Sex

You look at the little bottle of syrup skeptically. "What is this stuff again?"

"It's a hormone," your roommate says. "Obviously it's a little more complicated than that, but that's the gist of it. A little something me and some of the med school guys whipped up in our spare time. Forget what it is - here's what it does. It boosts your pheromone output to about fifty times normal levels."

"So it'll make me stink? How can I ever repay you?"

"No! Now listen. You drink this tonight, before going to sleep. Tomorrow when you wake up, it'll be absorbed into your system and going to work on your pheromone glands. They'll kick into high gear. You won't notice anything yourself, but the effect on other people is dramatic. It's Cupid's Arrow, friend. Imagine walking into a room and have every girl suddenly hit with a wave of pure lust, directed right at you."

You chuckle derisively. "So every girl I meet will shred her clothes on the spot and jump on my dick, is that it?"

Your roommate looks disgusted. "No, of course not. Don't be stupid. It's not a magic sex potion. It just gives you a leg up, makes them more receptive. If it's a girl who hates your guts to begin with, it won't change her mind. If you walk up to someone and say 'let's fuck, bitch' she'll slap you just the same. But if it's a girl who otherwise would have shared a drink with you and had a little light conversation, you'll probably be able to get her in the sack with this stuff helping you. And the great part is that its effects intensify with exposure. Once you've got her alone, or even if you just manage to stay close to her for a while - dancing, or something - her inhibitions ought to drop that much further."

You frown thoughfully.

"Think of it this way," your roommate says. "It's kind of like fixing it so women have the same sexual response as men. It makes them as horny and receptive as we are. Oh, and it's also got a time-release Viagra, for lack of a better name, so you'll be able to make the most of your week."

"That is impressive," you admit. "So what's the catch? There's always a catch. And if this stuff is so great, how come you don't save it all for yourself?"

"I can give you the same answer to both questions," your roommate says. "One dose will last about a week, give or take. And after that, your glands are exhausted for the next year or so. It's not like you'll suddenly become totally unattractive, you'll just lose the advantage. And taking more of the stuff during that off-time could kill the glands altogether, so you don't want to do that. I took a bottle last month, and this stuff has a limited shelf life, so it'll do me no good to hang onto it. I thought I might as well be nice and give it to you."

"Uh-huh. And how do I know this isn't some kind of mega-laxative or something and you're just pulling a fast one?"

Your roommate pulls a hundred-dollar bill out of his pocket. "Take this," he says. "If this stuff doesn't do everything I say it does, and you honestly think I'm jerking your chain a week after you've taken it, you keep the hundred."

Somehow that clinches it. You accept the bottle and the C-note.

That night, you drink the stuff down. It tastes awful, but he warned you it would, and you finish every drop regardless. He also suggested you follow it with a shower so you wouldn't have to take one the next morning and wash off all the pheromone, and mild sleeping pill because otherwise you'd likely be up all night thinking about the coming week. It was good advice - even with the pill, it's a while before you get to sleep.

The next morning, as promised, you don't feel any different. You get dressed as you normally would and step out into the hall. A pair of girls are walking by right at that moment, girls who live in the same building but you don't really know them. You're surprised to see them stop and take a second look at you. One of them smiles and says, "Hi."

"Er, hello," you say back.

They both continue down the hall, looking back at you as they go. You go back inside and think about it for a moment. That was no coincidence - something made the girls stop and take notice. Your roommate wasn't bullshitting, it seems.

You have a week of potential sexual adventure ahead of you.