Please refer to Compound 606, Chapters 1-3 for background
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Compound 606 Chapter 4: Wrong Floor at the Right Time
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Please refer to Compound 606, Chapters 1-3 for background
Author’s note: I started this series 10 years ago, but didn’t like the drafts I had for the next chapters, and I never published any more. Now that I have lost/forgotten my previous bad ideas, I actually want to write some more in this universe. The plot is minimal and derivative. Don’t get too excited. This is all just an excuse for graphic smut scenes with imaginary sexy people. Obviously all great sex is consensual sex and we should not abuse mind control substances to fulfill our own fantasies. This is fiction, not a moral guide.
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In the last 24 hours or so, my work, personal, and sex lives have all been completely up-ended. My friend and sometime research collaborator Marko suddenly left the country after discovering a pheromone-enhancing drug that would make anyone in range extremely suggestible and compliant, even to the point of forgetting recent events on command. He hadn’t finished testing on how long the effect lasts, the correct dosing, or any of the critical things one would need to know to bring a drug to market, but he feared what his Department of Defense funders would do when they got wind of his work. He left me to dispose of his papers because he was worried it would become apparent what he had discovered as everyone around him started to behave oddly. In a fit of poor judgement, curiosity, and no small amount of horniness, I injected myself with the same test dose of Compound 606 that Marko used, then hid his lab notebooks and the remaining vial in a safety deposit box.
This morning, my usually reserved and sexually suppressed girlfriend gave me the blowjob of a lifetime, before letting me lick her pussy to the most explosive orgasm she ever had with me, all based on a few vague suggestions and the right setting. To test the limits of suggestion, I asked her to forget I even came over and then sent her on the highly out-of-character task of buying lingerie and sexting me, which she was enthusiastically doing throughout the day while displaying no knowledge that I had been over at all last night or this morning. I went to campus to wrap up some work and use pheromone-enhanced suggestion to get my lab-mates to cover for me. While on campus, I managed to run into my fantasy dream girl, the impossibly sexy graduate student Kristie, who enthusiastically fucked me in a quickie in a training exam room after (once again) light suggestion and innuendo. I asked Kristie to dress in her sexiest outfit with a trench coat over it and come to Sarah’s apartment tonight, as well as to forget our first tryst, just in case. On the way to Sarah’s apartment, I stopped to get some sex toys and bondage supplies at a small boutique, where I had the two sexy sales clerks demonstrate their products and fuck each other, maybe setting them up to date each other after leaving. After a whole day of set-up, my big date with Sarah — and hopefully Kristie too — was nearly upon me.
I was still somewhat unsure of the duration of the effect of my suggestions after the time of direct contact. Sarah followed my instructions to go lingerie shopping and text me photos after we parted ways. Could this last longer than one day? Would Kristie show up tonight? Only time would tell.
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I fumbled with the keys at Sarah’s door. They didn’t seem to fit correctly in the lock. Just as I glanced up at the room number on the door and realized I was one floor below her actual apartment, the door flew upon. A young woman in matching light blue spandex shorts and a strappy-backed sports bra opened the door. She had a youthful face, very pale, with pale pink cheeks and green eyes. Her hair was auburn in color, damp around her forehead, long, slightly wavy, and pulled back in a ponytail that cascaded down the middle of her back. She had full, expressive eyebrows, a delicate nose, and soft-pink lips turned upward in a hint of a smile. She was fit, but did not have a hard, athletic body like Sarah and Kristie. Instead, she had the magic of youth, with flawless, pale skin covering her flat stomach and smooth, thin thighs. Even in a sports bra, her tits were large enough for a long crevice of cleavage above the sports bra. It was clear I had interrupted a workout.
“Oh I…sorry…” I mumbled, apologetic but not even bothering to hide my attraction as I looked her up and down. Her confused face softened immediately, as the now-familiar effect of my pheromones took effect.
“Well hello sir, how can I help you today?” she replied playfully, eyes sparkling with mischief.
“I, uh, think I’m on the wrong floor, actually…” I again trailed off as I looked her over.
“Wrong is a strong word for something you maybe just didn’t initially intend,” she teased.
“Well here I am, borne by the whims of fate.” I gestured at her workout clothes and towel draped around the back of her neck. “I hope I didn’t interrupt a good workout.”
“You did, but I’m nearly finished.”
I didn’t have infinite time for more interruptions and I was trying to pace myself on this marathon sex day, but she was just so stinking cute and fate did ordain we meet. “You wouldn’t mind if I watched your workout, would you?”
A momentary flicker crossed her face, wiped out by a million-watt smile, powered by the effects of Compound 606. “Sure, come on in!”
I noticed she had been casting a YouTube yoga instructor to her TV. A yoga mat was laid down on her living room floor, with furniture pushed back to the periphery of the room. I settled into the couch straight across from the TV. “Hey, I’m Dan, by the way. I don’t think I’ve seen you around the building, have I?”
The girl followed me into the living room after closing and locking her front door. “Hi Dan, I’m Maddie. I just recently moved in. I was living in on-campus housing at Tech [nearby college] but needed my own space.”
“Oh? What are you studying?”
“Well I’m a freshman but I am applying to the teaching program. I want to join the program for early childhood education.” Good thing she’s not aiming to be a high school teacher - all the boys (and girls too) would be too busy drooling over her to learn a dang thing.
“So, what do you need all the space for anyway? You have your boyfriend or girlfriend over a lot?”
Maddie blushed lightly, her fair skin showing every flush of emotion. “I’m not seeing anyone right now. I tried long-distance with my high school boyfriend but it didn’t work out. Now I’m just, um, having some fun, you know?”
“Yeah, I’ve got some idea,” I laughed, then gestured at her workout clothes and towel draped around the back of her neck. “Don’t let me keep you from your workout, though.”
She grabbed her phone and resumed the video. “I just have a few minutes left,” she said as she mirrored the instructor and assumed a seated lotus pose.
I just silently watched from behind her, and enjoyed the show as she moved through a series of poses with the instructor. At one point, she was in “downward dog” position, legs straight, ass high in the air, with her hands flat on the group and her torso rigid. Her long legs, slim, slightly toned, soft, and smooth stretched from her unblemished feet to her shapely butt. The tight spandex shorts stretched over her pussy mound, just visible between the tops of her legs as they met her ass. She had a very slight cameltoe where I could see, particularly due to the light blue color, the fold in the fabric at the slit in the middle of her mound, and that sight was enough to make me instantly hard. I was enamored by her flexibility and grace. Her lithe body easily contorted into difficult positions that made it clear she was a regular practitioner.
This was all well and good but I wanted to see what was under those yoga shorts and this was shaping up to be a day where all of my dreams were coming true. “Hey Maddie, I think those tight clothes are holding back your potential. How about you should take them off to finish your workup.”
As was becoming familiar, the effect of the pheromones from Compound 606 made her think my suggestion was her idea. “If you don’t mind, then, I could really push these stretches if I didn’t have all this fabric holding me back.”
“Oh I don’t mind. Naked yoga is the best way to practice.”
She paused the instructional video and stood up gracefully, already pulling her sports bra off over her head. I sat back and feasted my eyes with Maddie’s incredible breasts. Just like the rest of her, they were youthful, perky, and soft, with pale pink areolae that seemed to blend into her pale white skin on the edges and small round nipples that punctuated their lovely architecture. They were large on her lean frame and had a very pleasing bounce as they were freed from the crushing sports bra, then swinging pendulously as she bent forward to whip off her shorts. She stood back up and made a sort of cheerleader pose with one hand on her hip and the other cocked over her head. She was a stunning picture of glowing, youthful beauty. I smiled and mock applauded the little show.
She crossed her feet standing and fell straight back into a cross-legged sitting position before resuming the video and tossing her phone. I watched, enraptured, as she continued her stretches and poses, now fully nude. In a wide straddle, I had a clear view of her pussy, with shaved, puffy outer lips and a thin line of the lightest pink inner labia that gathered almost like a rosebud at the entrance of her vagina. A tuft of thin reddish brown hair, a shade darker than her head-hair, was left just above her slit. The outer lips gleamed with the light sheen of sweat covering her body. I struggled to take my eyes off as she moved and contorted through her poses. From behind, her pussy looked like a muscular egg shape pushing out between her shapely thighs. From the front, it looked clean and soft and delicate. With legs spread wide it looked like a pink flower emerging from the slit of her pale outer lips. She was magnificent. Time passed in an instant, and the video ended after only about 5 more minutes. As she got up from her final lotus pose, she grabbed a towel to wipe off the thin layer of sweat on her forehead.
“I hope you enjoyed the show,” she said, teasingly.
“Oh I did, very much,” I replied, sincerely. “It was performance art and athletic prowess, all in one beautiful package. Thanks for letting me experience that with you.”
She lowered her eyes, suddenly timid as she felt my eyes hungrily drinking in her beautiful body. I felt I needed to say something to break the silent tension. My mouth started moving before my brain had a plan: “Listen… if you are looking to just have some fun, I am getting ready for a… sort of… dinner party tonight and I wouldn’t mind some company while I’m setting up.” I really didn’t know what I was planning myself at this point, but I had been drenched in sex since I woke up on this crazy day, and once again happened to find myself face to face with a gorgeous and willing (or seemingly willing due to the powerful pheromones I was spraying everywhere) partner. Why should I do anything alone when I could do it with a hot chick instead? I started thinking of my to-do list for the epic date I was planning: “Are you any good in the kitchen?”
She actually burst out laughing, a cute, musical laugh that made her ample and shapely breasts jiggle adorably. “Dan, I’m a college student. I can make ramen and order take-out, and that’s about it.”
“OK fair enough. I might have some errands I could use help with tonight. But first I think you need a shower and I am so, so eager to help with that first.”
Next thing I knew, our clothes were in a heap and we were both standing in swirling steam in her shower. “Let me soap you up, you dirty girl” I teased. I worked up a lather in my hands as she leaned back into me. Embracing under the running warm water, I ran my hands over Maddie’s slippery, wet, perfectly smooth skin, massaging her breasts and slipping my fingers over her nipples as she drew in a sharp breath. I gripped and massaged her shoulders and upper back as she moaned and rolled her shoulders back into me. I soaped down her back and back around her waist before I reached between her legs and used the last of my suds to soap the smooth mound I found down here. At this, she moaned again and wiggled her butt back against my semi-erect cock. I grabbed more soap and ran my hands all over her body again, this time squatting down to rub down each leg before I came back again to fondle her pussy. This time I continued to massage her outer lips, hood of her clit, around her opening, down to her anus.
With one hand, I grabbed some more soap and worked it all around her puckered rose before pushing a finger just inside.. She jerked a little in surprise, but then giggled and relaxed.
“Something tells me I’m not the dirty one here,” she teased, as she jiggled her butt again, now with my soapy finger still just inside her.
“You have no idea,” I replied, as my finger popped out of her tight ass-ring.
With a grin that melted my knees, she almost purred, “seems like I’m about to find out.” All I could do was grin back. I continued to wash her whole undercarriage while massaging around her whole body for a couple minutes, then we both finished up and shampooed. As I stepped out of the shower, she was touching up her legs with a razor.
Flirting with Maddie felt so fun and natural, I could hardly believe she could be some sort of mind-controlled drone after exposure to Compound 606-induced pheromones. Every person I have interacted with after I injected myself with Compound 606 had a different reaction to the effect, leading me to guess that their quirks and personality traits are not over-written by the hypnosis-like commands I can give to people exposed to my pheromones recently. Subjects rationalize their decision to do whatever I ask by fitting it into their own beliefs and expectations about how the world works. I was certainly really enjoying meeting the sexy personas of the beautiful women in the time after my own treatment with 606. Sarah was warm and loving; Kristie was spontaneous, high energy, and raw. Aditi was mischievous and dominant, while Grace was sweet and shy. So far Maddie is flirtatious and playful. I love it. I love her.
I love her? More like lust after her. But more: I like her vibe, her laugh, her apartment, her workout routine. In another life, I would want to be her boyfriend. If I honestly liked these women, was it wrong of me to control them and coerce them knowingly using powerful pheromones? Obviously, yes, it was wrong. I also didn’t have any way yet of turning it off. Anyone who came near me would be exposed. I was starting to understand why Marko fled. Maybe he was sitting in a cabin in the deep woods, where no-one else would be subjected to powerful mind control. I really hoped the effect wasn’t permanent, but for the moment, my curiosity and lust won over again over my moral side.
I snagged a clean towel from the shelf, and checked myself out in the mirror as I toweled off. I’m tall (about 6’2”), have all my dark brown hair that I keep pretty stylishly cut, and have green/blue eyes. I work out a lot. Though I’m overall thin, I have defined pecs and shoulders that taper into flat abs —sometimes looking like a something-pack. My dick is on the generous side of the height/dick ratio at around 8 inches when fully hard, and I keep my pubes shaved/trimmed low so it looks a little bigger (good trick). It’s uncut but the glans pushes out of the foreskin when it’s all the way erect. I use lotion and facial cleanser and shit and my skin is clear. All my body hair is trimmed or shaved. I honestly look pretty damn good, most of the time. I tend to do well on dating sites and in real life, though I usually have minimal “game.” Still, I have to imagine that even without Compound 606, I might be sexually interesting to a young woman. Recently though, with a zero percent chance of rejection, my confidence has been off any scale imagined by humans, and I was on a sexual tear. Had I come on this strong without the 606, I might have scored a few hits, but I had never tried being so bold before. I still think myself pretty kind and gentle for an amoral monster, and I look like someone I would imagine the straight chicks would be hoping to meet at the bar. It can’t be such a terrible fate for those affected to experience some intense temporary pleasure with me. Maybe I’m just some twisted Cupid, spreading pleasure and orgasms to all the land…
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Once dry, I wandered into Maddie’s bedroom. It was a classic college girl’s bedroom, with white Christmas lights around the ceiling, cheaply framed foreign movie posters, and pictures of Paris. I hadn’t much of a chance to poke around when Maddie appeared in the doorway, wrapped in a towel, eyebrow raised suggestively. If I was still wrestling with the ethics and practicality of yet another sexual encounter on this blessed day, it all evaporated in an instant. Wordlessly, I beckoned her towards her low platform bed. As she came near me, I embraced her and pulled her in for a long kiss. Her lips were pillowy and so soft, and her body just melted into me. I shifted my hips to pivot and toss her down on the bed. Laughing, she launched herself, landing on her butt and falling back into the bed. Her hair splayed out all over her pillows and her limbs fell akimbo. I leaped on her, stopping myself on my arms before our bodies collided, and then slowly lowered myself down to kiss her again.
“My god you are gorgeous” I murmured as I kissed down her soft, clean neck, still warm from the shower, continuing to her collarbones, then her breasts. Here I stopped and played with her nipples with my tongue while she squirmed and giggled with obvious pleasure. I went back and forth from each side, gently massaging and kneading her breast up into my mouth, swirling around and then sucking in her nipples, until her breathing quickened and her face started to flush with arousal. I then resumed my journey downward. “You know, I haven’t had lunch yet; maybe you will suffice as a snack.” She giggled again as I blew lightly on her stomach. I looked up and met her eyes, “I bet guys your age are terrible at eating pussy. Let me show you how good it can feel.”
I positioned myself between her legs, deeply breathing in the faint vanilla smell of her sheets, and her clean skin with a faint aroma of her fruit-scented soap, along with the unmistakable trace of a wet pussy. I placed a deep, wet, slow kiss on the opening of her vagina, using a wide flat tongue wet with saliva to press the outer lips apart and find the slippy, salty wetness just inside. Then, without breaking contact, I ran a wide, soft tongue to the top of her slit to press against the firm nub of her aroused clit. She actually yelped a bit, but then followed that with a satisfied moan. Maybe a little too sensitive this early. I worked my way back up and down her slit, pulling one outer lip and another with my lips and sucking gently, tracing the inside of her opening with a firm tongue, and then coming back to the clit to suck and lick once she warmed up more. After a few minutes of work, she was breathing hard and moaning with every lick. Her pussy lips opened wider as her lips swelled with arousal, and her clit was as hard as a marble, peeking out from its hood. Now I took two fingers and traced it through the mix of saliva and pussy juice, the mucous threads stretching between them. Once they were covered and slick, I worked one, and then two fingers inside her pussy while I placed my lips broadly around the area of her clit and sucked with increasing pressure. Finally I curved my fingers back up towards the front wall of the pussy as if they were reaching towards my lips from the inside. Maddie’s hips were bucking, and her moans were insistent and prolonged, mixed with some squeals. She seemed very close to cumming, so I decided to tease a little and stretch the moment out. As I released my suction and softly licked around the outer parts of her pussy, she whimpered at the loss of stimulation until I came back to sucking on her clit. I alternated this for a while, building her closer and closer before releasing the pressure from inside and out each time she seemed on the edge. But I wasn’t done yet. I pulled my hand out of her and grabbed her thighs, flipping her over easily to the prone position. I then pulled her body to the edge of the bed and knelt on the floor, her hips bent over the corner of the mattress and her legs dangling over the edge. I gently spread her legs further and reached one hand down from her waist to cup the upper part of her mound, where I could feel her engorged clit like a small grape under my palm, my fingers tracing down her pussy lips and spreading them. I kissed her opening, enjoying the sweet and slippery inner surface of her inner lips.
My tongue, lips, and cheeks were covered in clear, slippery fluids by this point, as I started to work my way upward from her pussy to her freshly cleaned asshole. She seemed to pause her motions as she realized where I was heading, but made no move to stop me. I hadn’t given any direct commands in a while (maybe since I motioned her to the bed), but it was clear what I wanted from her. I held her in place with my hand reaching under her belly and resting between her legs. For an instant I wondered about what minimum level of communication was necessary to change behavior after exposure to suggestibility pheromones, but this was no time for scientific observations. I plunged my tongue against her anus, starting with similar wide, slow strokes as I had with her pussy, before prodding wetly with slightly more force against and around the folds, working in a circular motion one way, then the other, as I felt the tight donut of muscles relax and soften. As it had just been scrubbed, the skin was clean and fresh, with a somewhat more pungent taste than her sweet pussy, but not at all off-putting. I continued tonguing her ass as I massaged her clit with my palm with increasing speed and force. I took a small breather for a second just to bring my other hand to the party, between her legs from behind, placing my still slippery two fingers back inside her hot, wet pussy. I stretched them inside her until I found as far as I could reach along the back wall of the pussy, behind the cervix, and started making a small circular motions while pressing gently but deeply. I continued rubbing over her clit with my open palm, and finally the coup d’gras: I shifted my wrist down and out of the way, and brought my tongue back to her asshole, kissing and licking all around. This time, as her hips started to buck and her moans turned more like shrieks, I kept up the pace, slightly increasing the pressure at all three points of contact. I used both my hands to hold her hips firmly so I could keep my tongue in her ass, and the bucking increased in speed until it was almost tremors. A low guttural moan slowly grew into a yell of “OMIGOD JESUSFUCKINGCHRIST OMIGOD” and so on, as pussy juice dripped down my fingers to my wrist and her whole pelvic floor contracted in a relentless rhythm, her asshole winking with every pulse. After what seemed like 30 seconds straight, she finally started to relax, still murmuring “ohgodohgodohgod.” I slipped my hands out and out from under her, still kneeling between her legs, staring at her slobbering pussy, still occasionally pulsing and shuddering as she recovered from a shattering orgasm.
“Fucking hell, Dan! No-one’s ever done that to me before.”
“What?” I laughed, “made you cum?”
“Uhhh, eat my ass out.”
“Felt good, huh?”
“Fuck you for unlocking a new kink, you son of a bitch,” she teased. “How can I go back to normal orgasms after that?”
“Why would you ever want to?” I teased her back. “Stick with me and I’ve got more where that came from.”
She rolled over, shaking her head and staring at the ceiling. “Seriously, what the fuck have I been missing…” and after a short while, “What about you?”
“Got anything left in the tank?” I asked. “That seemed like a massive cum.”
“God yes!” she offered. “I’m so ready to go! Get that dick over here!”
She patted the bed, and I lay down on my back. My dick was so hard after eating her out that it stood up like a tower. Maddie crawled up on me, then reached between our legs to guide me inside her as she squatted herself down on my cock. She was still slippery, basically dripping, from her massive orgasm, and I easily slid past her soft lower lips until the head of my dick was completely inside her. I thought my head was going to explode from how soft and tight and slippery and hot it felt inside her. She continued, so slowly, to impale herself on me as I trembled from how good it felt, until our pubic bones met and I was completely enveloped by her pussy. She buried her face tightly in my neck, kissing, sucking, and then moaning and whimpering as I started to move my hips around, flexing my cock deep inside her. After a minute of this tight togetherness, we both started to move our hips apart and together, meeting in the middle in a slow rhythm. Maddie’s beautiful young face was framed by wisps of hair plastered in place by a sheen of sweat, and she wore a heavy-lidded, ecstatic, lustful expression that turned me on even more.
She started to rock into my pelvis in a moderate rhythm, my dick buried deep inside her. Her pale chest was flushed pink with her recent orgasm. She brought her legs up to a squat position, and as she rose, I could see her fat pussy peaking between her slim legs, gripping my dick as she slid up towards the head. As she rode my cock, her ample breasts swayed near my face, so I grabbed one and started sucking her nipples, first one tit, then the other, feeling the nipples grow firm under my tongue as I sucked and licked. I reached both hands down to grab her ass and to guide her hips as the amplitude of our fucking grew, her greedy young pussy now slurping my cock from the tip to the hilt. I opened my eyes and soaked up the vision of the lithe body I was just watching at yoga, now contorting and exerting itself up and down my cock. Her soft whimpers and moans became more insistent, but did little to cover up the lewd, wet, plunging sounds of my dick disappearing into her body.
I started to push my hips up harder with each thrust, grinding against her pussy as I bottomed out inside her from below. I could tell she was starting to ride the edge of an orgasm when I gave her the harder, deeper thrusts. I was in a teasing mood, so I paid close attention to her moans and breathing and started to bring her closer before I dropped my hips and left her pussy empty for a beat. After I repeated this pattern a few times, she looked quite frustrated and desperately horny when I pulled her back from the edge. I teased her a little, “Oh I’m sorry, did you want to come again so soon?”
“Just. Get. That. Dick. Inside. Me. Now,” she replied, her teeth gritted jokingly as she forced my shoulders down to the bed and jammed herself down all the way on my cock. I laughed a little but leaned into her rough-housing and lifted my leg and shoulder hard enough to flip her off me onto the bed. She shrieked and laughed as I turned her onto her belly and held her wrists down, kissing her neck, face and ears while I whispered how much she turned me on and how badly I wanted her. I was straddling her legs and hips as she arched her back and showed me her pussy between her legs. I let go of her wrists, straightened up, and guided my cock inside her hungry, slippery cunt from behind. She pushed her hips back into me with a moan and within seconds I was absolutely railing her again while she moaned and yelped as I bottomed out inside her. Her perfect, pink asshole was winking at me as she clenched her pelvis around my invading spear. In a fit of inspiration, I swabbed my thumb around her sloppy wet pussy lips, smeared her own natural lube around her asshole, still damp from my tongue, and pushed both my thumb (in her ass) and my dick (in her cunt) at the same time. Overwhelming feelings of warmth, tightness, and wetness assaulted my senses as my thumb in her asshole tightened her pussy even more than it already was. I could feel my balls starting to tighten up, and in perfect time, her moans were getting frantic with all the stimulation I was giving her, until she screamed out and fell flat on the bed, legs shaking and ass convulsing. At the same moment I started shooting ropes of cum over her ass and thighs, until I fell down beside her, panting from the exertion and the intensity of my own orgasm. I gently slapped her tight butt and let my hand lie there, sticky from my own cum.
“I think we are going to need another shower,” I chuckled.
As I finally pulled my clothes back on, clean and with some post-nut clarity, I wondered how long I could keep this up. I was getting sidetracked by every single pretty girl I saw, and I suddenly seemed to be seeing many. I hadn’t taken any time to review the details of Marko’s notes. I don’t know how long this hyper pheromone producing effect will last in me, or how long it will the affect will last on other people without whiffs of my pheromones. I also don’t know what kind of risks I was taking with my own mind, my own health, or my own ethics; not to mention all these wonderful people whose free will I obliterated (temporarily, hopefully?) for my own base gratification. I shoved these uncomfortable thoughts back down. I still had my epic party “a trois” coming up tonight and this was no time for weakness. I gave Maddie a list of errands to run for me, then gave her a peck on her adorable, soft cheek, and finally made it up one flight to my girlfriend Sarah’s actual apartment. This time, my key turned easily in the door.