“Yeah, careful as a bull in a china shop.”
Monroe didn’t answer the door until the fourth ring, just long enough for Brad’s fingers to twitch toward the hilt of his. 45.
When she did open the door, she looked like death warmed over. Because Brad was always looking, he could easily see she was normally a knockout. She was the sort who didn’t quite know it, and kept most of it hidden behind mousy hair, sad eyes, and clothes that were slightly too large for her small, tight body. But there was no mistaking the smooth roundness of her tits, the tiny waist that led to her tiny bubbled ass, or the legs that seemed to start in the earth’s sub-basement, then shoot up toward Saturn.
She looked nervous, maybe even terrified, but not at all surprised.
“Miss Monroe? I’m Agent Grayson and this is my partner Agent Hammer. We’re here investigating the death of Dr. Richard Madsen.”
Willow’s eyes widened, but not as much as they should have. Brad wondered if she’d been called by someone at Helix, unless her knowledge of the doctor’s death was first hand.
“Yes, I saw on the news,” she said, which explained why she wasn’t more shocked.
Damned reporters, robbing me of a chance to get a good read as I delivered the news!
Willow opened the door wider and ushered the agents inside.
Like at the lab, Brad thought there was some bullshit buried in Willow’s house, too. He saw three suitcases lined in a neat row beneath the window, the middle one bulging from the sides like it was pregnant with a sudden getaway.
Brad pretended not to notice. “We’ll be out of your hair in a second,” he smiled. “We just have a few questions we were hoping you could help us with. Specifically about the research Dr. Madsen was working on at Helix.”
Willow shook her head. “I’m really sorry,” she said. “But I can’t answer any questions about the work we do at Helix. I would love to, really, and will be happy to answer anything you ask if you can come back with a court order. But I’m bound by about 10 pounds worth of non-disclosure agreements. Everything in the lab is confidential. Until I see something in writing saying it’s okay for me to speak, I’m legally obligated not to.”
Grayson said, “Can you tell us why you left the company?”
Willow shook her head. “Sorry, I can’t say anything involving Helix without specific written consent, including why I left.”
They stayed for a few more minutes asking questions that led nowhere. Brad couldn’t shake the feeling that Willow was hot for him — like scorching. He wouldn’t say anything to Grayson since she would’ve thought it was his ego yelling like it always did, but there was something more and he could feel it. Sure, Brad thought most girls were hot for him because they usually were, but he could practically smell it on Willow Monroe. He would’ve bet a month’s pay that her slit was slick as a slip-n-slide, and had a sudden and surprisingly powerful urge to slip a trio of his fingers inside her to see.
But Brad ignored her sweet scent, handed her his card, then told her to call if she wanted to talk, or could think of anything that might help them in their investigation. She stared into his gray eyes with her brilliant green ones and said, “Of course, Agent Hammer.”
As their fingers touched and eyes locked, he felt that familiar spark. Not only was she hot for him. She was hungry.
Chapter Three — Willow Monroe
Willow closed the door, slamming her back against the cool wood, hoping the pair of agents didn’t hear the thud behind them. They were gone less than a minute when Willow shoved her right hand down her pants and started furiously rubbing herself in a frenzy.
Willow wasn’t wet, she was waterlogged.
She had a million other things to do, including planning the recovery of Richard’s briefcase. Followed by her necessary escape from Atlanta, if not humanity. And that was what she should have been doing, but the Red Breath was boiling inside her, and if there was a way to control the impulses that claimed your body once it was inside you, Willow had yet to find it.
Richard sure as hell hadn’t known.
Willow ran to the sofa and bent herself over the top, as if there was an invisible man behind her, pulled her pants down past her thighs and wiggled her ass until they fell to a puddle at her ankles. She shoved three fingers inside her, already cumming by the time she slammed her slit with her third thrust.
“OHMYFUCKINGLORD!!!”
Willow closed her eyes as tears painted both sides of her face. She kept fucking herself harder, adding a fourth finger as juices coated her inner thighs and dripped into a puddle on the floor. Her left hand was twisting her right nipple, as her right hand curled into her cunt, with her thumb pressing hard into her flesh. She eased it up from her cheek, then slipped it into her asshole.
Willow screamed like she was being murdered, chewing on her lip, and sloshing herself to one orgasm that fell into several. She pulled herself onto the couch, then with one leg on the floor and the other splayed across and over the other side in a V, she scraped her palm wildly across her pussy, rubbing her nub until she lost all control, shaking and sobbing and slapping her back against the leather until the Red Breath inside her finally settled.
Willow traced her swollen slit with her fingers as her body slowly stopped shaking, sending her into thoughts of the last two years with Dr. Richard Madsen and the development of Red Breath — the drug that had changed both of their lives and was destined to change the world.
Red Breath made Viagra look like a Tic-Tac, which was why Helix was pouring so much into its research, development, and top level secrecy. The only reason Madsen hadn’t ended up dead two years earlier was because no one knew what the good doctor was doing. But there was no doubt with anyone who had seen it — Dr. Madsen’s research would change the world more than anything since birth control in the 60’s. While the pill had led to the sexual revolution, Red Breath, delivered via cigarette, promised nothing short of an evolution.
Unfortunately, Red Bread didn’t yet work in reality like it did in theory. They were years from perfecting it, clinical trials, and likely a decade from getting it to market — and that was if everything was going right.
But things weren’t going right.
The problem wasn’t that the drug didn’t work. The problem was that the drug worked too well. Madsen had yet to find a way to dilute his results. In its current form, Red Breath completely consumed the user, taking over their body and mind, turning them into a sex machine.
Not only could the drug enable male users to experience multiple orgasms, Red Breath also released a pheromone which made them irresistible to the opposite sex. This meant users could not only live out their wildest fantasies, but could also get any woman around them to be an active, eager participant. There were ethical issues of whether the drug was the equivalent of a date rape-type drug. If a woman couldn’t resist, was she then being involuntarily forced into sex? There was no way the company would get approval on a drug like that.
They had yet to find a way to dilute the drug enough that it still delivered a rock hard erection and multiple orgasms, while curtailing a bit of its pheromone effects. Making men more attractive to women was acceptable. Making them truly irresistible was illegal. Willow suspected that the company’s reticence to release full-strength had less to do with morality than FDA regulations.
There was also a fear of what effect the drug had on women. There had been no human trials, but female chimpanzees and rats who’d taken the drug all died within less than 30 days of taking the drug. They had also grown sexually ravenous, and turned their sex into an almost parasitic function. Male chimps and rats who mated with females on Red Breath were essentially sucked dry of life, while the female became stronger.