Zero Gravity.

"Zero Gravity, you say. In a minute."

"Must be a strong drink if it's named that way."

"Might make an impact on your understanding of physics." — the seriousness with which the sweet voice delivered the line was a bit anticlimactic.

Sitting on a tall bar chair was not very comfortable, but was associated with a lot of good memories buried in her subconsciousness. As Jen could not fish them out of there just yet, this connection was purely emotional. The chair's seat itself was a bit wobbly, as if not secured to the legs properly. The girl thought it was weird, as every thing she ever touched in this mall before was of unimaginably good quality.

The full glass was audibly delivered onto the counter, and Jen's fingers grasped the 'Zero Gravity'. Smelling it did not solve the mystery at all. One scent was sour like a barely ripe forest berry, and the rest were too hard to understand.

"If you're wondering what it looks like, I might as well tell you that it's pitch black." — the barmaid's contribution to the inspection of the drink was timely, but not very useful. Solving 'Zero Gravity' could only be done through tasting.

Jen tilted the glass until the liquid flowed between her lips. So far, it could be a sweet treat and could be a detergent, so one small sip was it for now. She let go of the glass and concentrated on the taste.

"Hmm, there's liquor in there, some other thing, not qutie sure." — the girl thought before realizing that the taste went down her throat already. — "Oh, I was gonna say that it's pleasant so far, but it's already gone, that sucks."

She was suddenly drawn out of the distraction upon finding out that her shiny latex ass was losing its grip on the seat for some reason. Thinking that the crappy chair failed her and she was falling over, Jen quickly grabbed it with her hands, only to have it detached from the chair.

"I'm not on the chair and I'm not on the floor. What's going on?" — the girl's spatial awareness just dropped to zero in a second, so she asked someone with a better one. — "Hey. You're seeing more than me. Am I still sitting or am I falling?"

"Neither. You're flying." — the barmaid responded.

"The drink does that?! This feels so weird..."

Now that all the pieces fitted, Jen explored her new 'Zero Gravity' state. Not wanting to get lost in space, she kept her grip on the chair and revolved around it, bumping against the adjacent seat by accident. Her dress kept her breasts from shaking too wildly, while raising her feet above her head proved that the latex garment was also under the drink's influence.

Jen decided to stop experimenting for now and have a minute for processing her experience. She grabbed the nearest seat's legs at the top and moved her ass towards it with intention of sitting down.

This intention was not fulfilled, however. Something caught the back of the mini skirt and then slipped off of it quickly, making an impact on Jen's position. This impact resulted in her vagina meeting the object instead, and there could be no mistake on what that was.

A stiff rubber-covered phallus. On the top of the chair base. The seats were so flimsy because that was what they were hiding underneath. Yet another puzzle solved brilliantly.

"AAHH!" — Jen let out a short and loud exhale. The large thing was painful to have down there at the first moment, but the girl's body was quickly inclined to accept it rather than reject it. It quickly got warm within her boundaries, and the girl let nature guide her towards the best she could get out of the situation. Her hands clutched the base of the large and thick dildo extending into the chair's actual footing and started moving up and down, which required very little effort because of the drink's effects.

It was getting hotter and hotter under the latex dress, and Jen was emitting increasingly shameless sounds, as if she forgot that the barmaid was still there and watched, unwilling to interrupt her cosmically pleasurable act. Finally, Jen went spread eagle, screaming from a heaviest orgasm in a weightless state as her feasting pussy remained on the phallus, being the only part of her that gave her any attachment to her surroundings at all.

The post-climax rest had to end a bit sooner than Jen wanted it to, because there was a distraction. The dildo started to press itself deeper into her for no apparent reason.

"Ouch!"

She recomposed herself quickly and tried to grab the bar counter to unstick herself prom this metal rod, but it somehow was out of reach no matter which direction the girl was reaching for. Then Jen tried to climb up the rod with her hands, but the surface was not only cold, but also slippery. Her own juices may have been the cause of that.

As a last resort, she stretched out her legs, but there was nothing to catch onto. As the gravity kept regaining its grip on the physical body of Jen, there was less and less time for thinking.