Sam stands at the door looking out into the night. Clear skies allow the waning moon to shine down, creating long distorted shadows. The loading bay and the outside truck parking area is deserted. She can hear traffic, muffled by buildings and distance, it means nothing to her. Her eyes scan the high fence topped with rolls of barbed wire. It is new and unbroken. Sam steps out and looks left, then right. Right is the closer corner so she turns and walks.
Hungry.
At the corner, she can see a single parked car, brown. The make and model spark nothing in her. It doesn't register. The gate beyond is closed, the gap between it and fence is narrow. It appears to be the only opening. The empty building is large and the lot is larger still. It takes a couple minutes for Sam to reach the gate. The gap is actually wider than it looked and the gate flexes outward when pushed . She bends down and pushes against it with her shoulder and squeezes part way through. Her dress snags and rips, a small tear up her side, then she is through.
The road is as deserted as the parking lot. To her right it ends in a cul de sac. Sam turns left and walks. One side is the fenced perimeter, the other a wide empty lot with the detritus of a city scattered about. Ahead are more buildings, some in use, others abandoned. All have graffiti to some extent. Sam continues to walk.
A commercial zone, run down, shabby. There are stores, currently closed and a bar that is open. There are drug pushers and whores. She watches the skimpily clad women cackle and yell and lean into car windows. The men inside these cars, she is drawn to them.
Sickness.
Sam moves on.
Down the block from the busy bar, she sees a woman standing just outside a circle of light. She looks familiar, something squirms in Sam's brain. She has no thoughts, no opinions, and only one care: her hunger. Sam moves on again. Down a darkened alley, she hears three men talking, laughing. They are in a garage with the overhead door open, leaning against a tricked out lowrider style car. Men. Thieves. Killers. Gangbangers. The only thing that means anything to her is Men. She watches them as they talk.
Hungry.
Keeping to the deeper shadows, she moves closer. The Men continue to laugh and joke, but Sam is smiling for a different reason. The smaller one, with dark skin is closest to the doorway. He stops and lifts his nose. He stands up and takes a step, sniffs some more.
"Hey, De, you smell that?" The Man inhales deep. "What is that?" He feels a twitch in his pants. The taller and thicker build of the three, Dewayne, does not care. The third Man straightens from his slouch against the car and walks to the work bench at the back of the shop. Max is caught up in the enticing scent playing with his mind. And his cock.
"Shit man, that is..." Max closes his eyes and inhales slowly and deeply.
Sam removes her panties and her pheromones are released to the gentle night breeze. The first man, Max responds immediately.
"Whoa! That is... That is hot!"
"What the fuck is with you..." De has moved up beside Max, intending to find what he's talking about when Sam's scent hits him square in the nose. He stops dead in his tracks and sniffs, then inhales deeply. "Yea, that is hot. Yeo, Steve, you smellin' this?" Both are looking around, faces into the breeze. De's cock is starting to swell and stiffen. Sam bundles her panties into a ball, holding them in her hand. The third Man, Steve still has his back turned, all he smells is grease and gasoline.
Scared. Sex. Run.
Sex
Sam steps out of the shadow and into the garage. Both men snap to the sound of her heels on the concrete. Sam smiles as she runs a hand up her hip and waist and squeezes a breast, licks her lips. Standing in the light of the shop, the two men get a good view of the curves her dress accentuates. Cocks, already semi-hard, are rising to attention. Max reaches out and presses a button, the overhead door starts to close. Both men step around towards her as Sam walks along the other side of the car towards Steve, who still hasn't noticed her.
Steve hears the clicking clicking of Sam's high heels on the concrete right behind him, and the sound of the door closing. A sweet flowery scent is tickling his nose. He turns, confused and Sam, less than two feet away, throws her panties at his face. Steve almost fumbles the catch, the blue cloth is damp against his cheek and in his hand before he realizes just what he's holding. His senses go into overdrive from the scent of her panties as her pheromones invade his mind. Staring at the woman in the tight dress, he pulls them to his face and inhales. Sam's scent is strong and he feels a pleasurable wave sweep his mind. And it feels so good. Steve is instantly hard.
Max and De are around the car, cocks straining against their pants as they stroke themselves. Steve has his nose buried in the damp cloth and his mind is reeling and his cock is throbbing, aching stiff. None of them can take their eyes off the woman. The overhead door closes and Wendy's pheromone laced scent begins to fill the shop.
Max and De both reach for Sam, hands on her ass and wrapping round, squeezing her breasts. She reaches back and explores with her hands until she finds their stiff members and squeezes. She turns and takes De's hands and puts them to his pants and zipper. He immediately starts undressing, as Sam turns to Max and unzips his fly. She strokes him through his underwear and suddenly Max can't get his clothes off fast enough. There is no joking now, no more talking. Just moans and gasps.
Steve watches entranced, panties to his nose as the woman steps closer, her scent in his head. He knows something is wrong but he can't get enough of her scent. He inhales again and another wave of pleasure washes through his mind. Steve shudders and lets the wave sweep his worries away. His cock is so hard and it feels so good. He relaxes and just doing that feels good.
He whimpers softly as she pulls the panties from his face. He watches as she lifts her dress and pulls his clutching hand between her legs. Her head goes back and she moans as she makes him rub her panties across her sex. He can't take his eyes off her and her now glistening panties. Then she steps closer, pulls him into a kiss and strokes his cock. Steve melts, the feel of her lips, her hand, is filling his mind. He feels wet sticky cloth against his face and he greedily snatches at it and inhales. Her slick juice, mixed with the gel inside her is electric against Steve's face. He shudders with ecstasy as a drop lands on his upper lip. The ooze coats his lips and they tingle with pleasure. Steve gives in a whole lot more and rubs the wet panties across his lips.
The shop is filled with Sam's scent, her pheromones. It has invaded the men's minds, slowly pushing everything else out. Waves of pleasure every time they give in to their overpowering lust. The more they let go, the better it feels. The better it feels, the more they let go. Nothing else matters. All sensations are magnified. Even the feel of cloth against skin is ecstatic. It has made them so horny, so hard. There is only the scent and the woman and their desire. Their need to fuck.