"Yes."

"Yes. Yes, I don't..." Peter reluctantly backed away and picked up his boxers. He was having fun, but he had really been hoping to share his first time with one of the women he knew. Besides, something about this felt... nonconsensual.

The aphrodisiac flowing through the blonde's system also made her submissive to him, so she reluctantly followed his wishes and helped him dress, then started petting his chest over his clothes and allowing him to pet her legs, back, and breasts. Peter bored her for a bit talking about science, and she shared a little gossip about some of her clients. **** dealers, politicians, stockbrokers, and others. By the time their time was up, Peter felt a lot more confident touching a woman, and her blood had returned to normal. She vaguely remembered stripping him, but wasn't sure.

Peter returned to their table, and quietly refused to answer their questions. This was very, very pleasant, but he wanted something more. He wanted to get laid. He wanted to get laid, and he had a scary feeling that he could literally take any woman in the club if he felt like it.

Peter wasn't comfortable about this. He wasn't a ****. Also, he was being watched.

He casually looked around. Sure, there were people looking at him, but he could feel another presence. Something or somebody unusual, watching him... from over... there...