Parfum

All characters are over the age of 18. All the science in this story is utter bunk. This series of stories involves a very slow build-up which is just the way I like it. This is also my first attempt at writing fiction (and I can tell you that it's hard work!). So be warned, impatient ones!

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James could still feel the gentle clenches of Arlene's pussy as it eased down gradually from the highs of what was very likely its first release at the hands of another human being. While it wasn't nearly as drenched as Jill's or even Joanne's, he wished that he could ...

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?! GET AWAY FROM HER, YOU BASTARD!" someone yelled in a high pitched voice.

Startled, James jumped in his seat and Arlene jumped a little with him. He looked to the left to see the heavyset, heavily made-up receptionist lady standing by the half-open door, pointing at him, her middle-aged eyes wide open behind a pair of glasses.

FUCK!

He quickly yanked his hand from inside Arlene's jeans and jerked himself upright. The sudden movement led to Arlene slipping down between his legs to the carpeted floor, her top riding up as she did so which brought her stomach into view. She slumped to the floor and suddenly scrambled on all fours, bare feet & pink hands taking her to the far corner of the small room.

"Are you OK, child?" the lady asked her firmly.

"WHAT are you doing just ... just

BARGING

inside like this?" James shouted at her hysterically. Later, he would realise that this was perhaps not the right tack to take.

The lady stared at him for a few seconds before focusing again on Arlene. James' half-Asian date was looking at him with a wide-eyed stare, a mixture of fright and Adam-induced confusion coupled with the aftermath of her orgasm.

No. That wasn't it.

There was a sense of déjà vu about this. Then he realised what it was. Arlene was experiencing the same but milder reaction as Jill had when he'd screamed at her.

Fuck!

But Jill had regained consciousness pretty quickly. He tried to compose himself.

The lady repeated her question. Arlene didn't respond to it this time either.

The woman leaned out of the door and spoke quietly to someone outside. James could not hear what she said exactly, but he caught the words

scream

,

security

and

rape

. He immediately realised that the situation could escalate really quickly. Any anger that he had had dissipated and was replaced by a sense of panicked focus. He needed a plan.

Arlene was still staring with a blank look and appeared to be completely out of it. But she was definitely still under Adam's influence. James looked at his watch. Its effects would last for 6--7 minutes longer. He still had some Adam left in any case.

How long had Jill been out for?

He tried to remember but couldn't.

Maybe a minute? Jill had been completely unconscious whereas Arlene was unconscious but with her eyes open?

He was about to move towards Arlene to check how aware she was when the receptionist lady leaned back into the room while whomever she had been talking to hurried off to bring a load of trouble to this party. He noticed the name-tag pinned to her dress as the door closed behind her. The lady was named Letisha.

"Letisha, there's been a mis-"

"Not a word out of you," barked the lady. "Just stand right there!"

She moved across to Arlene and tried to lift her up to the seat. James' brain was now in overdrive mode. He needed to nip this in the bud before things got out of hand.

What if this Letisha called the cops or worse, his parents?

Fuck

.

He shook his head

. Concentrate!

With the door closed again, he could detect the lingering scent of Adam still in the air within the room. But Letisha was black and this was Adam A, not C. Adam A would therefore take anywhere between 5 and 10 minutes to have any effect on her.

Fuck.

It was still better than nothing, though. James quickly took out the vial of Adam and emptied it completely over his arms and neck while Letisha was still facing away from him. He checked his watch. The next few minutes were going to be

really

long.

"There you go, darling," Letisha said as she managed to help Arlene to the couch. She lowered her own weight into the adjoining seat and took a hold of Arlene's hand. It was only then that she noticed the red-socked hands. She turned to give James a weird look before directing her attention back to Arlene. She reached for Arlene's chin and turned her face towards her. It was as she was checking her eyes that Arlene snapped out of it. Her eyes widened and she jerked herself away from the lady in front of her.

"Easy there, baby. I'm here to help. It's OK. It's OK," Letisha repeated.

Arlene look at the huge lady next to her and then looked at James. "What the heck's going on, James?" she asked him.

"It's just a mis-" he began again.

"You! Not a word." Letisha commanded. James shut his mouth.

"Darling, I think this boy has ... taken advantage of you," she said. "Did he give you anything to eat or drink?"

"What?" Arlene asked, confused. James squirmed.

Letisha calmly asked her again, "Did ... James ... give you anything to eat or drink? He might have slipped you something."

"What? No, no. We had a coffee. But that was a while ago."

"Hmm," Letisha replied noncommittally. "Are you sure, baby? You look like you've been drugged. I've seen this before."

Arlene looked up at James for a moment before replying, "Yes, I'm sure. I've not been drugged or raped."

A shiver passed right through him as he heard the r-word. He looked at his watch. Letisha had been in the vicinity of Adam for around 3 minutes thus far.

Letisha stood up and moved towards the door. She had been certain that the girl had been raped. She looked at the boy. He certainly didn't look the type.

But you can never tell with these white boys, can you?

She sighed.

"I don't know what's going on. But we're going to wait for the guard to get here," she informed them.

"Oh. Come on! We are just on a date!" James explained exasperated.

"You!" she commanded sternly, looking at James. "Take a seat."

James sighed and took a seat across from Arlene.

"As I said, I don't know what, but there's something weird going on here. You kids stay put. Someone will be here soon."

Arlene looked at James uncertainly. He tried to give her a quick reassuring smile, but it came out as more of a grimace.

The next few minutes were spent in an awkward silence. He kept staring at his watch and then at Letisha to look for the visual signs that indicated that she was under. His phone vibrated in between. It was Joanne. He still hadn't replied to her morning text or called her back and right now, she was the last person he wanted to talk to.

What a fucking mess!

Letisha too kept an impatient eye on her own watch as she waited for one of the mall's guards to turn up. Arlene, her shoes back on, spent most of the time looking at the floor with the occasional guilty sideways glance at her date.

This was all happening because I screamed, wasn't it?

She only vaguely remembered screaming, but she recalled vividly how wonderful she had felt at the time. She couldn't believe how aroused she still was. She tried to calm herself down and slow down her breathing. It didn't help much.

Ah! There it is.

James was relieved. Letisha was now breathing in heavily. He couldn't tell how dilated her pupils were behind her glasses, but he was reasonably certain that she was "under". It had been almost 8 minutes since she'd been exposed to Adam.

"Don't you think you should have a seat too, Letisha?" he

suggested

.

She looked at him for a second before slipping into the seat by the door.

It was almost a relief to be back in control of the situation. James quickly glanced at Arlene who had a surprised look on her face.

Oh shit! Was she still under?

This was the first time that two subjects had been exposed to Adam simultaneously. He'd also never tried repeat doses on a subject. Arlene was now past her 15 minute window. But it had only been around 8 minutes since he'd applied Adam on himself the second time around. No, she still looked like she was under. Her pupils were still a little dilated and she was still fidgety. James decided to risk going ahead.

"Don't you think this is all a big misunderstanding?" he pushed at Letisha.

She looked at him before sighing. "This looks like a big misunderstanding. But I can't take any chances, you know?"

Ugh.

"Arlene's told you that she has not been drugged or raped," he reasoned. "Don't you think you should let us go? Don't you think it's wrong to keep us here against our will?"

Letisha paused before looking at her watch and throwing her hands up her hands in exasperation.

"OK, kids. This is taking too long and I need to return to my desk. I'm going to let y'all go. But, rest assured. If I see the two of yous getting up to your shit ever again, there's gonna be trouble," she warned sternly from above her glasses.

James grabbed Arlene's hand and dragged her up and headed for the door.

"And Arlene, this boy here is nothing but trouble. I can sense these things. I'd keep away from him if I were you," Letisha added.

James kept his annoyance in check and opened the door only to find himself face to face with a burly man in uniform just about the push open the door.

"Hold on there," he was told. James backed up a bit.

What now!

"It's okay, Kevin. Let them go," he heard Letisha say from behind.

The guard examined him for a moment before stepping aside to let the two of them through. The last thing James heard as they rushed down the corridor and towards freedom was something about it being a big misunderstanding.

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By the time James and Arlene reached the ground level of the mall, it was she who was clutching his hand. She was a mixture of horny, heady, guilt combined with the shock of getting caught like they had.

What the fuck was I thinking? What would have happened if Mom had heard of this? Or worse.

She shuddered as she suppressed that line of thought. James was moving with a sense of purpose and led her into a nook by the bank of elevators.

"How are you feeling?" he asked, looking into her eyes.

"I'm ... I'm fine," she whispered back. She was still clutching

his

hand now, not letting go.

"Are you sure?" he asked.

Even as she nodded slowly, she felt her defences slipping as a tear exited her eye.

No! Stop it!,

she admonished herself.

"It's OK, Arlene. It's over now," she heard him comforting her. He lifted her chin and down deep into her eyes. She felt an up-swell of warmth gather in her chest. She heard him whisper something, but she didn't pay attention. She realised that the incident in the karaoke room was just a misunderstanding and could happen to anybody. They would probably look back and laugh about it in a few days time. She gave James a hug and didn't let go for a while.

"I'm better now. Thanks, James," she said as she released him. "The whole thing was just a misunderstanding. But it was really scary. I've never been in this kind of trouble before."

"We'll probably laugh about it tomorrow, won't we?" she added, smiling wanly. He nodded.

James walked her to the bus stop where they finally parted ways.

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James was in a sullen mood on the bus back home.

Couldn't shit just go as planned?!

Not only had the afternoon taken an unexpected turn, but he had lost objectivity yet again. Wasn't he already crazy about Jill, very likely the mother of his child? Wasn't she the one he was in love with? Then, shouldn't he have kept to the plan? Sure, it had been Arlene who had kissed him first. Even so, where had his self-control gone off to? He sighed.

The only silver lining of his afternoon was that the primary goal had been at least partially achieved. There was some confirmation to his theory that a psychological jolt when the subject was under Adam's influence could have an effect. In Jill's case, it appeared to be lasting. He needed more data to come to a reliable conclusion and then do something to fix things. James sighed again. More data meant more experimentation which, after the afternoon's screw-up, was the last thing he wanted to do. But, Jill was probably waiting to hear from him very soon. She might not have relied on her young student earlier. But now she "trusted" him. As James got off the bus, he resolved to be more focused from here on in.

He was greeted at home by his Dad who laughed out loud as he rushed red-faced up to his room. He wondered if his Mom knew about the panties. Did her car reek of sex?

"

Focus, James!

",

he told himself out loud as he powered on his computer to key in his latest experience. Documentation was key.

He realised when he was done that the afternoon could have turned out quite differently if he hadn't had Adam with him. Well, it was true that he wouldn't have been caught with his hand in Arlene's panties if it wasn't for Adam either. But he also probably wouldn't have made it out of that karaoke room scot-free without it. He'd been very lucky that he had had the luxury of time that afternoon, i.e., time enough for Adam A to take effect on Letisha. He'd also been lucky that that Adam A had actually worked on a black person as quickly as it did. He wondered about carrying vials of A, B, and C at all times. Or perhaps researching further to create a one-ring-to-rule-them-all Adam for women of all races ...

Hmm

.

That reminded James that his stocks of Adam--and Adam B in particular--were fast depleting. Without Jill around, it was no longer possible to synthesise more in the Chemistry lab. He needed to replenish his supply quickly. He had some money saved up, but he'd probably have to use all of it to get the equipment and ingredients. Some of the stuff he needed couldn't just be purchased off the shelf at Walmart either.

His phone rang to break him out of his reverie. It was Joanne. James decided not to pick up. He needed time to think.

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Joanne snapped her phone shut. It was galling having to call James herself. She was now really worried and wished she had never told Simone about last night. But she was her BFF and BFFs don't keep secrets from each other, do they? Especially sexual ones. Even so, Simone shouldn't have given her so much shit about blowing James Harrison. It was a good thing that she hadn't mentioned that it was she who had been the wanton instigating slut last night. Goosebumps rushed up her arms as she recalled touching herself in front of James.

What had she been thinking?!

And then James had asked her to masturbate for him! She could still feel a ghost of the pleasure she had felt as she performed for him. But then, 10 minutes later, he'd turned back into a li'l pissant. And now he had her (sopping wet) panties with him and God only knew what nerds named James William Harrison,

the fucking third

, would do with them.

Simone had then mentioned hearing a story about an asshole in her school who rented out his girlfriend's used panties to his friends. Joanne shuddered. It was certainly possible that Simone had made that shit up. But she couldn't get the story out of her head. Sure, James wasn't really the type of guy to do anything like that. But she's been on edge ever since the call and wanted her panties back and she wanted them before classes began the next day!

Why the fuck did I agree to a date with him in the first place?!

She had vaguely remembered making plans to meet him in the morning. But considering how the evening had ended, she hadn't bothered. And now she was stuck trying to get in touch with him.

The only good thing about today was that her parents were away attending a wedding and her sisters were also out. So, Joanne had had the house to herself and the measure of peace that came with it. She'd been a ball of frustration and disbelief all day. Part of her disbelief arose from the fact that she'd enjoyed being so brazen and the memory of the fantastic orgasm she'd had. She shook her head to clear her mind. Thinking about it was getting her nowhere. She needed to do something!

Joanne logged onto her laptop and into Facebook. James was on FB too, but she didn't want to be the one to send him a friend request.

Oh! What's this?!

Facebook was going nuts over the whole Jill Saunders thing. Apparently, she'd been fucking another teacher too. Nicole, who'd already passed out of school, thought that Mrs. Saunders was probably doing the principal. "Why else would she not have been reported to the school board or even the authorities?" And now, someone was saying that Jill had always been touchy-feely with her.

Oh Jesus!

And here was a screenshot of Kevin Mulligan saying that he had been the one whom Mrs. Saunders had been screwing. He was bragging about how good a lay she was. Joanne smirked. There was seriously no way that this kid was getting any anywhere except his right hand.

What a dweeb!

Her disdain for her classmate was interrupted by her phone ringing.

Finally!

It was James.

"Hello," she answered.

"Hi, Joanne! It's James."

Yes, I know that it's you, you dork.

"Hi," she replied patiently.

"Um. Sorry for not calling earlier. I've been kinda tied up all day.

<pause>

So, how are you?"

"I'm fine," she snapped. "Listen, you have something of mine. I want it back."

"Huh? What do you mean?"

This boy was a poor liar ... acting as if he didn't know what she was talking about.

"I'm pretty sure you know what I mean," she replied from between clenched teeth.

After another pause, James replied, "Uhh yeah. I do. I will be going by your house later tonight. Do you want to meet somewhere and I'll give it ... er ... them to you?"

Joanne breathed a quiet sigh of relief.

"When will you be coming here?"

"Probably before 8," he replied.

"In that case, just meet me at my house. There's nobody else home," she added unnecessarily.

"OK. I'll text you before I come, just to be sure."

"Alright," she replied before hanging up.

Joanne leaned back in her chair and stretched. She felt a lot more relaxed now than she had been two minutes earlier. But she wasn't out of the woods yet. Should she have invited him home? Would that send the wrong signal to him? And why did she tell him that she was all alone? At the same time, a small, teeny-tiny part of her brain was also excited at the thought of the two of them alone again.

"No way," she said out loud just as he phone rang again.

"Hey Joe ..." sang her BFF on the phone. Joanne couldn't help laughing.

"What's up, bitch-queen?" Simone had a nasty, overbearing streak that frequently got her on the wrong side of people, usually the ones that did not measure up to her standards. In eighth grade, someone had called her "bitch-queen" and Joanne never let her forget it.

"Nothing much. I'm bored. How about you? Has madam gotten her knickers back yet?"

Joanne chuckled. "No. I haven't gotten my

knickers

back yet. But he's bringing them over in a couple of hours."

"Wow! You really did it? You asked him to bring your soaked, wet, drenched, aromatic, fragrant, used panties back and he agreed?"

"Eww. Simone, you can sometimes be really gross!"

"Whaaaat did I saaaay?" she mock-whined in reply. "Whose idea was it?"

"Whose idea was what?"

"Whose idea was it to come over?"

"Uh. His."

Or was it mine?

"I think."

"Hmm. And no one else is going to be at home, right?"

"Nope."

Where was she going with this?

"In that case, I'll come over. When did he say he was coming?"