“Good afternoon.” Dearly? What an odd name for a truly odd-looking man in an odd-feeling store.
“Welcome,” the man’s voice creaked. “Feel free to look around.”
“At what? I have no idea what you sell in here.”
“I sell potions of all kinds. What did you have in mind?”
“I don’t know,” Dale said. “Give me some suggestions of what you have.”
“We have potions to cure what ails you, to fix what needs fixing, to give you courage, strength, sexual potency, like that.”
Dale fastened on to the phrase sexual potency. “You mean like those ads in magazines or the ones on television?”
“Not quite. Those things are, for the most part, rip-offs. My potions work.”
Dale thought about sexual potency. That wouldn’t do him any good unless he had a girlfriend to use it with. His sigh was heartfelt. He thought about himself, slightly nerdy, with glasses that were forever slipping down his nose, nondescript, mousy brown hair, and ordinary looks. He met his share of women in clubs, bars, and at work, but no one ever gave him much of a second look. He glanced around the shop, then shifted his bag to his other hip and started to turn.
“Don’t leave yet,” the little man said. “There must be something you would wish for.”
“Wish for? Unfortunately you haven’t got anything to cure what ails me.”
Mr. Dearly looked him over for a moment. “I have a potion to help you with women.”
“Enough,” Dale said. “You look me over and figure I’m a loser just like that.” He snapped his fingers and started for the door.
“Don’t dismiss my irresistibility potion so quickly.”
“Irresistibility potion? You’ve got to be kidding.” He had to admit he was intrigued, however.
“Not at all, young man. It really works.” He shuffled to a bookcase and removed a bottle, only slightly less grimy than the rest. “This is a very popular seller. A few drops of this behind your ears and the women won’t be able to leave you alone.”
Hand on the door handle, he said, “Right. I don’t believe a word of it.”
“First vial is free. If you don’t like it, don’t buy more.”
Dale turned. “Free?” Who was he to pass up free stuff?
“That’s right, free.” At the counter, Mr. Dearly decanted a minuscule amount of the liquid from the bottle into a tiny tube, then sealed it with a tiny cork. “This amount is good for one day. Try it and see what happens.”
“Free? Really?”
“Really. Like so many other companies, I make my money on the reorders.”
“Well . . .” What did he have to lose? He didn’t have to drink the stuff, so the guy wasn’t dispensing addictive drugs. What the hell? “Okay. I’ll try it.”
With the tiny tube in his shirt pocket, he went home.
That evening he was meeting a few male friends for dinner at a nearby restaurant. Before setting out he opened the vial and sniffed. No odor. How could anything without an aroma do anything? Oh well, he thought as he dabbed a little of the liquid behind each ear, emptying the vial. Still no smell.
Since they went to this place often, he and his friends gathered at their usual booth in the back. By the time the waitress came to take their order Dale had forgotten about the potion.
“Hi, guys,” Sharon, their usual waitress, said. Then she stared at Dale and, pad in hand, plunked herself down on his lap. She stared into his eyes. “What would everyone like? What would you like, sugar?” she asked in her sexy Southern accent.
He was speechless. Nothing like this had ever . . . She’d never shown any interest in anyone, and they’d all tried. Sharon was gorgeous, with a long auburn ponytail, huge blue eyes, and gigantic boobs. Accidentally or on purpose she brushed her breasts against his chest.
The three other guys at the table were equally flabbergasted. There was a long silence, then Sharon said, still staring at him, “I get off at ten. Meet me out back?”
“Sure.” Holy shit! Holy shit!!!
She stood and eventually everyone ordered beers, burgers, and fries.
“What the hell was that all about?” Steve asked.
“You won the lottery and she knows it. That must be it,” Mickey chimed in.
Dale remained silent, unwilling to discuss the irresistibility potion. That was the reason for this, right? The proprietor of the store couldn’t have set this up. How would he know that the guys were going to meet here? He just shrugged and changed the subject.
A few moments later Sharon returned, doled out steins of beer from her tray, then dropped onto his lap again. Rubbing her big boobs against him, she planted a deep kiss on his lips, then left. The same thing occurred moments later when she brought their dinners. There was no conversation at the table until she was gone.
“What’s going on?” Mickey asked again.
“I have no clue,” he said, then smiled, not responding to any more of his friends’ comments. Eventually the third degree faded when the football game came on the TV over the bar and the conversation moved onto other topics.
Sharon stayed away from the table and a male server finished with them. After they paid the check, the four stood on the sidewalk outside before separating. “You gonna meet her?” Steve asked.
With a wide grin, Dale said, “Of course.”
“You’ll have to give us all the details tomorrow.”
Grin still on his face, Dale said, “I never kiss and tell.”
“Bullshit,” all three said in unison.
When Sharon emerged from the back door of the restaurant at exactly ten, Dale was waiting. Without a word she walked up to him, draped her arms around his neck, and french-kissed him, tongue probing deep into his mouth. He could barely breathe.
Her hands were all over him, finally settling on his groin, deftly massaging his hard cock through his pants. Finally, breathless, she said, “My car’s over there.”
He lived only a few blocks away but if she wanted to drive . . .
She didn’t. She opened the back door and all but dragged him inside. Unzipping his fly, she bent down and took him deep into her throat, licking and sucking until he was hard as stone. When she straddled him, poised above his dick, he quickly realized that she wore nothing under the skirt of her waitress uniform—she’d taken off her panties before coming out.
That was his last coherent thought. His dick was so hard it was almost painful and he was afraid he’d shoot his load before they’d gotten started. Fortunately he didn’t have to wait long. She quickly lowered her sopping pussy onto his hard-on and, bouncing, screaming her pleasure, she reached up and pinched her nipples until they both came. She sat astride him, panting. His dick barely softened when she sat up again and, for the second time, fucked him until they both came.
“Wow,” she said. “You’re fabulous.”
Me? he thought. I didn’t do a thing. She climbed off him.
Come dripping over his balls, he slowly sat up. “You’re pretty good yourself.”
“I couldn’t resist you. You’re just soooo sexy.”
Irresistible. Holy shit!
“I have to get home,” Sharon said. “Will I see you tomorrow?”
Hmm. Fuck and run? Talk about slam, bam. Oh well, he was more than satisfied. “I don’t know,” he said. How would she react to him without the potion? He vowed to himself that she’d never have the chance to find out. He would be at the little shop when it opened and get a supply of the irresistibility potion, no matter the cost.
Potions: The Reorder
THE FOLLOWING MORNING, DALE WAS AT THE GRIMY LITTLE shop before nine. He had no idea what its hours were, but he’d called in to work saying he’d be late and he was determined to stand in front until the shop opened.
He didn’t know what more of the irresistibility potion would cost, but whatever it was, he’d manage. After the way Sharon had reacted the previous evening, he was hooked. Precisely at nine the little man arrived and opened t
he front door. “I was pretty sure you’d be here bright and early.” He grinned, showing his slightly yellowed teeth. “Worked, didn’t it?”
“That’s an understatement.” He shouldn’t make it so obvious that he was going to buy more since it would inevitably drive up the price. However, he’d been unable to keep the shit-eating grin off his face since he got out of Sharon’s car.
“I told you so.”
“That you did.”
“Well, come in, come in, and I’ll get you some more.” Little bell tinkling, he walked back into the shop, with Dale right behind.
Almost afraid to ask, but willing to pay any price, he said, “How much will more cost me?”
“Not much,” Mr. Dearly said. “Not much at all.” When Dale remained silent, Mr. Dearly said, “I’ll only dispense a week’s worth at a time.” He shuffled over and pulled the bottle from the shelf. Taking a larger tube from another shelf he walked over to the counter and filled it carefully with the liquid, topping the vial with a cork. Handing it to Dale, he said, “That will be twenty dollars.”
Shocked, Dale said, “Only twenty dollars?” Dumb thing to say, he realized when the words were out of his mouth, but the guy could have charged him a hundred, or even a thousand.
“That’s it. I would suggest that you use it sparingly. There’s an interesting facet to this particular potion. Many men find that the effects last longer and longer each time. You’ll have to see how it works for you.”
Still almost speechless, he reached into his wallet and handed Mr. Dearly two ten-dollar bills and walked out of the store, vial again lodged safely in his shirt pocket. Maybe he does make his money on reorders, Dale thought. After all, he’d certainly be back every week for more, and at twenty dollars a pop, he could easily afford it. How many other men arrived at the shop each week for reorders? After all, how much did it actually cost to keep up that tired little shop?
At home, he got ready for work, dabbing a little of the liquid behind each ear. Looking at his watch he realized that he’d only be an hour late. His boss might object but the hell with her. She’d been on his case for weeks and it didn’t seem to matter what he did. But he needed the job.
He took the bus to his office and got into the elevator. Three women were chatting as they got on after him. He pressed the button for the third floor and looked at the women, asking with his glance which floor they wanted. The elevator doors slid shut and the car began to rise.
“That’s okay, I’ll get it,” one said, pressing herself against him as she reached for the button.
“I’ll get it,” another said, pushing her friend out of the way and rubbing against him like a cat in heat.
“Get out of my way,” the third said, grabbing him around the waist and rubbing her pubic bone against his hip.
“Ladies,” he said as the door opened at his floor. “I have to get off here.”
As he walked down the hallway, he heard the women squabbling. Damn, this potion does it to everyone. I’m an incredibly lucky man.
He entered his office and was greeted by several of the guys. “How did last evening go?” Steve asked.
All he did was grin.
“Mr. Conroy,” his boss yelled through the open door to her office. “Nice of you to show up.”
He crossed the room and entered her tiny office. “I’m so sorry, Ms. Tompkins, I had an errand to run.”
Without a word, she rose, crossed to the door, and closed it firmly. “That’s fine, Dale.” She flipped the lock. “No harm done.”
She slowly ran the palms of her hands down the hips of her tight black skirt, then began to unbutton her bright blue blouse. Button by button the sides of the blouse parted, revealing a satiny, light blue bra, and the swollen nipples of her small, compact breasts beneath. She said nothing as she moved so her body pressed against his. He backed up slightly and found himself almost sitting on the edge of her desk, staring at her tits.
She reached behind her and unfastened the clasp and removed both her blouse and bra. She offered him one tit. “Suck,” she said simply.
He obliged, hands massaging her flesh. As her head fell back, he filled his mouth with her, inhaling the subtle fragrance of her arousal.
As he sucked, she unfastened her skirt and let it fall to the floor, followed by her panties.
“Leave the rest on,” Dale said, holding her from him and gazing at her dark stockings and high-heeled black shoes.
“Of course,” she whispered, voice husky with arousal. She quickly opened his belt and unbuttoned and unzipped until his slacks were around his ankles. She pushed him backward until he was lying across her desk and she was mounting him, one foot on the floor and the other knee beside his hip.
She pounded onto him, driving his cock into her body over and over, hands everywhere, rubbing his chest through his shirt, cupping his sac, scratching his inner thighs with her long, perfectly polished nails. They turned over and Dale fucked her with enthusiasm.
They each came twice.
Finally they straightened and she got tissues from her desk drawer. “We have to get cleaned up,” she said. “Then I guess we should get to work. Later?”
Totally flummoxed, he nodded, wiped semen and her juices from his body, and re-dressed.
“Did you get fired?” Steve asked when he emerged.
“Nope,” he said, keeping his own counsel.
He was almost attacked by a woman in the elevator on his way to lunch and several women followed him into the park and tried to sit beside him on a bench. He had to keep moving and ate his hot dog while walking. For a change, he wasn’t interested in any more quickies. He kept to himself until mid-afternoon when he was called into Ms. Tompkins’s office for another round of hot, steamy fucking.
As he left the office at five o’clock, he found himself looking around, making sure there were no women in the vicinity. I’ll have to use much less tomorrow, he thought. This is a little ridiculous.
The following morning, he thought about doing without, but he couldn’t resist dabbing only a tiny amount behind one ear. After all, he had enjoyed the quickies in Ms. Tompkins’s office. God, she was gorgeous and watching her get down and dirty was truly hot.
He entered her office and she again closed and locked the door. This time he wanted to see if he could get her to suck him off until he came. As she turned from the door, he unzipped his pants. He’d deliberately gone commando so there were no shorts to get in his way. He leaned against the desk and said, “Suck me off.”
Her breath caught in her throat and she said, “Of course.” On her knees she took him deep into her mouth and created a vacuum. Then she pulled back and sucked him in deep again. Cupping his testicles and scratching the tender area between his balls and anus, she kept sucking until he spurted into her throat.
“Do me, please,” she begged, pulling up her skirt and sitting on the edge of her desk. Like Sharon had, she’d left off her panties. Her pussy was swollen and glistening with her juices. “Please?” she said.
He was only too happy to oblige. He pulled up a chair and settled in, licking her engorged clit and fingering her hole. It took only a minute for her to come, clamping her thighs against his ears. He kept licking and she kept coming. Finally, exhausted, she pushed him away and slid off the desk, saying, “Later.”
Dale stayed in and ate peanut butter crackers from the vending machine for lunch. Dodging women was becoming a pain.
Over the next few days, he dabbed on less and less of the potion until he stopped using it altogether. It didn’t seem to matter. Women kept attacking him. Several catfights had broken out among women wanting to rub up against him. Every morning and afternoon he fucked or was fucked by his boss. He was unable to meet his friends for dinner because Sharon made more and more demands on him.
Amazingly enough, his cock was sore and he was getting tired of fucking. He couldn’t even talk with a woman without dire consequences. And now the effect seemed to be permanent.
Ab
out two weeks after his first visit, Dale returned to the little shop. Mr. Dearly was behind the counter serving another customer. “It really works like that?” the man asked.
“It certainly does. Just ask this customer,” he said, pointing to Dale. “The irresistibility potion works the way I said, doesn’t it?”
“It does, but—”
Mr. Dearly cut him off. “You see? And the first day’s potion is free.”
“What would it cost from then on?” the man asked.
“Only twenty dollars a week. And sometimes you don’t even need more. The effect seems to be cumulative. Right?” he said to Dale.
“In truth. I don’t need to use any now,” Dale said, “but there is something—”
Again Mr. Dearly interrupted him. “So take this and see what happens,” he said to his customer, who smiled and pocketed his little tube.
The little bell tinkled as he left the store. Mr. Dearly turned to Dale. “Now, what can I do for you?”
“I’ve got a little problem.”
Mr. Dearly’s eyes widened. “Don’t tell me it’s stopped working.”
“Exactly the opposite. It seems permanent. I can’t turn it off.”
“Is that bad?”
“It’s getting to be a pain. I can’t have any kind of relationship with women. All they want is sex. There’s no way I can talk with them, go to a movie, bowl. It’s getting annoying.”
“I’m so sorry.”
“Can you turn it off?”
“I have a reversal formula. A sort of resistibility potion.”
Dale let out a long, relieved sigh. “That’s great. I need some.”
Mr. Dearly shuffled to another shelf and took down a small bottle. “Just a few drops of this behind each ear will cancel the effects of the irresistibility potion.” He poured a small amount into a vial but he didn’t hand it to Dale. “That will be five hundred dollars.”
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