Amrit drew up 10cc's of the serum, before wrapping a tourniquet around his upper arm, raising the veins. He injected the liquid into his arm and felt the rush. He smiled, tucking a taser into his pocket, before entering the room he had built specially for today.
The room was large, and he had calculated he would need 1500 litres of the gas to reach the therapeutic concentration. It would take ten minutes to permeate the entire space, that had been set up to look like a club.
There was a stage and a bar, seating a dance floor and lights. What the people who had received the exclusive VIP invites to the party didn't realise, was that they were simply lab rats. He wanted a field test of his gas before starting on his actual designs for it.
Amrit was rich, not Bill Gates/Elon Musk rich, but he had plenty of money. Having got his Ph.D. in molecular biochemistry he had patented a new drug, EZup, for the treatment of erectile disfunction that had revolutionised the market.
Sales of the stock medications of Viagra and Cilais had plummeted, because his drug, not only prompted erection, it increased libido, and appetite. It also increased sperm production in males and reduced refraction time. In clinical trials men reported that they could achieve for or five good orgasms in the time they would have previously struggled to reach one.
The drug worked equally well on men and women and had none of the troublesome side effects of the other ED medications. A ninety-year-old man with a dodgy heart could take it with impunity, although he would probably fuck himself to death if he did.
He had raked in almost a billion dollars in his first six months of trading, but then the big Pharma companies hit back. First, they tried to buy his patents, then, when that failed, they started legal proceedings claiming anything from copyright infringement to patent theft. They produced fictitious data proving his drug was carcinogenic, and the FDA which had been long in the pocket of the big Pharma had pulled his license.
Rather than go to battle with them, Amrit decided to pull his product out of the market. He knew that no matter how much money he had if the likes of GSK, J&J, Pfizer and Roche all decided to gang up on him, he would stand no chance.
He decided he would disappear and use his money to avenge himself on those who had wronged him, taking them down and causing them to lose everything as they had tried to do to him. He was not a stupid man, in fact he was a genius, so he knew when to retreat and when to counterattack.
It had been five years since he had virtually disappeared into obscurity. His company had been closed down, although it still owned the patent for the drug EZup, despite almost weekly offers from the companies that had tried to ruin him to buy it from him. They had even taken him to court, claiming that the court should decree that his formula be handed over to them on the grounds of benefit to humanity, since he was no longer producing it. He had declined to answer the summons, and since nobody but he had the formula anyway, it didn't matter that the patent would expire in a couple of years. The formula that had been filed with the patent office, was actually incomplete, and would cause sever gastric upset and diarrhoea to anyone who took it.
A billion dollars can buy you a lot of anonymity, and he hid while working on his revenge, refining the formula to create his latest genius invention which imaginatively he called 'The Gas'.
'The Gas' was an expansion of his EZup medication, in that any male that breathed it would experience an instant and lasting erection, increase in sperm production, and reduction in refraction time. In women it worked equally well on their erectile tissues, nipples labia and clitorises would become engorged with blood, sensitivity would increase and vaginal lubrication would increase. Since women had little in the way of refraction time in any case, any woman who inhaled the gas would become almost instantly multi-orgasmic.
There were other effects also. The gas would massively suppress the frontal lobe of the brain, where the personality sits, most notably that which controls morality and propriety. It also had a slightly euphoric effect, a little like alcohol, reducing inhibitions. Finally it was an amnesic, which meant that it completely wipes the memory of those who inhale it, so that for the period of their exposure, they would have absolutely no idea what had happened to them. The final fuck you, was that the gas would negate any contraceptive pill. It couldn't overcome surgical contraception or an IUD, but if a woman was on the pill, injections or the implant, the gas would negate those.
The toughest part was to make it safe. He didn't want people to asphyxiate or overdose on his gas, he wanted to humiliate and destroy reputations, not to kill, and so he had incorporated protective agents in the gas, that would ensure that the blood levels never exceeded therapeutic doses, no matter how long the person was exposed.
He even incorporated a marker which latched onto hormones to activate the gas in a person's body, thus ensuring that anyone who was not sexually mature would not be affected. He had spent nearly a year perfecting the part of the gas that would make anyone underage physically repellent to those affected by his creation. He had no intention of ever exposing anyone underage to the compound but he always planned for contingencies.
The final part of the research had been the serum that he had injected into himself. It mimicked some of the effects of the gas, the libido increase, erection, increased sperm production and low refraction, but it blocked the mental suppression and amnesic effects. He could be in the room, and not lose himself, or any memory of what had gone on.
Amrit himself was a reasonably good looking guy, a quarter of an inch shy of six feet tall, he was slender but not skinny, more of a swimmers build, mainly because he swam two miles each morning in his indoor fifty meter pool in his house. Hiding doesn't necessarily mean living badly. He had jet black hair and caramel coloured eyes and his skin was the colour of Latte, his mother being white and his father Indian.
He was also now horny, having given himself the serum, his seven-inch cock, was straining against his pants yearning for release. He wasn't ready to release the gas yet though, not everyone was here.
The room was dimly lit, the DJ already started his set, had dance music banging, and there were several people on the dance floor already despite it only being nine pm. Amrit glanced over to the bar where there was a row of backless barstools attached to the floor. Several people were already perched on them, and he grinned to himself, he had plans for some of those.
The people on the invite list had been very carefully selected. He wanted as diverse a population to test on as he could manage. There were people of as many races as he could manage to entice, also of a multitude of sexual orientations. What had really amused him though was that by pure chance, the twin eighteen year old daughters of one of the lead counsels in the first case against him had been selected. They had RSVP'd that they would attend. He was looking forward to the footage of what happened to them. He may even have a turn himself later.
Amrit moved to the bar and ordered himself a drink. Nobody here knew who he was, that he had built this building specifically for this purpose and that the staff were all working for him. Even the staff, and the security staff, were all specially selected as test subjects. When the time was right, he would close the doors, not seal them of course, he didn't want to break any fire regulations, and release the gas. He was not concerned about the gas leaking out. It would do its job before it finally dissipated, only five or ten minutes exposure would be enough to dose someone up for six to eight hours effect. After which they would simply fall asleep and wake not remembering a thing.
Amrit sipped at his drink as he stood at the edge of the dance floor watching maybe forty people gyrating to the sound of the godawful racket that the DJ was pumping out. He had earplugs in, he hated rave music but it was what people wanted these days.
