a moment to admire her lithe, busty form. "You lookin to have a good time tonight or what? I hear this shit makes you pretty fucking horny."

 

[SteelAntlers]

I found I had to lean in to make myself heard. Which I didn't like. He was making me nervous - him, and his eyes, which seemed to be checking out my tits at every spare chance.

I realized that he had not given me a name. Now I was a little closer, I knew he would smell the light, fresh lavender perfume on me, coming off my neck. I didn't like that at all, or how my arms felt shivery. Somehow it felt cold over here, even though the room was so warm with so many bodies. "Yeah, my - my boyfriend sent me down here tonight to score some P. Y'know. For later."

It annoyed me that this was, in truth, such bullshit. Frankly, in the privacy of our own place, I would have loved to drop some Pixie with Erik, if he'd let me. Somehow that didn't seem his nature. But why not? Break down some barriers. If only he'd let me, wouldn't be so strict and...well, I'd want to share my body with him. Someday.

I realized my breasts had nudged against this guy as I tried to make myself heard, so I eased off again, hoping he could speak a little louder than I could. "Uh, what was your name again? I missed it before."

His questions had made me aware of myself in a way I didn't really like. It made me feel aware of my panties, my stockings. As though he could see through my clothes.

Didn't I know his face? Somehow he felt familiar. But I couldn't place it.

 

[StFornicate]

I wasn't about to give her my name. And the bit about scoring some for her and her boyfriend, I saw right through that. I knew that boyfriend, and I knew he was a puritanical asshole. It was a shame a woman as sexy as Meadow was wasted on such a prick.

"Hey, I'm sorry, I've really only got enough for myself and a couple friends," I replied. "I mean, listen." I leaned in close to her, enjoying again the fragrance that emanated off her neck, and the feel of her breasts against my chest as I spoke into her ear.

"I can spare one. Seventy-five. I hear they're best when ground up and snorted, though. You down? I know where we can go have a little privacy..." I said, my hand snaking up around behind her back...

 

[SteelAntlers]

Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god

And the worst thing was, his hand was touching me, was resting lightly on my back. He was imagining this as some kind of intimacy between us. How horrible. Now he was closer, I was forced to see him in closer detail, and I did not like him any the more for it. Admittedly, there was a decent strength in his arm, and despite everything I kind of like some muscle on a man, even with a lighter frame. That sort of wiry strength. But good lord, now he was keeping us close, and there was no way I wanted to run out of here now, tail between my legs.

Even if this guy wanted to put something else between my legs.

I decided to just set some boundaries right away. In fact, I could see how this could work out to both of our selfish advantages - from his point of view. What I was thinking was, even if he did not think he had a chance with me, having me around would excite his 'friends' and make them think he was good with the ladies. So he would want me there anyway. So I'd go, and sure I'd snort it up. I mean, I didn't really know anything about drugs, but surely they didn't take effect for at least a few minutes. Time enough to get out of there. I could walk to my apartment from here, for goodness' sake.

Or maybe, even better, I could get in there, watch them do it, see who it was, then leave for the lady's room and escape. Point was, to know the faces of the guilty group.

Yes, this was good.

"Look, man," I said, in my best 'authoritative cool chick' voice. "When I said boyfriend, I meant fiance." I gestured to the little silver ring. "So don't get your hopes up, okay? It's not, like, an open relationship or anything." I gently put my hand on his arm, to sort of discourage his placement on my back. "No offense, okay? And I only have fifty bucks. I heard that was the going rate, from like a bunch of people."

I actually had a hundred on me, because I figured it might cost something wildly different. But I had to be believable. College students didn't walk around with 'extra' money on them. I just assumed the opening price was deliberately inflated...

 

[StFornicate]

"Fiance, huh? Must be serious, then, right?" I replied, moving my hand away from her. She was playing hard to get, which was fine, in fact, to be expected.

I could play that game too. "Well, hey, good luck finding some for you and your man," I said. "But I haven't seen that chick I got the stuff from, in, like, an hour or so," I said, feeding her a line of bullshit that maybe would divert her investigation away from me.

This girl was trouble. And as much as I wanted to ruin her, I wasn't about to fall for her coy games. I turned then, and headed off, pulling my phone out to message my buddies that the heat was on and to lay low for a little bit.

 

[SteelAntlers]

As he pulled away, my composure must have shattered for a half-beat. I moved towards him quickly, seeing that he was turning and walking away. This was my lead, damn it! My lead! I was not going to let him sneak away like that. Little bastard...

I grabbed his shoulder as he moved away, hopefully halting him. Coming past him from the side, so that I could pull in front of him again.

"Alright, alright. Look, seventy-five it is. Don't feed me that business about your friend. A second ago you were ready to play ball. I'll tell you the truth, this is my first time buying." I looked at him, hoping to play the pity card a bit. Still managed to keep my voice low, craning my neck a little to speak in his ear. "One of my friends told me you have to cut people down from an opening bid. You know. Like street stuff or whatever. Guy offers you weed for forty, you offer twenty, it goes for thirty. I didn't mean to be rude." Peeled back, giving him a little 'no harm done?' smile.

 

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I turned when I felt her hand on my arm, and sneered, pressing the send button on my phone to shoot the message off to my boys. Her explanation didn't impress me much, either.

"Listen, sweetheart, I don't know who you think you're talking to, but I'm not some street dealer. That was the price I paid for what I got. I guess the quality's gone up or something."

I stepped closer to her again, looking into her eyes and then nodding off to my left. "See that couple over there?" I asked her. There was a young couple, underclassmen for sure, getting heavy-handed on a sofa, making out nearly in slow motion. "I saw that girl give them some just before I got mine. From what I overheard, they just met." I looked back at her, my hand again making contact with her, finding her hip and sliding along to her back. "I think they'll be fucking pretty soon," I said in her ear.

She smelled good, classy, sophisticated, which stood out in the middle of this mess of human youths. She looked even better than she smelled.

"Anyways, I hope you find what you're looking for. Like I said, I don't have enough for you and your fiance." I reached into my pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes, and popped one in my mouth. "Excuse me, I'm going to step outside."

 

[SteelAntlers]

When he came right up, got his hands on me, whispered about those two strangers fucking - breath in my ear - I shuddered a little. I know he would have felt it. That was so - so - like, filthy. From the hand on my hip, I knew where this was going. He wanted me to sleep with him, in exchange for the drug. I thought about this, but figured there was no way to play him. Not quite yet, anyway.

Maybe I would look for other people who had seen this 'girl'.

When he mentioned he was going outside, I shrugged like I didn't care. "Hey, suit yourself, right?" I tried not to show how pissed off I was getting at his little games. He wanted to get in my pants so badly? He could go try that shit with some little undergrad.

I decided to go talk with those young women again. One of them had been giving me an odd look the whole time, particularly when I mentioned Pixie. Maybe she knew who to ask, at least. I also looked for another beer. I'm a fairly tough girl when it comes to simple booze; 'golden liver', my family always joked.

I figured, if these women really had nothing to offer, maybe I'd go outside and change my tune. Pixie for one, after all. I was beginning to wonder if the guy even had any. If he produced some, then at a minimum I had a mark for the cops to follow. If he tried to fuck me afterwards - well, Christ, I had my self-control. I was not some dumb little slut just waiting for an excuse. I was Meadow Lisabetta, second-year law. I was sure this silly little aphrodisiac was not going to brainwash me.

 

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I smirked as we went our separate ways. I had a feeling she would find me again. I headed outside to smoke my cigarette, heading down the street a little ways to where my car was parked. I got in, and stashed away all the cash I had collected that evening. A good five grand. I had a secret compartment in the floorboard beneath the driver's seat, and that's where I locked it all away.

I lit up my smoke and headed back towards the party; I still had a handful of pills left, but I wasn't in any hurry to sell off the rest of my stash. I found a few guys I knew from undergrad classes out back, and chatted with them for a while as I smoked my cigarette, keeping my eyes peeled for Meadow. Or Beatrice. Whatever.

Eventually, I was getting thirsty, so I made my way back inside to find a beer...

 

[SteelAntlers]

Damn, nobody seemed to know anything. Sure, they knew who was fucking who. And who I could talk to about getting cheat sheets for an upcoming exam. But the brainless women I spoke to just howled when I mentioned Pixie. "Oh my GOD are you SERIOUS?" they would cackle, and I would pace back and circle around to try and find someone who took these things seriously.

Which brought me back to him. I saw the curly hair before I realized it was him. He was getting another beer. For a few long moments I just stared at his back. I didn't want to go near the freak. He managed to get his hands on me every time, and every time it felt like a betrayal of Erik. Who didn't deserve this.

I came up to his side, holding my own beer in one hand, the other one going to his shoulder in mock camaraderie. I pretended to be a little drunk, smiling at him with one of those long smiles that curls a little on one side. Eyeing him up as if interested. Fuck it. I could always run off later. Nobody can really tell you that you cannot go to the lady's room.

"Hey, mister Anonymous," I mocked him gently. "I was just having this beer, and thinking - why don't I just sample the goods myself? Erik can just have some later, next time. When I know it works the way it's advertised." I looked around, as if aware of how many people were close by and possibly listening. "You have somewhere we can work this out?"

I hated having my arm around him, but at least it made it a 'christian side hug' rather than have my breasts against his chest.

 

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She came up behind me, a hand on my arm, and then slipping around my back. I raised an eyebrow. She seemed a bit more intoxicated, friendly, curious. I was still on guard, but I had a plan.

"Yeah, my friends bailed out on me," I explained. My own arm slipped around behind her, my fingers trailing along the top of the curve of her butt, teasingly.

"I'll tell you what," I said, guiding her towards a dark hallway, away from the loud music and crowds. I stopped and turned to face her, dangerously close. "Put that engagement ring away, and hang with me tonight, and we'll have a real good time." My hands went to her hips and I pulled her against me.

"My treat."

 

[SteelAntlers]

His hand on my backside. I didn't know about this. And before I could blink -

We were in the hallway together. Alone. Him close, really close. Our hips were up against one another. I wondered how much beers I had actually had. It felt like a lot. My head was spinning a little, already, maybe more so with how quickly this was moving than with the booze.

Suddenly I was very conscious of how I was up against a wall, basically, with him pressed against me, and nowhere to run backwards to.

"You want me to take off my ring?" I looked at him, seeing his serious eyes behind the glasses. Nervously, I fidgeted a little, unsure. But then again - did I want the ring on? Going off with some strange man to take drugs with him? Shouldn't that be done without the ring - wouldn't it tarnish it to keep it on?

Man, this was screwed up. I slowly pulled my hands up between us, slipped the ring off my finger with an effort. Slid it into my purse. "I, uh, want to pay. If that's alright." I felt my control over the situation was slipping away. If he paid, did that mean I would feel obliged to do what he wanted after?

But I could always leave. It was just a matter of self-control.

I offered him the bill, slipping it from the purse in what I hoped was a covert gesture.

 

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I watched as she raised her hands between us, and pulled the engagement ring off her finger. She slipped it into her purse, and I couldn't help but smile a devious grin. I saw her pulling money from her purse; she was insisting she pay.

I placed my hand on top of here, halting her before she was flashing money around. That wouldn't look good at all. I looked around for a moment, and quickly noticed the sign for a bathroom on a nearby door. My arm around her now, I pulled her along with me, into the bathroom, and shut the door and locked it behind us.

I turned and looked at her. The bathroom itself was dimly lit, and simple. A countertop and sink, a toilet, a shower stall with that glass you can't quite see through.

"You can pay me later," I told her, pulling out a small plastic baggie with a few pills inside. I took two of them out, as well as an old credit card. I wiped off the black countertop, and then cracked the first capsule, and poured, then tapped, the white powder out. I used the credit card to rake out a thick, jagged line, and then repeated the process with the other pill.

A moment later, I produced a short, thin metal tube from inside my jacket pocket. I looked at her and winked, and held out the tube for her to take.

"Ladies first," I said with a smirk, not even bothering to hide the fact that I was taking this opportunity to eyefuck her.

 

[SteelAntlers]

Inside the bathroom, my heart was beating at two hundred beats a minute. Or so it felt. My hands were slightly moist with nervousness. Was this really happening? I felt less confident in my ability to dodge out of staying with this guy during the drug's effects on me. How was I going to escape? Well. Self-control, I reminded myself. Just because the drug might hit me, didn't mean I had to stand around to get used and abused. For Christ's sake, the door was locked from this side. It would be easy enough to leave, say I didn't feel well, whatever.

I hadn't signed my name in blood on some Faustian contract.

Standing in the light of the bathroom, the noise was shut off somewhat from outside, and I felt that every word I said was being recorded, heard by some distant listener. Creepy. I also felt that, looking in the mirror, I looked damn fine. The dress really emphasized my breasts in all the right ways. Erik and I were going to have fun tonight. When I looked away from the mirror, he was finished preparing the Pixie. His eyes were checking out my legs, my ass. What a damn freak, I thought.

I rolled my eyes. "Not that shy, are you, bud?"

Still, it felt weird with my ring off. Kind of like I really was free to do what I wanted. How odd that a simple symbol can influence the mind. Still, I was conscious of it. Of how nicely I was dressed - of how my stockings under the skirt line must have been turning him again. It made me chuckle in the back of my mind. Dream on, bud.

The countertop was low for me. I found I had to bend over to reach the drug, even with the little extra length supplied by the metal tool. Oh my god, I was really going to do this. How fucking crazy. I knew that snorting it, it would hit me fairly quickly. I would have to take it, then hightail it out of there.

I bent a little at the waist, hoping he was not peeking as bending might have revealed up my legs a bit, but not exactly confident about that, either. I didn't normally wear skirts this short and stiff. It would angle up more than drape down. Plugging one nostril with a hand (I figured that made sense), I quickly snorted up half of what he had cut.

 

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"I'm not shy at all," I said, "just enjoying the view." I was standing behind her as she bent over, snorting the Pixie off the countertop, and from my vantage point, I could just see the tops of her stockings, and the little clips that held them up off her garter.

Our eyes locked in the mirror after she took the first half of her hit. I moved closer to her, my crotch dangerously close to rubbing up against her firm, round butt. "Burns a little, huh?" I asked with a smirk. "The effects should last about three hours," I explained. "You'll feel a rush of adrenaline. A bit of a flighty light-headedness. And an arousal beyond belief. Heightened sensations all over your body. And that's just the beginning. Those feelings will intensify as time passes, until culminating with a..." And this is when I did finally press my crotch against her butt, "rather orgasmic peak. Best experienced in tandem with sex, of course."

My hands were on her hips, looking down at the half a line she still had to do. "Finish up," I demanded. "Oh, and it would be very irresponsible of me to just let you wander off. You never know how some people will react to this stuff, so it's best to have a partner in crime," I said.

All the while, my phone, in my shirt pocket, was video-recording her bent over and snorting up the Pixie...

 

[SteelAntlers]

It was funny.
Really funny, actually.

Just like in one of those bad anti-drug videos, as he mentioned each symptom, it really unfolded. At least to a point - obviously I didn't orgasm right there on the spot. But when he mentioned light-headedness, well, there it was. Arousal? It was starting, way down in my abdomen and fluttering through the rest of my lower body. A tingling in my vagina. Warmth. And heightened sensations? I'll say! But maybe that was just placebo, that was making me feel I was meant to feel each symptom as he mentioned it.

Anyway, I started laughing. There was a little of the Pixie left around one nostril, and the sight of it made me giggle. The blood had gone straight to my head, and I was looking at my own pretty face in the mirror and giggling at the powder around my nose. It did look rather silly. I wiped it away.

For a moment, I started to straighten up again. But when I inched back, my ass contacted his crotch, and I stopped. "Hey, now - " I started saying, then broke into another giggle. In the mirror, he was looking over me. I kind of liked that. I went down again, this time pushing further forward to reach the remnants of the ground-up drug. My breasts pressed against the counter-top, and a vague part of my mind wondered how much I would be easing his access beneath my skirt.

"Oh well, what the hell!" I said in a singsong voice, feeling the warmth shoot through me. I had taken in the last of it, and it really did burn in my nostrils. Like a little fire had been lit, and the smoke of it was shooting through my body. Even my toes tingled. I felt super alive, super alive and - wow. Okay. That was a bit more horny that I expected.

Erik was pressing up behind me. No, not Erik. That other guy. What was his name again?

I straightened up suddenly, turning back towards him. I made no effort to push him away. He was right there, and my chest was against his, and his glasses seemed to shine slightly with the vanity lights. His eyes seemed hard and pitiless, and something about that actually gave me a kick. Who knew what this guy was capable of? I giggled again, then pulled a 'mock serious' look. Raised one eyebrow sternly.

I spoke like a drunk girl, emphasizing each word deliberately. "You -- are my -- partner in crime?" I found it hard to hold anything back, and I blurted out without really thinking, "I think you're a douchebag, actually. Staring at me with your creepy eyes." My hands were gripping the countertop behind me. I sniffed a few times, trying to clear away the remaining burn.

I felt like he was super-bright, and in super-high resolution, like one of those HD videos on YouTube that come up and seem more colorful and perfect than real life. An incredibly crisp image of a guy I didn't like. But still. He was a guy.

I could feel my nipples against my bra. I could feel my pussy against my panties. I was wet. Really wet.

Suddenly I said, "you, sir, are under arrest," in a serious tone, somehow holding back a laugh this time.

 

[StFornicate]

I raised an eyebrow as she called me a d-bag. I watched her, and it seemed she was particularly susceptible to the drug's already powerful effects. Giggling, acting drunkenly.

And her arousal. It was so strong, I could actually smell it emanating from her crotch.

"Scoot over already," I said, pushing her to the side, further into the bathroom, so that I was physically blocking her only escape route. I took the tube and quickly snorted my line, doing the whole thing in one fell swoop. I threw my head up and back, snorting hard, to get all the powder up my nose.

I turned finally and looked at her as I felt the first waves of pleasure wash over me. "Under arrest, huh? I gotta say, that's the fastest I've ever seen anyone take Pixie and go from, 'I hate your guts you d-bag' to 'I wanna handcuff you to the bed and fuck your brains out.' While we're being honest, though, I think you're a dumb little bitch that needs to be taught a lesson about who they shouldn't fuck with."

I closed my eyes as a wave of ecstasy hit me. Fuck that was good. My dick was starting to get stiff. "Your fiance would be so proud," I said with a smirk, eyeing her up and down once more, noting how her nipples pushed forward the fabric of her thin dress. I laughed at her.

"I bet you're dying to slip out of that tight ass dress right about now, aren't you?"

 

[SteelAntlers]

His words kept falling into the well in my mind, falling and falling and never making a sound of significance. I mean, I was aware that he was being really mean. Insulting, and derogatory. But somehow the words had lost all their weight, drifting down the well.

A dumb little bitch
Taught a lesson
Slip out...

Well, yes, I had to admit that sounded like a good idea. "I'm itchy," I complained, scratching at the dress and looking at him with dumb curiosity for a moment, trying to read him. I couldn't. And I was itchy. Well, that and then some other things besides. I reached my arm around to my back, unfastening some buttons, and then suddenly surprised when the whole thing fell off of me in one swoop. I looked down at the puddle of my dress on the ground, and then after a pause giggled again. It really was ridiculous, the whole scene.

Looking up, I saw him looking at me and smirking again. I didn't really get why he kept pulling that face. Wasn't I pretty enough? A few minutes ago he had been drinking it in, but he definitely was being mean now. I stood there for a moment in my black, lacy underwear. My stockings stretched up my legs, accentuating the bare parts of my thighs, and I regarded him for a moment, then walked over to him. My hips swayed as I walked over. Fuck, I was horny. I felt the damp spot at the front of my panties. "It's just for a minute," I explained about stripping down. "Don't get your hopes up, douchebag."

Erik had a bulge in his trousers. No, not Erik - oh, whatever. In the dim light he looked like Erik - well. Maybe. The bulge looked pretty big. As I came up to him, I reached out and put my hand on it through his pants. Just for a second - I'm sure he wouldn't mind. I didn't say anything for a moment. It felt good under my hand. Then, not looking at his face but rather his chest, I said, "don't be so mean to me."

 

[StFornicate]

"I like this outfit much better," I said, my eyes drinking in the lacy black lingerie that adorned her sexy curves. She reached out and grasped at my bulging crotch, and begged me to be nice to her.

Right after calling me a d-bag. "Hey, you started with the being mean thing," I said, leaning back on the counter now, just watching her as she groped me. She wasn't making eye contact.

I reached a hand out, finally, my fingers coming under her chin to raise her face towards mine.

"You be nice to me, and I'll be nice to you," I said, my dark brown eyes locked with hers.

I lied.

My cock throbbed under her hand. Still confined in my jeans. Uncomfortably so. Something had to give here. I scooped up the credit card and the tube and hid them away.

 

[SteelAntlers]

Urgh, he made me look at him.

I mean, fuck, he wasn't ugly. He just wasn't Erik. And he wasn't really my type. But at that moment, the notion of type was not exactly my priority.

The thing in my hand. That was my priority.

It felt large and thick in his jeans. I loved jeans on a man. Especially a man with an erection. It made me excited, just thinking about what he might do to me with it. Or what I might do it. Whatever it took. Whatever it took, to shake off this desperate craving that was burning in me.

I knew what would happen, if I went back to Erik like this. Horny. Electricity in my veins. He would talk me down. Me basically running a trail of wetness down my thigh, and he would talk me down. Not Before Marriage. It Isn't Appropriate. I loved him. I still love him. But truth be told, I knew he would not satisfy me. Not until marriage. And right at that moment, hard cock under my palm, marriage seemed impossibly far away.

He leaned back against the countertop. Playing hard to get, almost. Making me do all the work. Me, in my lacy underwear, in my stockings. So mean. I made a pouty face at him. "Be nice to you?" It sounded like work. But still. What would it hurt, just to look at him. Just to see what it looked like. His dick.

Suddenly, I was pressing my face against his chest. Giggling again. Giggling and kissing. Down, down, down his chest, kissing him through the shirt. I wondered how that would feel, if it would feel like anything. Kissing, kissing, down, down, down. I reached the bottom of his shirt, stopped. I was kneeling now. The bulge was right in front of my face. I started kissing his jeans, now, right where the bulge was. Long, slow kisses. And then my tongue came out, and licked really slowly, once up the length where it was caged in his pants.

Big.

"Can I - look at it?" My knees felt cold and bare against the bathroom floor, even through the stockings. I looked at him and his eyes seemed hard to read behind the glasses all the way up there. "I just want a look, pleeeeeeease." My face became pouty again, my eyes eager and bright. My lips shining from my dark purple lipstick.

Found one on her knees:
http://img.thesun.co.uk/aidemitlum/archive/00855/Elisabetta_Canalis_855704a.jpg

 

[StFornicate]

She was such a horny little vixen! I had no idea she had this pent-up sexual energy inside her. Pixie was made for girls like her, I thought, as she started kissing me through my shirt and moving down my body, until she was on her knees, mouth all over my bulging erection through my jeans, practically worshipping my cock in a frat house bathroom.

It would be entirely too easy to just whip it out and let her go to town. I knew she would suck it, and then she would fuck it, and we would indubitably have a very erotically charged fuckfest until the Pixie wore off.

But I wasn't about to give the bitch what she wanted.

Oh no. She was here to bust me. And so I was here to torment her, now that I had her in the palm of my hand like this.

I had built up a bit of a resistance to Pixie. Sure, I still felt the effects, and strongly enough, but I was also now quite capable of keeping my wits about me, even as I enjoyed the pleasures the drug cocktail offered.

So, for the first time in my life, I kept my dick in my pants.

I ran a hand through her long, dark hair, tucking a stray strand behind her ear. "Maybe later," I said. "If you're a very... Good... Girl."

"Now get up. I wanna dance," I said, grasping her by her arm and pulling her to her feet, before opening the door and tugging her along with me, her dress still on the bathroom floor!

 

[SteelAntlers]

As the stranger tugged me along, I knew instinctively that it was wrong. Dead wrong. Terribly wrong. But I felt really minimal resistance. Just a kind of giggling, passive "nooooo", that was one-quarter sincere, and three-quarters just in good fun.

I mean, after all - it would be kind of nice to have people see my body. I knew I was hot. People should get a look at me. I wanted guys to get boners, seeing me saunter around in just my bra, panties and stockings. I wanted them to want me. I wanted to brush up against them 'by accident', nudging their erections, then passing by with a flirting wink and nothing more.

And sure, I wanted to get fucked. It was practically in every movement I made, every glance of my eyes. I was a tigress out on the prowl. It was just that, at this moment, this guy had me on a leash.

"Shouldn't I - ?" I asked, looking back for a moment at the dress, then I giggled a little and went along with him. I noticed people looking at me as the guy held my wrist and pulled me along. One guy even reached out a hand and gave my ass a squeeze as I went past. That made me cry out lightly, but not really in protest. It felt good.

Women were staring at me, raising eyebrows and looking at the guy ahead of me. I guess they figured I was with him. Well - I WAS with him, I guess. I had just had my mouth on...well, sort of on him.

As we went among the larger body of the frat house, I noticed a lot of the conversation was dying down. It was almost like they expected me to say something, but my throat felt super dry and I had nothing to say. I looked at the drug-dealer guy with wide eyes. "What should I do?" I whispered softly.