One of my main jobs in last couple of months has been going to work at the races. Few different racecourses, mostly in the South-West. Now it was (and still is) a good opportunity to test pheromones, as there are always some new people to meet, but there is also quite a few who are alway there, no matter which racecourse it is.
The stories below won’t be very chronological. But somehow it makes more sense this way.
One of the regulars is Holly. She’s one of the managers in the company that does catering for most english racecourses. She’s very young, 22 maybe. Very beautiful (a 10 I’d say, tall, natural, fresh, spectacular, with a smile that melts hearts) and confident. A little bit bitchy, but I guess you have to be bitchy when you’re a boss to different set of people everyday, some of which are not very good in doing the job you want them to do.
We grabbed each other’s attention from the first time. It was usually rather rough, we would say mean things to each other, call each other names or tell to go and fuck oneself, but also every time I’d go to work there, she would wait and make sure that I was in her team. A couple of times she was literally having a big argument with another manager over me. That was A314.
Amazing thing happened last time, when I added 2 shots of Ammo. Suddenly, there was no bitchiness at all. She was smiling at me all day, chatting me up, complimenting me. She asked me to teach her some polish words. She explained that she decided to learn a foreign language in case she’s got a foreign boyfriend in future. I asked what about the current one, the one she loves so much and got him that expensive miniature waterproof videocamera that he can attach to his surfboard. “I consider other options as well, you know”, she said. She told me how much I impress her with my ability to speak several languages. At the end of the day she said that I was “totally ace” and gave me a big hug, going “mmmmmmm” in my ear. That was sweet, I’ve never seen her going physical with anyone.
Another girl worth mentioning is Kelly. A bit older, mid- to late twenties. I developed a little crush on her. We worked together a few times in Holly’s team. Kelly is rather short, redhead, freckled faced, dreamy light-blue eyes that always look somewhere far far away. I’d say she’s got the same kind of beauty as Kristin Scott-Thomas. A bit more earthy and country-side’y though. It turned out, Kelly is in fact from a good, respected countryside family. She’s just finished her masters in architectural studies, but does some random jobs for lack of a proper one. We hit it off straight away. Maybe it’s a bit wrong, as we were at work, but I’ve been practicing some pua stuff on her, like negs, disqualifiers, i-don’t-give-a-shit body language etc. It worked, she was making a lot of effort to make sure that I’m facing her, gave me much kino as well, playful punching on my arms, stroking my hair. That, again, was A314 only.
One time when I went to work there, there was no races. It was a ball at the racecourse. Big room for 400 people. I was hoping to see Kelly, but she wasn’t working that day. I was wearing A314 (as usual at large, all-night-long events, I was applying additional drops every 90 minutes or so, so it was quite a lot from some point on), plus a bit of P74 and my last vapors of A1. Some 2 hours into the ball, someone shouted my name from one of the tables. It was Kelly, she had attended the ball as a guest. She was there with her boyfriend and some more friends. She looked amazing, in a dark-blue strapless dress. Aaaand, she was already really drunk. When I approached, she got up, jumped towards me and spread her arms to hug me. She did it a bit too quickly though… her boobs popped out. She completed the hug anyways, then stepped back a little and got her hands busy sorting it out. Looked me straight in the eyes whilst doing it, and smiled like a cute child. We exchanged greetings and I went back to work. Her boyfriend didn’t look happy about it all, but stayed sitted.
She found me later, when I was walking across the room. Wrapped her arm around my waist, walked with me, rubbed her face against the side of my neck (yeah, there was a lot of the good stuff there) and licked my ear! Crazy girl. I love naughty girls, at that moment I wanted to marry her and have million babies with her. That walk made quite a stir in the team, almost everybody’s seen that. I don’t think anyone (apart from myself and probably Holly) remembered Kelly from work, there’s too many people changing everytime. So they all were like “why is this beautiful lady hitting on one of our waiters, and why does he act like it’s the most natural thing in the world?”. Some guys were actually congratulating me later, they though I’d picked her up that night. One person that I’ve noticed watching the walk, was a barmaid I’ll call Camomile Girl. Not exactly spectacular, but kind of noticeable. Short-haired blonde, smiling a lot. I talked with her for a few minutes at the end of the ball, in the morning, when I was going home already. It was short, but man, was it great. I regretted later that I hadn’t taken her number. Since then, I was hoping to see her whenever I was going to work there. No luck though. Until recently… stay tuned 
A few months ago I was working temporarily in a little restaurant, replacing a manager who was in hospital. It was in a little village near to the city I live in. Many locals were coming there for lunch regularly, so I got friendly with them, even though it was only few weeks.
I got really surprised lately, when I saw a portrait of one of those villagers, let’s call him Alan, on a wall of another restaurant, in a racecourse 200 miles away. Apparently he’s a very famous horse trainer. Like, absolute top, number one celebrity in this sport, at least in the south half of England. One time, I was serving one of the so-called private boxes - cozy lounge rooms with balconies to the actual racetrack. After probably 4 (of 6) races, Alan came to the lounge I was working at. There was a lot of his friends and business partners, and they had a lot to say to him - his completely new and inexperienced horse had just won the race after the same jockey fell off twice in two previous races, of two much more experienced and higher rated horses. Funnily enough, when he entered the room, he first started talking to me. “Hey, I know you from Kevin’s place, we were wondering why you disappeared, so what you’ve been up to, what a nice surprise to see you” etc. It was really awkward, I guess it must have been P74 that I’d just added to the usual A314 that Alan was exposed to many times before, in Kevin’s place.
I’m still not sure how P74 works, but I will be reordering it for sure. I didn’t experience much consistency (didn’t expect any, either, as no consistent circumstances or even set of targets to work with), but what I did experience was absolutely magic.
Well, there still is a tiny bit in the bottle, I might need it on wendesday, when Yana has a day off and comes to the city to help me with shopping for jeans, judging how my butt looks in different models etc. I shall take her to Ann Summers, too 
I really need to buy a decent car sometime soon, one that I’ll really like. I decided on a nice coupe that was made for a short period of time around 10 years ago and is so beautiful that I’m sure it will be a respected classic one day.