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 TWO – The Basics

I took a deep breath – another mistake, in hindsight – and tried to gather my wits. I was torn. On the one hand, the exotic plant I had been given would very likely turn me, and anyone else exposed to it, into a mindless nymphomaniac (or sex fiend if, in fact, it had the same effect on men). On the other hand, this might be the key to something much bigger – something that would open the door to ultimate power. I had no way of knowing. I didn’t know Ms. Hollywood’s intentions. For all I knew, she was the one with the power and I was the one she sought to rule over.

The smart thing to do would have been to just toss the thing out the window or destroy it in some way. I wasn’t ready to do that, yet. I needed to know more about it. The plan was simple, I’d gather up Robbie and Karen and bring them upstairs to the apartment along with the plant. This way, there would be no danger of exposing other people to it. It seemed that as long as I kept my distance, I was only going to get mild effects from it. I could put the thing into the closet where no one would smell it and we’d all sleep it off. Hopefully, I’d come up with some kind of answers and wake up with a clear head which knew how to deal with it.

Karen was still in the bathroom. She could wait. Robbie was my first mission. She was out on the stage in a state of drugged arousal and that, while good for business, tended to be dangerous for the dancer. I needed to get her off the stage quickly, before she did or agreed to do something she’d later regret. Like me, she never turned tricks, but in this state, she might falter at that.

I peered through the curtain and gasped at what I saw. She was on her knees and propped up on one arm. Her back was to me so I couldn’t see her face, but I could clearly see her fingers between her legs and the vast amounts of her juices literally running down her legs. She was actually masturbating right there in front of several dozen horny men!

Unfortunately, I realized at this point, that I was further gone than I thought, too. I didn’t even know that I was doing it for a while, but as I watched my overweight roommate get off on the stage, my own hand drifted down to my pussy. It was flowing freely and I ran my smooth fingertips over my clit sending waves of pleasure through me. I needed to get off – and badly.

Get a grip, girl! Save Robbie and take care of this later!

I pulled my hand out of my panties and took a steadying breath. I lunged out onto the stage and slid on my knees over to Robbie. A round of cheers erupted as the crowd thought this was all part of the act.

"Robbie!" I said hurriedly. "Snap out of it. You’ve gotta get off the stage."

She looked up at me, gasping. Her round features were covered with sweat and I could tell by the expression on her face that she was close to orgasm. The worst part of it was that I wanted her. I could imagine just how her wildly contorting face would feel buried deep in my pussy.

Robbie collapsed to the ground, one hand still in her cunt, the other reaching out for me frantically. Her fingers brushed against my legs and I thought I was going to come right there. A huge wave of lust and pleasure coursed through me like an electric current.

Come on, fight it!

I grabbed Robbie’s hand and pulled her to her feet. She stumbled instantly, her hot sweaty body pressing to mine for support. She felt so good against my skin and I had never wanted anyone as badly as I wanted her right then. When her eyes locked on mine, I knew it was over.

Robbie kissed me and I opened my lips to yield to her frantic tongue as my hand slid down over her rolling flesh and found the wetness between her legs. The cheering from the crowd grew to an even greater crescendo as my roommate’s hand found my own sex and drove itself into me. We continued to kiss amidst the flurry of dollar bills which were tossed our way while I fucked the hand between my legs.

"You like the girls, don’t you?" came the mean sounding voice just outside the pool of bright light which illuminated my male body. "You don’t care if you hurt them or anything."

I shook my head, the powerful muscles in my neck feeling strange and foreign. "That’s the problem, fuckin’ asshole!"

"You know we can’t allow that, don’t you?" I couldn’t see anyone. Just the light and the voice of an unknown interrogator.

The orgasms hit simultaneously as our lips parted to allow our cries of passion to escape. I came over and over again, but as the amazing feelings began to subside, I felt like I was going to be sick again. Robbie stayed on the stage to collect her tips and her costume, but I staggered back into the dressing room.

The feeling of illness went away before it really evolved into anything, but I was still lost and confused. Karen was in a chair over by the plant with her hands down her panties, bringing herself to, what I assumed, was her second orgasm of the night. Robbie stumbled in and collapsed in a heap, also pretty close to the plant.

This had me worried. They were both close enough to the plant to once again fall under its spell. I needed to get the three of us out of there – and get the plant out too so that I could avoid exposing anyone else to its effects.

I glanced at the clock and our little display had taken longer than I had imagined it to. Last call had come and gone and the only reason there were still people out front was because of the night’s Grand Finale.

"Snap out of it, you two," I barked. "We have to get out of here."

Robbie looked up at me with a distant smile while Karen just kept going at herself.

Our apartment was upstairs, and Karen lived across the hall – in fact, most of the girls who worked at the club lived in the cheap studio apartments above.

"I don’t know what drug you gals found," said the fat pig of a club owner as he poked his head through the curtains. "But, if you need money for more, don’t hesitate to ask. These guys spent a fuckin’ mint tonight!"

Fuck off, Al.

He disappeared again and didn’t seem to notice the two girls slowly gyrating on their own hands over by my plant. Or, maybe he didn’t care what they did so long as he made money. Al seemed rather pleased that Robbie and I had broken protocol, despite the illegalities of it all.

"Robbie! Karen!" I pleaded, keeping my distance from the plant. "Come on, we have to go. Grab my plant and let’s head upstairs."

Robbie seemed to snap out of it a little. I don’t know if she was fighting like I was, or if she just managed to hear me through her animal desires. It didn’t look like Karen was fighting it at all, but Robbie might make it.

The large woman stood up and started staggering toward the back door. "Take the plant!" I didn’t want to leave it down here. Besides, if I was going to help Karen up the steps, it would be better if Robbie, who’d already had a strong dose of the smell, got it away from her for me so I could go in with relative safety.

She seemed to work almost automatically, as if following some inner guide which told her what to do. I found myself holding my breath as Robbie picked up the plant and passed by me. Once she was near the back door – the door which led directly to the staircase which would take us up to our apartment – I moved in close to Karen and knelt beside her.

"Please," she begged, "fuck me, Jackie. I need you!"

I think she thought I was going along with her wishes when I put her arm around my frail shoulders. She thanked me and started kissing my neck as I hoisted her quivering body up and virtually dragged her to the door.

The apartment was little more than a room with an attached bathroom which we shared with the two girls in the next unit. There was a kitchenette of sorts with a small fridge and a hot plate – no oven – along with a small, but functional sink. There was a sofa, a comfortable chair, a TV, two stacked bunks, and a small shared dresser. There was a fairly large closet though.

That was where I planned to keep the plant until I figured out what was going on.

The trip up the stairway with the impossibly horny Karen on my arm was almost unbearable. Despite the fact that I had kept my distance from the plant, I was still suffering from mild exposure. I found the feel of her arm on my shoulders quite arousing and I was tempted to drag her into the apartment, take a big old whiff, and let her have her way with me.

As she collapsed in a heap in front of the sofa, I thought differently. Robbie had placed the plant on the coffee table and no sooner than Karen had hit the floor, she was on the dark haired beauty. They positioned themselves in a 69 and didn’t bother removing their undergarments as they ate through the fabric to bring pleasure to each other.

In a way, I was envious. They were both feeling the most pleasure either of them had probably ever felt in their lives – the drug in the plant was just that good. On the other hand, I felt sorry for them. They had no control of their will and were just acting on drug induced desires of passion.

I watched from a safe distance for a few minutes before deciding to let them play it out and we could figure out what was going on from there. Closing the door to the bathroom, I checked myself in the mirror. I looked even worse than I had remembered myself looking in ages. I sat on the toilet to relieve myself and I started to feel sick again.

Like I don’t have enough problems! Welcome to the Game.

There was nothing in the medicine chest to settle my stomach, but it was more than just that. I was trembling like a leaf and sweating again. Withdrawal symptoms to be sure.

What the fuck am I withdrawing from? The Plant, stupid. Welcome to the Game.

It had to be it. Ever since smelling it on Ms. Hollywood, every time even the slightest hint of the smell was around, I’d be fine. If I was away from it, I’d start to feel sick. It wasn’t the orange Robbie had brought me that fixed me up, it was that damned plant.

And now, I was destined to be some sort of sex crazed pheromone junkie.

Welcome to the Game. My Ass.

Their orgasms lasted a good two or three minutes. I watched from the bathroom doorway, letting the distant smell of the plant sooth my insane addiction without letting it take ahold of me. Robbie and Karen just rolled on the floor, wound tightly together until the waves finally subsided.

Then, they seemed back to normal.

"Whoa, Jax, you gotta try this!" breathed Karen. "I’ve never felt better in my life!"

Robbie got up and sat on the arm of the sofa, her feet resting on the cushion. She looked confused, almost hurt.

"You okay, Robbie?" I asked with genuine concern.

"None of this is real," she muttered.

I looked around. "What do you mean?"

"None of it," she stated again. "It’s all some sort of – I don’t know…"

She couldn’t find the words for it. It seemed to me like it was probably like coming down off a real hard acid trip. You know, one during which you thought you had possibly found the meaning of life, only to discover that things just weren’t as they seemed to be when your brain was being slowly fried from within.

"You’re still coming down," said Karen who then turned to me. "And you! You, dear Jackie, have stumbled on the perfect drug!"

I doubted it. From where I was standing, it was something which, if not controlled, could eventually take over the world. Imagine, the plant grows, you plant more seeds, make more plants, hand them to your friends. They would fall to the addiction, grow more, and give them to their friends, and so on. It was too diabolical to be an act of nature.

"Jax," whispered Robbie, her eyes still not really fixed on anything but a vague spot in front of her. "You’ve gotta come through so you can understand."

"Understand what?" I asked, still staying in the doorway.

"That none of this is real."

I shook my head. This was getting us nowhere. "What is it then?"

Robbie just shook her head. "I have no fucking clue."

I began to take in the situation again, letting Robbie alone with her thoughts for a moment. They were both still in quite close proximity to the plant, yet neither of them seemed to be all that consumed with passion again. Karen was slowly stroking her pussy in the middle of the room and playing with one of her round breasts, but she didn’t seem to be driven by anything more than a healthy afterglow.

Robbie, on the other hand, seemed to have a totally different look at things. While she insisted that I needed to try it, it also looked as if everything she believed in had been suddenly taken from her. It was as if she was six and her mother had just told her that there was no such thing as Santa Claus.

I had had strange visions both times I had fallen victim to the drug, but it was nothing more than a little disconcerting. And, to make things even more confusing, in the past, every time we had become exposed to the plant another time, we were driven right back into our sexual frenzy. What was different this time?

They stayed exposed to the plant the entire time during this session. Now you’re playing the Game.

It was almost as if the answer had come from someone else, but I heard it in my own head, for certain. Maybe there was something to be said for "going through" as Robbie had called it. I wasn’t ready to try it, yet, though. I needed to know if the addiction had also gone away.

"You’ve just got to try it to understand," Robbie was saying. "You’ve got to go through."

I stepped into the room. "Not until I see if you’re still addicted."

"Addicted?" Robbie seemed genuinely surprised at this.

"Let me put the plant into the closet where we can’t smell it," I said. "If I’m the only one who gets sick, then I’ll do as you wish. If either you are Karen get sick, then we’re going to have to come up with another plan."

I went into more detail on my theories. Robbie seemed genuinely interested and even agreed with me for the most part, though she insisted that it was somehow very important for me to understand the "truth". Karen on the other hand, seemed distant as if nothing really mattered to her.

"Are you okay?" I asked her. "Are you getting horny again?"

She’d maintained constant stimulation on her pussy since it had all ended, but she still didn’t seem out of control.

"No," she said almost dreamily. "Not horny, just incredibly sensual."

She eyed the plant almost hungrily, further diminishing my hopes that the addiction had been erased. "The thing in the center," she mused as she regarded the cucumber like appendage in the center of the plant. "It almost looks like a cock."

Robbie had placed the plant into the closet just a minute or two before Karen started showing adverse affects. The fingers which had been in her pussy moments before now rubbed gingerly over her upset stomach, leaving a trail of wetness behind.

"See?" I said. "I knew this wouldn’t work."

"I think it will, for you," insisted Robbie.

I didn’t see the logic and I said so.

"She gave the plant to you," she explained. "She knows that this is all bullshit, too. And I think she wanted you to know, too."

"Who is she?" I asked.

Again, Robbie shook her head.

Karen was crying out in pain now and I was just starting to feel the rumblings in my own stomach. This was all too much, too crazy for a simple stripper like me. How the hell was I supposed to know what to do? Robbie was making sense, but she had also been influenced by the drug produced by the plant. It was never smart to listen to an addict about how non addicting something was.

"No," I said, making up my mind. "You do what you think is right with Karen. I’m going to go sleep at her place and try to make it through the night. If I can’t, I’ll be back."

I half expected Robbie to try to stop me, but she just agreed and let me go. I closed the door behind me, determined that if I could make it through the night, I was going to get away from here.

Very far away.