PixieDust (closed)

[StFornicate]

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

But, I could produce enough...

It was a mixture of cocaine, MDMA, marijuana, and Viagra. The real trick was in the compound that I 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 me to sell my 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 "Pixiedust", was quite potent. I was proud of my concoction, and couldn't wait to see the drug do its dirty work.

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

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

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[Black_and_White_Writer]

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

But, I could produce enough...

It was a mixture of cocaine, MDMA, marijuana, and Viagra. The real trick was in the compound that I 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 me to sell my 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 "Pixiedust", was quite potent. I was proud of my concoction, and couldn't wait to see the drug do its dirty work.

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

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

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Gemma walked into the party. She had done her flame red hair loose and wore a nice tightly fitting metallic designed top and a black jacket and a nice black leather effect mini skirt and her high heeled sandals. She was here with her fiancé Dave. A tall, slim, good looking blonde with a nice suit and some stubble to disguise his youthful appearance.

Gemma went over to meet her friend Anne. She hugged the African American lady and they laughed.

Gemma's hair, pale alabaster white skin and tall 5' 7" willowy frame turned many a head as she took some drinks round to her friends and mingled with the guests. She was looking to score something fun for her and her fiancé and hoped that tonight she'd have a great time.

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Tommy spotted the red-head in the tiny skirt and tight top almost immediately as she entered the party.

He also noticed the boyfriend so clearly hanging on her. Dammit, he thought to himself, surveying the party. There was no woman there nearly as attractive as that red-head though. She looked familiar, but Tommy couldn't quite place her, although he did keep an eye on her from a distance, behind his mask.

She and her friends weren't in costume, for the Halloween party. Still, she stood out. She didn't need to dress up like a slut to look good...

 

[Black_and_White_Writer]

Tommy spotted the red-head in the tiny skirt and tight top almost immediately as she entered the party.

He also noticed the boyfriend so clearly hanging on her. Dammit, he thought to himself, surveying the party. There was no woman there nearly as attractive as that red-head though. She looked familiar, but Tommy couldn't quite place her, although he did keep an eye on her from a distance, behind his mask.

She and her friends weren't in costume, for the Halloween party. Still, she stood out. She didn't need to dress up like a slut to look good...

Gemma walked around the party intrigued by the men and women in masks and pulled out her cell sending a few texts and taking some photos. A girl came over to her and gave her a large glass of champagne that she took smiling and moved over to her fiancé.

 

[StFornicate]

Tommy watched as the red-head took the glass of champaign and made her way back towards her friends and that boyfriend of hers. He knew she was out of his league, that was for sure.

But trying never hurt...

He cut her off, nearly bumping into her, coming up behind her. The place was dark, the music was thumping loud.

"You lookin' for a good time, doll?" he asked in her ear, barely audible above the pounding basslines.

 

[Black_and_White_Writer]

Tommy watched as the red-head took the glass of champaign and made her way back towards her friends and that boyfriend of hers. He knew she was out of his league, that was for sure.

But trying never hurt...

He cut her off, nearly bumping into her, coming up behind her. The place was dark, the music was thumping loud.

"You lookin' for a good time, doll?" he asked in her ear, barely audible above the pounding basslines.

Gemma stood looking at the rough looking man in front of her. "What do you mean by good time?" She inquired. She looked him up and down. She thought he's got wannabe written all over him.

 

[StFornicate]

Tommy smirked behind his mask. He had her attention, at least for the moment. He still couldn't quite place where he knew her from. It wasn't a class; she seemed a bit older than him, perhaps.

"The kind of good time that's illegal in fifty states and the district of Columbia," Tommy replied with a coy grin. "But it'll cost ya."

 

[Black_and_White_Writer]

Tommy smirked behind his mask. He had her attention, at least for the moment. He still couldn't quite place where he knew her from. It wasn't a class; she seemed a bit older than him, perhaps.

"The kind of good time that's illegal in fifty states and the district of Columbia," Tommy replied with a coy grin. "But it'll cost ya."

"Really" Gemma asks, one eyebrow arched up in a superior, condescending manner. Her hand resting on her hip in a typically subconscious way of saying 'impress me'. She looks at him and thinks loser. She shakes her head and says "I'll have to check it if that's ok with you?" She looks at him again with a look that could cut glass. For one so young she certainly gives off an air of cultured, sophisticated elegance.

 

[StFornicate]

Tommy looked her up and down, noting the sneer, the condescension, the holier-than-thou attitude.

"You know what, forget it," he said. What bitch wants to "test" shit? Only a fucking cop, that's who! Tommy's paranoia grew a bit. Was this party infiltrated by narc's?

 

[Black_and_White_Writer]

Tommy looked her up and down, noting the sneer, the condescension, the holier-than-thou attitude.

"You know what, forget it," he said. What bitch wants to "test" shit? Only a fucking cop, that's who! Tommy's paranoia grew a bit. Was this party infiltrated by narc's?

"Haha! You have got to be joking Mr. Do I look like a cop? Do I?" She stands back and moves off waving her hand dismissively.

You see her take a long sip from a champagne flute and smile at you waving goodbye. She blends away as she disappears into the crowd.

 

[StFornicate]

Tommy kept his eye on her, even as she seemed to get lost in the crowd. Could she be trusted? She seemed to read his mind, exclaiming that she wasn't a cop. He was getting antsy; he was finished selling his product, and now he was eager to start his own little party.

The red-head stood out amongst the crowd, for sure. But her combative attitude threw him for a loop. He wasn't sure how to approach her. He watched her take a hit off a joint, confirming her assertion that she wasn't a cop.

The more he thought about it, though, the more her attitude pissed him off. Somebody needed to put her in her place. He smirked. Maybe that somebody could be him...

 

[Black_and_White_Writer]

Gemma walks over to the large windows that take up most of the far wall and sits down with her fiancé. She's sitting in the plush chairs, with him while he hands her a plate of little tasty bites. She delicately picks up a slice of sushi and pops it into his mouth, he returns the favor and she's soon smiling as they make small talk.

Her fiancé takes a small snoot from his glass flute and soon they were both really buzzing from the sparkling wine and their little aperitifs.

 

[StFornicate]

Tommy was growing frustrated. What had started out as a successful evening, with him having sold most of his stash of the potent Pixiedust drug cocktail, was turning into a bust. He had yet to find anyone to have his own little party with. Maybe he was getting to be too picky.

Regardless, as he looked around the party and could see the effects of the drug manifesting in the people he knew were under the influence, he found himself quite ready to do some himself. But not alone!

Generally, one could expect to see the odd couple making out at a party. When Pixie showed up at a party, scenes like that playing out became a lot more common. Inhibitions disappeared quickly. He'd seen plenty of people get so lost in their Pixie trip they fuck right in front of everyone, not caring at all about anything other than their own pleasure, and that of their partner.

Tommy shrugged. It seemed like he wasn't going to find what he was looking for here, and so he started making his way towards the door. There was a bar downtown he could hit up, maybe he'd have better luck there.

 

[Black_and_White_Writer]

Chapter Two

Gemma was still sitting down as her fiancé got up to leave.

"I've got to get back to my place to print out those papers for the morning. You an Anna have a great time." He called as he waved goodbye peering through the crowds.

Gemma's face was thunder, then frustration all in one. Dammit she thought! He should have his bloody work sorted better than this. My first night out in months. She smiled wanly to Anna as she passed by with a friend.

Gemma thought for a moment if it was worth it here investigating this 'Pixie' dust crap. She took a little sip of from her glass, only a small spit of wine was left. "Damn urban myth if ever there was one." She mumbled under her breath.

She smiled a nice fake, but sincere smile to her friends to let them think she was OK. She breathed out loudly as slumped back into the comfy chair. At least the musics ok she thought as he mind drifted.

 

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Tommy was almost to the door, and out of the party, when a slightly familiar face brushed past him, leaving the party as well. Recognition hit; that was the red-head's boyfriend!

But why wasn't she leaving? Had they had a fight? His curiosity now aroused, he grabbed himself a fresh beer as he made his way back into the party, heading for the area he had last seen her...

*****

The young pair of freshman, a guy and a girl, stared into each other's eyes, oblivious to everything around them as the Pixie they'd taken together was really starting to kick in.

They couldn't keep their hands off each other it seemed. So oblivious were they to the rest of the party, they hardly noticed the ravishing red-headed woman, Gemma, lounging on the sofa next to them as they crashed onto it together, making out and groping each other openly!

 

[Black_and_White_Writer]

Gemma noticed the couple next to her very explicitly and shamelessly making out on the sofa next to her.

She swiftly got up to move on and saw everyone looking at them. Her face went beetroot red and she quickly moved as far away from them as possible. Her mind reeling at what she saw. She was also very scared as it seemed like they were both possessed and not acting freely she felt.

She was soon forgotten as the crowd starred to cheer and applaud the randy couple at the other end of the room.

 

[StFornicate]

She had the kind of red hair that you just couldn't miss as it passed by, and he spotted her, hurrying away from where she had been in quite the tizzy.

Tommy scratched at his beard. He wasn't sure just what to make of her. He peeled off his mask and tossed away his hat; with all the people and smoke in the air, it was getting a bit stuffy. He made his way across the room, following her.

"You look like you could use a drink..." he said as he approached her.

 

[Black_and_White_Writer]

Gemma turned to see the man standing before her, her hair and black leather effect dress swooshing round as she turned swiftly.

"Whaaa... I mean, pardon."

She was very flustered and feeling vulnerable.

"Yes that'd be lovely." She answered.

 

[StFornicate]

"C'mon, drinks are this way," Tommy said, smiling at her as his hand found the small of her back, his fingers trailing across the top of her generous backside, and he guided her through the throngs of inebriated party-goers to the kitchen, where a makeshift bar was set up.

There were a handful of guys and a couple girls already there, drinking and passing around a smoking joint. The room was quite smoky, too, but Tommy made his way over to the booze-cluttered counter, and quickly went about fixing her a fruity drink.

"What's wrong?" he asked as he sidled back up to her, handing her the drink and taking a pull off his own, freshly opened beer. "You seem kinda frazzled. What's your name anyway? I'm Tommy."

 

[Black_and_White_Writer]

Chapter Two

Gemma walked over with her new companion.

"I'm Gemma, It's nice to meet you Tommy."

She felt his hand move down her back oh so softly. It made her skin crawl that this man was doing this to her.

She moved her frame forward and trying not to make it to obvious. She wached as Tommy handed her a drink. Gemma smiled at him and thanked Tommy for the drink.

Tommy asked her again what was wrong.

Gemma looked around. She smiled shyly, "It's this party... it's not like a real party."

She sighed... "I can't really explain it."

 

[StFornicate]

A couple wandered by just then, the girl practically dragging a guy along with her, lust evident in both their eyes. Tommy recognized the guy as someone he'd sold some Pixie to earlier in the evening, and it was quite apparent he was getting his money worth.

He took a drink from his beer, and smirked at Gemma. "Nice to meet you Gemma. And come on, this is a perfectly normal party," he said, giving her a wink, both of them watching as the couple sauntered away down a hallway and into a room together.

"I bet you're wondering what's got them so hot, huh?" Tommy said as he leaned into her, his hand finding her hip to pull her close, his breath a heady whisper in her ear...

 

[Black_and_White_Writer]

Gemma's heart was beating loudly in her chest she felt, her blood rushing through her ears. She felt as though everything in her body was on fire.

She watched the couple move away... the girl giving glances back at them.

"What are they up to?" Gemma wonders aloud.

 

[StFornicate]

Tommy wasn't sure if her muttered question was for him or not, but he answered it anyway.

"Looks to me like they are going somewhere to fuck," he replied. He smirked. "I bet they're on that PixieDust stuff," he continued. He raised an eyebrow at her and winked. Of course he knew damn well they were on PixieDust; he'd sold them the stuff.

But there was no reason to tell this Gemma lady that.

"You ever tried it?" he asked her then, leaning in close to her, close enough that one of her full, luscious tits brushed against his chest.

 

[Black_and_White_Writer]

Gemma couldn't back away as the kitchen counter was all she had behind her. She felt Tommy's alcohol laced hot breath in her face and smiled as best she could.

"No I haven't. I've heard lots about it. I always thought it was just BS until tonight. It seems a very dangerous thing in the wrong hands."

She watched the other couple at the other end of the room having wild sex wile quite a crowd appeared around them getting very aroused, rowdy and intimidating to Gemma's eyes.

She took a sip of the drink from a very shaky hand feeling so exposed.

 

[StFornicate]

Gemma couldn't back away as the kitchen counter was all she had behind her. She felt Tommy's alcohol laced hot breath in her face and smiled as best she could.

"No I haven't. I've heard lots about it. I always thought it was just BS until tonight. It seems a very dangerous thing in the wrong hands."

She watched the other couple at the other end of the room having wild sex wile quite a crowd appeared around them getting very aroused, rowdy and intimidating to Gemma's eyes.

She took a sip of the drink from a very shaky hand feeling so exposed.

Tommy had her right where he wanted her. Backed up against the counter, taking in an erotic sight. He could see her hand trembling as she took a drink.

"A very dangerous thing in the wrong hands," he agreed, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a baggie containing a few capsules. He held it between them, hidden from prying eyes.

"Care to see what it's like? To be lost in lust like that?" he asked her, pulling out a capsule.

"Open up."