Elliot

I look down into Charlotte’s eyes—big, wide, needy. She tries to kiss me again, but I keep her pinned to the doors.

It works! The drug works: Beta-Androgenic Nervine for the Gynoecium, aka Bang.

“Sweetheart?” I ask and I see her lip quiver with the mere sound of my voice.

My heart is happy and heavy at the same time. She’s into me—that’s for sure.

Charlotte’s reaction is an indication she was into me before I slipped the drug sublingually under my tongue where it dissolved quickly—working almost instantly and now her feelings are exaggerated. But the way that she’s squirming, like an animal—flush and panting, it worries me a little. She’s like an animal in heat and I’m sure I could get my little fox to take me any which way I want.

But I must check myself. I’m officially the first human test subject for this drug and what’s happening to Charlotte is a side effect. I’m also not sure how long the effect is going to last or if there are any other side effects.

My dick is hard. I’m good there.

God, I’d love to take advantage of her right now.

The crazy dance she’s doing—squirming in her own skin, makes me want to take control of her. I really should teach her a lesson for all that teasing she did when we were younger. But for both our sakes, I need to keep my head straight and think this through like a scientist.

I feel fine. No numbness, swelling, itching, or skin discolorations that I can tell.

I bend my head to look Charlotte straight in the face. She has some mild perspiration along her forehead at her hairline and her cheeks are flush. She’s staring at my groin and I can’t help but chuckle. “How are you feeling right now?”

Her mouth pouts, which I don’t expect. “Mr. Nine,” she mumbles. “Do you even know my name? I want to hear you say my name.”

I gulp and let go of her wrists to scratch the back of my head and rub my jaw. I forgot. She thinks we’ve just met and I’m about to tell her who I really am. I’m about to come clean, but as I open my mouth—

“It’s Charlotte,” she says reaching forward and coming off the doors to slide her fingers into the waistline of my pants, making my dick throb.

I grab her wrist again as her other hand cups my package and squeezes gently. It’s me now that feels like I’ve been drugged. Her hand is hugging my cock, stroking it up and down beneath the fabric, sending a thrill throughout my body.

“Charlotte.”

“Mr. Nine.”

Fuck. I can’t resist.

I push her back against the doors and press my body against hers. “Charlotte,” I whisper in her ear before I lean over to hike up her skirt.

She hooks a leg around me and I can’t believe this is happening! I’m like that kid again, that lovesick teenage kid, except this time I’m about to have that one piece of history from that one person I always felt belonged to me.

She reaches for my belt and I cradle her head in my hands to look at her. “Do you want this? Do you really want this?”

Charlotte frees my zipper and my dick springs out. Her eyes dip and widen with surprise.

I smile. “It’s over nine inches.”

“I want it,” she says fisting my length and I move in to kiss her. “Just don’t tell Elliot.”

“What?!” I step back before our lips can touch.

“Oh no, no. Please!” she whines and starts to unbutton the front of her blouse. “Please, I need you. I need you right now. I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but please Mr. Nine.” She bumps her butt back against the doors as if in a tantrum. “I need some relief,” she groans in a deep, dark voice.

She grabs my hand and places it inside of her bra and forces me to knead her breast with her hands. She moans as she does this and I’m wondering to myself why I’m even taking a breather or questioning what’s happening.

I should just fuck her. Right?

“Why wouldn’t I tell Elliot?” I ask instead, like a dumbass.

“Because I want him to know I respect him and that I wouldn’t ordinarily do something like this in his place of business.”

She frowns as I remove my hand and tuck myself back into my pants. She grabs my fingers and I have to flick her hands away to zip up my fly.

“Why would you care about Elliot or any of his business?”

She rubs her face and then her breasts. “Mr. Nine, please. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I’m aching. I need you to take care of this. Take care of me. I need you to fuck me.”

Unfortunately, I think the drug works too well. Charlotte is still sexy, but she looks like a junkie.

I lean up against her, placing my palm flat on the mound over her center and she moans. I rub her, circling the upper portion of her folds with the heel of my hand to tease her—to give her just enough firm pressure yet not enough friction to get her hooked and keep her hanging. “Tell me, Charlotte, why you seem to care about Elliot, but you hardly know a damn thing about him.”

“Mr. Nine—”

“Tell me and I’ll get you off.”

Charlotte laces her fingers around the back of my head. “I didn’t want to know him.”

“Why not?” I growl, moving my face in closer. I want to know. “Was he just not good enough for you?”

Charlotte tilts her head back. She’s in ecstasy and I think she’s about to come through her panties in the palm of my hand, which pisses me off, so I slow down.

“No, don’t stop,” she whines, her face in a grimace like she’s caught between coming and crying.

“Why should I get you off? I think I should leave you hanging in the same way you left Elliot Crowe hanging after all that teasing you did to him. You’re famous for it. I believe you wrecked him.”

I lighten up the pressure and she’s actually on the verge of crying. “I had to wreck him! It was the only way I could get back at him.”

I don’t get it. “Get back at him for what?!”

“For being too good for me,” she cries.

I’m so confused. “You think Elliot is too good for you?”

Charlotte starts shaking. Her whole body is trembling. “Ow,” she cries and starts rubbing and hugging herself.

I cradle her head again with my hands but she won’t look at me. “Hey, hey. What’s the matter?”

“I don’t know it hurts.”

“What hurts?”

“Everything. Everywhere.”

This is unexpected. I panic. “What can I do? What do you need?” I pull out my phone.

She grabs it and tosses it. “I need you touch me. Please, Mr. Nine. It makes me feel better.”

I think about the last formula test trial. A few of the female mice, who were separated from the males after receiving the drug, fell ill. If I don’t give her what she wants, she might suffer the same fate.

“Where do you want me to touch you, Charlotte?”

“Everywhere,” she whines.

 “Where does it hurt the most?”

She looks me in the eyes. “Inside.”

I put my palm back over her center and the wetness of her silky underwear dampens my hand, but the firm circling pressure is enough to give her some relief. Her shoulders relax and she exhales as I hook my finger under her panty and slide my fingertips along her slippery folds until they find the moistest, hottest spot—the entrance to her core.

God, she’s so wet!

She bites her bottom lip in anticipation of what’s about to come and I push past her gate with two fingers, causing her to shudder. I hook my fingers inside her, sliding the pad of my thumb along her slick center until it finds her clit and I rub.

“Ah,” she sounds as she bucks her hips.

“Does that feel better?”

“Yeah,” she pants and pulls her shirt down to one side exposing her tit.  

I’d always dreamed about what Charlotte’s nipples might look like and like a kid in a candy store, I grab it and take the apricot-colored nipple into my mouth without hesitation and she bucks again.

Her pussy tightens around my fingers and out of nowhere, she howls. She yanks at my hair. Damn! It hurts but fuck, she’s so hot as she comes.

She comes so quickly.

Her hips buck again and my fingers are drenched so I’m struggling to keep them hooked in her without letting up. But I keep suckling her nipple and fucking her with my fingers until she’s done.

Charlotte finally comes down so I let go and help her to adjust her outfit. I’m a little cautious. I don’t know if the drug has worn off or if her orgasm has satiated the side effect.

While she finishes tucking in her blouse, I bend down to pick up my phone and touch a few numbers. The elevator starts moving again and Charlotte gasps in delight.

She glances back at me with a smile then a gulp. “Mr. Nine—”

The elevator doors open and I put my hand on Charlotte’s back to escort her through the doors before she can say anything. As another gentleman walks in, I take a few steps back to reenter the elevator with him. Charlotte turns to face me with a crooked face.

I have to leave her right now. I figure if I push her too fast down the rabbit hole she might get scared and flee NIM—not to fall all the way in.

And I want her.

All. The. Way. In.

“Human Resources is to your right,” I point.

As the doors close to separate us, I laugh to myself when I notice we missed a few buttons on her blouse. Charlotte’s about to give everyone a free show, but it doesn’t matter. She’ll always have a job here, so I know I’ll be busy with phone calls this afternoon to make sure of it.

She’s one piece of the heart that belongs with NIM.