by PJ Bayliss
‘Fuck Jules! Keep going!’
Julie sped up the pace and her fingers dived into her friend who was on the brink of a climax. As she worked her opening into a froth Julie reached up and shoved Savannah against the window while grasping her breast.
Savannah didn’t need much of a push at this stage, and Julie knew it too well. She knew precisely the place where her friend was right now, and she knew the right pace that would take her somewhere else.
To take her where Savannah longed to be…
9
As they finished their meal the maître d’ approached Chaise and whispered in his ear. He was very apologetic, but Chaise merely smirked and assured him everything was okay with a pat on his back and the maître d’ returned to the kitchen.
‘Everything okay, Chaise?’.
‘Nothing we can’t sort out Carl,’ he replied. ‘Friends, if you’re ready, we can now retire to the Spa for the rest of the evening. But I’ve just been told there is another party in there finishing up their session, so we will have to behave ourselves.’
‘Do I have to behave?’ jested Carlos.
‘Have you ever behaved? Besides, the sooner you act up, I suspect we can all play up.’
‘Ha! You know me so well!’
The group then made their way to the spa, chatting and laughing along the way as they speculated what was in store for the evening.
Fairmont’s spa was spacious and immaculate. There was a large pool located in the middle of the room, framed against an arrangement of wooden lounge chairs and round pillars that supported the arched ceiling. In the corner was a large spa pool that was saturated with romantic lighting effects and the overflow poured into the main pool. Steam rose from the surface of the water, inviting the group into its depths as they entered the room.
Spirits were high and the previous booking were still basking in the spa pool, enjoying their glasses of wine.
‘How long have they got chaise?’
‘About fifteen minutes, I think.’
‘I could introduce myself…’
‘That would be appreciated, bro. Go and take care of it.’
Carlos approached the spa pool with a smile and introduced himself in his friendliest of tones. He greeted them at the side of the pool and quickly established where they were from and their backgrounds'. He made a couple of jokes and gave one of the men a high-five before walking back to Chaise and his friends.
‘Watch this…’ Chaise nudged Julie with a snigger.
‘What are you two boys up to?’
‘Nothing at all, just giving them a memorable spa experience.’
Carlos returned, jumped into the pool and swam up to Chaise.
‘All done. I’d give them about three minutes.’
‘Seriously? That’s a big Jacuzzi, dude.’
‘No worries Chaise. It was a special batch I cooked up for tonight.’
‘What have you done, Carl?’ asked Julie.
Carlos unfurled his hand. In his palm was an empty glass vial. Julie smacked the palm of her hand against her forehead.
‘Is that what I think it is?’
‘Yep!’ sniggered Carlos. ‘Wait ‘n see…’
Within a matter of minutes, the group started to depart from the pool, the men quickly grabbing towels upon their exit to hide their rapidly growing erections. The women followed soon after, a couple of them helped the last one out of the pool who suddenly yelped at the top of her voice. As the noise echoed around the room, it sounded as if she was injured and yelling in pain.
Julie burst out in horror. ‘Chaise! She’s in agony!’
They watched as the third woman crumpled and cried out once again before composing herself on the side of the pool.
‘Correction. Ecstasy,’ Chaise sniggered.
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Chaise and his friends made their way to the spa pool once the group left the room. He stopped them just before they entered the water.
‘Now you guys, I just need to advise you that you may experience certain bodily responses if you get in here.’
‘Like what?’ asked Tim.
‘We’re not entirely sure. It could be a slight flush and sensation of feeling hot. Or, it could be North Street all over again,’ said Carlos.
‘Sounds good to me!’ replied Gigi. She grasped Kristoff’s hand and jumped into the pool.
‘Me too!’ said Savannah.
One by one they hopped into the pool until Maggie was the last one left to get in.
‘North Street? I’m not too certain about that…'
‘Yes,’ Rex replied. ‘Hop in, doll. It’ll be okay, I promise.’
‘I suppose so.’
Reluctantly she got in with the others.
‘I’ve heard about North Street, but wasn’t sure what happened.’
Chaise started to explain the situation to Maggie.
‘So, what did you hear about North Street?’
‘Not a hell of a lot, just that a couple of girls got into trouble after taking some drugs.’
‘What kind of trouble?’
‘They were taken advantage of, sexually. You know?’
‘Oh,’ Chaise frowned at her take of events. ‘It didn’t quite happen like that.
It was a mistake on our behalf. We admit that, and Carlos and I ended up fronting up to the whole thing in front of the faculty. It was a huge fiasco, but everything turned out fine in the end. And you know what? Everybody involved signed a disclosure that no harm was done.’
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The North Street mess started with a small post-exam party at a student hall in the middle of town. The night took a turn when Carlos turned up with his latest chemistry experiment - an innocent looking incense stick with a potent aphrodisiac infused into the compound. It was his first attempt at what would later be known as Formula V, or Super-V as the boys preferred to call it.
Formula V was so powerful he tried to dilute it through vaporisation, but even that couldn’t reduce the effect. Carlos made his intention clear to everyone attending the party, but the hapless party-goers had little chance of escaping the fumes within the closed quarters, and little choice but to comply with the powerful charm of the substance.
As the evening progressed, it turned into a night of rampant debauchery with naked bodies strewn in every room amidst a mass of sensual decadence. The aphrodisiac mist penetrated every corner of the hostel, including anyone who had expired to their bedrooms for sleep that night. Tales of erotic nightmares, soaking-wet dreams, and fantasy fetishes continued for weeks afterwards among the student population, and everybody knew precisely who was responsible.
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Maggie looked stupefied after Chaise explained the full story and recounted the evening to her.
‘So, it wasn’t a date rape thing?’
Chaise cringed at her statement and continued. ‘It most certainly was not. North Street was a bit of a mistake, but it was an error for the greater good. Everybody consented and agreed on the night before it got out of hand.’
‘Greater good? What greater good would that be?’
‘Sexual dysfunction.’
‘So, we’re talking about Viagra again?’
‘Not quite. PSAD.’
‘Sorry? What?’
‘PSAD Maggie. One of the things our family business, Pegasus Pharmaceuticals, is contracted to find a remedy for is called PSAD. It’s short for Persistent Sexual Arousal Disorder.’
‘I’m sorry, what?’
‘Basically it’s a persistent feeling of being turned on sexually and a need to be satisfied as such. It’s like a long, continuous series of orgasms and can be brought on by anything such as mere thoughts, maybe a vibrating phone, car ride, or basically anything. It comes from absolutely nowhere and for totally unexplainable reasons.’
‘My goodness… I’ve never heard of it before.’
‘Well, it’s relatively uncommon. It happens with about one percent of women, but men can have it too.’<
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‘I thought all men had it,’ joked Maggie.
‘Ha-ha. Yeah, I know what you mean, but seriously though, it is a pretty serious health issue, even if it is relatively rare. It’s uncomfortable, like mini-childbirth, and can really put you off having any kind of sex because of the over-sensitive nature of it. A simple touch can trigger orgasms’ that last for hours.’
‘Goodness! It sounds ghastly!’ exclaimed Maggie who had suddenly realised the effect of Carlos’s serum in the water. It was taking hold of her body, along with everyone else beneath the bubbling surface.
‘I totally agree,’ replied Chaise. ‘So that is what Carl and I are busy working on in the laboratory. A cure for this disorder.’
‘I see, how’s that then?’
‘Basically, our company replicates the symptoms,’ Carlos interjected. ‘Pegasus typically recreates side-effects of other pharmaceuticals, but this time we’re reproducing a disorder to diagnose patients' alongside people who do not have the same problem. They become the test control.’
‘I feel like a test subject right now…’ Maggie replied.
‘Me too…’ said Savannah. The other girls hummed in agreement and smiled at each other.
Chaise grinned from ear to ear. ‘You’re not alone my dear. Now, the question is what are you going to do about it?’
Maggie blushed a deep shade of crimson which was barely masked by the heat of the bubbling water. The jets of water were sending waves of sensual delight throughout her body in such a manner that she thought she would explode any in any minute. Subtly she shuffled herself sideways until one of the jets faced her inner thigh to ease her sensual burden.
That action only escalated the feeling in an alarming manner, turning her gut in turmoil as waves of pleasure began to shudder through her body.
‘Maggie?’ said Rex.
She opened her eyes in response.
‘Are you okay?’
‘I’m perfect,’ she replied.
‘Good. So am I…’ he replied before standing up beside her, his fully erect penis shamelessly on display to everyone in the pool.
‘Holly shit!’ Maggie exclaimed, then she finally noticed the various positions the girls were in around her, straddling the laps of their partners.
‘What the hell?’
‘I told you it might end up like this...’ replied Rex.
‘I thought you were joking!’
‘Well, you’ll know better next time,’ he replied.
She wasn’t sure what to think. Part of her was fuming for having this sprung upon her, another part felt humiliated for being introduced in such a manner, but another part was grinning wickedly with such built up lust that it didn’t matter. It was the wisest part of her, and she grasped Rex with both hands and took him into her mouth.
10
The following morning Chaise had arranged to meet Carlos at at Saint Salvator’s Quadrangle. It was the heart and soul of the University and the hub of practically every social event held upon campus from first-year orientation through to graduation ceremony parties. Students affectionately referred to it as Sallies Quad and it was a rite of passage for all who studied there. Every single student had stepped upon its lush, green grass in celebration at some point in time. And within a few short hours, the twins would be walking through it for the very last time for their graduation ceremony.
Chaise took a moment to admire his surroundings one last time. The large square of vibrant green grass was rich and full of life. It stood out in contrast against the surrounding ancient stone buildings with their dark recessed arched windows gazed out to the centre of the court with a contagious, yet lifeless stare. Between them was a broad path of grey cobbled paving with damp patches that mirrored the stray wisps of cloudy skies hanging above.
Chaise was momentarily mesmerised by their surrealistic charm as a flowing tide of jubilant students poured between the historic buildings as they made their way to class. Wisps of wind gathered at the footsteps of the building like a pack of western cowboys rounding up the loose leaves and dust from surrounding alleyways. He stood amidst the juvenile dust devils, as a fresh gust of wind flicked the hem of his kilt upward to reveal a naked thigh and firm buttock.
A group of girls nearby turned their heads to admire as a boisterous voice bellowed out from behind.
‘No wonder you get your arse spanked wearing that outfit!’
Chaise turned around and grinned sheepishly at his accuser. ‘And I suppose you’re appropriately attired under your kilt’ he joked.
Carlos smiled, ‘Yeah, but I’d rather dish out a thrashing than receive a spanking!’ He flicked the apron of his kilt upward, revealing his naked member to any nearby innocent onlookers.
Chaise cupped his forehead in his hands and moaned in mock embarrassment.
‘What’s wrong bro?’ Carl laughed.
‘Ohhh, nothing. Nothing at all,’ he replied, shaking his head.
‘What else did you expect?’
‘Nothing...’ laughed Chaise as they bumped fists together. He reeled his younger sibling in with a loving shoulder hug and firm pat on the back.
‘I’ve had a lifetime of your antics, Carl. There’s nothing you could ever do that would surprise me.’
They wore matching eight-yard ‘clan Italia’ tartan kilts with fine stripes of red and green against a dark navy blue background. Their long black silk graduation robes had a purple-lilac border that flowed down to their leather boots and distinctive yellow stitched soles.
Carlos scanned the surrounding buildings and paved walkways. ‘Where’s Julie?’, he asked.
‘Parking the car down on North Street,’ replied Chaise as he glanced at his phone.
‘And you didn’t wait?’
‘Huh?’
‘Wait. You didn’t wait for Julie?’
‘Ahh…“pitstop”. I guess she has a few nerves.’
‘Fair enough,’ replied Carlos. ‘What about you? Nervous?’
Chaise rolled his eyes. ‘Give me some credit. It’s only graduation,’ he glanced over his brother's shoulder toward the arched iron gateway. ‘Here she comes now…with your date.’
‘It’s not a date,’ Carlos sneered ‘just a companion for the afternoon. It wouldn’t be a good look being by myself, would it?’
‘I guess. So why didn’t Lisa come again?’
‘I never told you?’
‘Nope…?’
‘Well, she’s the Head’s daughter.’
‘Oh for fucks sake! You certainly tread on some shaky ground, bro!’
‘Don’t I know it! Her father would have me expelled immediately if he knew.’
‘Probably,’ Chaise laughed. ‘It’s not as if he hasn’t tried before.’
‘Yeah… good times, huh Chaise?’
‘Definitely, bro.’ They bumped fists together and turned their attention to the approaching girls. ‘Oh, I see she’s brought Cheryl along. Waddaya reckon?’
‘Wow. She's a stunner. Gorgeous.’
‘Remember, it’s not a date.’
Carlos smiled. ‘Let’s just see where things go. Lisa and I aren’t committed like Julie and yourself, you know,’ Chaise shook his head at his brother's comment as they walked toward the two girls. ‘I have to admit it Chaise, you are a miracle worker,’ remarked Carlos. ‘Does Cheryl know?’
‘Know what?’ replied Chaise.
‘Does she know about us?’
‘I’d presume so. Julie wouldn’t bring any plain old meal to the table. Not with our appetite anyway, but take it easy on her anyway, huh?’
‘You mean, treat her like an entrée?’
Chaise laughed. ‘I know how you scoff meals, Carl. I’m just saying she might be a little naive in comparison to the lab experiments you’re used to.’
Carlos gestured with both arms stretched outward. ‘What? I’m hurt! I’m a real gentleman!’ he jested with a false look of innocence upon his face.
‘Whatever, bro!’ Chaise laughed as the gre
eted the girls.
Chaise met Julie with a firm embrace and kiss upon the lips. He smiled and looked adoringly into her green eyes as they parted. ‘I told you, didn’t I?’
Julie smiled inquisitively, ‘Told me what?’
‘That I’d give that kiss back to you…’
She giggled and glanced downward, blushing gracefully.
‘And I told you, I would just give it back again.’
‘Alright you two! That’s enough PDA for today,’ interrupted Carlos.
Julie introduced her friend to the twins and explained that they first met each other months ago at the North Street affair.
‘Ahh I knew I’d seen you somewhere before.’ said Carlos. ‘You were there that night when I turned up.’
‘That’s right. Then you lit that incense thing,’ Cheryl replied with a smile.
They were interrupted by his phone ringing and Carl reached into his jacket pocket.
He glanced toward Chaise. ‘It’s Papa.’
‘Okay…’ Chaise replied in a reserved tone. ‘You’d better take it.’
‘Yeah. Won’t be long,’ replied Carlos as he answered the call.
‘Where is your father?’ inquired Julie.
‘New York. I think.’
‘You think?’ Cheryl asked.
‘Well, he’s a bit of a jet-setter, and doesn’t really tell me much about where he’s going these days,’ Chaise responded. ‘That’s when we actually do see each other.’
‘Would’nt he be wishing you good luck for today?’ asked Julie.
‘Nah… I don’t think so, hun. He’s not like that.’
The thought had briefly crossed his mind, but he quickly ruled it out. His father, Gianni, was a strong-willed, stubborn individual that rarely thought of anything other than his work.
‘Nah. Certainly not,’ Chaise confirmed.
‘What does your father do, then?’ Cheryl asked. ‘Julie began to explain it to me on the way here in the car.’
