The Axe Effect

The Axe Effect. It was a favourite TV commercial of mine. Some guy spraying himself with cheap deodorant and suddenly becoming attractive to sexy young women.

It got me thinking.

I’m Mike. A gifted, if slightly perverted mind. Only, my perverted mind is limited to finding different things to wank about. You see, unfortunately, I’m not too good with women. Comes with the territory of being a geek. So, I needed help. And a can of Axe would open some doors… and legs.

I bought a can, and safe to say it didn’t have the desired effect. No women started stripping and dancing for me. Didn’t get my dick sucked on the bus.

No… if this was going to work I needed to do it myself. Not wanking… I mean, create my own Axe. My own future. If it works, not only will I be a stud… I’d be filthy rich. And with wealth comes hot chicks. I’ll be balls deep in all kinds of women.

So, after a few late nights in the lab, I came up with my first batch.

It didn’t smell too good. A bit too strong. Too much like a toilet spray. But I believed in the science behind it. My friends, the few I have, thought I was stupid, that I was a dreamer… one even thought that I was deluded. But I was determined to prove the bastards wrong.

And I was confident that I had.

I sprayed it all over my torso and left the university lab smelling like a fancy toiletry.

I took confident strides down the corridor, and I couldn’t believe it! All the girls looked at me. Even those who used to turn up their noses, now beamed widely at me. Bit there lips while they lusted for me. A few even said hi. Asked me how I was. Wanted to know me.

My cock swelled in my pants.

Clarissa. The girl of my dreams, but one who wasn’t single, waved at me. She was dressed in white kitten heels and a mid-thigh summer dress topped with a blue cardigan. Her platinum blonde hair and fair skin made her most angelic… most fuckable.

Despite being the most popular girl in school, I often get to chat to Clarissa in the morning at the bus stop. Admittedly, because she has little choice, as we’re usually alone. To be honest, she suffers me more than anything. But it’s the best 5 minutes of my day.

Yet today, she stopped her conversation with her friend and turned to face me, then stepped in my path “Hey, Mike.”

“Hi, Clarissa. You like my new deodorant?”

“What is that?" Clarissa lent towards me. She smelt me, then her soul-searching ocean blue eyes locked onto mine. " Smells like kitchen cleaner… but man, you’re rocking my world right now.”

“Rocking… nice.” I had never rocked anything before. Especially a girl. “If you were single, maybe me and you could… you know. Hang out.”

“We could. And we should.”

“But what about? What’s his name.”

Clarissa’s angle face scrunched into a bitter scowl. “Fuck him. We’re on a break. How about you walk me home after class, and I’ll invite you in for…whatever you willing to give me.”

As I thought my luck had changed, my cell phone rang. It was mom. She never called when she was at work, so I guessed it was urgent. “Hi, Mom. What’s up?”

“I need you to come right home after class.”

“Why?”

“Your sister was caught drinking on school grounds. I can’t look after her because I have to meet a client at four thirty. Can you help me out… pretty please?”

Always trust Rachel to fuck up my fun. “Shit mom. Really?”

“Really.”

I pondered my response. And how would my sister react to my magic spray?

1) Act the good brother, and look after Rachel?

2) Go back to Clarissa’s place and rock her world?

Authors note. Looking for co-authors to write this with. So, please feel free to contribute.