Under the Influence: The Sex Serum, part 3 (FF, MFF, mind control, public sex)

By Stephanie Chase

When Gabrielle Parker agrees to try a second dose of her experimental libido-enhancing drug, the team tries to make sure she won't get into any more trouble. But Gabi and her beautiful colleague Piper soon end up with their sex-drive going off the charts, leading to some no-holds-barred experimentation for the girls and ultimately, a filthy run-in with authority in a nearby changing-room.

When you're under the influence...anything can happen.

This adult story builds up and climaxes in explicit scenes of masturbation, humiliation, lesbian play and group sex. May be too hot to handle!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Stephanie Chase
• Release date: Jul 23, 2012
• ISBN: 9781476243351

Stephanie Chase

Stephanie Chase lives in Paris, and has been told that even by French standards she has a very dirty mind. She spent her formative years at a Catholic school in England, and later worked as a trainee nurse in Tennessee, and regrets to say that neither occupation is as sexy as you might have been led to believe. If you're buying, she'll have a Gimlet - assuming the barman knows how to make one, that is.

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This is a work of fiction. In real life, practise safe sex. Names, characters and incidents within are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual people living or dead is coincidental, and frankly a little worrying.

The Sex Serum, part 3

Under the Influence

by Stephanie Chase

‘Oh, no.’

I lay awake, groaning, morning light splashed on my pillow, and thought back tentatively over what had happened to me yesterday. Taking the Serum Nine...staggering out of the laboratory in a state of delirious eroticism...that desperate encounter in the petrol station on the way home. And then last night....with my sister's boyfriend, Tom....

‘Oh, no,’ I said again, closing my eyes.

I had orgasmed twice more in my sleep – waking up in darkness, the duvet tangled between my legs, to feel the aftershocks still ebbing through my body. I tried to remember my dreams, but couldn't – just a vague impression of heat, sweaty bodies, and me swimming around in a sea of pure liquid arousal.

Well, it was mostly gone now. And I realized with surprise that amidst all the embarrassment and awkwardness I felt, my overwhelming feeling was that...well honestly, I kind of missed it. I could still remember what it had been like to revel in my own body like that – to feel every inch of my skin purring whenever I crossed my legs or adjusted my clothes. Now, all I could feel was a dull ache from where Tom had taken me in a frenzy last night, right in the...well. In a place no one had ever taken me before.

I blushed, and kicked the covers back, scrabbling to get up in a sudden rush of embarrassment. It was a science experiment, Gabi, I told myself. You did it for the project...and for Edward. Oh god – Edward. The thought of facing Edward today made me want to hide under the bed. How could I go back to a professional relationship after I'd spent half of yesterday teasing him, playing on the fantasies of dominance I'd seen in him while I'd been under the influence of the serum?

‘Well, aren't you a little ray of sunshine again. I take it you didn’t solve your work disaster?’

My sister Poppy was in the kitchen in her PJs, eating toast. I shook my head warily at her. ‘Where's...where's Tom?’

‘Still in bed, he's not feeling well.’ Poppy pointed her slice of toast at me accusingly. ‘Where the fuck was dinner last night? Didn't you get my note? I got home late and had to have a Pot Noodle. I asked you to do one thing...’

‘Actually you asked me to do about a dozen things,’ I said, pulling a supermarket croissant cold from the packet, ‘and I might as well tell you now I didn't do any of