Audacious Experiments, 1

Experiment one.

To several entranced clients, I sent a copy of a video link to a clip from an episode of Star Trek: The Next Generation.

The clip was of the sequence "Data Learns To Dance," from season 4 episode 11, "Data's Day." Dr Beverley Crusher, the redhead (played by Gates McFadden) was teaching Data (Brent Spiner, the pallid android in yellow) to dance.

This is the clip:- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LlWmIhYADRM

Here's the clip itself:-


These selected clients saw a sequence which was not on the script. I asked them to report on what they saw. Everybody reported the same thing, exactly as instructed.

In the movie you see, Data and Crusher perform a very entertaining tap routine, followed by a ballroom-style dance number. In the movie the clients see, erotic music begins to play and Beverley begins a rather steamy, sensual dance as Data stands and watches.

As the music continues, Dr Crusher removes her clothes and continues to dance, now naked. She tells Data to remove his clothes, which he does - revealing that he was gold all the way down. Now naked, she begins stroking his erect android penis until interrupted by Sickbay.

Dr Crusher breaks off and lights up another cigarette before answering Sickbay; she then leaves the holodeck smoking, and still naked.

The sequence ends with Data summoning a new dance partner, who happens to be a naked Deanna Troi (Marina Sirtis, not credited in this scene). The newcomer continued to dance erotically in front of Data as the sexually arousing music resumes.

I'm going to be practicing using this suggestion with other clients, to see how they respond to little deviations from the script when they are watching TV. Perhaps people believe things more readily if they see them on some sort of a screen than if they see them right in front of them.

Affected (Part 13): Cassie and Alison

Cassie:

So Alison sat sprawled in front of me, heavily dosed by the gas I'd sprayed in her face. Out cold. I was wearing the gas mask and nothing else.

The room was full of the gas - some sort of hypnotic agent. It hadn't put Alison to sleep; only left her in a state like a really intense hypnotic trance. So the headphones from the MP3 were feeding her some sort of instructions, I guess, because every now and then she'd say "yes" out of nowhere, in this really weird kind of whisper. The timer had pinged, and I'd opened the window to let out all of the gas so it was safe for me to take off the mask and sit down in front of her and have a smoke.

I had an idea. I took off the headphones and listened to what the voice was saying. Something about being underground. Reminded me of a weird dream I'd had, not long before I'd invited the guy to go out on a date with me. I turned off the MP3, sat down and finished my cigarette. Alison remained where she was, head resting against the back of the chair, mouth open, completely relaxed.

'Alison,' I said. 'Can you hear me?'

'Yes,' Alison said, in that odd whisper.

'I have more instructions for you. Do you understand?'

'Yes.'

'I'm going to wake you up in a minute, but first there is something I'd like you to do. Stand up for me.'

Alison began to move. Opening her eyes, she looked at me; and with slow, deliberate movements, she got up onto her feet, staring at me, blank-eyed.

'Do you want more instructions?'

'Yes,' she replied.

'Answer this. What do you think about smoking?'

'I don't like it. It's a filthy habit.'

I picked up the cigarette pack and showed it to her. 'These are okay. You can smoke these. Do you understand?'

Alison frowned for a moment, but then nodded. 'Yes.'

'Remove your top.'

I watched Alison slowly peel off her top, feeling a rush of heat spreading from between my legs. Alison had a lacy bra on underneath.

'Put your top back on.'

Alison rebuttoned her blouse, and continued to stand facing me.

'How did that make you feel?'

'Hot.'

'How do I make you feel right now?'

'Hot.'

I realised that I was naked in front of her, and the blush threatened to spread down to my navel. 'When I wake you up, you'll feel perfectly normal. It will be perfectly normal to see me being naked in front of you. You will remember that I've been naked in front of you before for years. It's the most normal thing in the world.'

'Normal.'

'Also, you're happy to see me smoking in front of you. Watching me smoke makes you feel happy.'

'Happy.'

'Very very happy.'

'Very very happy,' whispered Alison.

'You want to join in, don't you?'

'Yes,' Alison replied. 'Want to smoke with you.'

'That's very good.' My heart was hammering. 'Now put on the MP3 and sit back. You can finish the whole file in peace. And when it's finished, put the MP3 back on the table and wake up. You won't remember anything about the gas, me wearing the gas mask or anything. Nothing at all.'

'I'll remember nothing.'

Alison popped the MP3 back on her ears and sat back down. I got up to go and make a cup of tea. I think I had another five, six minutes before the MP3 was through and Alison would return to consciousness. Just enough time for a cup of tea. I had time. I could call that guy back any time. Time for some fun with Alison first.

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This is the part that follows Part 12. Part 14 to follow, when Alison wakes up from her trance.

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Affected, Part 11 - Interruption

Has the phone rung on you, just as you were starting to get into something really hot? Damned if Cassie's mobile phone rings just as she is about to take me in. I look at her, lying beneath me, waiting for me to climb onto her and straddle her, and the damned phone begins to warble out there in the living room.

She sighs, and pushes me off. 'I gotta get this. Please don't make a sound.'

As she gets up, I remember that I have another trigger. "Gas trap. Two minute delay," I say to her as she leaves the bedroom. Aside from a moment's pause when I say the words, she doesn't react.

Consciously, at any rate.

In the corridor, I listen. The phone stops warbling. 'Hi, Alison.' There is a pause. 'I'm okay. Yeah, I'm at home, alone. As usual.' I bite my knuckles.

'So what happened today? I kind of missed you after the last lecture. Where did you go?' Silence for a moment, broken by the occasional 'Yeah' and 'Mm-hmm.'. Then I hear the snap of Cassie's lighter. A sharp intake of breath. An exhale. 'No, of course I'm not smoking again. Why would you think that?'

A few more sounds of agreement, a few nods, yeahs and an 'Mm-hmm.' She takes a drag and says 'No. Would I lie to you?' and giggles, smoke wreathing her face. I catch my breath. But then I realise that two minutes haven't quite gone by. It hasn't started yet.

I've suggested to Cassie that, somewhere in the living room, possibly under her sofa, there is a cylinder of laughing gas - and that it will fill the room with laughing gas within two minutes of her entering the room.

Another exhale, and I peer around the corner to see Cassie sitting on the sofa, her back turned to me, and a streamer of smoke being blown into the air. Smoke from her cigarette rises into the room as well. She leans forwards to flick the ash into the ashtray, and at that point the suggestion begins to take effect. Cassie snorts and giggles for a moment, and controls herself.

'No, sorry, Alison. I'm sorry. I know. Breaking up with Dick isn't very funny.'

She pauses for a moment, the cigarette poised halfway to her lips. 'Sorry. Mike.' A second later, a chortle spills from her mouth. 'Sorry. Sorry. No, I've no idea what came over me. He sounds like a douche. You're better off dumping the bastard.'

I hear the chuckle rising, trying to escape. I've suggested that the longer things go on, the stronger the gas gets and the stronger its effect on her.

'No,' Cassie says, trying to stifle the laughter, 'he sounds like a monster. Believe me, you're better off without him -'

Now the laughter cannot be contained. She giggles hysterically, holding the phone away from her. Cassie tries to restrain herself. Somehow, she manages to get some measure of self-control, and puts the phone back to her ear.

'Yeah, sorry, I don't know what's -' she begins. She shakes her head. 'No, I'm not flutered. I only had one drink.' A snort escapes her lips. 'No, seriously.' She giggles as the suggestion supersedes her senses. 'No, I am being serious -'

The laughter is hysterical, unending, uncontrollable. Cassie holds the phone away from her to spare Alison. I enter the room, standing in front of Cassie. I'm naked and I have a huge erection. Cassie sees this and her laughter doubles in volume. Calmly, I reach for her phone, take it from her unresisting hands and listen.

'Hello? Hello? Cassie, are you there? What's going on?'

Quietly, I put the phone on hands free mode, so Cassie can hear Alison's concerned voice. 'Cassie? What is going on? Why are you laughing? Stop it!'

But Cassie is lost to the suggestion; lost to the gas. I give the phone back to Cassie. Her face is red, and there are tears in her eyes. She cannot stop laughing.

The phone drops to the sofa, and disconnects.

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Affected, Part 6 - The Next Phase

I watch Cassie as she goes into the kitchen. I left her a surprise: a picture, a holding trigger, to keep her in place in the kitchen for a few minutes while I get the gas bottle out of her bedroom and set up more webcams in the living room.

In the kitchen, I see her gazing at the picture, transfixed.

'Unconscious mind, talk to me.'

'Yes.' Cassie's voice is a faint hiss, lacking inflection.

'You look worried. Why is your conscious mind worried?'

'I worry that you are going to come in here and hurt me.'

'I understand. I'm going to remove the picture in a moment, and when I do, your conscious mind will come back about a minute after that and you'll do what you were going to do.'

'Make a cup of tea.'

'Yes. Oh, one more instruction. When you return to the living room, your conscious mind won't see me. To your conscious mind, I won't be there. You will be the only person in the living room until I speak.'

'Yes.'

I take the picture out of the kitchen with me and leave Cassie to come back into the room on her own. In the living room, I sit on the sofa. I hear the clink of mugs, the clatter of a spoon, water going into the kettle. Time for me to go into action. I get up from the sofa. There is a pause in the kitchen. I head for the bathroom.

When I emerge, I hear the kettle boiling.

'Do you want sugar and milk in your tea?'

'Actually, mind if I come back in a couple of minutes? I've just got to get something from my flat. Won't be a second.'

I slam the door and wander back into the living room. Cassie comes in, with one mug and a resigned expression. She comes in wearing a T shirt she'd put on in the kitchen. I watch her slip off the T shirt and sit on the sofa, topless again. She looks for the TV remote on the coffee table. It isn't there. I've left my MP3 there instead, set to play one track - a Pied Piper track.

Cassie puts the MP3 on. In a moment the music will kick in, and so will the Pied Piper instruction. Cassie sits, listening; a moment later, I watch her get to her feet, and the dance begins. She pulls down her jeans and dances naked.

The music will not stop for her, and Cassie will not be able to turn off the MP3, turn down the volume or do anything else but dance naked. The cameras record her dance from three different angles. She is getting really turned on by the music and begins to masturbate.

I pop Cassie's cigarettes and lighter on the table in front of her; she lights one up and continues to dance, smoking. This Pied Piper won't take long; it finishes when she comes.

As I watch, she goes from dancing to just masturbating. Her breaths grow rapid and shallow as her climax approaches; and then the moment comes, and she climbs onto the sofa to orgasm.

And after the orgasm, Cassie sighs as she returns to trance. Her body relaxes; her eyes close. Time to move in again.

'Did you enjoy that orgasm?'

'Yes.'

'Do you want more and better orgasms?'

'Lots more.'

'Then I can help you. But in order to do that, here are your instructions. Are you ready?'

Cassie's eyes are closed. She grins. 'Oh, yes.'

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Affected, Part 5 - Pizza and Pied Pipers

Cassie:-

I've no idea why I'm doing this; drinking wine and eating pizza in my place, topless, wearing only a pair of jeans, with the guy next door who I hardly know.

I feed him a slice of stuffed crust. 'I don't know you from Adam.'

He chuckles. 'I don't know you either,' he says with his mouth full. Rude.

So we sit and talk for a time about what I'm studying at uni. I tell him that I'm into Literature, and that my thesis is all about Agency and women; in fact, the paper is titled Agency and Women in Literature. A bit boring, but that's academia for you.

So he asks me about what I mean about agency. I tell him that I'm referring to the sociological and philosophical concepts of agency, as compared to the agency theory of business involving conflict resolution between principals and agents - the principal-agent problem. What I've been studying is the literature where the author clearly shows that the female protagonists are showing the capacity to act in the world, rather than be acted upon.

'Sort of like rolling initiative in a roleplaying game,' he says.

I like this man. He makes me laugh.

So I tell him that the point of what I'm on about - women in literature actually seizing control of the situation, rather than being acted upon, taking a stand, engaging with the society in the story instead of being some wallflower from a Bronte sisters period novel, and god I am getting so turned on by this for some reason. As I look at him, I note that his eyes haven't glazed over, he hasn't feigned boredom or attempted to change the topic or mansplain to me. He's been genuinely interested in me.

Or maybe my boobs. I suspect he's been staring at my boobs all night long. Why I've not made a move to cover them up is beyond me. It's like I want to, but every time I think of getting up to reach for a T shirt or my blouse, I forget what I was doing and sit back down again.

'I need a cup of tea,' I tell him. I really do need a cup of tea. Pizza makes me thirsty. I swipe a T shirt from the clothes horse next to the washing machine in the kitchen and put it on while I wait, barefoot on the cold linoleum, for the kettle to boil. I feel stuffed full of pizza, thirsty and so horny.

I hear him get up from the sofa in the living room. I keep expecting him to come into the kitchen and do something. A few minutes later, there's a flush. I feel relieved.

'Do you want sugar and milk in your tea?'

'Actually, mind if I come back in a couple of minutes? I've just got to get something from my flat. Won't be a second.'

I hear the door slam. I sigh. Well, that's the mood killed. I go into the living room alone, with one mug of tea, and sit down to watch the TV.

There's a MP3 on the table. Must be his. Out of curiosity, I slip the headphones on and press play. At first there's nothing.

Then the music fades in, some sort of samba track, just percussion. It seems to be going on in an endless loop, a sort of tribal drum piece, very driving. I get up to take the empty mug to the kitchen, but instead I find myself dancing in the middle of the living room and my T shirt's already on the floor and I have no idea when I took it off again. It might have been before I even sat down and picked up the MP3. I feel hot again, really horny, and I pull down my jeans and step out of them so I can dance naked.

As I'm dancing, I imagine me and him in bed together, afire with lust, me and him moving together, me pulling him deep inside me, our bodies hot and hard and humping, and my hands are touching my breasts and sneaking down towards my thighs.

God, I want to fuck, right now, so much.

My cigarettes and lighter are on the table in front of me. I light up and continue to dance, naked, smoking, my hips just grinding as the music plays. It's just going on forever and I'm daydreaming of fucking everywhere - here, in the corridor outside, in the uni library, me spread across a table in the Student's Union bar with him pounding me from behind and everyone standing around cheering, oh god I want to do that.

The music reaches a climax, and so do I. My body is shaking, and I have to lie down on the sofa to finish the job because my knees are giving way, and when I do come, the pleasure just shoots through my whole body and I am arching in the sofa, my breath catching. I let out a moan, and collapse gently into the sofa again, and my eyes close and I just drift.

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Affected, Part 3 - After The Gas

Following on from the original post here and the part where I narrate the fantasy of knocking out Cassie in her own bedroom with a spray of anaesthetic xenon gas in this post here, the fantasy now continues.

In her room, I lift her up and prop her on the side of the bed, sitting on the floor. She is out cold. I have brought in a few bits and pieces with me, in a knapsack which I take off and put on the ground. Some oxygen in a small bottle to flush out the xenon, and in another bottle a gaseous hypnotic agent. Only a trace, to keep her lightly sleepy and prevent her from coming fully to once the heavy dose of xenon wore off.

After a time, I hear her moan softly as she tries to come out of her drugged stupor. I turn up the volume of the hypnotic a tiny amount, and down she goes again, her chin resting against her chest.

I pop headphones on her, and turn on an MP3 I've brought along. I cut back the hypnotic altogether; it has a very rapid assimilation and is expelled easily, but not before the subject enters a deep trance state, in which I can implant some useful triggers, all of which are in my MP3.

I watch her as she listens intently to them. Once in a while the MP3 asks her 'Do you understand?' All I see is the occasional 'yes' from her as her unconscious takes in another instruction.

I pause the MP3 a moment. 'Tell me truthfully, now, Cassie: do you like girls?'

Cassie moans softly and smiles. 'Yessss,' she hisses softly.

'Do you like boys?'

'Yessss.' No hesitation. Bisexual. Sweet.

'I'm going to give you more instructions now. Do you understand?'

'Yes.'

I turn on the MP3 and let it run. I've only got three more instructions to give her, and then the MP3 runs out and leaves her in a trance to pick up further instructions from me.

One 'yes,' and another a short time later, and finally a third 'Yes,' and that's it. I take off the MP3 and look at her as she sits there, propped against the bed, limp as a rag doll. I remove the mask over her face and mine, once the air is clear.

'And now,' I tell her, 'here is what you are going to go. You can open your eyes and look around. It will be you, the unconscious, inside there and you will follow my instructions.'

'Yes,' Cassie says, opening her eyes and looking up at me.

'Get up now, Cassie.'

Cassie stands up on unsteady feet.

'In a moment, I will tell you to go back to the vanity, but first there is something you can do for me. Take off your clothes.'

Her face expressionless, Cassie slowly removes her underwear, standing naked in front of me. I have a camera and snap a few pics of her.

'Here.' I pick up her pack of cigarettes and offer her one. Automatically, she accepts one and lets me light it for her as I take a few more pictures of her smoking.

'Open the curtains. Go and stand in front of the window.'

Still smoking, Cassie makes her way over to the window and stands in the window, her expression blank as she stares out the window at nothing in particular while people just go by in the street, three floors below, totally oblivious to this gorgeous naked woman standing there.

'Go to the vanity now. Sit down.'

Cassie goes back to the vanity and sits down naked.

'I'm going in a moment,' I tell her, 'but once you hear the front door close, your conscious mind comes back after a few minutes. You'll not remember anything of this. You'll just go back to doing your hair and getting ready for a good night out. Understand?'

'Yes.'

I think of one last thing and whisper an instruction in her ear. Cassie smiles. 'Yessss.' Her voice is sibilant, anticipatory. By George, I think I've hooked her.

Grinning, I leave the apartment, closing the door, and head for my flat. Plenty of time now. I only have to wait, and watch the video feed in her room.

The camera's still there, but Cassie's unconscious mind will now edit it out - her conscious mind won't see it, and won't know that it's there. She finishes her cigarette, picks up her brush from the floor and goes back to brushing her long hair, oblivious to the fact that she is naked.

Later, she gets up from the chair, crosses over to the bed and puts on her dress for the evening - a low-cut slinky red thing with straps. On go her shoes, her handbag goes over her shoulder and, like that, Cassie is ready to hit the town.

I hear the door slam. A moment later, there is a knock on the door. I open it. Cassie is standing in the doorway. I smile and say 'Hi.' The moment she locks eyes with me, I watch as her libido climbs up through the roof; her breath catches, her face flushes. Her pupils dilate.

'Hi.'

'Can I help you?'

'Hey, I was just wondering something.' Cassie shuffles her feet. 'I'm going out, but I was wondering if you could ...'

My smile broadens. 'Could what?'

Nervous smile. 'Could you come out with me tonight?'

I pause for a moment. 'Sure.'

Her puppylike enthusiasm is infectious. 'Great!'

'Can you give me a moment? I need to change into something.'

'Sure thing.'

'I'll leave the door open,' I tell her, and wander into the interior of my apartment. 'Come on in, if you like. Grab a cuppa while I'm changing.'

'Sure.' I hear her footsteps as she follows me into my place. I lead her into the kitchen and sit her down.

'Grab a cuppa,' I tell her. 'I just put the kettle on.' As she looks for the kettle, she spots a sign sitting above it. One of the triggers I've implanted. Her face goes slack for a moment. I remove the sign, turn to face her.

'I'm going to change in front of you,' I tell her. 'You will find it perfectly normal to see me naked.'

'Yes,' I hear Cassie say. A moment later, she blinks and continues across the kitchen to make her tea.

Two minutes later, while she is sitting at the table drinking the tea, I wander in carrying the clothes I'm going to put on.

'What do you think? Blue or black?' I hold up two shirts.

'Oh, go with the black,' Cassie replies.

'Cool.' I strip off my shirt, wander around topless as she watches.

'So where are you going tonight?' I ask her.

'Oh, the usual,' Cassie replies. I slip off my jeans and stand in front of her wearing only my underpants. 'Students Union bar. You know I'm a student at University?'

'Really? That's amazing.' I strip off my underwear and stand naked in front of her for several seconds. Cassie doesn't even blink, but carries on drinking the tea.

I grin and pick up my best trousers to put on as she finishes her tea. This is going to be a very entertaining evening.

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Affected, Part 2 - A Fantasy

Further to the article here, where I described what some of you like - namely, to be overcome by gas - so I thought I'd write up a fantasy scenario, based on something I have been able to do in a fashion with my clients.

If you realise that this is something I can do with some of my clients through suggestion, and that the effect is as powerful as anything you can imagine, some of you might be wondering about the sort of man I am with a little trepidation.

And others, perhaps, with desire to try it out for yourselves.

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Her name is Cassie. She is single, in her twenties, not currently involved with anyone in particular. To me, she looks a little bit like that celeb Jennifer Lawrence. Okay, maybe she looks a lot like her.

I watch her on occasion, coming in and out of her flat. Voyeurism is a crime, of course, as is stalking; but befriending her, ingratiating my way into her life, those are not crimes; and I do like her as a friend.

I've helped her several times over the last few months. She's never invited me in to her place, but I've seen enough of the interior of her place to know that she's got no alarms, just the one entrance - and that means just one key.

A key which I arranged to duplicate without her knowing.

Tonight is the night. I heard that she is going out clubbing. She doesn't have friends to go out with; she just goes out alone. I never see her bring anybody back - no men, no women, nobody.

Earlier this afternoon, while she'd gone out to the shops to get some supplies, I'd used the duplicate key to enter her room. She had no pets to worry about. The best place would have to be her bedroom - and it didn't take long to work out the best spot to put the package: right under her bed, just behind her box of dildos and porn mags (to my amazement, they were all of women; no men featured in any of her skin mags. They were also pretty old, many of them: I guess she was now using tumblr for her regular fuck fixes like everybody else nowadays.

There was an ashtray on her vanity. Naughty. I had no idea she smoked.

I pushed the bottle under the bed, trailing the hose so the end of it barely poked out from beneath the bedsheet. Over her bed was a bookshelf - I took a risk and planted a tiny camera on the shelf, wedged between an unread copy of Fifty Shades of Grey and an equally unread copy of one of the Twilight books. It didn't look as if Cassie would be coming anywhere near this part of her bookshelf any day now.

After that, there was nothing to do but to head out and lock up behind me, and wait for her to turn up. She always comes back to the flat to get herself ready for a night out; regular as clock, she'd be out the door at eight. You could set your clock by it.

You could also set your clock by the time she comes in from work, too: 18:30 hours, every evening without fail; the sound of her key being turned in the door, and the door closing.

18:30, and there it is. Keys, door slam. Footsteps. I turn on the monitor and watch the live video feed. Around 18:45, in she comes into the bedroom. I watch as she strips to her underwear, wondering if she is going to hit the showers first or just change without cleaning up first. She decides not to wash first, but sits at her vanity staring in the mirror in her underwear. Dirty girl.

I watch her as she lights up a cigarette and sits smoking, brushing her long blonde hair in the mirror. I wait till she's put the cigarette out before arming the cylinder and turning on the remote control that releases the gas into the room.

There's usually a demand for some sort of nitrous oxide with what I do. I would love to see her start to giggle, then chuckle and ultimately roll about the floor in hysterics - but there's plenty of time for that. Today, I just want to knock her out.

The gas takes immediate effect. Xenon is very fast like that. Very expensive stuff. Colourless, odourless, but the tiniest whiff of it works like a wonder. Cassie blinks a little more now. Every breath draws more of the gas into her lungs. Cassie yawns, shaking her head. The brush is like a lead weight in her hands. She can barely keep a hold on it as she drops it onto the vanity; I watch it bounces off the vanity onto the floor as Cassie's head nods. She turns to look at the brush lying on the floor, and of course when she bends down to pick it up it brings her into the ever-increasingly powerful cloud of xenon gas which has been spreading across the floor and creeping up past her long, shapely legs.

I watch as she slowly slumps to the floor, crumpling into a pile of shapely flesh and delicate lingerie. Holding the gas open a moment longer to make sure, I decide she's far enough under and shut off the flow.

I only have a few minutes before the xenon wears off. I put on my gas mask and get the keys ready. There's a lot of work to do and only a little time left to get it done.

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A 102: d2c - Erotic Sequel

A 101: d2c

The latest installment to this series, which began with A 101: The Smoking Room, and continued with A 101: Forced Perspective and A 101: Field Test, with a tie-in to Also Known As Tamsin, now continues here.

A 101: Field Test - Erotic Sequel

A 101: Field Test

Julia Markham's misadventures from A 101: The Smoking Room and A 101: Forced Perspective now continue.

Bonus: Here is a link to another short story, Also Known As Tamsin. I suggest you read it.

A 101: Forced Perspective - Erotic Sequel To The Smoking Room

A 101: Forced Perspective

The story which began in A 101: The Smoking Room now continues here.