Crystal Encourages Tristan

Tristan felt his body ache all over, as if he’s gone to a gym for a rigorous workout without any build-up towards it.

His head felt fuzzy, his mind groggily becoming aware of his surroundings.

He slept on the rec room floor? Looking down Tristan bit his tongue on exclaiming in surprise as he recognized the naked body draped across him, the memories flooding back.

After Barry had left, they kept going. When Crystal finally started to pass out, she pleaded to be used like a limp fuck doll atop of him. His cock still rigid in her warm cum filled snatch when he himself passed out too.

“Mmm… That was intense.” Crystal groaned, recognizing that Tristan was now also awake.

“What the hell is that stuff…” Tristan questioned feeling the stiffness in his arms from the **** workout they indulged the night before.

“I don't know, I ache all over, and can’t help but want to do it again. The things you can do with that.” Purring for a moment Crystal flopped off of Tristan. “That’s real Spanish fly. I just couldn’t help myself. And each time I did something… Mmm…. I needed to do more.”

Tristan seriously wondered where Jaunie had gotten this stuff. How she came upon it, what she intended to do with this.

“Do you know how valuable that stuff could be?” Crystal groaned questioningly. “I mean… there were times I considered selling myself for sex… Just couldn’t bring myself to… But that… Fuck… I wonder how far it could push someone.”

Slowly getting up Tristan looked toward his lab, a pit in his stomach forming at the mere knowledge of what that stuff had done to him. What it had enabled him to do.

“The most unwilling whore. Craven and eager… You could corner the market with that.” Crystal’s dark perverted mind thinking of the potential to use the substance to whore girls out.

“I need to get rid of it..” Tristan grunted as suddenly he felt it, the hook, the passive need, his mind filling in the missing object of desire with a sudden hunger and a simple passive knowledge of wanting more.

It was addictive…

“No..No… no…” Crawling on top of Tristan, Crystal pleaded and kissed his naked body. “Don’t. You deserve this.” She started. “You work so hard, get kicked around. Never receive the return you deserve.” Kissing Tristan on the lips Crystal pulled away looking at him passionately. “I’ve always had a thing for you. Wanted to see you go somewhere. To be intimate with you. This stuff helped me push through all that. And just... enjoy you. Enjoy us. No unnecessary worry, thoughts. Concerns.”

“We had repeated unprotected thoughtless sex.” Tristan replied, trying to fight the dark knowledge of how much he enjoyed it. How much he ached to do it again, another pill, or no pill. “You could be pregnant.”

“So?” Crystal replied. “I wanted it. YOU wanted it. I’ve used plan b before. But this one, I’d love to keep for you. But we need the life you deserve.” Looking towards the lab Crystal then looked back at Tristan. “Don’t ruin this. This is your gold mine. An opportunity that shouldn't be missed.”

“But it isn’t. I don’t know what this shit is.” Tristan replied with a deep sigh, remembering numerous chats about the house, yard, and pool he’d get when he made it big as a maker.

“Then let’s figure it out. Or get a buy-in.” Crystal eagerly replied. Groaning slightly as she sat up and looked around for her clothes.

“I suppose.” Tristan groaned slowly getting up, trying to think of how he would break down what the contents of the bottle were, he did need the money.

“Okay. Good… I’m goin’ to get some other things we need.” Breathing deeply Crystal passed Tristan his notebook. “I’ll text you all I can remember.”