What the fuck?

"What the fuck?"

Jessica couldn't believe it. Did hers not work for some reason? Or did neither of them work? That didn't seem right, because she definitely felt a little different. She stared at him for a second, then it dawned on her.

"You switched the vials, you asshole!" She punched him on the arm. Lucas flinched, thinking he had miscalculated. "Not cool, dude."

They stared at each other for a second, then Jessica started laughing. Lucas let out a small sigh of relief. "So you're not mad?"

Jessica grinned. "Not really. I mean, it's a dick move, but I get it - now you've got me all to yourself, which is honestly pretty cool. What do you want to do with me?"

"I don't know, I kind of want to experiment. How do you feel right now? Do you feel, like, compelled to do what I say?"

She pondered the question. "I don't really feel different, and there's not like some compulsion to do exactly what you tell me. I'm kind of excited to see what this is all about. I think that may be because you are, though? And I don't feel betrayed at all, which is weird. It's more of a change in how I think than how I feel."

Lucas was starting to get hard as she described her altered state of mind. "How so?"

"Well, for example, I know you're really into these- " she gave her breasts a small squeeze, "so I'm kind of into showing them off. It's like whatever I know or can figure out that you want, I want just as much. When you told me to put my ass on the window, I knew you didn't want me to keep it there - you meant it as a joke, so I treated it as one. At the same time, doing it didn't bother me at all. I wanted it because you wanted it."

He was really turned on at this point, but he was also increasingly curious about the parameters of his newfound power over her. "So if I asked you to make me coffee?"

Jessica laughed. "Is that all? Coffee? I can make you coffee, but I don't think that's what you really want." She glanced down at his tented pants and approached him. "I want what you really desire, not just what you ask for, remember?" She ran a hand along his inner thigh and spoke with a husky voice.

"So why don't you tell me what you really want from me?"