A Beautiful Buzz (closed)

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 at 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…

The Dangers of Pills at Parties, by Jessica Lawrence

The cursor blinked against the empty document as Jessica stared at the screen, tapping a pen against her teeth. It wasn't the usual story she worked on for her blog, which usually focused on campus policy and local government. But for the past three weeks, ever since one of the freshman on her floor dropped out after getting completely fried and possibly date raped at a party, anger and concern consumed her. As an RA and a senior, Jess took her responsibility to look out for these girls seriously. The last thing she wanted was more girls to follow in Kara's wake.

Tonight being Halloween meant the annual Omega party, and rumor had it that it would be well supplied with what they were calling "Pixie". So even though frat parties were not her usual scene, Jess was prepared to go check it out. If she could track down who was making and selling this shit, she would both keep the campus safe and give her a leg up on the job she was gunning for after graduation. It wasn't every day a wanna-be investigative journalist got chances like this.

She hit save on her empty story and checked her look in the mirror. Jess wore a form-fitting orange dress that covered everything but left very little to the imagination. Not like she was the sexiest girl on campus, but she had enough tush and bust that her figure would be sure to catch some attention in this outfit. The sides of her long, dark blonde hair were braided back with black ribbons, which matched the huge raven mask that covered her nose and eyes. Her green eyes were outlined with heavy eyeliner, and the rest of the space had been filled in with green eye shadow that complimented both her eyes and her dress. Yes, she would catch attention but not be easily recognized, either.

She tucked her phone away into a little pouch that doubled as her purse for the night, along with her key and her student ID, and headed out across campus. By the time she finally got to Omega house, the party should be in full swing.

The Omega House was quite the scene, as it usually was. In true frat bro fashion, they liked to throw massive, epic, parties. One of the brothers was the son of the local police chief, so even when the cops had to show up, they didn’t get into any real trouble.

And they liked Tommy. This wasn’t his usual scene, at all; he wasn’t a frat bro, he wasn’t an athlete or popular in any sense of the word. He just had what they wanted: a wild new party drug that made people horny as fuck.

As Tommy made his way through the party, he was grateful for the costumes. His identity was well concealed behind his mask, and he was able to blend into the huge crowd. He moved through it with ease. He was pretty good, at this point, at figuring out which students would want his pills. The coked-out, drunk sorority sisters and fraternity brothers were easy to spot, and they were usually trying to fuck each other anyways.

He knew word was getting around about what he had dubbed “Pixiedust.” Nobody, not even his few closest friends, knew he was the creator of the drug. That was his own secret. He just told people he got it from a “trusted source.” He already had a reputation as a hippy pot-head with excellent weed, so it wasn’t much of a stretch.

Tonight, for Halloween, the capsules were in high demand. Tommy had raised the price a bit, and no one seemed to care. He was stuffing the cash away into an inner pocket of his jacket. The selling part was the most stressful bit. Once that was done, he could relax and enjoy the fruits of his labors. There had been a couple parties already that had devolved into orgies because of Pixiedust.

And this evening was going quite well. He was almost done selling off his most recent batch, the most potent concoction yet. Tommy had made his way through the dance floor, around the upper levels of dorm-style rooms, and out back by the pool and hot tub, and only had a few capsules left to sell before he was left with his own, personal, stash. He stopped by a restroom for a moment, to indulge in a little pick-me-up, a couple keybumps of cocaine to perk him up, before heading back out into the party.

Fifteen minutes in and Jessica was already annoyed and ready to leave. The party scene was decidedly not her scene. While not a teetotaler, getting so shitfaced that she wouldn't remember the night was just not appealing to her. Still, she grabbed a bottle of cheap beer that she opened herself and nursed it as she pushed her way through the throng.

The mask helped her not be so obvious as she watched everything going on. She picked one spot at the edge of the dance floor to stand, assuming that she would eventually spy something that would give her a lead on Pixiedust. She managed to rebuff a few drunken frat boys that tried coaxing her upstairs, but the last one said he could get her something to "help her relax".

While she again declined, she tailed him through the crowd. He found a willing partner soon enough, some homely, hook-nosed girl with obviously fake boobs and wearing a Hooters uniform, and walked her through the house until stopped to talk to someone else. The newcomer was in costume - and, in her opinion, a mess of one, too - and while they talked, Jess watched their hands. Ahh, there! The telltale exchange of bag for cash!

Gotcha, asshole, she thought smugly. She didn't follow him - that costume was weird enough that she should be able to find him. Instead, she kept her attention on the couple. The frat boy set the bag on the counter and smashed the contents under the bottom of his empty beer bottle. After he shook it down and opened it, his girl dipped a long porcelain nail into the powder and inhaled it. She offered him a nail-full too, which he accepted. They barely made their way out the side door before they were all over each other. Jess slid out behind them, and the girl was already on her knees with his cock shoved down her throat, paying Jess nor anyone else any attention.

"Holy shit," she whispered to herself as she noticed how much of that she'd seen inside and now out here. What the hell was in this drug? She wasn't really sure she wanted to know. So she ditched her empty beer, grabbed another, and went to go sit out by the pool. The pool itself wasn't too overcrowded, with the real action being in the hot tub. Jess shuttered as she thought of what a herpes cocktail that thing must be tonight. Instead, she just sat on the edge of the pool, sandals beside her, and tucked the hem of her long gauzy dress up under her thighs before dipping her legs into the pool.

When the time was right, she'd track down the Mad Hatter. For now, she would just nurse her beer and enjoy her relative solitude.

Tommy had to chuckle to himself when the frat boy and hooters chick came up to him. He had sold each of them a capsule, separately, a couple hours earlier in the party, so he knew they were in the throes of Pixie’s power. Apparently they had found each other and wanted to continue the party, and Tommy was happy to oblige, selling off the last of what he had for sale.

The rest were for personal use, of course. The trick was to find the right partner, which was easier said than done. He was a dud on the dance floor, and he knew he was wildly out of place with this crowd.

He made his way out to the pool, and smiled bemusedly as he eyed the orgiastic activity taking place in the hot tub. Every single one of them in there was buzzing hard on his concoction. He sniffed, eager to enjoy that beautiful buzz himself, and took a drink of his beer before spotting the blonde in the tight orange dress dipping her toes in the pool. She had a killer body, that was for sure. Certainly, she couldn’t be here alone, though. She must be waiting for her boyfriend to return. Tommy finished his beer and headed back inside to find a refill.

Jess spotted him again, the Mad Hatter with the Phantom mask. He was wandering around, watching. Was he smiling under his mask, she wondered, or just out here doing business?

His attention swung towards the pool, so she pretended to ignore him for the moment. Hard to do when you notice someone checking you out. She tried her best to look a little lost, a little forlorn, hoping he would come try his bullshit with her. But when she glanced back up, he was gone.

Well, shit.

She briefly contemplated jumping into the pool - this dress would certainly become clingier and attract more attention. But she suspected she'd end up so uncomfortable as it dried that she'd want to run home. No, she needed to be focused. She'd stay where she was for now, but not too much longer. If he moved on, she had to be ready to follow him.

So she laid back on the edge of the pool, trailing her toes in the water and staring up into the night sky, wishing she was anywhere else.

Tommy headed inside, eager for another beer. He made his way through the crowd, and was almost to the keg in the kitchen, when he was stopped by Dave.

“Tommy! Come here, I got someone you gotta meet!”

Tommy rolled his eyes. Dave was obnoxious. He was the epitome of every stereotypical frat bro that Tommy couldn’t stand… but he was also his connection to this whole thing. They’d had a chemistry class together as freshmen, and Tommy was the only reason Dave had managed to pass his labs, and Dave appreciated that and also appreciated Tommy’s… concoction.

“Hey buddy,” Tommy said, coming over to him. Dave had a girl on his hip, dressed up in tie-dye and big sunglasses, trying to pull off a Janice Joplin look.

“This is Janice,” Dave said.

“Sure it is,” Tommy replied, extending a hand to the girl.

“I hear you’re the guy to talk to about the Pixie,” she said, giving him her best seductive smile. He wasn’t impressed.

“You know, I’m sorry, you’re a little late to the party…” Tommy replied, and wasn’t surprised as “Janice” pouted.

She smacked Dave on the arm. “Loser,” she spat, and stomped off.

“I need another beer,” Tommy groaned.

She'd been hanging out here for a good fifteen minutes since she last saw the Hatter. With a sigh, she sat up and pulled her feet from the pool. Probably a good thing since they were all cold and pruny-looking now. She dried them off the best she could with the hem of her dress and slid her sandals back on. Time to go find this creep.

The party seemed even more raucous now, with more and more couples in brazen sexual acts here in the open. As if alcohol weren't enough, they need this stupid Pixie shit, she thought to herself. Of course, she still grabbed herself another beer. After all, it was still a party and she needed something to numb her brain against all this mindless stupidity.

As she made her way with her empty bottle to one of the chests with bottles in it, she took out her phone and flipped through her messages. All the girls on her floor had her number in case of trouble, but thankfully there was nothing. She hoped that the incident with Kara scared them all straight.

But because she was looking at her phone and not where she was going, she ran straight into someone. They both went down - Jess with her phone flying out of her hand and the other with a full beer. "Oh my goodness, I'm so sorry!" she stammered as she searched around for her phone. She found it - screen cracked of course - and found a hand waiting to help her up.

It was the Mad Hatter.

She offered him a timid smile. "I should watch where I'm going! Let me get you another beer?"

Tommy was just coming out of the bathroom, having indulged in another small keybump of coke, and was headed to get a fresh beer. He got distracted by the sight of some sorority girl flashing her tits, and a guy promptly motorboating her, and he didn’t see the girl in the orange dress. They crashed into each other, and Tommy lost his balance and fell on his ass.

A bit dazed, he stood up, and saw she was still reaching for his phone, and offered her a hand to stand up.

"I should watch where I'm going! Let me get you another beer?"

“Uh, yeah, sure,” he said, smiling at her. Of course he had to check her out, up close, as she led the way through the throngs of drunken partiers. She had great curves, just the right amount of thickness in all the right areas, the clingy dress leaving little to the imagination even as it covered her well. He could already imagine peeling it off her.

They got to the kitchen and found fresh beers, and Tommy took a long drink off his as an amorous couple stumbled through, groping and kissing at each other, oblivious to the other folks around them. Tommy vaguely recalled selling them Pixiedust a couple hours ago; they seemed to be enjoying it.

“Helluva party, huh?” he said to the woman in the orange dress, nodding towards the couple. The guy had the girl pressed against the counter, and they were grinding against each other as they made out.

Jess gave him a smile that she hoped looked less awkward than it felt. Now that she had him right in front of her, her nerves began to kick in. So she took a deep swig of her beer, hoping the alcohol would calm her down a little.

The couple dry humping each other weren't helping any. She wished she could see the Hatter's face to know what he was thinking as he glanced at the pair. His eyes flicked back to her, and she forced a laugh. "Yeah, it's way wilder than last year's Halloween party."

He didn't take the bait but he didn't shrug her off either. So she decided (or maybe the beer did) to press her luck a bit. "It's too bad it wasn't more like this last year. My ex would've loved how...open everyone is being." The lie slid easily off her tongue, laughing internally at the notion of Jack in a party like this. His dumb ass wouldn't be able to stop staring while bitching about the downfall of America or something equally stupid.

The sloppy noises from the couple almost made her blush. "Not like I'd ever be that brazen, even at a frat party." She chuckled and took a drink of her beer, shaking her head slightly.

Tommy raised an eyebrow in her direction and shrugged. He took a long drink off his beer, and then wiped his mouth with his shirt sleeve. “People sometimes do… unexpected things when they are under the influence,” he mused.

He leaned back and looked her up and down for a moment. “But yeah, you’re right,” he said, and took another drink. The form fitting dress looked amazing on her body, but it was also somewhat intimidating. “You’re definitely not the type for that kind of thing,” he said, nodding his head in the direction of the amorous couple, who were now starting to make their way out of the kitchen towards a more secluded spot.

She definitely wasn’t the type to go for the Pixie, he could tell that much. But she was his type, so he was reluctant to leave her just yet without probing further. “I mean, those two… they’re definitely on something. That doesn’t seem like your style.”

Crap, she was losing him! She needed him to offer her the drug or this was all a colossal waste of time. So she played it innocent. "Under the influence? I mean, aren't we all?" She held up her beer and laughed.

She guzzled down the last of her drink and pouted at him. "Not that type? Or my style?" Jess gave him a playful slap. "You don't know me that well, mister! Just because I came here alone doesn't meant I'm not in the mood to party with the right person. Just not so publicly!

"Besides," she added with a little smirk, "I'm braver than you might think. I have been known to partake in stuff stronger than cheap, watered down beer before." Technically true, having smoked pot a few times in high school, but still mostly bullshit. Hopefully he would take the bait.

Tommy snickered for a moment and smirked right back at her. “Is that so?” He leaned back and drank down the rest of his own beer, and then promptly grabbed them two more new ones. Handing it to her, he leaned forward and whispered conspiratorially in her ear.

“I’m pretty sure they’re on Pixiedust,” he told her, before pulling away, curious to her reaction. She definitely wasn’t his “typical” Pixiedust customer, but he also knew word about the potent drug had been getting around campus.

He needed to know she could handle her shit, after all. The last thing he wanted was to give her some, and have her have a bad reaction, get overwhelmed, turn into a crying mess in a fetal position somewhere, and then he’d be trying to take care of her in the midst of his own kinked-out Pixie trip!

Ahh, a nibble on the hook. And about time, too. Jessica gratefully took the beer he handed her - how many had she drunk already? Shit, she didn't remember.

And then he mentioned Pixiedust. She almost choked as she had been mid-drink when he said it. Thankfully she managed to swallow instead of spit up the beer. If only she'd know that would be a preview for the rest of her night.

She smiled and tilted her head, running her fingers through her hair. "I don't think I've heard of that. What is it? What's it do?" She leaned forward and whispered loudly, "It wouldn't fry my brain or make me think I fly by jumping off the roof or anything, would it?" She giggled, feeling the alcohol now. Maybe this was a bad idea. She was getting too drunk to keep up this act for much longer. But her green eyes were wide behind her raven mask, truly curious to find out what was in this menace.

Tommy laughed and shook his head. “Nah, seems like it mostly just makes you insatiably horny,” he said with a smirk. “At least, nobody I talked to that had tried it seemed like their brain was fried afterwards. But they were raving about it. Ecstatic, even.”

He took another drink of his beer, craving something stronger in that moment. He sniffed and remembered the cocaine in his pocket. “You know, but most of those folks were more… experienced with mind-altering substances. One of them, she told me it was like being on the best combination of coke, X, and acid that she’s ever experienced. I, uh… didn’t ask about the sex, though. I have to assume she enjoyed that quite a bit as well.”

He shrugged, curious to see if mentioning so many illicit substances would scare this girl away.

“You alright? I’ve got a little coke if you want a pick-me-up.”

Jess knew in that moment she had to make a decision. If she backed down, she'd lose him. If she accepted his offer, she was risking her degree, her future profession...hell she'd be risking jail.

But what he described explained what happened to Kara. She kept getting busted for boys in her room. She quit going to class and hanging out with a rough crowd of men. Between her grades and new social life, it was no shock when her parents came to drag her back to whatever podunk town she was from.

So she shrugged. "Sure. Unless you have any Pixiedust." When his eyebrows rose, she chuckled. "Hey, Halloween only comes once a year."

Tommy raised an eyebrow and laughed along with her. Of course he had Pixiedust, his personal stash. “You’re not wrong about that,” he said, looking around at the intoxicated costumed revelers partying throughout the frat house. It was quite tempting to just go all in with her right then and there, but a nagging suspicion halted that inclination.

He wasn’t above teasing her, however.

“I mean, I might have some,” he said, as he pulled out the tiny ziplock baggie of white powder and held it up for her to inspect for a moment before looking around. Nobody was paying them any attention. “But darling, I hardly know ya!” he smirked. “I don’t even know your name! You might take it and disappear on me, or worse, freak out.”

He dumped some of the powder out onto the kitchen counter behind them, and quickly scraped it into two jagged lines with an old credit card, rolled up a twenty-dollar bill from his wallet, and promptly snorted a line up his nose.

His eyes went wide as he felt the rush. “Fuck,” he said, sniffing and snorting a bit as he handed the rolled-up bill over to his companion. “That’s good shit,” he said. He felt that familiar buzz wash through his head, and the accompanying jolt of energy. “Damn good.”

Jessica stared at the rolled bill for a moment, her heart thundering in her chest. She assumed this was the coke he'd mentioned, and assumed it was. After all, he hadn't asked her to pay for it and he'd already offered it to her.

One more deep pull from her beer and she took it with trembling fingers. Then she held out her hand. "Jessi." God, no one had called her that since fourth grade. They shook hands, and she hoped he didn't notice how damp her palm was.

Then she steeled herself, bent over and inhaled through the bill like she'd seen him do. It burned a little, given that she was unused to snorting anything. Then her brain lit up, filling her with an energy unlike anything she'd felt before. Her body felt...incredible. "Holy fuck!" She dropped the 20 and swiped at her face before bursting into laughter.

“Tommy,” he replied, shaking her hand and noting with no small measure of bemusement her sweaty palms and quivering fingers. He watched as she bent over the counter and followed his lead, snorting her own line up.

And he had to chuckle a bit at her enthusiastic reaction, once the coke hit her and she felt the effects. “See, that’s not so bad, is it?” he asked rhetorically. The full line he’d done had given him quite the boost. He upended his beer, drinking down what remained, and grabbed another one.

The kitchen was feeling a bit stifling. The dance floor seemed almost too chaotic. “C’mon, I need a smoke, let’s see what they’re doing out by the pool,” he suggested, taking Jessi by the hand.

When Tommy grabbed another beer, so did Jess, mostly out of reflex. Everything seemed so pretty! And though her head spun a little bit, she felt fan-fucking-tastic!

He grabbed her hand and led her back through the house. She almost wished they would stop and dance, maybe burn a little energy under the wild stroking lights. But he pulled her on out back, which was probably for the best. The dance floor was packed and hot. Her dress was already sticking to her a little more just from walking through there.

They ended up back by the pool, and Jess was happy to toss her sandals off and drip her feet back into it. With a grin, she clicked her beer against Tommy's before drinking it. "So," she asked playfully, "do you always give away drugs to strange girls at parties, or am I just lucky?"

The dance floor was quite tempting; the beat was infectious and Tommy definitely wanted to get up close and personal with this girl, but he had a good feeling they would find their way there soon enough.

The hot tub scene, across the way, had turned into a full-blown orgy at this point. There were six or seven people in there, all of them in some state of erotic enjoyment. They were groping each other, sucking dick and eating pussy, fucking.

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They dipped their feet in the pool, and Tommy chuckled at her question. “The weirder the better,” he replied, giving her a wink, before turning the query back on her. “Do you often take drugs from strange men at parties, or am I just lucky?” he asked.

The weirder the better? Wait, he was calling her weird! Rather than be offended, she burst out laughing. She supposed she was pretty weird!

She drained what was left of her beer and shook her head. "Nope. I have never taken drugs from a stranger before, not even one as cute as you." Oh, she hadn't meant to say that last bit but it sorta slipped out. He didn't seem displeased, though, which left her smiling.

Jess took a deep breath and looked around. Once glance at the hot tub brought a blush to her face. And a little heat elsewhere. The sounds were hard to ignore and she found them arousing.

She turned her attention back to Tommy and gave him a shy smile. "So what's with the mixed costume? Mad Hatter seems more appropriate that the Phantom, if you ask me."

Tommy shrugged. “It was kind of a last-minute thing to throw together,” he replied, leaning back and looking up to the full moon for a moment. He had a damn good buzz on, and he had to smirk at her comment about him being cute.

The orgy in the hot tub was quite the distraction, however, as well as quite the inspiration. Tommy recalled the capsules in his pocket, and was more and more tempted to offer one to this curvy, friendly blonde.

He pulled out his pack of smokes, but instead of a cigarette, produced a hand-rolled joint from within. He showed it to Jessica and raised an eyebrow for a moment before sparking it up, sucking it to life, and blowing the smoke towards the moon.

He offered it over to her. “It’s just some weed,” he promised. “I don’t know if you’re ready for Pixie. You might wind up like those folks in the hot tub!”

Jess couldn't get over how detailed everything seemed right now. She thought if she could stare long enough at Tommy, she'd be able to count every hair on his head. But her mind kept zooming around, and all of the lights and music kept distracting her. How had she not noticed all of these things before?

Tommy pulled out what at first she thought were cigarettes before he lit it and the smell wafted over to her. "It’s just some weed,” he said as he offered it to her. “I don’t know if you’re ready for Pixie. You might wind up like those folks in the hot tub!”

She wanted to ask if weed was going to help her drown out the sounds from the hot tub, because they were really winding her up. A definite heat radiated from between her legs, and between the noise and the beer and the coke she had foolishly snorted, she found herself wanting Tommy to stop being such a gentleman.

Idiot! You came here to bust him, not fuck him! she reminded herself. But she could do that later, right? After she stopped feeling like she was flying?

She took the joint from him and imitated the way he'd inhaled it. But her lungs felt seared as she tried to hold it in and began to cough. Then she started to laugh while she was coughing, her eyes watering, so she handed it back to him. "Sorry, it's been ages since I've done that." A complete lie, but she was trying to get him to offer up that pixie.

Tommy smirked as Jess coughed out the smoke, and took the joint back from her and sucked down another puff. For him, everything was hitting just right: the alcohol had him feeling loose and friendly, the coke had him buzzing with energy, and the weed provided just the right heady high to take the edge off.

“No worries,” he said, taking another toke before offering the joint back to Jess. He leaned back a bit and gazed skyward for a moment before eyeing the fuckery going down in the hot tub, and started growing more and more eager to indulge in his own pixie-trip, especially if Jess was along for the ride. He glanced over at her.

“Think you can handle it? The pixie? It looks pretty intense…”