“What kind of shot is this? You look like you’re prepared for a long night, there.”
“It’s a mixed drink. It’s called a surfer on acid. Bartender didn’t know how to make it, so I had to give him some guidance. You’d think in a surfing mecca it’d be a staple, but whatever.”
“What is it?”
“Jagermeister, coconut rum, pineapple juice, etcetera.”
“Ugh. I hate Jager.”
“You won’t even taste it, trust me.”
“Okay, I’ll trust you, but I reserve the right to complain.”
“You won’t, believe me,” she said, grabbing the shaker and giving it a few more shakes before pouring a generous helping into each glass. “Down it quickly,” she admonished, raising her glass.
“Um, okay.”
“To not pissing off friends,” she said, clinking my glass. I smiled and downed my shot.
“Not bad,” I replied after downing it.
“Told you. I wouldn’t steer you wrong.”
“Okay, fine, you were right.”
“I’m often so. It’s an annoying trait, I’m told.”
“It can be.”
“Well, I’ll just have to learn to deal with your annoying traits if we’re going to be friends.”
“Cool,” she said, emptying out the rest of the shaker into each glass, “let’s kill the last remnants of this before the ice dilutes the rest of it.”
“Sounds good.” We clinked glasses again and I drained the last bits of my glass. “You’re a very intriguing woman, Mariah.”
“Thanks, I think.”
“No, I meant it as a compliment.”
“I know, I was just fucking with you.”
“Fair enough. I was just intending on this week being a boring work exercise, learning some, goofing off, and maybe…” My stomach suddenly lurched. I paused and took a moment to try and compose myself.
“And maybe what?”
It was one of the strangest sensations I’d ever had. Literally, one moment I was fine, chatting away amiably, and the next my body felt a tingly, distinct rush. My head was on fire, my tongue was thickening, and my heart rate increased. I waited a few seconds, pausing to see if it would pass, and it didn’t. I started to panic. I was going to throw up, soon, it felt like. I had to get back to my room, pronto.
“Are you okay?” she asked.
“Umm…I don’t know. I’m feeling a little bit funny. I think I’m going to be sick.”
“Oh no!”
“Yeah. Listen, I hate to be rude, but I think I’m going to go back to my room and lie down.”
“No problem. I’ve got the check. We’ll hang out some other time.”
I got up and made a beeline for the elevator. Riding up one floor, the sensation increased, I began to fear I might not make it and wondered if I should have gone to the lobby bathroom instead. As the elevator opened, I dashed for my room and ran straight into the bathroom. I centered myself over the toilet and readied myself for the inevitable, breathing hard as I prepared to be sick, but nothing happened. My stomach roiled and flipped once, then a second time, and then just as suddenly as it had started, my wave of nausea passed. I waited for one more moment, took a leak, and then exited to the bathroom to sit on the bed.
I felt okay, overall. I was still quite warm so I ditched my shirt, and, since I was slightly sweating, my pants as well. I normally run cold so it was a very odd sensation. I sat there in my boxer briefs, feeling an odd, rising body buzz, warm and getting uncomfortable. I reached over into the minibar fridge, grabbed a bottle of water, slightly cursing the waste of eight bucks, and downed the entire thing in about 60 seconds and four gulps. Sitting there, feeling this strange buzz and warm sensation, I wasn’t sure what to do. I no longer felt sick, but didn’t feel entirely normal, either. I switched the TV on, and as I began to get comfortable, another wave of body buzz hit me, this one even more intense, but without the stomach flip. My skin felt odd, and when I touched my arm I felt a tingle of pleasure, and found myself smiling and closing my eyes at the sensation. My cock began to swell involuntarily in my shorts, and as I looked down, I noticed the head poking out past the waistband. I reached down and began absentmindedly fondling my engorged prick, and as I touched myself, began to feel some sparks firing off throughout my body. My erection felt like granite and I realized I was incredibly horny. Maybe it was just a reaction to the alcohol and Mariah’s presence, but I was hornier than I could remember being for years. I was desperate to get some release, which seemed like it was a ways off on the horizon. I was unconcerned with where my cum went, too horny to even find porn, all that mattered was getting to that sweet ejaculation that I knew was in the distance somewhere.