Jason watched the girl’s body. Her little black dress was soaked with sweat and was clinging to her like a second skin, showing off her impressive figure and rock-hard nipples. The air was<em>thick</em>with her enhanced pheromones and they were transmitting but one message: Sex. Jason’s trousers were getting uncomfortably tight as he started to respond.<br/><br/>Suddenly, her hips thrust forward and she began to whimper and moan with raw need. The chip must have run its course. He had the restraints and gag ready to secure her for the night but first, he wanted to put the porn vendor’s claim to the test.<br/><br/>“Flash?” He asked, trying to get her attention as she slowly came down from her 2-hour orgy trip. “Flash?” The girl didn’t respond to his words, but she<em>did</em>respond to his touch as he lazily draw his hand over her lips, down her throat, over her full breasts and sensitive nipples. Wherever his hand was at the moment, she arched to press as much of her body into his touch as possible. He stopped just short of her soaking wet panties and instead of proceeding lower, repeated the movement to her immense frustration. “Flash, I want you to tell me all you know about Bunker Tim.  And if you are a good girl…” His stroking hand wandered lower again. “…then maybe I can do something about your…” He gave the stickily wet front of her panties a teasing pat before jumping up to her face again. “…<em>problem</em>”<br/>