Further Experiments and an old Acquaintance

On my day off, I go about business I need to take care of for the day, fill three vials with more cum, and order some larger vials.

The following day, my schedule isn't with Tiffany, its with the other manager, Jeff, since its Saturday. He's an alright guy, fairly stand up, gets his work done. He only manages 2 days a week at most, as he's a college student, and usually at least one of them is on one of my two days off, so I rarely interact with him. Its unfortunate for me though, because he's a nice, stand-up guy, I really don't want to dose him. He hasn't wronged me in any way, so my only hope is that I don't miss an opportunity while he's here. It does however mean that evening I still have 3 full vials, and the older one saved up, and I fill 2 more tonight, and mark another one with today's date, and put it in the same drawer as the other older one.

Today is Sunday, and again Tiffany is on schedule. Sundays are very odd days. There is usually a morning rush, rather than lunch, and then another rush around 4PM. People on the town or spending time with friends. As such there aren't many times I'd feel comfortable dosing someone today, so I only brought two vials with me.

As it would turn out, I somewhat regret that, because around 2PM it is very slow, and someone I would never have expected to walk in does so. Charyl, a girl who I graduated from high school with. Normally people wouldn't be shocked seeing someone they knew from high school, except I specifically moved almost 1000 miles away from where I grew up specifically to avoid people I knew from then. The reasons being two fold. First, I was a smarter kid, and a lot of people expected a lot from me, and to say I let those expectations down would be an understatement. The second reason is that I despised most people in my high school. There were a few people I could call friends, but for the most part, I was in the out group, and the butt of many jokes as a result.

Charyl on the other hand, was easily in the top 5 most popular girls. Charyl still looks a lot like she did in high school, if not slightly better even. In high school, she was a track and field star, and as such had a very athletic body, but in my opinion, left something to be desired in the tits and ass. She seems to have put on a little bit of weight, which has softened her body, and helped fill those places out on her. She currently is wearing a black tank top, and jeans, with her Blonde hair in a ponytail. She by no means had a bad personality though, being generally kind to everyone, her boyfriend Peter, or 'Pete' as he preferred to be called, on the other hand was one of my primary antagonizers, and a bit of a jerk to pretty much anyone he would consider to be below him.

As she walks up to the counter, I can tell she's initially struggling to tell if she recognizes me, but then I can see the Ah-Ha moment, as she realizes who I am, and she approaches the counter, double checking my name tag to be sure before speaking.

"Oh my god. John? From high school? This is a crazy coincidence. How are you? I was looking to get off my feet for a bit, I've been seeing the sights downtown and shopping a bit." She says and gestures towards a few small shopping bags she's carrying, "Could I get a decaf coffee with extra cream? If its alright, can you sit and chat for a bit? Don't worry, if anyone else comes in, I won't get in the way of any work."

"Sure, that should be fine." I reply. I decide to hold off on dosing anything right now. She's talkative, and I've already learned its better to find landmines to avoid when I can while people are under. I bring her her coffee at her table. I'm thankful she seems to have positioned herself facing the counter, away from the front of the shop, should I choose to dose her, that could be helpful.

"So John, what brought you all the way out here? Working on your what, Masters? PHD? And working here part time?" She asks. Right to the point, and the thing I'd rather avoid talking about.

"No no, I wish. I didn't finish my degree in college, and decided to move out here and see the world. Not what you were expecting I'm sure. haha." I chuckle lightly. A week ago, this would have been a crushing experience. I probably would have gone into a tailspin, and who knows what I would have done. Now though, it doesn't bother me all that much. After all I've got my magic cum, which has already started changing things for me.

"Oh sorry, I sort of assumed. You know, everyone assumed you'd go on to do a lot..." She trails off in response.

"No no. Don't worry about it. I'm happy, just moving at my own pace I suppose. What about you. What brought you here?" I ask.

"Oh, there's a lot to fill in there I suppose. So after high school Pete and I went to the same college. He got his degree in engineering, and I got mine in elementary education. He proposed to me our junior year." She says as she holds up her hand to show her engagement ring, "When we graduated, he got a decent job for a mechanical engineering firm, and now, 2 years later, they transferred him here. So thats why I'm here too."

"So you're a teacher now?" I follow up.

"No. I stay at home, taking care of things there. Pete and I are talking about starting a family soon. So I didn't want to start teaching only to leave the job." She replies.

"Well, I'm sure that will be nice for the two of you." I reply, I check her cup of coffee. Its about 3/4 drank. "Let me refill your coffee. On the house." I offer.

"That's very kind of you, sure I'll take you up on that." Charyl replies.

As I head up to the counter, I whisper to Tiffany, "I think you should take a break."

Tiffany nods to me and heads to the back. I don't want to miss an opportunity with Charyl, so as I refill her mug, I give her a double dose of cum in the coffee, before returning.

She takes a sip, and her face goes the all-too-familiar slack pose. I feel a little bad taking advantage of Charyl, but I hate Pete way more than that, plus, its not like she ever stood up for me or anything, just was all around kind, but avoided conflict.

"Charyl, you should drink that whole cup of coffee."
"I should drink the whole cup of coffee." I chuckle to myself at how routine this has become. I'm already filling a new decaf cup and bring it over, exchanging hers with it once its empty.

"Charyl, you want to come visit this coffee shop at least once a week."
"I want to come visit this coffee shop at least once a week."
"You will do everything you can to come visit this coffee shop once a week."
"I... will do everything... I can to come visit this coffee shop once a week."
"You will do everything you can to come visit this coffee shop once a week."
"I will do everything I can to come visit this coffee shop once a week."
"You won't tell Pete you saw me here."
"I... won't... won't... tell..." She says struggling with this more than I've seen people struggle before without waking. I'm hoping this is the double dose of cum assisting me here.
"You won't tell Pete you saw me here."
"I won't... tell... Pete I saw you here."
"You won't tell Pete you saw me here."
"I won't tell Pete I saw you here."
"You enjoyed our chat."
"I enjoyed our chat."
"You want to have more chats with me."
"I want to have more chats with you."
"You'll try to come here when we're not busy to chat with me."
"I'll try to come here when you're not busy to chat with you."
"The coffee always tastes very good, but normal."
"The coffee always tastes... very good, but normal."
"The coffee always tastes very good, but normal."
"The coffee always tastes very good, but normal."
"You find me attractive."
"I... I... find... I find you..." She almost stutters, before blinking a few times. "Thanks for the coffee." She says, glancing down at her watch. "Oh geez. I lost track of time. I've got to go." She follows up, sorry, I know you just got me this coffee, but I really have to head out.

"Don't worry about it. It was fun chatting." I say.
"Yeah, it was fun. I'll come back around sometime." Charyl replies as she gathers her stuff and heads out.

I go back and get Tiffany from the back office to resume our duties at the shop, and then head into the bathroom myself. I refill one of the vials relatively quickly. God, what is it about watching a girl completely under my control like that that makes me so fucking hard. I make a note to myself that I really need to test this on a man to see if it works on him. I'm not interested in men, but knowing if I can manipulate them or not seems fairly important. The rest of the day comes and goes, we get through the Sunday late afternoon rush, and I head home, refilling a second vial before heading to bed.

Monday rolls around, and again Tiffany and I are opening shop. This morning though, I brought the now 1 week old vial along with my 4 other ones. First thing in the morning, I dose Tiffany's coffee with the old vial. I want to see how functional the cum is a whole week later.

"Tiffany, making men aroused makes you feel attractive." I've already given her this, and she's agreed with me before, but I want to establish a baseline.
"Making men aroused makes me feel attractive."
"You like to flirt with men to arouse them, because it makes you feel attractive."
"I like to... flirt with men... to arouse them, because it makes me feel attractive."
"You like to flirt with men to arouse them, because it makes you feel attractive."
"I like to flirt with men to arouse them, because it makes me feel attractive."
So far it seems to work similarly to fresh cum. So I decide to try something else I've already tried.
"You don't mind if I stare at your tits or ass."
"I don't mind if you stare at my tits or ass."
"It turns you on to know that I'm staring at your tits or ass."
This time however, Tiffany doesn't even respond to the question, she just immediately blinks and takes a sip of the new cup of coffee that I've prepared. This time I brought a second cup behind my back to trade out, getting tired of her mentioning the coffee being empty. I also didn't want to arouse suspicion.

I make a note to myself that the trance seems to have been somewhat easier to break out of for the older cum, but not so weak that it was useless.

Later in the day, I get an opportunity to dose a man who comes into the shop as well. I send Tiffany back, and give him a dose. Thankfully, the dose seems to have worked on him as well. I command him to leave a generous tip, which he does, and that's the extent of control I exert over him. However, its good to know that it works on men, should it even come up where I use it.

After Lunch, I refill one vial, and then, with no other interactions for the day, I refill a second one in the evening. A package is waiting at home when I get there as well, it contains some of the larger vials I ordered. Tomorrow is Tuesday as well, which is one of my days off.