PixieDust (closed for Minxy)

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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...
 
Nina Hunter was at the frat party due to a tipoff from an anonymous source at the university. She’d been trying for months to investigate ‘Pixie’ but all she had to go on was hearsay and other’s experiences. As an aspiring journalism student, she wanted to crack the story and have it printed in the Student Gazette, as well as using it for her portfolio when applying for a real world job.

She’d not quite gate crashed, but had turned up uninvited to the house party. She knew Pixie would be around tonight and she needed to buy a pill or two to get it tested and find out what it actually did to people. She walked around, trying to chat to people, but found she was being ignored mostly because of her height. Being petite had its positives but tonight with the music being so loud, and everyone much taller, she couldn’t be heard.

She didn’t usually go out on Halloween, usually preferring to stay home and watch slasher marathons on cable while eating popcorn and psyching herself out while wearing pyjamas. But tonight she had dressed for the occasion. Unlike the slutty nurses and slutty witches, Nina had put some thought into her costume. A grey skirt, black heels, a white shirt, her black framed glasses covering her brown eyes. Her brown hair curled and brushing her shoulders. On top of that, an old reporters hat she’d found in an op shop, with a PRESS ticket taped onto the side.

She went outside for a breather and accepted a cigarette from someone. She’d quit over the summer, but needed one tonight. She was having no luck with a lead and was about to leave the party, when she saw someone with an elusive tablet in their hand. She went running over to ask them the details, but on the way, someone grabbed her hand and drunkenly asked her to dance. By the time she shook him off, it was too late. Damn, she thought, I’m never going to get my story at this rate!
 
Tommy had run into a buddy of his, one of the very few that knew that he had the PixieDust hook-up (although no one at all knew he was the one cooking it up). Eddie was hoping he still had some; Tommy had to take a quick inventory, and they stepped outside to the back porch to smoke. Eddie lit up a cigarette, his date, a young co-ed that Tommy didn't know, and wouldn't have recognized anyone due to her mask, lit up a joint. Tommy lit a cigarette and pulled out what remained of his stash. Five pills. He handed two off to Eddie, and Eddie slipped him the money.

It was dark, and fairly crowded, so Tommy wasn't worried about anyone seeing them make the exchange, until he locked eyes with a petite brunette. She was dressed as an old-time news reporter, smoking a cigarette, and in spite of her small stature and the many people around them, she had clearly seen the sale go down.

She was a stunning young woman, really. Her demure costume couldn't hide her slender form and killer curves, and her ample breasts seemed to want to bust the buttons of her white shirt despite her best intentions of modesty in the face of what was otherwise a slut-fest.

"Thanks again buddy," Eddie said, and Tommy nodded, watching as Eddie and the girl, dressed as a curvaceous, slutty angel, swallowed the pills and went off to enjoy themselves. Tommy eyes, however, never left the brunette reporter across the way.
 
Nina had been texting her boyfriend, Sam, when she looked up. Her jaw dropped. Had she really just seen the Phantom of the Opera sell pills? She had to speak to him about his dealer and where he received his stock. But how would she question him without scaring him, she wondered. Should she flirt a little, or just go straight for the jugular? She butted out her cigarette on the concrete and threw the butt in a bin that was overflowing with the remnants of cigarettes that other smokers had left behind.

She slowly made her way over with a bemused smile on her face as she scoped him out. He was kind of cute, physically, he looked like her type. Her type being guys were taller than her. And fit. She liked guys who had nice bodies. Sam wasn't her type physically, but as they were high school sweethearts, she wasn't going to dump him over his weight gain since living at school.

“Hello, I’m Nina,” she said gently, extending her right hand. “I’m not sure we’ve ever met before. I transferred from community college last semester. I heard this party was the place to be seen for Halloween. Now as this is my first frat party, I thought it might be a rite of passage to get messed up. I see you have the goods, what are you selling? I want in!"
 
Tommy couldn't help but notice the young brunette dressed as a reporter make her way towards him, and was pleasantly surprised when she introduced herself.

He took her hand, not letting go as he listened to her continue. Behind his mask, he raised an eyebrow, even as he took a moment to survey her luscious form.

He shook his head at her question, bringing a finger up to his lips. "I'm not selling anything," he said, looking around for a moment. No one seemed to have noticed what she had said. Selling illegal drugs was a delicate business, after all; most people were a bit more subtle with their words.

"I may be willing to share, however..."
 
Nina brightened and smiled at the prospect of trying the Pixie. She figured she'd wait until she tried it before asking the Phantom her list of questions. She noticed they were still holding hands and she blushed, not wanting to let go. He had a sense of confidence about him that others didn't and she found that so attractive in him.

"Sure, I'm happy to share, do you want to do it here, or somewhere a little more private?" She asked as she slowly withdrew her hand and stood awkwardly. "We can always get out of here, I have my car at the front, but being a frat house, I'm totally sure that we can find somewhere quiet."

Nina stopped talking. This always happened when she got nervous, she started rambling. And now was no exception. She folded her arms across her chest self-consciously, not realising it was causing strain on her shirt and accentuating her large chest.
 
Tommy smirked a bit, noticing the way Nina nervously rambled on, and then crossed her arms in such a way as to push her tits up in her blouse just a bit, drawing his attention momentarily to her chest before his eyes moved back up and locked with hers once more.

He swept her along then. "We'll find someplace inside," he whispered, heavily in her ear, as his hand fell on the small of her back and he guided her along back into the party.

He looked around; the tone of the party had changed significantly over the last half hour. He'd sold some hundred capsules to a variety of costumed partiers, and he was starting to see the effects of his concoction playing out on the dance floor, on sofas and love seats and recliners, in corners, couples sneaking into closets and down dark hallways, or even openly making out, even groping out in the open!

This party was going to get very interesting...
 
Nina enjoyed the feel of the Phantom's warm hand on the small of her back. She looked around at the party. What had started as a regular frat party, was now resembling a Roman orgy. She noticed that the people in this room seemed rather uninhibited, they were making out, and stroking each other. And a couple on the couch were just having sex, totally unashamed, on a sofa.

She bit her lip nervously, what was she getting herself into? She'd tried to research PixieDust as much as she could, but there was either nothing written up about it, or nobody wanted to share any information. Before her editor had pushed her into the story, there was not much known about it unless you'd used it yourself. Now was her chance to get first hand experience.

They walked through the house, occasionally sidestepping people. Nina was looking around, observing, taking mental notes, when she walked into the back of the guy in the mask. Apologising, she straightened herself off. Realising she hadn't asked yet, she made eye contact with the mystery man and stared him in the eyes, doing her journalist thing and making uncomfortable eye contact, she asked.

"If I'm about to share this with you, shouldn't I at least know your name?"
 
"Tommy," he replied, simply, before finding an available bathroom and ushering her inside; he flipped on the light and shut the door behind them, essentially blocking her in. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the baggie of what remained of his stash: three capsules in all. Carefully, he took two of them out, and emptied the fine white powder onto the bathroom countertop.

A credit card and a short straw came out of another pocket, and he promptly began using the card to rake the powder out into lines, four in all, two for each of them.

He turned and looked at her. "Have you ever snorted anything?" he asked, simply, as he took his mask off and let her see his face, offering her the straw. He had a feeling she'd never done this kind of thing before. He also had a feeling that there was more to her than she was letting on... but, she was fucking hot, and ready to party, so he let that slide. There was always more to people than they put out there.
 
Nina shook her head, keeping her eyes locked on Tommy. Wow, he was hot, she thought. She didn’t want to make a fool of herself, so she took the straw he offered and twisted it around in her fingers, nervously. She’d had the opportunity to try cocaine but ended up in a reverse peer-pressure situation where her friends tried to talk her out of it. She spoke, shakily.

“I, I’ve never done this before, I’m not really even sure how to do it. I mean, I’ve seen it in movies before, is it as easy as that?” Stop it, Nina, she told herself again. She was a little unsure of snorting it, thought that seeing as they were in capsule form, they would be taking them orally.

And what if she had a reaction? She didn’t know what was in it, just knew it made people extremely horny. She’d not even done anything illicit before, just the occasional shared joint at a party. She took her hat off, feeling warm in the small bathroom. She noticed Tommy stood in front of the bathroom door. She couldn’t leave now, anyway. She needed to do this. For research. She took off her hat and while loosening her curls, she dropped the straw on the blue tiles.
 
Tommy couldn't help but smirk a bit listening to Nina, watching her nervously toy with the straw. She let her curls out a bit, accidentally dropping the straw, and Tommy quickly bent down and picked it up, and then looked up at her from below. His free hand moved to her leg, and his fingers trailed up her calf as he rose, and then winked at her before standing upright, towering over her.

"It's easy," he explained. "Hold it like this," he said, showing her how he held the straw with his index and middle fingers. "Put it in one nostril, and use your thumb to shut the other one tight. And then just bend over and drag it along the line as you breathe in through your nose." He bent over and did exactly that, snorting up one of the lines in a slow, steady motion, before throwing his head back and sniffing again, making sure to get all the powder up into his nasal cavity.

It burned at first, as usual, but the coke that was mixed in did an excellent job of bringing on a numbing sensation through his head, easing things in.

"Just like that," he said, offering Nina the straw once again.
 
Nina awkwardly accepted the straw again, a little grossed out that it had been inside Tommy’s nose. She tried to hold it as he’d shown her but her fingers fumbled. She used her thumb and index finger to hold it in her nose, and used the index finger of her other hand to block her nostril. She felt so silly. At the same time she felt like her leg was on fire where he’d touched her, the heat spreading to the rest of her body. Her face was completely flushed.

“Okay, well, wish me luck,” she said as she bent over and mimicked the action she’d just seen Tommy perform. She dragged the straw along the line as she inhaled. She stumbled with the straw a couple of times, making the line jagged. She finished and tilting her head back, she sniffed as hard as she could. She felt something dripping in the back of her nose and she started coughing, hard. Her eyes watered and she went bright red.

“Tommy,” she choked out, “is everything meant to be really numb? I can’t feel my nose and I feel like I’ve eaten a jar of wasabi!”
 
Tommy chuckled, his hand finding the small of her back once again.

"Yeah, that's it, you got it," he said. "Yeah, it's supposed to get all numb, don't you worry about a thing. You did good," he said, his hand sliding down and giving her a gentle pat on the butt.

"Now go ahead and do the other one," he said, a devious glint in his eye as he smirked at her, his fingers lingering along the curve of her ass...

He was standing right next to her now, close enough he could smell the lingering shampoo in her curly hair. His eyes appreciated the tight clothes she wore, especially the way her tits seemed to cause the buttons of her blouse to strain just a bit, as if there was too much flesh there to contain...
 
Nina gasped inaudibly as she felt Tommy touch her butt. She knew he didn’t know what he was doing to her, but it took all her willpower not to lean up and kiss him then and there. She grabbed the straw again and with his hand on her, she felt reassure and bent over and snorted the second line.

This time felt a lot easier and as she tilted her head back, she made contact with Tommy’s shoulder and when she looked in the mirror, she saw how she fit just so right under his arm. She leaned into him, passing him the straw. She felt a lot number now, and everything was starting to feel a bit fuzzy.

She was feeling very warm and unbuttoned the top button of her shirt, the cool air from the bathroom seeped into her heated skin. She fanned her face with her hand and waited for Tommy to take his second line. She wasn’t sure how she should feel just yet, but she could feel her nervous energy had disappeared.
 
Tommy watched in the mirror as she bent over and did her second line, taking this one like a pro. He had admit, he was impressed with her. He took the offered straw and watched as she unbuttoned the top button of her blouse; just a touch of cleavage was now clearly visible, and he was terribly grateful for it.

He winked at her again, and then leaned over and snorted up his second line, finishing off the powder on the countertop. He took it quickly, and leaned back and sniffed again, ensuring it was all up there in his nose, before setting the straw down.

"Whoo, that's good shit," he said, shaking his head a bit as the numbing sensations really settled in. "The last time I did this stuff, it took about forty-five minutes or an hour or so before it all really kicked in," he explained.

"But, I bet if we did some coke, it'd all kick in pretty damn quick..." he said, reaching into a hidden pocket and pulling out a small baggie filled with a white powder...
 
"Coke, are you sure? I'm pretty that's illegal," said Nina, before realising how silly her words sounded. She'd just taken Pixiedust. Two lines, no less. Who knew what was in that, and what it was cut with. So why was she worried about the cocaine? Making up her mind she decided to try some. Just one line, she thought. Curiously, she watched Tommy open the bag.

Nina watched him dump out some of the white powder into the counter. She grimaced at the thought of what was living on the fraternity house bathroom counter. Surely these guys didn't practice very good hygiene. He cut the lines with precision; like an artist, almost.

Feeling confident, she took the bag from Tommy's fingers, letting her hand linger on his for far too long, before copying his actions from earlier. She shook out a little and tried to cut the powder into lines. Hers are a little shorter and more jagged than his.

Nina looked over at Tommy and gave him a half-smile before finding the straw on the counter and snorted a line. The cocaine burnt more than the Pixie but she didn't care now. She threw her head back, not caring how she looked. Her curls flying over her shoulders. She sniffed as hard as she could, feeling good. She didn't expect what happened next.

She started to tremble a little, her skin overheated and she unbuttoned her shirt completely, exposing a white bra. Confused with all the feelings coursing through her, Nina backed up against the counter and slid down. As she sat on the ground, she looked up at Tommy, who looked 8 feet tall above her and she whimpered, "Am I meant to feel this turned on? I, I can't explain it. What's happening to me, Tommy?"
 
Tommy watched as she tentatively cut out her own lines, trying her hand at a skill he had mastered a while ago. She was determined, for sure, it seemed, to impress him. She snorted up one of her little jagged lines, and it hit her pretty hard.

She was a little thing, after all; her small body didn't need as much to get the full effect going as his larger form did.

"Yep, that's how it's supposed to work," he said with a smirk, admiring her now-displayed cleavage in the lacy white bra. "And it's only going to get better," he said, before bending over and snorting his own line.

The coke went up nice and smooth. He sniffed it up, and then switched nostrils with the straw and railed the other line he'd cut out for himself, quickly getting quite a bit in. He stepped back, shutting his eyes tight for a moment, letting the rush flood over him. The heady sensations settled in, and he started to feel his whole body tingle alive, the Pixie pushed into overdrive and kicking in.

"Fuck, yeah, that works like a charm," he said, opening his eyes and looking down at his partner in crime. He leaned down then, eye level with her. She had a bit of remnant powder on her nose. He reached towards her and used his thumb to clear it away, showed it to her, winked and then sucked the drug right off his thumb.

"You still got some left," he said, before helping her back up to her feet. He stood her up, and placed himself right behind her, his hands on her hips, his crotch pressed tight against her round ass, and they locked eyes in the mirror in front of them. "Go for it, doll," he said.
 
Nina was glad Tommy was standing behind her. Both cause she wasn't sure if her legs would hold and she enjoyed feeling him pressed up against her closely. His hands on her hips was doing wonders in calming her momentarily and as they made eye contact in the mirror, she tilted her head and realised how good they looked together. Albeit a little mismatched in their Halloween costumes.

Nina took the straw that was lying on the counter and leaning over, she went to take her last line. In bending over, she ground her butt against Tommy's crotch pressed tightly against her. She may have done it twice. She stayed in that position for a minute before working up the courage to take the second line.

She bumped her last line, feeling like a pro. Sniffing it all back, she felt everything intensify inside her and she gasped loudly. She straightened up and looked at herself in the mirror, wiping her nose a little. She made eye contact with Tommy again and smiled. Clearing her throat, reporter mode kicked back in, and she asked, "So, what is actually in Pixie, do you know?"
 
Tommy may have been enjoying Nina's oh-so-slightly wiggling butt against his crotch a bit too much. Oh who was he kidding. She had an ass to die for and he couldn't help but envision it bare, exposed, and up in the air, his hand raining spankings down upon her tender, firm flesh.

He shook his head, noticing the reaction the thought caused down below; or was that caused by the way she rubbed that ass against him. Both, perhaps? Perhaps, indeed, it was the Pixie driving all of it, the naughty thoughts and rapid erection.

Or maybe he was just a perv. Regardless, watching this neophyte bend over and take her line in a single swift motion like that turned him on immensely.

But her question, as their eyes locked in the mirror once more, raised some questions of his own. Of course he knew exactly what was in PixieDust, he made the shit himself! But no one else knew that, save one very trusted confidante. He shook his head.

"Nah, I forgot to have the chemical analysis done at the lab when I picked them up," he said with a smirk, the sarcasm dripping off his tongue. "Some people just think it's super-X or something. I don't know, though, there's gotta be more to it than that."
 
Nina laughed, disbelieving Tommy. She knew he knew more about it than he was letting on. She had to be a little more subtle in her questioning from now on, but she figured she would wait til the Pixie kicked in and they were feeling mellower.

“That’s okay, I was just curious. I can honestly say I’ve never taken ecstasy before, so I’m quite looking forward to the effects,” she offered, trying to backtrack a little. She didn’t want to scare him off, and she didn’t want to feel the effects of Pixie on her own, as a total novice to the drug scene.

In straightening herself up earlier, she missed feeling Tommy pressed up against her. She could feel he was starting to get hard against her. Which suited her perfectly. She could feel herself getting wet and her underwear was getting damp as well. Her thoughts turned to Sam momentarily but forgot him quickly.

Nina turned to face Tommy and took his hand in hers. He felt as warm as her. She moved his hand, her fingers intertwining in his and put it on her chest and asked, “Feel my heartbeat? I’ve never felt it race this fast before in my life. Not even when I tried to run a half marathon once.”
 
Tommy smiled softly at her, wondering why she was so curious as to just what was in his concoction. Not that she knew it was his concoction, after all. He watched as she turned, and took his hand in her. He felt the connection immediately, undeniably, the Pixie kicking in hard for both of them, judging by the look in her eye.

And that was just the heady, emotional bit kicking in. The physical was only just starting to manifest itself. He watched as she guided his hand to her chest, asking him to feel her heartbeat.

"Yeah, a mile a minute," he said, his hand pressing firmly against her chest, his fingers pushing against the flesh of her breast. He could feel her heartbeat, quite clearly. He took her hand in his and guided it to his chest, slipping it inside his shirt, letting her feel his heartbeat as well.

"That's probably just the coke..." he said. He was starting to flush, his body getting hot as things were kicking into overdrive... and feeling a bit claustrophobic in the tiny bathroom. "C'mon, it's a party," he said, taking her hand and opening the bathroom door to lead her out...
 
“Wait, I can’t go out there like this! Let me just button up,” Nina scrambled to button her shirt, and in doing so haphazardly fastened her shirt, barely covering her bra and still leaving her midriff exposed. She gripped Tommy’s hand hard, harder than she would normally and let him lead her into the party.

Well, it had been a party at the start of the night. The bedrooms they passed now resembled a roman orgy. Naked, sweaty bodies were writhing around any surface they could find, people were swapping partners and the smell of sex hung in the air, an arousing scent.

The lounge room still seemed relatively normal, there were some people fucking, but mostly it was people drinking, talking, dancing. There was a fog in the air, Nina couldn’t work out if it was the weed people were smoking or if it was the Pixie making everything seem surreal.
 
Tommy chuckled a bit as Nina barely got a couple of buttons fastened on her blouse, covering herself up just enough to be halfway decent. Her now-displayed cleavage and midriff, however, had many guys' eyes following them as they meandered down the hall and back into the main hall.

Tommy sniffed, feeling a bit of remnant coke bounce up his nose and into his nasal cavity. He held tightly onto Nina's hand, almost as tightly as she gripped him. "I think we need a drink," he suggested, steering them back to the kitchen, where there was a group of frat brothers pouring beer from a keg, as well as a punch bowl filled with a red punch that was surely heavily spiked with booze.

"Beer or punch?" he asked, winking down at his companion. He pulled a cigarette out from a pack and put it between his lips, though he didn't light it just yet. The kitchen was even more smoke-filled with weed than the rest of the house, mostly from the guys at the keg passing a blunt back and forth and sharing it with everyone who came up for a beer.
 
“Punch, definitely, I don’t think I could drink beer right now,” mumbled Nina as she accepted a plastic cup from someone. She took a sip and made a face. It was like the long island iced tea of party punch. Many people must have spiked it through the night, she couldn’t even distinguish any certain liquor. It just tasted red. And went down way too easily. She accepted a second cup and drained that, too.

Feeling a little buzzed now, everything seemed like it was in slow motion. She was feeling really horny now, getting hornier by the minute. She really needed to fuck someone. No, not someone. Tommy. She put her cup down and noticed how the brothers around the keg were staring at her. She self-consciously buttoned up a couple of her shirt buttons, noticing they were leering at her chest.

Noticing Tommy put a cigarette between his lips, she took it from his lips and placed it between hers. Her lips pouted as she held it there, found a lighter and lit the cigarette. Four frat guys yelled at her to take it outside. Funny, she thought, as there was enough second-hand weed smoke in there to give her a contact high.

“Let’s get the fuck out of here,” she said loudly and sarcastically to Tommy. Her confidence was getting stronger and she didn’t give a shit who heard her. Displaying an insane amount of strength for a petite female, she grabbed Tommy roughly by the upper arm and dragged him onto the back porch with her. She sat on the back step, very unlady-like and smoked her cigarette with the ferocity of a chain smoker.
 
Tommy watched as Nina downed two cups of the punch rather quickly, and didn't do a thing to stop her. She was enjoying herself, it seemed; the next thing he knew, she was snatching the cigarette from between his lips, lighting it, and then dragging him along with her outside to the back porch, which was significantly less crowded. As in, they were alone. It seemed most of the cigarette smokers had decided the front yard was the place to smoke.

Tommy had grabbed a beer on his way out, barely, and took a drink off it once he regained his footing, having stumbled a bit. He walked past Nina a little, and pulled out another cigarette, lit it up, and looked at her. With the way she was sitting, he could clearly see right up her skirt. He smirked at her, dragging casually on his cigarette.

His cock felt thick, heavy in his jeans. He was no longer stiff, but he knew it wouldn't take much to get him there. He could feel the Pixie taking hold, his whole body tingling with lust and desire, all of it focused on this petite brunette vixen in front of him.

He took a long drink from his beer, surveying the beauty before him, as they smoked his cigarettes.

"Feeling good, doll?" he asked her, that smirk crossing his face once more.
 
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