One girl in particular, Chantelle, was their favourite. Many of the men said that when she approached the climax of her routine, they felt as if she was actually touching them, sometimes kissing them, stroking, licking even fucking them. Whatever movements she made or hinted at, they felt the corresponding sensations. They always tried to get eye contact with her, even if it was only for a few seconds, because then the experience was much stronger. A few even admitted to having had spontaneous orgasms.
I assumed they had been masturbating secretly or were just fantasizing but it turned out to be true. Going round some of the other bars and clubs I discovered that most of them had one or two girls who could produce all the sensations of sexual intimacy from a distance and, in particularly susceptible men and especially after eye contact, induce spontaneous orgasm.
I realised that research into telepathy was heading up a blind alley. It isn’t thoughts we transmit but feelings; and the messengers turned out to be chemical, minute almost undetectable traces, rather than any electrical brain-waves or any such nonsense.”
“Oh, like pheromones?” asks Monique. Moi laughs. “Actually pheromones are decomposition by-products; they don’t do anything at all. I planted that research as a smokescreen to cover the real truth. And my own research, where I built my reputation, is on related chemical messengers produced by anger, rejection and frustration. It’s a much weaker effect but there is enough going on to keep me funded and a little bit famous while I do the real stuff on sexual responses.”
Thu Jul 8 06:15:50 1999
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