[Author's Note: Special thanks to @Stark_69 for help during editing.
This series has more story than sex, so if that does not appeal to you, you might want to look for another story more to your liking. All characters are over the age of 18. The author does not condone forced sex. ]
Jarrod was waiting in his car for Gerome to show up. The sound of the slow rain hitting the old sedan he sat in was the only sound he heard. The blackness concealed him at the end of the parking lot of the old strip mall. The street lights were out at this end, so Gerome chose this location. Gerome said he had something special for him, something new that his clients would love.
Jarrod was a low-level dealer in the drug trade. He sold whatever he could get to his customers, mainly Marijuana, Meth, Cocaine, or Ecstasy. However, Marijuana sales have declined since the passage of the Medical Marijuana laws. Selling drugs was just one of the ways he made money. He also delivered food for local restaurants, sold stolen merchandise, and did any other side hustle that would make a buck. The food delivery service was a good cover for his other activities.
A set of headlights was pulling into the parking lot's far end. Jarrod felt a brief drop in the pit of his stomach. He hoped it was Gerome and not the cops. Jarrod had nothing illegal in the car but had a bunch of cash and did not want to try to explain why to the cops. The headlights got closer, and he recognized Gerome's car. Gerome backed into the spot on the driver's side. Jarrod hustled from his sedan to Gerome's, trying to avoid getting too wet.
Gerome was a big black man. He was over six feet tall. Jarrod knew he spent a lot of time at the gym working out, and it showed. There was not an ounce of fat on him, and his arm muscles showed through his shirt. He had a gold tooth, a replacement for the one he lost in a fight.
"Hey man, how you doing?" Jarrod asked.
"Getting by," Gerome said in a deep voice.
"Did you see the basketball game last night?"
"Yeah, man, it was a good game. "
"You think they can make it to the playoffs?"
"Think they got as good a chance as anyone else."
Jarrod changed the subject.
"So, you got anything good this time?"
It had been harder getting consistent delivery these days. The B-Virus was spreading across the country. It caused a woman to have this uncontrollable urge to breed. It only affected women of childbearing age, and the only cure seemed to be pregnancy or removing their reproductive organs.
After the lock downs and riots, the government installed severe limits on what could come into the country. As a result, it was harder to get drugs across the border due to the restrictions. Some were still getting in, but supplies were haphazard at best.
"Straight to business, I got some pot and some X, should have some Coke next week," Gerome said.
"Man, I can't make any money off Pot. Everyone got their Med card now. They can buy it at the dispensary. Nobody is buying X since they can't party with chicks. You said you had something special."
"I do have something special."
Gerome reached under his seat, grabbed a bag, and removed a small vial. It was an inch long. It looked like one of those perfume samples you could get in the store. There was a clear liquid inside.
"What do you got there?" Jarrod asked.
"It's the B-Virus, a single dose. It makes a woman want to fuck."
Jarrod looked at the vile and did not say a word. His mind was racing with possibilities, but he did not want to show his eagerness to Gerome.
"Where did you get that?" He asked, stalling for time.
"Why you asking stupid questions? You know I don't reveal my sources."
"I don't know, man; if I get caught with that, I'm fucked."
"Seriously, now you're worried about getting caught with something. If you're not interested, I'll sell it to someone else. I'm trying to do you a favor here."
Gerome dropped the vile back into the pouch.
"Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, hold on there. I didn't say I wasn't interested. How much?"
"$100 a vile, 5 for 4, each vile is one dose. I got ten on me."
"Man, that's steep."
"It's a bargain. You can easily get 2-250 on the street. This is hard to get, and you know guys will want it."
Jarrod considered his options. He knew a couple of people he could sell this to. Jarrod also wanted to hook up with this woman he knew, but she kept refusing his advances. Maybe he could infect her and have his way with her.
"I'll take all 10," Jarrod said.
Gerome zipped up the bag and gave it to Jarrod. Jarrod looked inside and quickly verified that there were ten vials. He counted out eight hundred dollars for Gerome.
"Pleasure doing business with you. I got more if you want it." Gerome said.
Jarrod returned to his car, and they both drove off. On the ride home, he planned how to use this on Rita, the girl he wanted. First, he would have to test it on someone else. He would have to keep track of who ordered food and find some suitable test subjects.
The next couple of days, Jarrod spent his time delivering takeout in search of suitable victims. He took down the name and addresses of potential women. After the day of fulfilling orders, Jarrod spent his nights researching the woman he delivered to on social media. He was looking for single women, preferably with no family nearby, to check on them. Jarrod spent a week identifying several prospects. By the end of the week, he had identified six potential victims. Each was single and living alone, none had family nearby, and they all were women he would fuck.
It took a few days for him to get an order for one of the potential victims. He made several deliveries near their location, but none to the ones he picked out. He could not see the delivery location until he took the order, so he accepted deliveries near the location of the victims. Finally, he got a delivery for one of the girls he picked out. Her name was Michelle.
Jarrod had done his research on her social media accounts. Michelle was in her mid-twenties. She was about 5'5", with dark hair and a slim figure, with C-cup tits. She was a dental hygienist before the lock downs. Most women would not go to work because of the risk of infection and were collecting unemployment. She lived alone and did not have any family close by. The order he was about to pick up was going to her house.
When he picked up her order from the restaurant, he saw she had ordered Chinese. When he took her food to the car, he poured the contents of one of the vials onto her Kung Pow chicken. He drove to her house in ten minutes and rang the doorbell.
"Just leave it on the porch." She said from inside.
"Sure, enjoy your food," Jarrod replied.
He walked back to his car and got in. He watched her open the door and get her food. He checked his watch, and it read 5:37 PM. She should be fully infected by tomorrow if this stuff works as expected. He would visit her tomorrow and see how she was doing. Jarrod spent the ride home thinking of everything he would do to her.
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Michelle had been staying in her house ever since the B-Virus started to spread in this country. She did not want to get infected. She loved working at the dental office and missed going to work and seeing her clients and friends. Being stuck in the house alone was wearing on her mental well-being.
