“So, Ray, what’s up,” you greet your long time best friend, Ray Almand in his office. A few minutes ago, you got a very excited phone call from him, demanding you go right to his office to see something.
He hands over five bottles, full of small round pills, “This is it, Eric. Remember how I’ve always said I’d make something to increase sex drive? Well, here it is!”
Now surprised, and rather impressed, you looked at the pills with interest, “Really? That’s awesome, man! Have you tested it yet?”
Looking slightly guilty, Ray answered, “Well, sort of. I’ve only tested it with two couples, but that’s not nearly enough… But that’s what I asked you to come here for! I would like you to field test this baby!”
“Like… gather up couples and tell them to take an unknown drug,” you ask, confused. “I doubt that’d work. No matter what I told them.”
“Well… you could do that,” he said, moving around you to hastily close the door. “Or… you could use it in a less… scientific way. I know you haven’t been with anyone for a long time – I thought you’d like an opportunity like this.”
Seeing the pills in a new light, thoughts of what you could do ran rampant through your mind… until reason poked its way in.
“What about the consequences? Does this… hurt people? And what will they do when it wears off?”
Ray sighed and sat down, “On whether it hurts people… it shouldn’t. But I can’t be sure until more testing is done. And you know I could never get official sanction for this. That’s where I need you.”
“Okay, I can accept that,” you acquiesce. After all, you come from a very wealthy family, so it’s not like you couldn’t afford any financial consequences. “But what about after it wears off?”
“In the couples we tested, the women had a difficult time remembering what happened. Only with prompts from their partners did they recall any of what happened under the influence of the drug. It is my belief that when the drug takes effect, the sexually-stimulated hormones of females reaches levels so high, that it actually causes short-term, limited-amnesia. I don’t know if it is curable in every subject, but they shouldn’t recall anything they do under the influence, unless immediately prompted to remember.”
Breathing a sigh of relief, you tell Ray that you accept the task of field work. After all, having sex with anyone you could convince to have a drink (with the crushed pill inside) is definitely something you would love to do.
Before you left, Ray delivered a final warning.
“Just remember – those pills are very strong. Use only one per person! And make sure to actually have sex with them too, for as long as they need it, otherwise it could cause some serious side-effects!”
On the short drive home, you wondered how you would begin testing these ‘sex pills’ as you thought of them. Each of the five bottles contained one hundred and fifty pills, so you certainly had enough to get on with.
Hurrying up to the third floor (to your bedroom) so none of your family members would ask about why you were holding five bottles of pills, you hid them in your dresser and sat down on your bed.
You were an average looking guy – twenty-three years old, 180 pounds, with messy brown hair and blue-grey eyes. You weren’t a big fan of exercise, but occasionally did a few push-ups and sit-ups. Despite being rich, you never liked spreading the fact about, so during high-school and college you dressed very middle-class. Women never seemed to notice you – your last girlfriend was during freshmen year in college. She stayed with you for ten months before a mutual break-up.
“Eric, are you home,” you heard your mom shout from the first floor. You leaned over the balcony and shouted down that you were and she told you to be down for dinner in an hour.
An idea struck you as you returned to your bed and flicked on the 50inch LED television. Your family was pretty good looking, if you had to admit it to yourself. You knew it was wrong, but sometimes you caught yourself, while masturbating late at night, thinking about some of them…
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