There were no two ways about it: Suzie was hot. If you walked past her on the street, you'd know it right away. If she were wearing track pants and a sweater, you'd still know it. But she wasn't. She was wearing a short black skirt with a slit over one thigh, and a white t-shirt so tight and thin it was like a second skin. Her fuck-me boots had six inch heels, and her blond hair was so straight and perfect it looked like a photograph. But she was as frigid as a Canadian winter, and at twenty-two she'd only slept with three men, all in major relationships. But Suzie was going to change, whether she liked it or not.
Markus' first experiences with MDT were at a pharmaceuticals lab in Virginia. They were doing the first human trials of an antidepressant, metadylamine, and the memory loss and temporal lobe shutdown it caused were major disappointments. The decision was made to attempt to counter these effects by adding tryptinol. The first ever batch of MDT. It was a mess. The euphoria and lust the subjects felt were compounded by a total lack of judgment, and memory dysfunction. Markus was one of the biochemists who'd had the tryptinol idea, and he was sacked. So that's where Suzie's problems began: an out-of-work doctor, with a lot of MDT.
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Suzie sat at a bar, waiting for a drink. Some guy was talking to her, some loser. He was coming on to her, of course. That happened a lot. She was trying to look away from him, so she never saw the powder he tipped into her drink. She didn't feel it coming on, and she felt relaxed, and natural. So when he asked her head into the men's room with her, it seemed like a pretty good idea. She was starting to feel hot.
They walked into the bathroom, and he looked at her.
"You like to suck cock, you fucking slut?" he asked.
