4 comments/ 56603 views/ 4 favorites Better Living Through Chemistry By: masterinnc4u This was the 70's. Gone was the hippie generation, the war in Vietnam was over and the country was in a gas crisis. Watergate was behind us, and people just wanted to make money. Money was always in style. I had just turned 18 a month before this story started to happen. To make money since I can remember, I mowed grass for neighbors. Every summer I had a steady supply of customers in my neighborhood. From old Mrs. Watkins who always complained when it came time to pay me, to the Johnsons at the next block. Truth was, the only grass I hated to mow was my own. I got an allowance, but made better money mowing other people's grass. I used to complain to my Dad, but he would just say that he would start to mow it himself and not pay me anything. He always won. Mr. Johnson worked for a leading chemical company. He's the one that told me the story and I don't have any reason to doubt him as I had seen the results. He wife Diane, worked for a bank in town. She was like a branch mangers. Mr. Johnson's, Phil, company had invented a couple of new drugs. This wonder drug was to help women who wanted to develop bigger breasts. I never understood how this worked, but it did. I saw the proof. The other one, lowered people, men and women, inhibitions and made them want sex. Like the supposed drug, Spanish Fly. Now it takes years before the FDA (Food & Drug Administration) will approve a new drug. Sometimes it can take up to 10 or more years. You have animal testing, then human volunteers and countless case studies, before the FDA will allow it to go on sale. Some companies will introduce drugs overseas because the laws are more relaxed. Here's where things started to go wrong. It seems like Phil was married to Diane, but was also boinking his secretary Jennifer, on the side. Diane and Phil were both in their early 40's. Phil was about 5'-9" and balding. Diane had black hair and a round face and about 5'-4". The way she had her hair cut made her face even more round. She dressed like she was 60! Now Jennifer was in her mid-20's with shoulder length bottle blonde hair. She wouldn't have given Phil the time of day except he was spending a boat load of money on her. Since he had always stashed some money away, Diane never knew what was happening. Of course when things were settled, she did. It seemed like Phil skipped the animal testing and went straight to the testing on humans. He started to give the breast enhancing formula to Diane and Jennifer. A week went by and nothing happened. He felt like this was a worthless drug. So what did he do? He increased the recommended amount, in both the women. Instead of a eye dropper full, he started spiking their drinks with a shot glass full. By the next week, I noticed that whenever I saw Diane, that her breasts were getting bigger. Both women had to by new bras. Jennifer liked the new her and just assumed that she was either pregnant or just a late bloomer. Not that she needed any help in that area. Diane went to the doctor, but he couldn't find anything wrong and just wrote it off to weight gain, which was a side effect. Phil figured that since both women had expanded bra sizes, he would go for more. He went from an eye dropper that was MAYBE a quarter of an ounce, to a shot glass that was an ounce, to just pouring in a healthy slug into each of their drinks. With Diane, he would do this at dinner in her wine. With Jennifer, he would do this during the day in her coffee. Diane soon went from a light 36B cup to a 38C cup. She put on about 20 pounds in the process. Jennifer gained about 10 pounds and went from a 34A cup to a 36C cup. Jennifer didn't gain as much weight, probably because she was younger and Phil was working it off of her. The next couple of weeks, Diane then went up to a 40D cup and gained another 20 pounds. She knew she was eating more, but couldn't stop. She continued to buy clothes that looked like something that my grandmother would wear. Even with the added weight, she was always pleasant to me and would always give me ice tea when I mowed their grass on Saturday's. I never knew Jennifer, but I heard, after this all came out, she went through about the same thing. She didn't gain near the weight. Diane started to question Phil about the changes her body was going through. She never imagined that he was "slipping" her something, but she was concerned over her weight and that Phil had stopped trying to have sex with her. He panicked and told that she was getting older and her body was bound to go through changes. This made her moody and feel like she was unloved and started to drink even more. Phil would find her open wine bottle and pour even more of the liquid into it. He thought he would back off on Jennifer's dosage, because she had grown to a 38DD cup and was gaining attention from men wherever she went. In the span of two months, Diane had went from about 135 pounds to close to 175. She was struggling to stay in a 44DD bra. One Saturday I came over to mow their grass and found her crying on their back deck. I really felt sorry for her. She spilled her heart out to me. That because she was getting old and fat that her husband didn't want to have anything to do with her any longer, especially sex. Truth was she really didn't look that bad. She still had a cute face, and if she would dress to show off her impressive cleavage, she would attract attention. I told her that. I also told her that Phil was a balding man who didn't appreciate what he had. This made her laugh. At least I got a smile out of her. Phil pulled up and they went inside to have a yelling session. I went about mowing their lawn. By the time I was done mowing Phil had stormed out of the house, but not before calling Diane a "fat pig". I was hot and sweaty and could really use a glass of iced tea. So I gently knocked on the door. No one answered, but I knew Diane was still home. I let myself in. I found Diane upstairs on the bed crying her eyes out. She was embarrassed to see me. Maybe it she was embarrassed for me to see her crying. I told her that I would go downstairs and get her something to drink and be right back. That's when I found the empty bottle just laying in the trash. It had Phil's company label on it and said "Breast Enhancer Formula". So that was what the bum was doing. Giving his wife some kind of formula and that what was causing her breasts to get huge and her to gain the weight. I buried the bottle in the trash then washed my hands. What a "douche bag" he was, I thought. I went to his briefcase and opened it. There were four more bottles of the stuff and a small bottle labeled "Libido Enhancer". Now I'm no chemist, I even got a C- in chemistry in school, but I knew what a Libido was. So I poured her a glass of wine and dumped about 1/4 the bottle of the Libido juice into it. I poured myself a glass of tea and took them upstairs. Diane was still laying on the bed crying. I sat the glasses down on the night stand then sat down next to her. I was rubbing her side and back to get her to stop crying. I told her that she should drink something so she wouldn't get dehydrated from all the crying. I reached for the glass of wine and handed it to her. She sat up and gulped it down. Diane was dressed in a baggy t-shirt and lose fitting jeans. She did have her shoes off and I could see that she had a pedicure and knew she always had a manicure. Her toe nails were painted a bright red, while her finger nails were a more subdued shade of red. I didn't know if the stuff in his briefcase worked, or how long it would take. I just sat there on the side of the bed trying to comfort her. I started to rub the inside of her leg around her knee. I told her that she was a beautiful woman and that her husband was a major jerk for saying that to her. She said it was getting hot in the room. She could tell because I was sweaty. I didn't bother to remind her that I just had been mowing her grass. I kept rubbing the inside of her leg, but now I worked my way farther up so that I was rubbing the inside of her thigh. She said that she was really hot and then she reached for my iced tea and took a big sip of that. I let my hand run all the way up her leg to her crotch. I figured that she would either throw me out or get so hot that she couldn't stand it. I started to rub her jeans right at her crotch, but not on it. She spread her legs further and I took that as my cue to rub her crotch. She let out a moan and started to rub her breasts. I told her that she would be more comfortable if she were remove her jeans and bra. I was pushing my luck. She told me that it had been months since they had had sex together. I pulled her zipper down on her jeans and tugged them down below her hips. She started to protest, but I started to rub her pussy through her panties. She grabbed my hand, but I managed to pull her panties to the side and work a finger into her pussy. Boy was she wet! That ended all protest from her. She pulled her t-shirt off and unfastened her bra. Her breasts were bigger than anything I had ever seen. It was like someone had cut a watermelon in two and placed them on her chest. I started to pull her panties off and she reached down and worked them off for me. Her pussy couldn't have been more wet if she had shoved a hose up there. I worked two of my fingers into her pussy and started to work them in and out. Now I'm not the most experienced kid, but I have read enough of my Father's Playboys to know a little about sex. Also, last Summer, my buddy and I got into a x-rated drive in movie, so I had a pretty good idea what to do.. But other than jerking off, I was a virgin. I need to do something to free my cock from my underpants and shorts. It was hard and starting to ache being all confined. I stood up and removed my clothes. Diane stuffed her fingers into her pussy and was fucking herself for me. I walked around the other side of the bed and laid down next to her. She continued working on her pussy while I started to suck on her nipple of that massive tit closest to me. She sucked in air. I pushed her hand out of the way and replaced it with my own. She started to thrash around caught up in the throws of an orgasm. She was so wet that her pussy was making sucking noises. Fluids were running out of her pussy and down the crack of her ass, soaking the bed. I pulled my hand out and brought it to her mouth for her to suck off her juices. I'm not going to lie to you and tell you that I am hung like a horse. Truth is, I have an average cock. It's a little over 6" long, but it is good sized around, almost 2". I climbed on top of her and she guided me into her pussy. Fortunately from jerking off all the time, I didn't have a problem with cumming to early. I was ramming into her like a pro. I buried my face into her massive breasts. She held them together so I could suck her nipples. I found if I lightly bit one it would drive her wild. She was moaning and throwing her head side to side, I thought that maybe I was hurting her, so I started to slow down. She grabbed my butt and pulled me tighter and kept telling me "harder"! So I kept ramming her harder. She announced that she was cumming and it was like someone opened the flood gates. I could feel her juices run out of her past my cock. I just kept up thrusting into her and finally, I could feel my own orgasm building. Now I didn't have a condom with me, after all, I never gotten laid before. So I started to pull out, She grabbed my ass again and pulled me into her and wouldn't let go. I exploded into her pussy with the force of a rocket going off. I continued to stay hard, so I just kept pumping her. After about another minutes my cock started to go soft so I pulled it out and it made a "pop" sound. By now I was covered in sweat, her bedspread was soaked clean through to the sheets, and I was exhausted. But not Diane. I rolled off her while I caught my breath and she just delved into herself with her fingers again. She showed me how to find her clit and rub it. So I did, while she thrust her fingers in and out of herself. It didn't take long before she had another orgasm. My Parents were gone shopping so it wasn't like I had to get home. But, I was afraid that I couldn't leave her like this. How long did this stuff last? Playing with her huge breasts and watching her fuck herself soon made me hard again. So I got back on top of her and gave it to her again. I lasted longer this time, but didn't shoot off as much as I did the first time. Diane had another orgasm in the process. When my cock went limp again, I thought I better head for home and clean up. Diane suggested that we go shower together her at her house. I liked her idea better. We got in the shower and she cleaned me up. And wouldn't you know I got hard again. This time she got on her knees in the shower and sucked my cock until I exploded in her mouth. She then got up and proceeded to rub her clit until she had another orgasm. Once we all cleaned up, we got out and dried each other off. We walked back to her bedroom and I really didn't want to put back on my sweaty shorts. She gave me a pair of Phil's to wear. They were a size bigger, but at least they weren't all sweaty. She also gave me one of his t-shirts to wear home. She laid there on the dry part of the bed naked and watched me dress. I asked if she was going to be okay now and she said she was. Diane also told me that I should bring dry clothes with me every time I mowed their lawn. I told her that I would and I looked forward to next weekend. I wanted to tell everyone about this, but I knew I couldn't. Before I left, I grabbed a bottle of Phil's "Breast Enhancer" formula to take with me. I pushed my lawn mower back home and put it away. By the time my parents got home, they just figured that I showered and cleaned up when I got home. I didn't know how much of the formula to use, so I poured the entire bottle into my Mom's wine bottle. Might as well spread some joy to Dad, maybe he would give me the raise in my allowance I wanted! Next Saturday came and I couldn't wait to get to Diane's house and mow her grass. Sure enough ol' Phil wasn't home. Diane sat on her back deck drinking wine while I mowed. She wore a bikini that would cover most women,, but her breasts were even bigger and I was sure that the straps would burst from the pressure any minute. As I mowed she put her feet up on the rail and rubbed her crotch for me. He bottoms were soaked more than I was by the time I got done. As soon as I was done, we would go upstairs and fuck like rabbits until I couldn't get it up any longer. She didn't need any of the Libido liquid after the first time. That Summer she taught me everything about sex you would want to know. There wasn't anything she didn't do with me. Diane even let me take her in her poop chute so that I could sink my hands into those massive breasts of hers. I rearranged all my other mowing jobs to the week so I would have Saturday's free. By the time she delivered her baby, her breasts were size 60K's! Fortunately, she hadn't really put on any more weight. I think having sex with me helped that area. I discovered where Phil kept his "stash" of the formula and kept taking a bottle a week from it. If you steal from a thief, they can't very well go to the police. I kept pouring into my Mom's wine at home. She had gone from a 44C bra to a 50D bra by the end of the Summer. Lucky Dad, but he still didn't give me that raise. So one Sunday morning, I slipped some of that Libido juice into his coffee. He spent the entire Sunday "cleaning" the garage. I bet his cock was sore for a week, from jerking off so much! I stayed in town and attended the local community college. I would go over to Diane's house and mow her grass, then plow her. This went on for another several months. I didn't know what excuse I would use when Fall came, and I finished raking her leaves. Right after Thanksgiving, it game to a head. I came over to "rake" and Phil was waiting on me. By now, what was he going to say? I knew what he was doing and was willing to blow the whistle to Diane. What he said was unexpected. Diane was pregnant, but he didn't know who the daddy was. He knew I had been taking his breast formula and that had to stop. But as luck would have it, he wasn't going to say anything because I had him over a bigger barrel. He spilled everything to me. How he was boinking his secretary, he had knocked her up as well! How he was giving both women his breast formula and if this leaked out, he was screwed with his company and the government. The only piece he didn't have was who was the father? He figured it was someone at the bank who she worked with. He was going to move out and they were going to put the house up for sale. Would I keep the lawn up, until it sold? Now I could do one of two things. Not say anything or tell him everything. After all, he just spilled his guts to me. He seemed genuinely sad about everything. Of course maybe it was the threat of federal jail that prompted him to tell me. So I came clean to an extent. I told him that I saw the empty bottle in the trash and found his stash. That yes, I had been taking a bottle from it and giving it to my Mom. That it had the same results that Diane did. But I didn't confess that Diane's baby was mine. I was excited and scared at the same time. I asked if I could talk to Diane, that we had become friends and maybe I could get her to tell me who the father was. He bought this and would leave us alone to talk. Diane was up in the bedroom because they had had a big fight over all of this. Phil didn't tell her that he had been spiking her wine, or anything like that. After she confessed to him that she was pregnant, he confessed that he had knocked up his secretary as well. That was about all that was said between them. When I walked in, Diane told me the baby was mine and that she wouldn't say a word about it to anyone. As far as anyone was concerned it was Phil's and he would have to support it. I told her that Phil was convinced that it was someone at the bank she worked with. This made her laugh. We made love the rest of the afternoon. After that, their house sold and I didn't see Phil any more. I did drive over to Diane's new house, and visit her often. I even helped her with Lamaze class. My parents thought that I was doing a "noble" thing because the poor woman's husband had ran out on her. Diane and Jennifer both delivered a baby girl about a week apart. Sixteen years later, Diane remarried. I grew up and have always had a fetish for older women that had some extra "padding" and big breasts. Wonder how I arrived at that? Phil? Phil went to jail for a very long time. Seems when the women delivered their babies, the girls came out with a very health sets of breasts! So much so, that both of them needed bras since they time they started walking. Tests were done and the secret got out. Phil was fired, the company very handsomely compensated both women in order for them to not to sue the company. Everything was hushed up, except for Phil going to jail for drug tests on humans. I understand that now he could use the breasts in jail! I came out pretty clean, except for a daughter that I love dearly and that has every boy chasing after her because of her 44D chest in high school! Also, before they sold the house, I stole all of Phil's stash. My Mom now has a 56F chest that she is pretty proud of. Not bad for a woman in her late 50's. Dad, well he never gave me that raise, so every time I come home for a visit, he has to clean the garage for a day! Dad, you should have given me that raise! Better Living Through Chemistry: A I'M A FI-YA STARTA', TWiSTED FI-YA STARTA'!" The smoke enveloped the streaks that were occasionally living bodies, occluding them fully in a shroud of pounding bass, exploding lights and the unmistakable scent of club fog. Two oblique humanoids wearing tiny pairs of head-lamp eyewear bounced above the fray, dropping Prodigy's hell down into the sexual kettle boiling below. The people were only human in the physical, their collective souls merged through love into the hazy techno-gumbo. The periphery was lined with endless onlookers, most not feeling the ecstatic aura and standing- heads bobbing slightly- with glib faces and plastic cups of booze and staring at the fun. Their nights did not include the poignancy of the dancers hiding in the smoke. Either by choice of abstinence or just the lack of underworld contacts they were destined to drown their sorrows in booze and jealousy. If they had tried the bean, they were pissed at their lack of quality procurement and if they had never tried it, they could not know what they were missing. Nikki did not feel pity for them, only love for all. Her day had gone as scheduled, endless yada yada yada about business theory and payroll accounting at school, an hour or two of studying Adam Smith and lunch, a few hours tossing Solitary cards online and sneering at men who thought her Instant Messaging nickname was an excuse to drop subtle and not so subtle hints about just what they could do for her. The web is full of them. It was Friday after all, thoughts of school, the future, and any half-ass advances by some old bald guy tapping keys in Opelika, Alabama could eat shit as far as she was concerned. A lucky call from Greg managed to brighten up her night's prospects immensely. A fresh shipment of delightful chocolate chip disco bisquits had entered Jackson. The city's powers-that-be had grudgingly approved the request by a touring rave group to stage a Massive downtown. The town was ready for it. People are a fickle bunch in any city and Jackson is not so large that every club in town hasn't been visited and gotten bored with. There are the meat markets with pretty boys and old whores like The Dock and The Forum and the ubiquitous 1001, the sports bars full of beer-swillin' ex-frat boys and plumbers like Time Out and Hooters and the rundown country clubs like Pop's. There are no true dedicated dance clubs, though so the rumors of a Massive coming to town flew through the youth of the city by Blog. With any rave comes the influx of club drugs and the meth cookers, coke pushers, dime-bag potheads and pill poppers that normally run the town's fun mostly found themselves low on the totem pole. The Memphis and New Orleans bean bringers filtered into the town like a mist creeping under the door jams. Their products were the key to any serious attempt at a rave. Beer and coke is quite unsuited to bringing together better living through chemistry. Nikki had made no plans to meet any friends of hers; she had partied enough with them. Inevitably, the intrusion of their personal agendas would just prove to be a hindrance to her own. She did not wish to be swayed from the dance floor by the drunken tug of her arm by a friend who needed a ride or just her ear for a moment. She lived for the ecstatic bliss, hungry to feel the trance take her into the fog of photo-musical rapture and was loathe to be dissuaded by anyone who would turn their nose up at her idea of a party. Greg had sold her two hits, one she ate immediately as she left his apartment in Belhaven and the other as soon as she the euphoria began to race her heartbeat and free her spirit. By two a.m., the feeling of bliss and full-on arousal was total. The Massive was staged in a rundown part of Gallatin Street, located near the old Midnight Sun, a club that in its heyday had seen a bean or two. The building's interior had been transformed as if by a magic wand into a psychedelic wonderland. A dark corridor with black-lit images of straight and gay lust fed directly past the bottle-water bar to the sinful pit broiling with writhing and hopping bodies and swirling glow sticks. She felt the kinship within the smoke instantly, feeling the X take its lovely hold of her motions and dreams and carry her on the groovy magic carpet ride straight into the maw of sexual deviance and bliss. Time froze in the mists, the only measure of its grip being counted by the rise of the sun in the morning and the lull in the drugs' effects that was sure to come. Nikki was conscious of her own body's glory. She could feel sweat on her, cooling hot skin as it merged with the sticky smoke blasting from ten machines mounted all around and above the masses. The lasers occasionally fired into the crowd in precise beams, providing the only visibly straight edge in the room. The hallucinatory visions took over otherwise, twisting and turning with each sweep of a vari-lite and change in musical tempo brought down from above. She could feel each pore in her body wanting to merge with the others, striving for a communal feeling of adoration with each other. Everything within the shroud was beautiful, the occasional face of a dancer nearby appearing blissful and angelic and bringing the clenched-teeth smile so common on the floor. The headlights above twisted and turned the moods as they wished, treating the thrashing figures below as if they were but mere flesh puppets for their manipulation and Nikki was no different. She in fact wanted to be steered, for they moved her toward a higher good unseen by those unaffected. She writhed on the floor, feeling the hot flashes of wanton desires and feelings of liberation. Her eyes were useless, clouded by the swirling haze and the eyelids remaining clenched in the salute to "One Love." Hands passed by her, stroking her skin, rubbing her hair gently and even running delicate fingertips up her bare calves. She appreciated the gestures, smiling coyly and cooing softly, uttering a moan that hopelessly lost itself in the thunderous din of sound erupting all around. The frenetic gesticulations ebbed and flowed with the DJ's every beat. Unknown to Nikki, one of them took an interest in her directly and performed a most unusual experiment. The crowd was growing in number, people throwing themselves into the throes regardless of drug intake or need for stimulation. In the center was Nikki, arms flailing and her face sweaty from exertion and hormonal overload. She was clad in a short miniskirt and tight haltertop with tight pink stacks and glittery jewelry. The room became tight, packed with the increasingly sweaty faces of woman and man alike, closing in on her and growing bolder in their strokes and light brushes against her. Quite unknown to her, she became the center of attention, the pulsating lights aiming at her directly and pointing to her as a shining point of light. The crowd became eager to feel the light on them. The music turned dark, turning from flighty sounds of light, trippy bliss into dark grinding industrial metal that soured the happy dispositions of many and stoking the coals of pent-up sexual aggression in Jackson into a raging fire of blatantly overt gropes and deliberate stripping of her clothing piecemeal. At first, she wasn't quite able to understand just what was occurring. Her own visions from the dual doses of X intrigued her, the focused attention of many turning literally into "One Love." She was conscious of many hands on her, groping at times forcefully and at times seductively all about her body. A great many men and women ground their legs or erections into her thighs, cupping her breasts and nuzzling the nape of her neck. One set of hands raised her skirt, cupping her ass roughly and in an instant, her tiny panties tore away into the smoke. The smoke covered most of her nudity in a gray-hued mass of dusky strobe-lites and raw psychedelic intensity. Women dove into her face, running hot tongues over her cheeks and drawing her nipples into tight, tingly focal points of attention. Hands swirled over her body coarsely, the amphetamine-driven guitar riffs and manic screams of lusty degradation from the amplifiers pounding home the innate need to defile her. Her blouse ripped from her, the sweaty skin beneath exposed to the air and cooling instantly. Her eyes closed, the drug's effects inhibiting any thoughts of repulsion or fear. It was, after all, the complete fulfillment of some odd dream of hers. To be taken forcefully by the masses of sexual driven individuals all caught up in a fervid pit of cravings and collective need for the purge of hidden demons caught her up in the moment. She threw her own skirt off, unzipping it unconsciously and tossing it into the melee. She was nude, illuminated by swirling swaths of light and bombarded by crunching thoughts from Trent Reznor. The songs of NIN, already angst-driven and raw were now welded with the angry noise of Ministry and tossed anger into the fray. Men began freaking anyone close to them, angrily french-kissing total strangers and friends alike. Nikki ignored it all, surrendering to the euphoria and to the onslaught of hands around her body. She felt sharp fingernails clawing at her back, bringing brief cries of pain and the need for more from her. The taunt skin of an erect penis touched her thigh, a smiling face in front of hers barely visible through the haze. Another dick, this one longer and more enthralling snaked its way between her thighs. Her arms flew out to her sides, held out Christ-like by a man and a woman who were each enraptured by partners next to them. The dick in the front moved its way to her swelling clit, its hood held aside by another unseen set of hands that roughly massaged her pussy in some blithe effort to turn her own. A tongue, somehow determined to be feminine in spite of her nerves already overflowing with stimuli, ran around her ass and over the cock poised and jutting into the cheek. A set of arms lifted her into the cloudy air, carrying her above the floor and levitating her waist high in the crowd. The dicks and fingers of various minions began inserting themselves, stabbing into her with reckless abandon while the hands and tongues of the dancing apparitions around her ran allover her exposed skin. A woman offered Nikki her own breast, which she sucked and drew strong jerks of release from while she sought out the woman's own crotch with a curious hand. The faces and occasional voices were nondescript in the fray, unnoticed yet completely occupying her consciousness. The raver fucking her pulled away, disappearing into the fog and eagerly replaced by another, larger cock that plunged deep within her and drew sharp cries of release and immorality that were unheard in the tumult. This one did not last long, a strong warm spray of cum flying across her floating body and ebbing into the mist as well. An awaiting woman dove in, licking the man's seed and washing Nikki's clit with a sweet probing tongue that succeeded in arousing her. Mouths clasped her lips and nipples, defiling her body with the need to communicate with her sexy soul. The Massive freaking continued throughout the night, the DJ's keeping the vibe alive. Nikki finally left after having been joined by members of the audience elsewhere on the floor. It was a scene of complete debauchery, played out by everyone hidden and rolling uncontrollably in the smoke. Women ran around heedlessly accepting the insertions of strangers and tossing their own sexual needs into the hot fiery smoke of malcontent libidinous sin and emotional turmoil. Nikki was eventually released to continue dancing, the seed and juice of males and females alike coating her skin in various places and filling her with the need for more. Despite the unwanted violation, she craved more, desperately and wildly throwing herself at the feet of a man or woman and inhaling a random dick fully or tasting the vulva of some tart while random sensual fingers pulled her face into their groin. People staggering drunkenly into the rave after a boring night at other clubs were shocked by the display erupting from the warehouse. Scenes of blatant homosexuality abounded, men fellating men openly, women unabashedly dancing a morose 69 two-step on the benches and scant chairs surrounding the dance floor. Men and women were twisting to the music like overheated snakes, taking it from behind or slowly dancing together as if taking a slow dance at prom, except for their nudity and slow fondling of the genitals while they caressed. The girl selling water behind the bar, decided to cash in some of her own money, tossing entire bottles of Dasani into the crowd and adding a cool rain to the hot skin, the hissing of speakers seeming to echo the sizzling flesh being doused. Nikki herself was flooded by a woman who poured an entire one-liter bottle over her, drenching her hair and washing sweat and semen from her. A pungent scent of sexual release then began to overtake the smell of the smoke, replacing the essence of rave with an ambience of the taboo. People continued to join in, emboldening a few overloaded drug dealers to begin randomly tossing tabs into the open mouths of recipients eager to feel whatever aura had overtaken the crowd. Teenagers who had sneaked in were amazed by the spectacle, as were whatever nurses, secretaries, construction workers, waitresses, students or slacker who happened to participate. Her own high ebbed slightly, allowing Nikki to finally leave the floor to go pee and begin to regain her wits. She was nude, and began to come down enough to know that she could not leave the arena in such short supply of covering. Clothing was everywhere, so she scooped up a t-shirt and pair of cargo pants that were grossly oversized and tossed them on. Feeling a bit embarrassed by her behavior suddenly, she stared up into the DJ booth, the four tiny flashlights lighting it up just enough for her to realize the two spinners were blowing her kisses and waving. Forcing a sly smile, she gave them a jaunty wave and exited, laughing a bit under her breath as she passed a few newcomers muttering curiously between themselves about whether or not there was any chance of getting laid in there. Nikki only smiled to herself and drove home. She never spoke of it to anyone and thus was an unknowing urban legend among the ravers who attended the Massive that one Friday night as "Madame X, the woman who turned out the town..."