Kikyo has worked for years developing a drug that boosts confidence in the user. All her hard work and dedication have done little more than ruin her marriage and use up her time, and her annoying new secretary isn't making that sudden epiphany any easier.

Note: Imagine a horribad 70's porno. Congratulations, you've imagined this fanfic.

A Lesson in Restraint

The new secretary was busy flirting with one of the lab techs again rather than getting her coffee like she was supposed to do. Rolling her eyes, Kikyo stepped out of her office just outside the lab and entered the sterile, white room. It took everyone a few seconds to realize she was there, and the stupid secretary was slowest of them all.

"Kagome, did I or did I not ask you for coffee fifteen minutes ago?"

The girl gasped, blank blue eyes going wide. "Oh, Mrs. Taisho, I'm so sorry, I'll—"

"Now."

Contempt clear in her face, she watched the idiot scramble to follow her orders like she should have done the first time. The girl was twenty, had never even thought of going to college and probably didn't have the grades to attend if it ever occurred to her. Work-appropriate wear did not exist in her wardrobe. Today, like most days, she wore a tiny skirt that seemed more like a belt. Her blouse was tight and revealing. Her legs were bare, feet in scarlet pumps. How she got her job at the development center for Taisho Pharmaceuticals was pretty obvious with just one glance. Unfortunately, Kikyo was stuck with the incompetent secretary.

In contrast, she was a woman who had been born great and constantly pushed herself towards something more. In college, she had gotten a scholarship not due to her sex but to her academics. Chemistry was her major, and right out of grad school she'd been hired by Taisho Pharmaceuticals, a division of Taisho Corp. In short order, she'd met the CEO and son of the founder, they'd fallen in love, gotten married, and now five years later he was the bane of her existence. After Kagome, that is. The minute they'd come back from their honeymoon, he wanted her to quit working. Her! Like she was any other woman!

Having worked herself into a fury once again, she finished her paperwork and set out for her meeting with the higher-ups. Kagome had not returned from her errand. Kikyo and her team had been working on this new drug for two years. It had put extra strain on her marriage and she was beginning to wonder why she'd ever married Inuyasha in the first place. Plopping the folder down in front of the men who would decide how far she'd be able to take her project, she waited.

"Mrs. Taisho, forgive me, but implementing testing for this drug would be far too risky. We don't fully understand how it works on the brain, and all the lab rats have experienced severe side-effects."

Kikyo shrugged. "Side-effects that are completely manageable. It's not like we wouldn't be able to find anyone willing to try it. Just give them a waiver and we can see what happens. The money we'll make from this will make up for all of it."

Another man cleared his throat. "I myself am unsure if there's even a market for this drug. A confidence pill? Alcohol's already a thing. Who greenlit this?"

"Of course there's a market!" she sneered. A prototype pill, one of many left over from the animal trials, was in her palm. "How many introverts would pay three hundred dollars a pill just to be who they've always wanted to be for once in their lives?"

The big boss shook his head. "Mrs. Taisho, we're bringing an end to your project. If you'd like, you can prepare another, submit it for approval, and go from there."

She was dismissed. Kikyo stomped back down to her office. They were only polite because she was married to Inuyasha. All the years of work she'd put into this, all ruined.

"Here's your coffee, Mrs. Taisho! A shot of caramel and extra whipped cream!"

Kikyo grimaced. She took her coffee black. An idea entering into her head, she slipped the quickly dissolving pill into the drink and handed it back to Kagome. "You drink it." What would the effects be like on someone who was already abnormally confident? It tickled her brain.

"Wow! Thanks, Mrs. Taisho! You're the best boss ever." Giving her a quick and very much unwelcome hug, she went back to her computer and didn't even wait for Kikyo to turn around before she started playing a game of solitaire.

The effects of the drug were much slower on a human. That first day, Kagome showed no signs. The second, when Kikyo brought her a bottle of water laced with the drug, she popped open a couple more buttons on her blouse. By the end of the week, Kagome had stopped wearing a bra or panties and her clothes became much, much sluttier. In a couple more days, her inhibitions were nonexistent, which Kikyo found out in a very direct way.

"Kagome!" she screamed, slamming down on her desk a report full of typos that she'd dictated to the girl just hours ago. Though she was a test subject, she was still a secretary, and she better do her goddamn job.

With a sheepish face, the girl entered the office. Her breasts bounced freely in the clingy pink top that ended just above her belly button. Her skirt was white cotton with a tiny ruffle at the hem. When she bent down to look at the papers on her desk, her ass was half exposed.

"Do you know why I called you in here?" she asked calmly. The drug had made Kagome even slower.

She began to cry. "W-w-why don't you like me?" she blubbered. "I try so hard and you still don't like me. Why? I like you!"

Kikyo snorted. "Do a good job and then we'll talk."

"Will this make you like me?" Kagome whispered, getting to her knees between Kikyo's legs.

Pulling her shirt off her head, she revealed her large breasts topped with perpetually hard pink nipples. Until this moment, Kikyo had been denying her attraction to the girl who was her complete opposite, but now she no longer could. Telling herself it was just another part of the experiment, she undid her lab coat.

"Undress me."

Now the girl followed her command like she never had before: exactly, eagerly. Like a slave. The thought excited Kikyo and she tugged Kagome up by the hair, pulling hard. The girl was gasping and rubbing herself against her like a cat in heat. Massaging the globes of her ass, Kikyo pushed her down on the desk, her pussy juice staining the report she'd been so frustrated about just a couple minutes ago. Spreading her secretary's legs, she leaned down to taste her. To her amazement, Kagome's clitoris was enlarged and an angry red. She sucked it into her mouth, moaning at the taste and the sound of Kagome's pleasured scream. Just like that, the girl came, wetness gushing from her and covering her chin.

"Can I lick your pussy, Mrs. Taisho?"

"In a moment," she said distractedly, wondering if she should preserve a sample of the cum and test it.

Deciding she had all the time in the world, she sucked on Kagome's nipples, the firm young breasts warm and soft against her lips. She responded perfectly, whining and arching her back, and for the first time Kikyo was glad the girl had been hired and sent to her. Going back to her chair, she opened her legs and nodded, and Kagome eagerly stabbed her tongue into her cunt, humming in happiness and swallowing her juices. The girl gave excellent head, and it wasn't long before Kikyo was crying out herself, slamming her secretary's face into her, suffocating her.

"Do you like me now, Mrs. Taisho?" she asked, licking the shiny mess off her face.

"I do, Kagome. You've been very good."

Even though she'd learned everything she needed to know and came to the conclusion that the drug was a failure, she continued to spike Kagome's drinks. Sitting on her face, sucking on her tits, and spanking her were the only things she had to look forward to anymore. The relaxation had her mind working on a new project, one that was better than anything she'd done before. Finally, Kikyo felt she was on the right track.

O\o/O

Inuyasha sighed in annoyance as he walked into his wife's place of work. Kikyo had missed their couples therapy again last night. One more strike and the counselor was going to let them go. When she'd arrived home hours later, they'd gotten into a big fight about her work hours and said some things they'd never said before. She'd left and spent the night at the office. He knew the bouquet of flowers wasn't going to fix anything, but it would show her he was trying.

He hadn't visited her office since they'd first started dating, but it was exactly the same. To his confusion, a woman who was not Kikyo sat at her desk.

Kagome eyed the intruder with an impassive face. Kikyo had told her to stay put and keep touching herself until she returned, and she'd already come three times already. The man was very beautiful and she already liked him very, very much. Her fingers moved faster under the desk.

"Um, is Kikyo here? I'm her husband."

She shook her head. "Mrs. Taisho is in a meeting right now."

Cursing, he threw the bouquet to the ground. "Fuck, of course she is."

"Hey. Do you like me?"

He gave her a strange look. "Lady, I don't like anyone right now. Not even me."

Alarm bells went off in her brain. Tears pricked her eyes. But wait! There was a way to change that! Scrambling out of her chair, she didn't even pull her skirt down, not noticing when his eyes widened at her exposed parts. Kneeling in front of him, she unzipped his khakis and stroked his quickly hardening cock.

"That's better," she giggled, giving it a kiss before sliding her mouth over it.

"Woah, uh, I'm married, all right?!" he protested feebly in a squeaking voice. "Not that you're not beautiful, but—"

She took him down his throat and then his hands were in her hair. Fuck. When was the last time Kikyo had gone down on him? Their honeymoon? And they hadn't had sex in months. He was tired of masturbating. His eyes crossed and he released a low moan when she sucked on the tip, massaging his balls. Her mouth worked him expertly, coaxing his cum into her throat just as Kikyo walked in the room.

"Well," she said after clearing her throat, "I think it's safe to say this experiment has been compromised."

Gasping, still clutching Kagome's hair, Inuyasha's eyes were transfixed on the girl cleaning his cock. He heard Kikyo but couldn't think of anything to say to her at the moment.

"Those flowers are for you," he breathed.

"I figured. Kagome, you'll be coming home with us."

Shooting to her feet, she jumped up and down and clapped her hands. "Yay!"

"Uh, what's wrong with her?" he questioned, not able to tear his gaze from her bouncing breasts.

"A lot. I'll tell you back at home."

He drove the two women back to the apartment, nearly getting into several accidents when he kept glancing in the mirror and watching Kagome touch herself in the backseat. Once they were inside, she stripped completely, revealing her lovely tanned body. Kikyo slapped his hand away as he reached out to touch the girl.

"Not yet." Going over to the couch, she sat down and patted the seat beside her. "Kagome, sit down."

The girl did, only she went straight for Kikyo's lap. His wife didn't seem to mind in the least, encouraging her to spread her legs and continue to slowly pump her fingers in and out of her pussy.

"How long have you been fucking her?" he asked, mouth dry. To be honest, he didn't blame Kikyo. He wasn't mad in the slightest, though he was a little peeved their roles had reversed to the extent that she had been the one out fucking her secretary under the pretense of working late.

"A few months. You remember the failed drug? Well, Kagome volunteered to be a test subject. This is what happened."

"Okay, cool." He wasn't listening anymore.

Dropping to his knees in front of his wife's secretary, he began to lap at her cunt, moaning when she ground herself against him. Kikyo kissed Kagome's neck and played with her nipples. His cock was achingly hard and he pushed the two women down to lay on the couch, shoving himself inside Kagome's prepared sheath. Her mouth open in a gaping smile, the girl's eyes urged him on and he was pumping away inside the best pussy he'd ever had. Kikyo moaned and reached down to rub Kagome's clit, turning her face and kissing her lips. The secretary clamped down on Inuyasha and squealed as she came, her ass raising and her hips thrusting back against him. It had been so long since he'd last been inside a woman that he spent himself immediately, pouring his cum inside her.

"I think this is going to be quite a satisfactory arrangement," Kikyo said contentedly.

Inuyasha didn't answer, too busy thrusting his tongue inside Kagome's pink, sucking mouth.

Having a brainwashed sex slave saved their marriage. They no longer needed their couples therapy, greatly surprising their counselor, who had considered them his most difficult case. Kagome was their therapy. Before they could even begin to fight, the girl calmed the situation down, jacking Inuyasha off with one hand and fingering Kikyo with the other. Their only arguments were over who got more time with Kagome, and those usually ended in a tangle of limbs as well. Everything worked out. Kikyo got to be the career woman she always wanted to be and Inuyasha had his stay-at-home piece of ass. She knew that had he been able to keep Kagome on the drug and divorce her at the same time, he definitely would have, and if she were able to leave him and still keep Kagome all to herself as a secret, she certainly would have. It was a stalemate, but it was better than nothing.

Rubbing Kagome's bulging belly, Kikyo hummed a lullaby and kissed her sweet former secretary's lips. She was about to pop. Inuyasha had knocked her up without her permission, but the girl seemed to want the baby, so she allowed it. Jacking himself off, Inuyasha sucked like a baby himself at her nipple, drinking her milk. Kikyo sighed in happiness. Sure, she only had a couple weeks supply of the drug left, but she figured she could make more, even though the recipe was lost thanks to Kagome's terrible secretarial skills. Maybe. She'd take life as it came at her.