A very special pleasure ...

You feel your insides lurch. "What? what does the pink pill do?"

Jessie's eyes slide away from mine. "It's a, well..." He clears his throat. "It's a... pleasure ****."

"A... pleasure ****?" you ask, uncomprehending, even as your feeling of foreboding deepens.

"Like, we all have things that give us pleasure right? A delicious scent, a favorite song, a particular touch... well, what the **** does is introduce a chemical into a girl's system which amplifies and enhances that sensation."

"So... so it just means I like the stuff I used to like more?" You say, cautiously hopeful. "Like, I'll enjoy listening to Rick Springfield and Nine Inch Nails more, that sort of thing?"

"Not exactly." Jessie licks his lips. "More like, listening to music enjoy will begin to turn you on like nobody's business..."

"What?!?"

Jessie throws up his hands. "It's a pleasure ****, okay? It's meant to put people in the mood for sex, then enhance the pleasure they get from doing it." Seeing my panicked expression he puts his hands on my shoulders and gives me a shake.

"Don't worry, like I said it's targeted toward women, so it shouldn't have an effect on you. I know Sara was working on an extra-strength version that could almost completely overhaul even sexual preferences, but I'm pretty sure she didn't finish that."

I'm pretty sure you're wrong, is what you want to tell Jessie, but you feel so light headed and dizzy, overwhelmed by a feeling of... of gratitude. He's being so... considerate, and nice, nice like the feeling of his strong hands on your slim shoulders, making you feel safe, and warm and...

"{firstname}?" you hear Jessie ask, and you can almost feel his breath on your face, so close, so warm...

A part of your mind shouts, making itself barely heard through the fog of your mind: It's the damn extra-strength pill!