Susie Learns the Hard Way

by Roger Quine

  ‘Well, he was talking about so much money – millions and millions – that I agreed to help him. We both left work and set up here, and at first it was easy, working in the lab together.’ She nodded at the paraphernalia on the worktops. ‘And then one day it was ready, he said, and we had to try it.’ Her cheeks blushed prettily as she paused for a moment, and then she gathered herself and added in a conspiratorial whisper, ‘He was like a man possessed!’ She smiled at the memory, but then her face clouded again. ‘But he said he couldn’t observe it properly if he was the subject, so he started giving it to blokes down the pub to try with their wives and girlfriends, as long as they gave him a debrief on how it went. They all said it was fantastic, and they could go for hours and hours, which we already knew.’ She shrugged, and fresh tears meandered down her cheeks. ‘But he said it had to be better than Viagra. It had to work faster, and he said it had to actually make blokes randy and give them a hard-on, not just keep it up once it was hard...’

  ‘Go on,’ Susie urged, although she thought she knew the rest already. She gently stroked the girl’s pretty fringe from her brow.

  ‘So what he had to do, what we had to do, if we wanted to test it properly, was to give it to a bloke who was already sexually exhausted, and see...’ she faltered, ‘see if... if it worked.’

  ‘And?’

  ‘Andy said he wanted to control those tests very carefully.’ The flow of tears increased and her chin trembled. ‘He said he had to be sure. He said it was the only way. I don’t think he really cared about me at all.’

  ‘What was?’ asked Susie as gently as she could. ‘What was the only way?

  Annie took a deep breath and stiffened her resolve. ‘He brought a bloke home one night and then, after I... after he... when he was, you know, sexually exhausted, Andy gave him the pill and then... then... he wanted to do it again. And then again, and again. It worked perfectly, the bloody stuff.

  ‘But he said once wasn’t a proper test, and we had to have a representative sample of ages, physical types, and races. Every night he’d bring home a bloke and I had to... had to... until they were totally exhausted, and then Andy would give them the pill and see if they wanted to do it again. And they always did. I could have told him it worked after the first one. I don’t know why he had to keep on doing it. I think he secretly liked the idea of all these strangers taking advantage of me.’

  Susie instinctively gave the girl a comforting peck on the cheek. Her tears tasted salty on her lips.

  ‘But then people started to talk about coming up here, and what they were doing. And then everyone wanted a go, and before long they were paying Andy to test it for him, and he was bringing home two or three a night and some of them didn’t even want the pill, they just wanted me.’

  Susie could understand why. Annie was very pretty, small and dark, with deep brown eyes and an absolutely perfect figure. She could quite easily fancy her herself, she thought, but wisely remained silent as she held the gently sobbing girl close, arms tight around the shapely young body.

  ‘Andy sort of went mad about then,’ Annie went on, oblivious to the thoughts of the lovely young lady who comforted her. ‘No pharmaceutical companies wanted his pill, and we didn’t have the money to make any more. So he said we would just sell the last few in the pubs ourselves. But I didn’t want... didn’t want... oh, I just couldn’t go on with it any more. I had to leave.’ She sobbed a while longer, and gradually regained her self-control. ‘Sorry,’ she added.

  ‘No need to apologise, I can guess how you must feel,’ said Susie, with real understanding. ‘So has he gone off to be rich and famous without you?’

  ‘Don’t really know,’ Annie answered, looking about her. ‘He seems to have cleared out completely,’ she decided, looking through drawers and opening cupboards. Susie joined her, trying to appear as if she was casually looking for evidence of recent occupation when what she was really looking for was evidence of any kind that would tell her for certain that this was the man Harry had been looking for. Harry! Her heart gave a little lurch. He might have been right all the time, and now she might just be able to prove it.

  She searched diligently through cupboards and drawers while Annie absently moved bits of the various contraptions around, piling jars and tubes up at one end of the kitchen worktop.

  All Susie needed was one sample of the pill, and the thought had hardly formed in her mind when it was fulfilled. Stuffed at the back of the last drawer she found a crumpled envelope, plain white, no writing. But in it she found a small white pill, slightly powdery to the touch. She was so surprised and pleased that she just wasn’t quick enough to prevent Annie from seeing it.

  ‘That’s one of them!’ she cried. ‘That’s one of the damned things that caused all the trouble,’ and Susie was still holding the small white offender between finger and thumb when they both heard the unmistakable sound of the front door being opened with a key.

  ‘Andy!’ hissed Annie.

  Susie suddenly felt extremely vulnerable, still wearing only the T-shirt she’d been to bed in, grateful at least that she’d left her knickers on.

  Andy appeared in the kitchen doorway, holding a newspaper he was reading carefully. The newspaper, Susie saw at once. But she needn’t have worried.

  ‘I’m rich,’ he said very slowly and quietly to Annie, as though he didn’t quite believe what he was saying, ignoring Susie completely and holding up the paper. ‘I’m rich.’

  Annie looked at him in silent awe, clearly nervous of his presence. But he seemed to have forgotten that she deserted him, or just didn’t care. ‘They rang this morning,’ he said in wonder, ‘after they read this. They’ve doubled their offer.’

  ‘They?’ Annie asked.

  ‘German company. They came here a couple of times. You must remember them. Car the size of a boat.’

  Susie remembered the huge black limousine, and the swarthy white slavers who’d arrived in it. So much for that theory.

  ‘And now they’ve offered me millions,’ said Andy.

  ‘Just because of the headlines?’ asked Susie.

  ‘Partly, yes,’ he said, directing his answer to Annie as though it was her who’d asked the question. ‘But mostly because I gave them six to test, and of course they worked perfectly, just like I told them. Especially on women, they said, which I hadn’t even thought about. Apparently it’s even better on them. So they’ve offered me millions for the last one. Hear that, Annie?’ he said. ‘I’m rich! We’re rich!’ he corrected hastily.

  ‘Not me,’ said Annie. ‘It’s nothing to do with me.’

  ‘So, er, what exactly does it do to women?’ Susie asked tentatively, not sure she wanted to hear the answer. ‘Given that we all know what it does to men.’

  ‘You probably don’t know, actually,’ said Andy acidly, ‘but I can tell you briefly.’ He was a bit on the thin side, pondered Susie, but he wasn’t too bad. Firm jaw, she thought, as well as firm buttocks, which were moving enticingly in his jeans as he searched through the cupboards and drawers. ‘Erections depend on desire and circulation,’ he went on. ‘Viagra simply keeps all the blood in the penis trapped inside once it’s arrived there. My pill,’ he said, turning to face them, ‘not only keeps it there, it actually increases blood supply to certain kinds of tissue found only in the genitals.’ Susie looked down at Andy’s groin as he droned on about muscle construction and so on. The warm glow between her legs had become a hot flush, and she felt the liquid fire seeping into her knickers, feeling the soft cotton against her flowering body slowly getting wet.

  ‘And best of all,’ Andy concluded proudly, ‘I found a way to stimulate the receptors in the brain dealing with sexual arousal, so that my pill actually creates desire. In other words, it makes you randy.’

  He looked inspired at that moment, filled with a creative light that must have been similar to that which had driven musicians, po
ets and artists throughout the generations. That was what made them so attractive to women, thought Susie, studying Andy’s groin even more closely than before, and thinking she could see the outline of his dormant penis inside his jeans.

  But there was another question she just had to ask. ‘And, um, about how quickly does all this take effect, then? After you’ve swallowed it?’

  ‘It varies. That’s why we had to do so many tests.’

  She nodded to the inconclusive answer, realising she’d have to take a different line. ‘So what does it do to women, exactly?’ she asked.

  Andy looked up from his search and their eyes met, as though he’d only just then noticed her presence. ‘Mentally, women become as aroused as men.’ His eyes drifted blatantly down to her T-shirt, where her nipples thrust rigidly against the thin material. She wondered if he could see the small white triangle of her knickers peeping from beneath the hem of the shirt, whether he would notice the dark wetness soaking into the cotton. He cleared his throat, and carried on. ‘Physically, they also become aroused to the same extent, or so I’m told, with increased blood supply, vastly increased sensitivity and consequently an increase in lubrication.’

  Susie could feel her own lubrication gently anointing the smooth flesh between her thighs.

  By now Andy had reached the final drawer on his search and quickly realised it was empty. He looked around with mounting frustration visible in the deepening furrows across his brow. Then, inevitably, he saw the envelope lying empty on the worktop.

  ‘Where’s the tablet?’ he asked, peering anxiously into the crumpled envelope and searching it thoroughly with his fingers. ‘What have you done with it?’ He looked at Annie, she looked at Susie, and so Andy looked at Susie too. ‘You... you’re from downstairs, right?’ he said, recognition of his neighbour only just dawning.

  She nodded cautiously.

  ‘So where is it then? Give it back if you’ve got it.’

  ‘I can’t.’

  ‘You what?’

  ‘I’m afraid I can’t give it back.’

  ‘Can’t? What do you mean? Why not...?’ his voice died away as Susie spread open the fingers of both hands. He looked at the loose T-shirt and the outlines of her two so flagrantly erect nipples.

  ‘No!’ he exclaimed quietly, shaking his head in denial, realisation dawning. ‘You haven’t!’

  She nodded, almost imperceptibly.

  ‘When?’

  ‘Just now, I’m afraid,’ Susie admitted meekly. ‘When you came in. I was only going to hide it, but it sort of...’

  ‘Dissolved,’ he finished for her. ‘Yes, I know. Hard coating is something they do on factory production lines. These were just pressed together. The slightest dampness, and...’ He shrugged incredulously. ‘Well that’s that then. My life of luxury down the drain.’

  ‘You can make some more, can’t you?’ said Susie hopefully, suddenly feeling incredibly guilty – as well as incredibly horny. ‘You’ve got a formula or something... haven’t you?’

  He ran his fingers through his lank hair. ‘Yes, yes, long-term, I suppose I can,’ he admitted wearily. ‘Yes, of course I can. But without a working demonstration for them to conduct a test for the board of directors...’ He shrugged helplessly again. ‘Well, they might decide it’s cheaper to do the research work themselves rather than wait for me. Shit! What a nightmare.’ He looked at his watch. ‘And I’m meeting Mick down the pub for a celebration of my new-found success. Now I’ll just have to drown my sorrows instead, contact them tomorrow and hopefully get the go-ahead to start back on my work then.’

  ‘And what about her,’ said Annie, gesturing towards Susie.

  ‘Oh, her,’ he snorted. ‘I’d be on my way now if I was you, sweetheart. Five minutes tops and she’s going to be desperate. If you’re the only person here she’ll pin you to the floor and sit on your face for a week.’ He turned and left the kitchen.

  ‘Wait a minute!’ Susie called, unable to stop herself, following him out and catching him by the front door of the flat. ‘It’s your drug,’ she said, pouting suggestively. ‘You invented it. Don’t you want to stay and enjoy – I mean, monitor – its affects on me?’ She meekly pulled down the hem of her shirt, stretching it tightly over her breasts as she did so.

  ‘Oh no,’ he groaned.

  One hand slipped beneath the shirt and her fingertips drifted lazily across the front of her knickers, clinging damply to her sex.

  ‘Oh no, it’s working,’ he said.

  ‘Oh, isn’t it just,’ sighed Susie, her eyes fluttering shut as her fingers pressed into the wet warmth that soaked her knickers, making a soft squelching noise as they did.

  ‘Annie,’ called Andy. ‘Annie!’ he called again, louder this time as Susie reached out with her free hand and cupped his groin. ‘Go down the pub and get Mick! We’re going to need his help!’

  Annie appeared from the kitchen. ‘Help?’ she asked.

  ‘Yes, help,’ he hissed urgently, as Susie pinned him to the wall, skilfully opened his jeans and slipped both hands down under the waistband of his boxer shorts. ‘Get him round here – quick...’ His voice strained as cool fingers grasped his stirring penis and pulled it into the open. ‘She’ll be insatiable. She’ll wear me out in no time...’ he gurgled the last word as Susie, without listening to the hurried conversation between him and Annie, knelt and swallowed the pulsing erection she held in her fist.

  ‘Bedroom,’ he croaked, gazing down at Susie’s bobbing blonde head, as Annie pushed past them and rushed down the stairs.

  His penis plopped wetly from Susie’s lovely mouth. ‘No, here, now,’ she insisted, tugging him down on top of her, opening her legs and pulling him against the cotton-clad wetness between them. ‘Fuck me,’ she urged, eyes dreamily closed, teeth nibbling gently at her lower lip as she pulled her knickers aside and guided him to her yearning sex, inhaling deeply as his resistance vanished and he eased himself into her. ‘Fuck me hard,’ she urged again, lifting her knees and clamping her legs around his waist.

  Andy groaned, unable to deny just how good the gorgeous girl felt, and began to move steadily in response to the legs that squeezed him rhythmically, urging him on as she writhed and panted beneath him. He tried not to think about the number of times he’d looked out of his window and seen his sexy neighbour arriving or departing, and how he’d fantasised time after time about what he’d do to her if he ever had the chance. And he tried desperately not to think about the unbelievable sensations engulfing his straining erection. But it was hopeless, and he quickly came, his sweating forehead lolling on the carpet as he nuzzled into her shapely neck and discharged copiously into her.

  Her legs were still embracing him tightly as he felt himself shrinking inside her, dismayed at himself for coming so quickly, like an overexcited youth.

  ‘More,’ she begged deliriously. But Andy knew he was finished – for the moment, at least. He managed to extricate himself from her clutches, lifted her up from the floor, carried her through to the bedroom, and laid her on the bed.

  Taking pity on her, and finding her irresistible despite his recent ejaculation, he slipped a hand into her knickers and rubbed her gently. Susie had never been so turned on, and her back arched off the bed as his fingers peeled her labia apart and slipped into her juicy furrow. His thumb brushed lightly across her tiny bud and she shuddered with delight, her head rolling from side to side. He rested his thumb gently against her as his fingers slipped softly in and out, guided by her grip on his wrist, until a crashing climax rolled over her like a tidal wave that left her feeling totally drained.

  And yet she demanded more. She wanted sex like never before, and she wanted it in ways she had never had it before. ‘Fuck me again, Andy,’ she whispered. ‘Do it again. Make me come and come.’

  Just then Annie appeared. ‘This is Eric,’ she announced, gesturing over her shoulder to a
thin pale youth in anorak and baseball cap.

  ‘But where’s Mick?’ Andy demanded.

  ‘He wasn’t there, so I grabbed Eric instead.’

  Eric gawped stupidly, his mouth open. ‘I – I didn’t believe it was true,’ he managed to stutter.

  Susie rose to her knees and knelt tall on the bed. Pouting sexily, she peeled the T-shirt up and off over her head, shook her tousled hair into place, and then thrust her breasts towards the bashful lad. ‘Oh, it’s true,’ she purred, reaching out and unzipping his anorak.

  Eric stared at the luscious female kneeling before him, still in disbelief, but the feel of her searching hands at his waist and the sudden slack feeling as she unbuckled and unzipped his trousers, letting them fall to the floor, convinced him everything was real enough. Then her cool hands were sliding around his bottom, delving under the waistband of his Y-fronts and cupping his cheeks, pulling him against her so that his limp penis nestled against her tummy.

  ‘I, er...’ he gulped.

  ‘You can kiss me now,’ she breathed, and immediately smothered Eric’s confused stammering with her full lips, her tongue searching into his mouth.

  Eric mumbled incoherently as her hands slid around to his front and grasped the penis that was now stiff and nudging against her. Now she had it in her fist Susie wanted it somewhere else, urgently, and a quick pull and swivel and Eric was flat on his back on the bed. Swiftly she was on him, kneeling astride his scrawny hips, aiming him up between her legs and holding her knickers aside, sinking happily onto a surprisingly large pole of very solid flesh. She let it penetrate to the hilt until she was grinding down against him, stirring up those wonderful sensations only recently satisfied by Andy. Cupping her breasts she sat upright, caressing her nipples and rotating her hips while Eric gargled helplessly beneath her. In no time at all he squealed and ejaculated. Susie shuddered with pleasure as she immediately climaxed as well, long and hard, her soft pink lips clutching spasmodically around the base of the pole that speared deep into her body.