by Dark Angel
I finish the shower feeling exhausted. The bed is the only thing I can focus on now. I hope it's not one of those days where I toss and turn all night from worry and exhaustion.
I sink down into the sheets, the crispness of the fabric against my body relieving some of the pent-up stress within me. I’m wearing only a sheer pink nightgown and panties and I feel completely at ease for the first time today. Even before the incident, I was already tensed.
There’s some Christmas-themed movie on TV, and I’m too tired to change it. I send out a few texts before bed then place my phone on the edge of the nightstand. My lashes flutter before I start to drift off. So much is going through my head, but I finally fall into a deep sleep.
Rub it. Look at all those men who want you. Do it harder!
Twelve men built like Adonis with massive twelve-inch cocks. All of them stroking because they want you. Rub that pussy for them.
My body is writhing on the sheets as the feelings crash through me.
I’ve never had dreams that felt so real. Sweating, shivering and crying out, my body is going through every emotion possible.
Touch your tits.
Tug those nipples!
In my mind’s eye, they are all standing around me, stroking their massive cocks, some even coming on me. I can feel the splatters of cum on my bare flesh. It feels like pleasurable ropes of lava the moment it hits me.
I may be dreaming, but my hands travel all over my body, rubbing my pussy and manipulating my nipples till they’re hard and rubbing against the sheets. This must be the most intense dream anyone has ever had. I’ve never felt this way in my entire life.
My hand slips down into my panties. I stroke my hairless pussy slowly as yesterday plays through my mind over and over.
I push two fingers inside of my dripping pussy, the walls collapsing around the digits. Oh my god, this is pure filth. A wet dream. What’s wrong with me? I can’t stop this wild erotic ride into a twisted world of carnal desires, and I’m starting to feel like I don’t want to.
I finally shoot straight up on the bed, perspiration coating my brow. For a moment, my fingers go to my wrist, checking my pulse. It's racing as though I’ve been running–or fucking. In my dream, I was sexually cascading down a waterfall of sinful delights.
“What are you doing, Alyssa? Jesus fucking Christ, you've gone completely bonkers!”
No one is there, of course. I’m just talking to the air around me, hoping for some response as to what is going on with me. I can't even manage to wrap my brain around today, and now this? Never have I once thought I would do such devious acts to my own body.
I reach over the nightstand to retrieve a bottle of water. The coolness of the liquid is refreshing. I can feel it stream all the way down to my stomach. My body is on fire, my dreams having stolen the night.
A glance at the clock on the wall lets me know I have three more hours before I need to be up. All I want to do is sleep, but I’m afraid of my own dreams.
I push my body back down on the bed and rest my head on the pillow, but my eyes–they’re fools. For the next hour, all I do is stare at the ceiling. There are hundred and thirty-four tiles. Each tile has pinpoint dots on them, Eighty-nine to be exact. Well, except the last one on the left. It has ninety-one.
I yawn. I can't fight it any longer. Deep sleep comes to steal my body. The Sandman is sprinkling dust on my eyes.
Push yourself back in that chair and rub that pussy again!
Lick your fingers!
Tease those studs till they cum all over you again!
The alarm rings at exactly seven, waking me from the fifth round of men spraying me in yet another cum shower.
“Oh, what the fuck?” I sit up straight, my hands pushing my hair back from my face.
I pull the sheet up and looking down at my clothes twisted on my body, my panties soaking wet. This can’t be healthy. It’s just not right, not for me. It has to have something to do with that perfume. That’s the only explanation.
I scoot to the edge of the bed, my feet dangling off the side. I sit there in silence for a few minutes to take in everything that’s happened.
Buzz. Buzz.
I reach for the phone. A new text comes in…from Ty. He’s asking me to come and tour the facilities. They want to show me there are no worries, and he says I can check out the products. A follow-up text comes in. Apparently he got my number from a business card that dropped during my…Well, we don’t need to talk about that again, do we?
Finally, a break for me. I’ve been waiting for this message but didn't expect it.
I shake my hands, thinking for a second. I need to word this right and make sure I don't sound like I’m out to shut them down. I’ll admit, them finding my card and witnessing me masturbating is a little upsetting. I’m sure Ty knows that, and it's why he mentioned it.
I text him back.
Sure. I have a few things to do this morning, but I can be there at 10 am. See you then.
I'm stunned but excited at the same time. My head is still reeling from the previous night, but this is a good opportunity. I have a chance to get inside the building again, and this time, I won’t let my guard down. Nothing like that will happen again, though I’m already excited just thinking about seeing the twelve men once more.
As soon as the text goes through, I take the first look at myself in the mirror. My God! My clothing is twisted all around my body. My panties are caked with my own fluid. I’m left to wonder, which was the dream and which was the reality? What did I actually do to myself?
After a cold shower to calm me down, I decide on a form-fitting black skirt, white silk blouse, and a pair of three-inch heels. Nothing too flashy but something still feminine enough to complement my slender body. My hair is pulled into a simple bun, and the red lipstick on my lips sets off the look.
With my bag tucked under my arm and briefcase in hand, the last thing I do before leaving is to take one final look in the mirror.
“Nice. You look very professional, Alyssa,” I say to the mirror. I can’t help laughing a little.
The entire way there, I’ll be sure to repeat the mantra, “Keep your hands out of your panties and your mind on your job. Do not allow them to get to you. Not today, not ever!”
Chapter 6
Ty
A buzz from the intercom startles me. I’ve been expecting it, but the work in front of me has still consumed all my attention.
“Ty, there is a Miss Morrow here to see you. She said that you’re expecting her.”
I thank her and ask her to let Alyssa Morrow come inside my office. I can only imagine how she’s feeling at this point. After the day she had yesterday, she’ll surely be walking on eggshells around all of us.
Within minutes, the newly infamous Alyssa Marrow is standing in the doorway of my office. She’s quite a lovely sight.
“Come in, Alyssa. I hope you’re doing better today?”
“Much better, thank you for asking. I think a good night of sleep worked wonders.”
I look at her with a smile, my eyes feasting on her body. She is a remarkably beautiful woman, clothed or not.
“Owen and Theo will be joining us on the tour of the facilities. Have a seat, and I’ll let them know you've arrived.”
I use the intercom to buzz their offices. I know they’re only moments from joining us. The other two men are looking forward to this tour as much as I am.
“Would you like a drink while waiting for them?”
I grab myself a bottle of water from the mini fridge in my office when she declines the offer.
“No thanks, Ty. I'm good.”
Yes, she’s good. I still remember the show she put on the day before. Everything about this woman is exquisite. It’s not something you can forget.
Within minutes, the other two join us. I don't know what they have planned for this tour, but I’ll make fucking sure this woman knows that we’re not out to hurt anyone or to make them do anything they would be as
hamed of doing.
Alyssa rises from her seat when they arrive, extending her hand as a greeting to both.
“It's nice to see you both again. Thank you for allotting me some of your time. I can't wait to see what you three have ready for me today.”
She shakes both of their hands, her smile overcompensating for her embarrassment from the day before. I can tell Alyssa is nervous being here.
“We've arranged for you to tour part of the lab. Of course, you’ll be required to put on a lab coat and leave your bag in the office. Sorry, but we can't take any chances,” I say, my eyes moving between both of the other two men and back to Alyssa.
“No problem. I would have liked to take some notes, but I understand.”
Her voice sounds a bit disappointed. I know she would love to get her hands on the formulas, but I’m determined not to allow that to happen.
Theo checks his watch. “How about I grab her the lab coat and we start this tour?”
We all agree, nodding our heads in unison.
Theo reaches around the corner, grabbing a coat still sealed in plastic. “This should fit you, Alyssa. You can hang the jacket you have on over there on the rack.”
I glance over as she removes the jacket. “We’ll wait in the hall. Come out when you’re ready.”
The three of us wait outside the door for Alyssa. It's a very awkward moment, but in the back of my mind, I can’t help but hope she’s masturbating on my desk. Of course that doesn't happen, but a guy can dream, right?
When she joins us, I lead the way down the hall, pointing out the door that will lead us to the lab. “The scientists are working on the newest fragrance right now, so please, no pictures.”
Of course, we know that’s why she is here. Alyssa wants to know all she can about True Love.
I wonder for a moment if we’re allowing her too much, but there’s something about her that intrigues me.
She’s beautiful, yes, but it’s also something more than that. There’s an aura about Alyssa. She is totally fucking captivating.
Alyssa turns to look at the three of us. “I know the rules. I won't break them.”
I place my code into the security system to open the door. As it slides to the right, I wonder for a moment if this is a good idea.
There’s just something about her that leads me to trust her, though. I hope I don’t come to regret that.
Theo steps away for a moment to speak to one of the laboratory techs while I lead this tour. Owen’s to Alyssa’s right, while I stay on her left. The only difference is that I’ve nonchalantly placed my hand on the small of her back. When Alyssa looks over and smiles, I know that I’m not overstepping my limits.
“This is where all the magic happens. I like this part of the job the most, but then again, I am more of the nerd around here," I say, smiling gently to her.
When Alyssa reacts with laughter to the nerd comment, I know she at least has a little bit of a sense of humor.
“I can assure you, Ty, you don't look like any nerd I have ever seen,” she says, still laughing about the description.
Owen slips in between us, his voice filled with amusement. “Oh, he is. You should see the collection of pocket protectors and the old man reading glasses he wears.”
The mood lightens between us, but I still put in my two cents into the conversation. “You know what they say about us nerds!”
I leave it at that. Or I try to, but Theo seems to have found his way back over to us. “What, that nerds can't get laid?”
The back-and-forth banter is stopped for a moment when one of the technicians puts a finger to his lips, shushing us. Alyssa seems to have lowered her guard, or so I hope. It's in all our best interest to get this woman on our side.
I turn to Alyssa, my eyes taking in her expression for any sign of reluctance. “So, as you can see, there are no bells or whistles in here. No magic cast on this perfume. It's all just science. And we’ve created something spectacular, but you won't find anything that could be harmful to women.”
Theo is being unusually quiet. He checks his watch. “You know…we could spill a little secret, but I’m not sure if we should. What do you think, Owen? Ty?”
I raise a brow curiously, but in reality, we all planned this to gain her trust. “Yeah, maybe. Although that would mean that we would need to take Alyssa to the…other room.”
Owen, who is now leaning back on a sterile white counter smirks. “You mean the tester room, right? Yeah, I guess we could take her in there. But you do know that some secrets can't be shared with others, right, Miss Morrow?”
Alyssa looks at the three of us like we just offered her keys to the candy shop. Her eyes widen as she nods her head.
“Of course, but I am here for a reason. I do want to know that True Love is not something that will harm women, or make them lose any sense of control.”
I take my hand from her back, smiling as we all walk towards the door. “Well, you’ll be assured that there is nothing here that will do anything to make anyone act against their will. I can promise you that.”
The one thing she needs to know is that we would never make anyone do things that are not already present inside of them.
Just like her masturbating. She did that all on her own.
We all exit the room and walk down the stark white hallway. Quiet small talk is briefly exchanged about the weather and the upcoming plans for the holidays.
We finally stop in front of the doors to the tester room. She seems a little more nervous now, due to the air of mystery we surrounded it with, but still just as excited about viewing what’s inside. If I were looking for problems, I guess that would be my reaction as well.
Before keying in the security code, I explain to her that she won’t be taking anything with her.
“This is the tester room that contains not only True Love, but a few more samples that are in the works. Please sample them, but nothing can be taken with you. Everything in the room must remain in the room, understood?”
“I understand. I only want to see the perfume. I won’t take a sample with me.”
Alyssa seems sincere, but then again, you can't be too careful. I push the code into to security pad.
The door opens to reveal the latest samples, including the one she’s after.
Owen is at her side, smiling, “Feel free to try out anything you’d like. If you have questions for us, we’re more than happy to answer them.”
Chapter 7
Alyssa
I walk single file behind Ty, Owen, and Theo into a quiet room that looked nothing special. The walls are brick and painted white, and it’s exactly what I would expect it to be. There appears to be nothing crazy going on on the surface of this facility, but why would there be if I’d been contracted out here?
I scan my surroundings and see several tables and pedestals set up throughout the room, each of them host to a single or multiple bottles of tester bottles of their entire line of perfumes. Upon my initial research of this company, I am familiar with a handful of the products that are on display in here, but definitely not all of them.
I make a decision to myself to inquire about the most popular and the ones I’m unfamiliar with entirely. It seems like the most logical route.
“Well, here we are, Alyssa. What exactly would you like to observe, and where would you like to start?” Ty pipes up.
“I would love to see your best seller, please,” I respond. I know in my head which one it is, but I want to see if he’s going to be honest or if he’s hiding something.
As he reaches for a small square bottle not far from my eyes, I read the name on it, and while I’m pleased they’re being upfront, I’m disappointed it wasn’t so easy to find a pitfall.
“This is our most popular fragrance to date,” explains Owen, who is standing next to Ty. “It’s called Soleil, which is French for ‘the sun.’ When our customers wear it, it most often invokes...well, I’ll let you try it and see if I’m right. I’d hate to taint y
our unbiased experience.”
I take the perfume in my hand and I spray a small bit onto my wrist. I hand the bottle off to Theo, who places it back on its pedestal.
I bring my wrist to my hand and breathe in the scent. It smells almost citrusy but floral at the same time.
After a moment, I notice a shift in my entire perspective. Why am I trying to rat these lovely men out to the government? They brought me down here, have been entirely transparent, and are letting me sample their perfumes for free.
Life is great for them and for me, and I don’t need to impede on anyone. I’d much rather go outside and breathe in some quality life.
“I am about ten times more optimistic about my visit with you guys than when I first walked in. I really love this fragrance, and I can see why people purchase it. It’s spectacular. I feel almost giddy right now!” I ramble.
“Precisely the response the majority of our customers offer once they’ve tested the product,” interjects Theo. He smiles at me with that award-winning grin. I shake my head just subtly, trying to shake thoughts I was so kindly reminded of from this morning and try to get my head back in the game.
“Very intriguing. I’d love to sample another and see what it has going for it”. I point to a bottle with a blue-tinted fragrance inside, shaped in a pyramid with a cute ribbon wrapped below the spray pump. It’s has beautiful packaging, if I must say so myself.
“Yes! This one was released about eight months ago in our spring gift collection. It’s a limited run item. We probably will keep the formula in the lab for next spring season as a re-release. People really enjoy their exclusive products,” Owen says. “This one is a favorite of mine.”
Ty takes the bottle of the table it’s set on and passes it to me. I spray my other wrist and take in the smell. It’s almost like a sea breeze or ocean spray kind of smell, with a hint of some lavender. As they watch my face while I figure out just what it’s made of, I crane my neck to the side and sneak out a big yawn.
I know I didn’t get much sleep, but I didn’t realize I was so sleepy. Wait. I’m not sleepy, I’m just...really, really calm. I’m not so sure I’ve ever felt so tranquil in my life, to be frank.
