Lila

Bill decided to experiment on Lila. He hated her, and she hated him, so if she could get her to lust after him, it would prove the pheromone worked better than his wildest dreams. Also, having her lust after him would be much more fun than doing it to someone nice.

Bill looked up the Buchannan's address and drove over. The house was a very large colonial in a nice neighborhood. He walked up to the front door and rang the bell.

Lila's MILF mother answered. She was wearing yoga pants and a blue tank top and had her hair, dyed honey blonde, in a pony tail. "Yes?"

"Hi, I'm Bill, a classmate of Lila's. I need to talk with her about a class project. It's important."

Ms. Buchannan looked blankly at Bill. He might as well been an annoying salesman. "Wait here, I'll get her." She shut the door in Bill's face.

"Don't even invite me in? What a bitch," said Bill. He reached into his backpack and sprayed the pheromone on his neck and wrists then slipped the bottle back in his bag.

A few moments later, the door opened, but it was not Lila; it was her mother again. "She said go to her room, and she wants you to make it quick. Up the stairs, first door on the right."

"Thank you, Ms Buchannan."

Bill walked past the lady towards the stairs. Just as he was about to climb the stairs, a hand grabbed his shoulder. He turned around to find a smiling Ms. Buchannan beaming at him.

"So, Bill is it? You go to school with my Lila?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Oh, don't be so formal, Bill. Call me Liz." The older woman licked her lips. "Lila can wait. Why don't you and I get better acquainted?"

Damn, this stuff works like a charm! thought Bill. His heart started racing a bit, and he grew nervous. A gorgeous, wealthy woman was hitting on him. Him, a nerdy wallflower who had never even been past first base with a girl. "Um, Ok...Liz."

"Would you like a drink?"

"Um, ice water would be nice."

"I'll go get some," Liz said, beckoning Bill to the living room. "Make yourself at home." She smiled again and walked away, seemingly swaying her hips in an exaggerated way.

Bill took a deep breath and sat down. He heard a door close and someone coming down the stairs. "I said send him up!" called a voice. He turned to see Lila coming down the stairs.

Lila wore tight white denim shorts and a black halter top. She came down and and stood at the edge of the living room. "What the hell do you want?" she asked, putting her hands on her hips.

Bill got up and walked over to her. "I have something important to tell you, but it's a secret. It could make it a lot easier for you to pass history class."

"Oh really? What?"

Bill walked around Lila. "I'm not sure I should tell you."

After he walked around Lila, he watched her expression go from one of annoyance to one of arousal. Her chest heaved a bit, and some redness tinted her cheeks.

"Bill, I'm sure whatever it is, it's important. Would you, um...like to come to my room and tell me in private."

"Here you go!" came a cheery voice from behind Bill. He turned to see Liz walking towards him with a glass of ice water. She walked over and handed it to him. "Bill and I were going to get more acquainted," she said, looking at her daughter with a hint of suspicion.

"Well," said Lila. She grabbed Bill's hand. "He's here to see me, so we're going to my room."

"No so fast young lady!" said Liz. She put her hand on Bill's shoulder. "I was just being polite to our guest, and we have not talked yet."

Bill was in heaven. Two beautiful women, who just five minutes ago would barely have spat on him if he were on fire, were now lusting for him and were jealous of each other, and each wanted him for herself.