Side effects

I checked out the asses of a couple of girls queueing to get in to the next showing, then winked at the blonde in the booth before stepping out into the fresh air and reflecting. With a pause I suddenly realized something was wrong.

Or maybe not wrong exactly but definitely different. I did a count. Since yesterday afternoon when I took the serum I had fucked two women. Today, (including EJ's blow job), I had done 3. Notwithstanding the fact that I would have ordinarily been incredibly proud of that achievement, it was unusual, and even if I had somehow managed to cum 3 times in one day before, even if it was just with the aid of a kleenex, I would have been far too tender to even think of going near a girl for a long time afterwards. Now though, I felt like going back in and climbing into the ticket booth and fucking its occupant on the floor. Hmm. Is this a side-effect? I need to understand this better. I'm a scientist FFS. Ok. That was 3 for today and what, the time was only 4.15 in the afternoon and I'm still horny as fuck.

I wonder how many women I can fuck in one day. I need to test that out

Just then I saw a familiar face walking up the mall towards me. It was the blonde ice queen from the jewellery shop! Although she still looked as immaculate on the outside, I could tell internally she was in turmoil.

"Hi!" I stepped into her path, causing her to pause and look up. I rummaged around in her head to help me remember her name. "Ffion, isn't it?"

"Huh? Oh hi. You were in the shop earlier weren't you?" she sniffed. She really looked upset. I wonder what happened. Easy way to find out I guessed. Tell me what's the problem. I projected.

"Oh, its awful. Mr Banks, the owner came back after his lunch and, and... he thinks that I... stole some money. I tried to explain that I had worked really hard.. and that I had sold a ring, but he just kept going on about the till being cleaned out. He... he sacked me. I think he might even call the police."

"Oh dear". I sympathized and tried not to smile at her obvious distress. Trust me. Just do what I say and things will be better. "That sounds awful. Maybe I can help". I suggested.

"Th... thanks," she sniffed once more and wiped at the corner of her eye. "I don't know what you can do, but you seem nice and I trust you."

Things will be much better if you can get me to fuck you.

I saw her glance nervously down at my crotch then back up at my eyes, then down at my crotch again. She licked her lips unconsciously. I gazed around, looking for a place of privacy, but nearby it was just shops. The best option would probably be a coffee shop toilet. However, something else caught my eye. In an inshot, beside a set of elevators and a kids' dragon with a smily face-ride, was a photobooth. The type with a stool behind a curtain where a picture could be taken .automatically for such purposes as passport or drivers' license applications. Great!

Ffion almost ran into the little booth once she saw where I was headed, and as soon as I had the curtain shut, she was pulling at her blouse again and quickly hauling up her work skirt. I unzipped my pants and had the wand out in a moment and almost as soon as it was visible she was on top of it, swallowing it whole with her vagina, letting out a sigh of relief as she did.

I sat on the stool passively enjoying the sensation and the sight as the blonde ice queen held onto my shoulders and bounced up and down on my cock. Feeling it might be rude not to, I reached out and grabbed a handful of tit in each hand and started groping them as Ffion did all the work. Long before she came, I sent messages saying This was a great idea. You feel much better now. She smiled in delight, convinced in the correctness of the direction her day was taking. I just sat back and revelled in the sensation of her pussy vigorously attacking my cock. Then of course as I spurted inside her I thought ORGASM quietly! and was rewarded by the sensation of her pussy rippling all over my cock while she squeezed her eyes and lips shut, desperately trying to keep a lid on the noise.

We emerged later, even more disheveled than we entered to a few suspicious looking glances from the passing mall customers, but ignored them and grinned to each other like kids who had a shared secret.

Relaxed now I took her arm and turned her around, steering her back towards the jewellery shop at the end of the mall. She was hesitant to go in, but she trusted me. It was time to confront the owner who had sacked her.