The Secret Experiment Pt. 01

"Ughh, you're not fun at all." Abigail pouted, "I'm ready to get wasted, whore out, and have a wild night. But I'm stuck with Miss Goody Two Shoes over here!"

"You have plenty of other friends Ab. Friends that would be more than happy to go crazy with you. So why'd you ask me instead? Huh? Huh?" She demanded jokingly, jabbing Abigail's thighs with her right hand as she finished.

"...because..."

"Because why?"

"Because you'll stop me from doing anything too stupid... or insane."

"EXACTLY! So calm your butt and let's have a nice night. You're free, remember?"

"Yeah... I'm free."

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Experiment HQ, Los Angeles California

The two men sat in silence, both watching intently as the two woman pulled into the modestly sized parking lot of Frank's, the larger of the two bar's in town.

"Sir..." Johnson started, cutting himself short at the stern glare he recieved in return.

"Go ahead Johnson, I'm on the edge of my seat." The older man sighed.

"It's just..." The younger man choked out, "How strong of a dose did you give her?"

"How strong of a dose did I give her?" The man repeated with a grim smile which didn't quite reach his eyes, "I, did not give her anything Johnson, WE did. More specifically, a young recruit gave her a large dose - yes Johnson, LARGE. Now wipe the self righteous look off your face before I do it myself. Now, where was I? Oh yes, a young recruit gave this young lady a very generous dose at OUR behest.... 800 milligrams, to be precise."

"800 milligram- To what end is this?" Johnson asked, his voice raising several octaves as he abruptly rose from his seat, "We gave this poor girl SEVEN TIMES the standard amount? Why? Why??!??! What POSSIBLE scientific data can this help us acquire that we couldn't get from a willing participant?" He demanded, once again resuming his frenzied pacing.

"Because, you fool! The pharmaceutical benefits of this compound are far exceeded by the strategic ones! How blind are you?"

"You...." The older man continued, wagging a finger at his younger partner and fixing him a disapproving glare, "without a doubt are one of the most brilliant young mind's I've ever had the misfortune of meeting, and you still haven't realized?" The older man asked, frowning at Johnson's pacing figure over his glass of whiskey.

"You mean... no... No! The medical benefits of this compound are astronomical! It MUST reach the average consumer, it's IMPERATIVE that-"

"It's never going to market Johnson! We're weapon testing now, it's been decided, and that decision wasfar out of evenmy hands. Now sit back down! They're parking!"

Bringing the radio to his mouth, he pushed the button and barked into the receiver, "All personnel, targets incoming. Stay alert."

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"Frank's" bar parking lot, Kenville Arizona

"Alright babe, you ready?" Abigail asked, touching up her hair in the visor mirror.

"Uhh..." Jane cleared her throat, feeling a strange warmth washing over her newly flushed face. "Yeah... no... just give me a second."

"Are you okay?" Abigail asked, giving her a sideways glance as she began reapplying a layer of eyeliner, compulsively getting at a minor flaw she'd overlooked before leaving the house.

"Yeah... I'm great, it's just... huh." Jane murmured, staring off into space.

"Jane?" Abigail asked, halting her motions and casting a concerned look her friends way.

Jane gave a light, almost imperceptible moan as the warmth spread down her neck and through the rest of her body. Tickling the skin as it traveled downwards, her spine tingled and goosebumps grew atop her newly energized and highly sensitive skin.

"Jane?" Abigail repeated as Jane began to shudder slightly, the worry in her tone reaching new heights. "Jane! Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," she gasped, "Just give m- give me a sec... Hmmm.... Ahhhh...."

Groaning, Jane clutched the wheel as the bizzare but oddly pleasant warmth reached the top of her breasts. As her nipples were alit aflame from the heating sensation overtaking her body, she began to feel it in her feet. From her toes, to her heels, and eventually making its way up her calves and thighs, the two forces slowly made their way across her delicate form. Her belly sung in delight as her every nerve buzzed and hummed in unison. Her thighs contracted, screaming with joy as the foreign sensation overtook them.

It was all Jane could do to keep her mouth shut as she clutched the wheel so hard her knuckles turned white, staring intently ahead at the entrance to the bar, but not really seeing anything. Listening to Abigail's concerned voice asking her what was going on, yet not actuallyhearing. On the outside, she looked like she was about to be sick, but on the inside... she felt incredible.

As the warmth approached the now soaking wetness between her legs, she couldn't help but let out a quiet whimper of joy at the feel of it edging ever closer to her most sensitive spot. Despite any concern she may have felt at just what was happening to her... Jane was begrudgingly delighted at the prospect of where this was going. So when the two heatwaves finally met and became one all encompassing inferno of arousal and desire, assaulting her every sense and altering her state of mind.... she was ready.

Taking her clit first, and earning a yelp from her already slightly ajar mouth, the unfamiliar sensation then passed over her lips, spreading its heat inside of her and causing the most delectable of contractions to work their way inside of her, all the way to her cervix.

"Huuuhh ughhh hmmm" Jane groaned, her grip on the wheel faltering as she leaned forward and her body clenched up in a miniature climax, one which brought no relief or satisfaction, leaving her body desperate for further stimulation, "Fuck... ahhhh"

Panting, she looked over at Abigail, who had the forgotten bottle of eyeliner still clutched tightly between her fingers as she gaped at her friend with a miof horror and concern.

"JANE!" She shrilled, "What the fuck was that? Are you having a... fit? Or a god damn seizure?"

Looking at her friend, she couldn't help but admire her form in an entirely new way. She always knew she was beautiful, but now... she looked incredible. The kind of girl you'd want to pull close and wrap your legs around as you- "I'm fine, fine! Don't worry about me babe.... I just... I'm..."

"You're what?" Abigail begged with a wide eyed stare, "Do we need to leave? You can take me home an-"

"NO!" Jane shouted, cutting her off and earning an even more concerned look from the blonde beside her.

"No..." she said in a much softer tone, "it's your special night, we are NOT ruining it over... over this."

"Over WHAT?" Abigail demanded, a flash or irritation making its way onto her face, "Fucking talk to me. What the hell WAS that? That shit was fucking scary Jane, I thought you were gonna... I don't know... pass out! Or die!"

"Honestly... I don't know what the hell that was, there was a bunch of pressure, and heat, then... I... uhhh..."

"You, WHAT?" Abigail inquired in a tone which left no room for further deflection.

"I... came." Jane murmured, looking down at her lap.

"You... came?" Abigail raised an eyebrow, "Like, CAME came? Orgasm came?"

"...yes..."

Suddenly Abigail looked towards the ceiling of the car and let out a deep cackle which came from the depths of her belly, "Are you fucking kidding me girl? Oh my GOD! You scared the fucking shit out of me, you know that right? Are you good, is Adam not hitting that right or something?"

"No, of course he is! I just-"

"You just had a fucking orgasm from- what? The vibrations of my car's little baby engine? Us lurching to a stop when we parked?" Again Abigail cackled, this time so hard she was wheezing by the time she was finished, "I cannot fucking believe this! I wish! I WISH I could cum from a leisurely drive through a parking lot! Ha!"

"Are you ready Ab?" Jane asked, jumping between fantasies of wringing her friend's neck, and tearing her clothes off and plunging a finger between her legs. Whatever would stop her laughing.

"Yeah, I'm ready... whore."

"Shut up" Jane retorted, opening her door and making to get out before she was stopped by a gentle grip on her arm.

"Seriously Jane..." Abigail said with a serious look, "Are you secretly... into cars? Like REALLY REALLY into them? Because I think we can-"

"Shut up and get out Ab!" Jane snapped, jumping up and waiting to see her blonde head pop up on the other size of the car, then to Abigail's shock, adjusting her hemline to show off some more of her already generous cleavage, "Let's go get some drinks and find you a nice hard cock, huh?"

With that, she walked off and headed towards the front entrance, leaving Abigail to rush up behind her and catch up.

"EXCUUUSE me Ma'am?" She asked incredulously, "Who the fuck are you and what did you do with my best friend?"

"What do you mean?" Jane asked as they inched closer to the doors.

"What do- WHAT DO I MEAN?" Abigail yelped with a grin, "'Let's go find you a nice hard cock!' she says! She never fucking talks like that!"

"Who the hell are you talking to, psycho?" Jane asked, smiling from ear to ear, transfixed with the colorful neon lights illuminating the patio of the bar as they walked up the steps towards a bouncer.

"My imaginary friend! Okay?" Abigail chortled, flashing her ID and a sultry smile towards the large man and turning to face Jane as she rummaged through her purse to find her own, "The point is... you... you... well you almost sounded like me!" She finished with a touch of pride welling up deep within her.

Finally finding the ID in her cluttered bag, Jane flashed it to the bouncer and gave him a seductive smile of her own before grabbing Abigail by the hand and leading her to four empty stools at the corner of the long bar. As the two girls sat, she faced her friend and gave her a firm squeeze on the thigh.

"Abigail... my dearest... closest... fuckingsexiest friend," she said mischeviously, groping and prodding at her legs and waist with every word, "Have you ever stopped to think that maybe... just maybe... you're rubbing off on me? Just a little bit... bitch?"

Staring at her absolutely dumbfounded, Abigail's mout hung open as Jane spoke.... and touched, "What. The. Fuck. Has gotten into you girl?"

"Sorry, sorry," She said, wrenching her hands way and placing them up in the air, "I don't know what the hell's gotten into me. Maybe it's the-"

"No no no!" Abigail stopped her and grabbed her hands, placing them back on her legs, "No sorry's Jane. I fucking like it! Let your hair down girl, you never fucking do. Come on, we're celebrating tonight, right?"

"Really?" Jane asked, her heart racing in her chest as she felt a deep sense of excitement rising up her chest.

"Really." Abigail repeated, looking up at the bartender approaching with a smile. "Now let's get some fucking drinks."

"Hello ladies, are we paying cash or opening a tab tonight?" The bartender asked, approaching them and holding her hand out.

"Cash, I'll have-" Abigail began before being abruptly cut off.

"A tab please," Jane said, smiling at the older woman with a shiny red debit card in hand and smirking at Abigail from the corner of her mouth.

"Are you sure? You said you were only having one drink, I'm not letting you pay for me to-"

"Can we have four shots of tequila? That and two old fashioned's, make them doubles please." Jane asked politely as the woman took her card, cutting off Abigail once again.

"Comin' right up sweetie," the woman said, reaching below the counter and grabbing six glasses of varying sizes and a couple bottles of liquor.

"Four shots of- What are you doing Jane?" Abigail asked, hints of a grin making their way across her lips.

Jane said nothing, giving her a smirk as the bartender finished her work. After she slid the glasses towards them and worked her way to a group of rowdy young girls on the other end of the counter, Jane took a shot glass in either hand and downed them both, sipping the old fashioned from its sizable glass as a chaser and raising an eyebrow at her friend, "Well?"

"Well what?" She asked, looking around the room and leaning forward like she was about to hear a great secret.

"WELL! You wanted to get wasted, right?" Jane asked amusedly.

"Well yeah, but... what about tomorrow with Ada-"

"Shhhh" Jane leaned in closer and placed a finger on her lip, "Just drink."

Rushing to down a shot, Abigail grinned up excitedly, "Forreal? We're actually doing this?"

"Fuck yeah..." Jane grinned, taking a long sip of her drink and turning her stool to face the row of pool tables lining the center of the bar, observing the men and woman drinking, laughing, and dancing the night away. A confident grin on her lips, she gestured for Abigail to take her other shot and face the room with her.

Obliging, the blonde girl drank up and turned her stool, leaning back against the counter and sipping her mixed drink, "So, see anyone you like? For me, I mean."

"What am I, your handler?" Jane asked, taking a large swig of alcohol and smacking her lips.

"Are you kidding me? Of course you are," Abigail chirped, "like you said before girl, you keep me from doing anything stupid. Like... I don't know," she finished, gesturing towards a group of muscular men in the corner laughing loudly and hollering at a young brunette at the table beside them.

"Like what? Them?" Jane asked, stifling a giggle.

"Ughh" Abigail scoffed, "Like them. They look like such fucking assholes..."

"So what's the problem then hun?"

Snorting into her drink, she gave Jane a playful nudge, "You know what the damn problem is... I like it!"

Giggling loudly, the two women drank in silence for a moment before Jane turned to look at her friend, "You have horrible taste in men, lady."

"Don't I know it." She drank some more, accentuating her words with a sheepish grin.

"Look at them," Jane said, gesturing towards the boisterous group who were now threatening to fight another man who took issue with the comments they were making to the brunette, obviously his wife or girlfriend, "What makes you look at a guy like that and just wanna spread those legs of yours."

Abigail choked on her drink and gasped, "Seriously Jane, what the hell is with you tonight? But... hmm..." she stared pensively at the men.

The conflict was edging towards a breaking point. The other - smaller - man was furious, yelling at one member of the group in particular, a very tall, very large white guy with a buzz cut and a sleeve full of tattoos. The tall one jumped from his chair and got in the other man's face, looking down at him as he pressed his chest against the man, edging him backwards with the strength of his legs and core. The brunette had a hand on the other man's shoulder, trying her best to pull him back, the look on her face relaying the fact that she was obviously begging him to leave. He wouldn't though, Jane could see it on his face. His pride had been challenged, his ego bruised, and in typical male fashion - especially when alcohol was involved - such disrespect could not be tolerated.

Evidently, the next words to leave his mouth proved to be a bridge too far for the taller man, who winded back and punched him square in the jaw. The force of the blow sent the smaller man reeling, and his legs failed him as he tumbled to the floor. But not to be deterred, he jumped to his feet as best as he could manage, winding up for a punch of his own before another equally large man of a darker complexion got to his feet and shoved him to the floor. At that moment the entire bunch of them jumped up and threw their fists in the air, yelling and high fiving the tall tattooed guy who'd thrown such a magnificent punch.

In an instant, it was over. The brunette woman yelled out what seemed like a neverending string of profanities before practically dragging her man out the door, scolding the bouncer for doing nothing and getting little but a grunt in return. Such was the way of nightlife in Kenville...

"I don't know girl..." Abigail trailed off, a hungry look on her face, "...the heart wants what the heart wants, okay? Leave me alone!"

Jane heard the words, but was hardly listening. Too busy giving the tall tattooed man a much better pair of 'fuck me' eyes than she'd ever imagined herself capable of giving another person.

"More like what your pussy wants..." she finally croaked out, noting with a burgeoning sense of discomfort just how aroused the whole ordeal had gotten her. Her already soaked panties from the incident in the car were now practically dripping, and the heat she had felt earlier was returning in spades, once again sending a chill down her spine as she found herself imagining everything she'd like to do with - orfor - the tall, dominant man she'd just seen humiliate that poor soul. Her head was spinning pleasantly from the freshly imbibed alcohol, encouraging the unfamiliar, intoxicating thoughts swirling relentlessly through her lust addled mind.

Letting out a small giggle, Abigail slapped her on the shoulder and finished her drink, oblivious to the mental battle waging inside her friends mind, "I'm dry, so seriously, let's get to work. What do you think. Any good ones I can start shooting looks at? Jane? Jane? You there?"

"I'm here Ab..." she said, ripping her eyes away from the men and looking at her friend who was giving her a searching look.

"You okay?" Abigail asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine." Jane responded, turning back to the bar, "Bartender!! We need more shots!"

"Are you sure about this girl..." Abigail said wearily, "We're going pretty fast right now... I'm already feeling really tipsy."

"Fuck yeah I'm sure, live a little." Jane said, waving a dismissive hand in her direction, the alcohol emboldening her further and potentiating the effects of the drug she'd unknowingly consumed, "You're always telling me to let my hair down, and guess what! It's fucking down tonight. Let's get fucked up and find a nice big dick to play with."

"Jane, I- what the fuck are you talking about? You're marrie-"

"For YOU to play with I mean, calm down," Jane snapped playfully, twirling a newly filled shot glass between her fingers and raising it towards her friend, "To new beginnings?"

First casting a suspicious glance at her friend and her odd behavior, Abigail shrugged and raised her own glass, "To new beginnings!"

Downing their shots, Jane ran a hand through her hair and over her chest, beads of sweat beginning to form on her skin. "I feel fucking amazing girl..." she slurred, rubbing her skin up and down for a moment longer before tracing her friend's thigh with her finger, "Seriously. Fucking. Amazing"

Getting to her feet, she stood in front of Abigail and put her hands in the air, twirling and bobbing to the beat of the music filling the room, giggling and sending seductive glances at her friend staring slack jawed at her outlandish behavior.

"Okay," Abigail laughed, getting to her feet and placing her hands on Jane's waist, "No more drinks for you- hey! Designated driver, remember?"

Giggling loudly, Jane grabbed Abigail's hands and moved them down to her ass, "you said it yourself, you live five minutes away."

"Jane-"

"Nuh uh!" Jane yelled, twirling the two of them around and laughing loudly, "letting my hair down, remember? Now fucking dance with me whore, let's put on a show and see if anyone's interested."

"Oh my god!" Abigail shouted, looking around at the various men staring at them and stumbling over herself, "I am SO fucking drunk!"

"So am I," Jane leaned forward and whispered into her friends ear, giving googly eyes to the large tattooed man over Abigail's shoulder, and dragging her towards the center of the room.