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Chapter 13

Alyssa

Ty, Ethan, and Nico are all touching me and kissing my neck and shoulders. Their hands are moving between my arms, my breasts, my stomach...going lower...reaching for my pussy. My head is tilted high and my eyes are closed, just enjoying the sensation of their skin against my own.

I hear a beeping in the background, and my eyes pop open. I’m staring at a blank, white ceiling. Shit. I’m doing it again. I can’t get them out of my head nor out of my dreams. Fuck. I take a deep breath and rest my arm on my forehead, but drag it away quickly, noticing my forearm now drenched in sweat. This must have been some dream.

I take my arms under my comforter and my flat sheet and pull it off me. As I move my arms back to my side, my hand grazes against my crotch and I realize that I once again soaked my panties in my sleep. I think I came in one of my dreams. Shit, maybe more than one.

I sigh to myself and shake my head, taking it all in. I slide my legs around the side of my bed and scoot myself to the edge. I move my feet around, searching. My toes find my slippers and I slide my feet into them and stand up. I take a few steps and grab my bathrobe and slip it on.

I make my way out of my room and into the kitchen, where I pour the last of my bottle of wine from yesterday into a glass, for a hair of the dog. I drank quite a bit last night, and I could stand not to feel it, given all of what I have to do today.

I sip my wine as I make my way back to my bedroom. I set the glass on my nightstand, go into my bathroom and turn the hot water on to start a shower. I can’t wait to exfoliate my face and just get myself all clean from being so sweaty. I didn’t realize I could have dreams so...vivid.

I stick my hand under the water and feel the temperature. It’s perfect.

I step out of my robe and hang it on the bathroom door hook. I step into the shower and close the sliding glass door. I step directly under the shower head and let the beads of hot water roll down my skin. The warm, running liquid reminds me of last night. Feeling hot cum spray all onto my body was so fucking hot.

Oh, right. Last night was definitely more than just some sexy dream. They were talking about a perfume launch. Shit. They were talking about the one I tried in the lab.

The perfume that gave me an overwhelming, heightened sense of desire. The one that resulted in me fucking all of the people that were in the room with me. Granted, I really wanted to...but I couldn’t resist.

I take my shampoo bottle in my hand and pop it open. I turn it upside down, shake it a bit and squeeze a glob of it into the palm of my hand. I put my hands together and rub them, lathering up the soap. My fingers go to my hair and massage my scalp with my fingertips. It feels so nice.

I grab my hair behind my head and I start seeing flashes of the men being the ones to do it before holding my head in place and fucking my throat. Jesus. I really need to find a way to clear my head of all of this.

Something about them has me hooked. Is it that perfume? Does it last this long? I feel like it’s really just harder to lock that desire back up once it’s been unleashed. It’s so liberating, and I don’t think I ever want to go back.

I’m so good at shaking these feelings normally. Have there been times when I see a guy and I just want him to throw me onto a table and fuck me as hard as he can? Absolutely. Do I act on it? No. Never. It’s not appropriate. It’s not conducive most of the time.

Like now for example! I have a job to do. And I’m distracted like crazy and I’m not getting anything done. Now, this damn perfume is supposed to launch in eight days and I have to find a way to stop that from happening. This feeling is amazing, but just so unpredictable.

I look up at my ceiling as I rinse my hair. I shake my hair up and down and try to get water into every crevice to help the shampoo out of it. Once it’s all gone, I take my conditioner and repeat the process.

I let it soak into my scalp, though, and grab some body wash and my loofa. I squirt a generous amount of my soap onto the scrubbing tool, and graze it against my soft skin. Mmm. Exfoliating should be deemed a sin. It feels too good.

Right. This perfume. It’s just...I can’t imagine that it can do people more good than harm in what it unleashes. Carnal desire is a dangerous emotion, and having such raw unshakable passion can lead to so much self-destruction.

What if I’m on the street one day after spraying it onto myself and I just decide to fuck Joe Shmoe right there on the sidewalk? It would be committing a crime, for Christ’s sake! You can actually be arrested and charged with a bunch of different shit depending what state you’re in.

Who’s to say someone couldn’t resist another person and end up moving in on someone with no reciprocative desire? Shit.

I rinse the conditioner from my hair and comb my fingers through, smoothing out any tangles. I often contemplate putting a hair brush in here to make this easier, but I always manage through it just fine in the end. I wring out my hair, and finish scrubbing my body.

That’s so hard to even stomach as an idea, but it’s real. It could actually happen. Will power is an amazing facet of our brains and I don’t think this company has any place to tamper with it. But how can I stop it?

I know how to get into the lab. I have to get my hands on the perfume again. Maybe I can smuggle a sample? I can take a little vial with me and maybe they just won’t notice the difference. I can’t imagine with how strangely the place is handled, that they’d miss just a couple of squirts.

Shit. But how do I keep that from them? How do I get down to the lab without them noticing my absence on their presence? Okay. Next time I’m in the facility, I’m gonna have to wing it. I have to stop them. This perfume cannot go out to the public; it’s not safe.

But if I take the formula to the FDA, and they have their hands on it, what happens from there? What does that mean for the team. How do I explain to—woah, team? Alyssa, get a goddamn grip here.

These guys are not my boyfriends. They’re going to be ruining the entire country with the release of this perfume. I need to keep that in mind. This is more than just about myself. I may have some feelings, somewhere, for them, but it cannot get in the way any more than it already has.

I give my entire body one final rinse. I reach my hands back and turn off the water. I get out of the shower, take my towel, and pat myself dry and wring my dripping hair into it before hanging it up. I take my bathrobe off the door and replace it onto my body and place my slippers back on my feet, before walking to my mirror to start getting my makeup on for the day.

But why do they all have to be so perfect? Fuck.

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