The Blanked Girl Next Door

Paul recognized the woman. She was the shy French foreign exchange girl from down the hall that he’d had a crush on since their first day in the dorms. The blue collar around her neck meant that she’d signed up for a dose of the hyper-strong aphrodisiac at the university’s Student Body Rental Center. For the next three hours there would be nothing left of “Manon.” The drug turned off that part of her mind. She was nothing more than a mindless fuckdoll, hungry for sexual surrender; her body free to use.

A note was next to her.

“Paul!” It was his roommate’s handwriting, “Manon asked me to drop her body off for you. (I knew you had a crush on her, dude.) I’ll be on my date with Hugh, so pass her off to someone else on the floor when you’re done with her, okay? Don’t be greedy, it’s her first time being blanked man!”