Aphrodisiac

Kira's late and hauling ass to this big meeting. She'd been poking around a sex shop, gawking at toys like a kid in a candy store, and now she's racing down the hallway with her briefcase smacking her thighs. She slides into her chair still catching her breath. The lid on that little bottle of special pheromones she bought cracks open on impact, spilling a weird green mist that drifts up and spreads across the table before anyone notices. The fog works fast and dirty. It turns the meeting into a hot mess. The women start feeling it in their cores, thighs pressing together, breathing getting heavier, eyes going glassy with sudden, raw need. They don't know why, but they want each other. Bad. No way to fix it but skin on skin, hands grabbing, mouths biting, clothes getting shoved aside right there in the conference room. Pure, animal lust takes the wheel and nobody's stopping it.