Laurel: Test Subject #3 & #5
I got a most unexpected surprise one morning from a former test subject, Laurel. If you've read her story, which was third in the series, she was the lovely woman who had been divorced twice due to her inability to respond to sexual stimulation. My compound had been designed specifically for women like her, women with a low sex drive, lack of libido, or women unable to orgasm, and have a fulfilling sexual relationship.
It turned out that Laurel responded as we had hoped, and she went on to be reunited with her first husband as a result, and so they lived happily ever after. Ah well, not quite, which was one of the reasons, she contacted me again.
'Hi, It's Laurel, I was one of your test subjects, do you remember me?' she began. I assured her that I did remember her, but I was a bit wary at the same time. Was this a possible law suit in the offing I was thinking? Had the 'release' form which absolved me of all legal repercussions been properly worded, and signed I wondered momentarily. Thankfully it was nothing like that, but she proceeded to ask me if I was still looking for test subjects, and when I said I was, she told me she had a friend who was interested in taking part. She told me the friend in question was sitting right beside her, and asked if I'd like to speak to her, which I agreed to.
She introduce herself as 'Christine' and she had a lovely voice, but sounded quite nervous, However, she managed to tell me that she had always had a very low sex drive, but enjoyed it on the rare occasions that it had occurred, although she didn't think she'd had an orgasm yet. She was now in her early thirties and would like to have a more active sex life, before it was too late, but at the moment it just didn't seem worth the bother because she got so little out of it. Laurel had mentioned me, and it seemed to her that this was exactly what she needed, if I thought she may be a suitable candidate for the test.
We arranged for her to come in the next evening after work, and when that was settled, she handed the phone back to Laurel, and we chatted for a moment or two, before Laurel said her friend was very nervous and would it be okay if she came with her? Well, I didn't see why not, so I agreed.
I went in early to my small 'consulting rooms' a grand name for a very small office, which consisted of a small vestibule, come waiting room, which was handy in insulating the sounds from the main part of the office. Most of my test subject were inclined to be quite loud during the course of their interview and test. The main office held an 'executive' chair and basic desk, a filing cabinet, a couple of none descript, but comfortable office chairs, and a couch.
I switched on the heating, because if past tests had proven anything, it was that test subjects were inclined to undress themselves once my compound got into their bloodstream. I had a last minute look around, just checking that everything was neat and tidy and well prepared, then lit a couple of incense sticks to make the place smell nice. Nothing is more off-putting to a subject or client than a dirty office, and funnily enough, the incense adds a touch of 'mystique,' as well as smelling good. A bit 'showbiz' in a way.
I didn't have to wait long before my intercom buzzed and just pausing long enough to ascertain it was them, I pushed the front door release to let them enter. I met them at the front door of my office and showed them into the main office, making sure the outer door was locked. They sat down on the office chairs I had arranged for them - they were nice enough chairs, with soft cushioned seats and back-rests, not those hard plastic one commonly known as 'poly-props.'
Laurel introduced me to her friend, Christine, and we smiled and shook hands. Christine turned out to be quite tall, about 5'8" in height, with gorgeous red hair, a shy but lovely smile and a figure and legs that were well worth another look, and another, and another. Laurel gave me a little hug, and reached up to kiss my cheek before they both sat down. Laurel crossed her lovely legs most seductively, and smiled at me again, showing a fair expanse of thigh.
There was a new confidence about her that hadn't been there when we had first met I thought. She exuded a quiet sensuality and was dressed much more stylishly too. I had an instant 'flashback' of her lying on my couch, naked with her legs spread, begging me to fuck her, and got instantly hard at the thought.
'Well Christine,' I began, and as usual I explained how the test would be conducted, the possible side effects, and how it may affect her. She listened, still looking nervous, and Laurel reached for and took her hand, whereupon she looked at Laurel and smiled. Was there something here between them, I wondered momentarily? After she had heard what I said, she nodded, and admitted she was really nervous, and I said, 'Look Christine, you don't have to go through with this. You can stand up and walk out that door, and I won't be annoyed, or think any the worse of you. This is something that you have to be sure of, so take a moment to think about it, but if you decide to go ahead with it, I need you to sign this release form.
Laurel signed one, as has every other test subject, so please have a read of it, and if there's anything you don't understand or object to, just ask questions. I don't want anyone to take part unless they have read and understood the conditions laid out in that form. Now, I'll give you a minute or two to read the form and discuss it with Laurel if you want. I went out into the outer vestibule and left them to it for a couple of minutes before returning.
They both smiled as I came back in and Christine handed me the form back, already signed. They hadn't wasted any time it seemed, so I opened the deepest drawer in my desk where I kept the small plastic glasses I served the compound in, and the dark bottle of the compound itself.
'Is that it?' Christine asked, voice so low it was almost a whisper. I confirmed that it was, poured a measured dose for her, and put it on my desk in front of her. She looked at it, but didn't reach for it, then turned to Laurel. 'I'm frightened,' she said, a nervous tremble in her voice. Laurel told her there was nothing to be frightened of, and then looked at me.
'Pour me one too, and I'll take it with her just to prove to her there's nothing to be scared of,' she offered. So, I did as she asked, remembering how hot and horny she had become the last time she had taken it. This was slightly different of course, because there were two of them, and my imagination began to run wild. What would happen if... but I stopped myself there, and poured one for Laurel too. Laurel reached for hers, encouraging Christine to do the same. 'Okay Chrissie,' she said, 'on the count of three?' Christine nodded, and Laurel counted down, 'one, two, three,' and they both drank down the dark liquid which looked so much like that well known cola. No going back now, and although she didn't realise it yet, Christine's life was about to change for the better.
We chatted for a while, but I was also observing their physical reactions, and making notes. A slight flush to the cheeks and throat, where their blouses were buttoned, then a slight agitation, crossing and uncrossing of their legs, restlessness, elevated breathing. It was Laurel who acknowledged it first.
'Fuck, I'm beginning to feel so fucking horny,' she said huskily, looking at Christine, who nodded and admitted she was feeling the same. They didn't do or say anything for the next couple of minutes, but I could see their arousal was increasing rapidly. Laurel uncrossed her legs, but instead of sitting in her usual demure lady-like way, her knees were at least a foot apart. To provoke a reaction I made sure she knew I was looking at her tits, and when she noticed that I was looking, I looked down where her knees were parted. She reacted by spreading them just a little wider, almost in an involuntary reaction. 'Stop it you bastard, you're making me even hornier,' she said, but smiling as she said it.
'How about you Christine. I can see you're reacting as I expected. Anything you want to tell me?' I asked. She shook her head, as if reluctant to say, but somehow said it anyway.
'I've never felt like this in my life before, my whole body feels wonderfully sensitive.' She hesitated, 'My breasts, my nipples are aching, and something incredible is happening, "down there," something I've never felt before, but it feels wonderful.' Confession time over, I suggested they both moved over to the couch where it would be more comfortable, and they meekly did as I asked.
Sitting on the couch, so close together didn't do anything to lessen their growing restlessness. Christine 'cracked,' first, becoming very agitated, and with her eyes closed, she ran her hands over her breasts, gasping with pleasure, her legs spreading wider as she did it, and her skirt hiking up as she squirmed restlessly on the couch, showing her inner thighs and panties.
