The Real Unknown ~Chapter 2~

Dr. Howin examines the strange, but phenomenal paranormal activity overpowering his body with uncontrollable force. She doesn’t intercede, but records her observations on a small yellow pad she pulled out of her coat. She stops as he gains consciousness and the glow in his eyes dim, returning to the normality of his abnormal eyes.

He shakes his head like his hair is wet. He looks at Dr. Howin. His eyes scan her sexy figure, hesitating to move as they spiral down her large, double D breasts, examining every inch while getting aroused. “I think they’re fake…” he thinks to himself, “Oh, gosh.” His eyes continue with the scan.

She observes him, noticing the fashion of his eyes; how they are the only part of his face that’s determining his expression.

“I beg your pardon!” She yells loud enough so his head rises about an inch but his eyes are still in trance.

“Excuse me! Detective Perton!” She yells louder.

He stands up quickly, trying to force his eyes away from her body. Then looks around the room briefly in embarrassment. “I’m sorry, can I get you a drink?”

“A shot of whisky will do, pour it in front of me, please.”

Stanley jogs into the kitchen just a few yards away, and stands in front of two cabinets. One has a lock, he mumbles, “5, 9, turn this way and then 22…”

After he unlocks it, he pulls out a board of thin plywood that was acting as a backing to the inside of the cabinet. Then reaches into the back and grabs a small jar of tinted green liquid with the half scratched label that says, “H..OIN” with the ‘E’ and ‘R’ weathered away. He motions his hand to the handle of the second cabinet, and opens it. This one is stacked with alcoholic beverages, some of which are just vodka mixes. He went for the Jack Daniels. He set both the Heroin and whisky on the counter, looked over to where Dr. Howin is sitting to be sure he was safe, then using an eye dropper squirted 25 drops of heroin into the whisky bottle.

“Are you coming?” Dr. Howin asked from across the house.

“Right now,” he said. With that he picked up the bottle and a small shot glass that says, “I <3 NYC”, then walked over to her. As he poured the whisky into the shot glass on the night stand in front of her, he nervously looked at her as she hunched forward with her head eye-level with the glass watching for any common date rape drugs. She noticed nothing, and calmly took the shot with a smile of satisfaction and trust.

“You on anything?” She said after she finished her shot.

“I’m sorry?” He looked at her, confused.

“A case, you are a detective right?”

“Where would you get that crazy idea?”

“Oh, I’m sorry, I must have you mistaken for somebody else.” She said while looking down at her hand, hiding that it was an excuse, because she was almost sure of what had happened.

She looked at him again. “So what do you do?” Then reached into her coat pocket for her yellow pad and pen and started jotting something down.

“I work at SoHo Café in The Village.” He waits eagerly, watching for any changes in her eyes or facial expressions. “Hey, what is that you are writing down?”

“If you don’t mind, it’s none of your business, and I mean that in the kindest way possible. What I write must remain classified to the patient and is for my job purposes only,” she responds and continues writing.

There is a ten minute pause. Within that time, Stanley periodically looks down at his watch and back at her as she writes. He starts to get impatient, and does anything he can to see if the heroin took effect yet.

“Hey, uhm…you feeling ok? You don’t look to well,” he says as he scratches the back of his head.

“Huh?” She responds, spiraling her head up trying to focus on Stanley.

“Yes,” He whispers to himself, “She’s out.”

Stanley walks across the room and takes a seat a foot away from her. His hand slowly slides across the seat then gently slides his hand, palm up, under her nice rounded velvet covered butt. He stables his body slouching back a little, then grips her butt tightly, and lifts his arm up and directs her falling body onto him. Her legs spread out hanging over his legs from his crotch, separated by four layers.

“Oh,” comes a low, soft shriek from her twenty year old voice. Her long dirty blond hair blankets his own hair, and she is tongue to tongue attached to Stanley. It almost feels to him like she is giving as much effort as him to start sex, but he ignores it thinking maybe the heroin got her sexually aroused but dimmed her mind enough that she isn’t herself. Her arms wind around him tightly, and she starts moaning as she gets a little rough with her mouth.

Stanley finally pushes her off unsatisfied with the lame kissing. She stands in between his legs with her clothes in a mess, so much of a burden she starts to strip. Stanley, in a slouching position, watches patiently. Her fingers walk up under her shirt and along her left boob pulling down her left cup which loosens the buckle and her bra falls through her shirt, landing on the floor circled around her feet. Her breasts fell and expanded a tad, bouncing under her loose black undershirt. Her business shirt came off during the kissing. With her arm still under her shirt, she grips the middle of the shirt so it pinches inward with the silhouette of her knuckles trying to break through the thin wool. The shirt is swiftly yanked down so quick that her boobs fling up then down and slowly bounce to a stop. Her tits are light pink with a jolly red, stiff tip. Maybe an inch in diameter. His eyes follow the sexy dots into a trance as she bends down, continuing with the struggle to get the shirt off both her legs.

He interrupts her for a moment, “Oh baby, you must be made of electricity because there’s lightning in my rod.”

She laughs and continues with her strip.

Now her shirt is completely off, she starts rubbing her vaginal area covered by two layers with her pointer and middle finger. She walks towards him in a sexy fashion while giving low orgasmic moans. She jumps onto him starting with another session of vigorous mouth sex. By now Stanly is on the verge of exploding, eager for satisfying pleasure. He feels his way to her pants, struggling due to the close attachment of their faces.

(I dont think this chapter is finished...ill finish it soon though)