I was in the back room just behind the bar in my place. Seated in the conservatory itself were twenty of the hottest supermodels and other apex women on Earth. They had paid for a lengthy retreat, to practice yoga, detox and destress from the rigours of their jetsetting lives.
Outside, Cassie was serving the clients drinks. Alison had just joined her.
In the back room, I opened a small cabinet at eye height, and looked at the gasmask and the small knob. All I had to do would be to turn that knob, and I could flood the room with an anaesthetic gas which would knock out all of those women.
I closed the cabinet, and instead opened a drawer. Inside were two small keychain flashlights. I touched the little buttons. A circle of blue light shone against the wall from one of them. The other shone a red light. All I needed for today were these. Straightening out, I checked out my suit - Italian silk, don't you know - and, clutching the tiny keychain lights in my hand, entered the conservatory.
*
'What are you going to do now?' Cassie asked. They had just returned to the bar with emptied bottles.
'I'm just going to talk to the clients,' I said, turning the blue keychain light on Cassie. A few seconds later, Cassie giggled for a moment and composed herself, smiling. 'I'm going to get some feedback from them on your session.' A flash of blue light on Alison's face, and she giggled.
'How are you both feeling?'
Cassie adjusted her clothes and blushed, as Alison fanned her face. 'Good,' they both said. Of course they would feel good - that blue light had triggered the release of a flood of dopamine, oxytocin, phenylethylamine and serotonin in their bodies. Right now, they were feeling very good. Very good, and very aroused.
I flashed the light in their faces a second time to trigger a further release and their glow deepened. I watched them adjust their clothes, loosening their tops. And with that, I went among the other women.
The first woman I bumped into was Miss Pia, the Korean. 'How's your drink?'
She smiled and raised her glass. 'Very nice, thank you.' A blue flash across her face, and her smile grew a little wider as a giggle escaped her perfect lips. Her face, too, began to glow with hormonal arousal. She relaxed, lounging back in her chair, letting her body sprawl out a little in front of me. She glanced at me, and I pressed the blue flash again, just to see her arousal and her amatory response deepen.
I moved on. Maurita Alpert and Tabby D'Arcangelo were closest.
Five minutes later, every woman in the room had been given a couple of blue flashes, and now felt very warm, very uninhibited. There was much loosening of tops, relaxed lounging and longing looks cast at me. They could not see the blue light, because I'd programmed them to ignore it.
'Let's have some music,' I said, loudly. The women chorused their agreement. I crossed to the bar, and went over to the entertainment console. I had a Pied Piper sound file cued up, ready to play; one press of the button, and it began.
Pretty soon, the murmurs began to change to sighs, and moans. Bodies writhed slowly as hands slid down to caress breasts, legs. Short skirts began to ride up, and blouse buttons popped open. I looked across the room at Cassie and Alison, who were also being affected by the pied piper.
Time for the second keychain light, the white one. A little white flash of light in Alison's face, and her writhing and caressing changed. She removed her top. Alison did the same when I flashed the little white light in her face. I started going around all the women, flashing white light into their faces. Each flash of light prompted them to remove one item of clothing.
A few more blue light flashes in their faces, and they were lost in arousal; a few more flashes of white light, and the women were surrounded by clothes, wearing only their panties. The one called Magdalene moaned, gazing at me as I flashed the white keychain light in her eyes. A moment later, she slid off her panties and sat back in her chair, naked, her legs spread apart, her fingers vigorously rubbing.
I watched them as they lounged about, masturbating, unheeding of where they were, who they were and what they had been doing. They were almost ready for the next phase, and as soon as the music file wound down and they had their orgasms, the next phase would begin.
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