The next day at work I was very distracted and continued to try to remember events from the previous night. I was largely unsuccessful. She was now affecting my work and I couldn't allow both my work and personal life to be dominated in this way. I had to have some answers to the mysteries surrounding her - mysteries that were pulling me into some vortex that was only getting murkier. Yet, there was no way that I was going to simply let this go. I was heavily invested now.
The most recent game-changing questions in my mind centered on my inability to withstand the drink she had gotten me or whatever else it was during the evening. I felt like I had been drugged, but the feeling was not simply a sleeping pill type of sedation. The feeling, from what I could remember, was more of a sexual high that took control of my urges and consciousness. I remember being tremendously high and feeling like the sex experience with her was something unlike anything I had ever felt. It was like continuous orgasm. I wanted desperately to have that feeling with her again. It was all I could do not to touch myself there in the office. I realized I would be going back to her apartment again, tonight.
I remembered the newspaper accounts regarding her graveyard idol, Culpepper. "Secretive cult following ... encouraging various forms of sexual perversion and "expression"... cult members in an open sex community ... chemistry lab in basement of house ...clairvoyance ... psychic communications ..." These, come to think of it, would not be out of place for my mystery woman. Was she part of a long-standing or a somehow revived cult with Bo Culpepper as their Patriarch? My pulse was racing as these thoughts became more than conjecture in my mind. Also, what was the book left open on the stand in her living room? If I had been alone, I would have had a chance to examine it. Did she seduce me and drug me to keep those secrets and more, no doubt, hidden from my wandering eyes? Or did she want to draw me into this circle little by little?
My thoughts then flew from conspiracy theories directly to her sex. I was completely overcome by her sexual power. She had REAL sexual power. I found myself panting, just thinking about her. My memories flooded back to me. Her perfect breasts, her pretty moist pussy, and her lips. I closed up my desk and hurried home to prepare for tonight's maneuvers.
I was ready for anything tonight. I had decided that I'd just show up at her doorstep and beg like a puppy for more of what we had just experienced. Pathetic, yes. But I'd hoped that she'd gotten some pleasure out of our encounters, as well, and would be willing to explore a next episode with me. Who knows what she has planned (she definitely has some kind of plan—I simply cannot figure out what her motivation is or what her next move will be).
I'd seen that her apartment lights were on from the outside of her building, so I knew she was at home. I'd try the intercom again and see if she'd have me as a "drop-in" on the spur of the moment. As I approached the intercom and found the button for her unit, I noticed that there was no name in the little window next to her button. All of the other tenants had their names in that space, but not her. I was going to be unable to find out her name, other than to ask her for it. This scenario just kept piling oddities on top of oddities. The whole situation surrounding her was so intoxicatingly mysterious. I pressed the button.
She buzzed me through without a word and I was soon walking the hallways, heading for her door. I quickly clicked off several things that I wanted to view inside her apartment that might provide clues as to who the hell she was and what made her tick. The old book on the stand. A look at the titles of any other books that she had on her shelves. Maybe a quick run through of her bathroom to check on any hallucinagens in her medicine cabinet that I may have been given in my last visit (in my drink?) Any evidence anywhere that she may be cooking up her own drugs or potions. Maybe I'll even casually ask her of her interests and passions and see if she opens up to me about any portion of the "dark" side of her persona.
I knocked on her door. The door opened just far enough so that I saw a sliding chain preventing any further opening. She appeared at the narrow opening gap and greeted me, almost whispering. "Hello, David, I'm happy that you've stopped by. I must ask you to come back, however, in 30 minutes, as I'm not quite ready to receive you." she said. I could see her looking around the inside of her apartment, almost nervously glancing back and forth, before returning her look to me. Through the narrow opening of the door, I could see that she was not in her usual impeccable dress, but a rather ordinary—no, tattered camisole dress. Her hair was messy and she wore no makeup. I had caught her by surprise a bit (although I was certain that she knew that she had created an addict in me and that I might show up looking for her at any time).
Again, this was yet another odd situation to add to the list of strange encounters with her. I apologized for dropping in unannounced and told her that I'd give her some time and would see her again in a half-hour. She thanked me and abruptly looked behind her as she closed the door. It was only then that I noticed that I had not been bombarded by her signature fragrance (the scent that was part of my addiction with her). Come to think of it, there was a scent of incense emanating from her apartment. This was all so strange. On every occasion in which that I'd encountered this woman, she was confident, aloof, and firmly in control. This was the only time in which I'd seen her flustered, nervous (almost panicking), and ... underdressed. None of those elements had I ever expected to see in her. She wanted me back, however, and I would return to her in 30 minutes.
I thought I'd simply head out to the front lobby of her building, sit in a chair, play with my phone, and wait out the 30 minute period of time. Then I had another thought. If her distracted behavior was due to someone else being in her apartment with her and she did not want me to know, then that person would probably be exiting soon. I went to the lobby, but went out the door of her building entirely and walked around its perimeter to find an alternative exit. I expected that she'd tell whomever to "use the back door" and not risk walking past me in the front lobby.
Soon, I had located an exit in the alley behind the building and I settled myself into a niche of another building across from that exit where I couldn't be seen easily. The "exiting soon" period happened quickly, as I had expected, when the door opened and an individual that I believed to be a man came out of the building and moved away from me down the alley. He was wearing a black hooded jacket and had what looked to be a full and heavy laundry bag slung over his shoulder, weighing him down. Should I follow him? Was he even connected with my Mystery Woman, at all? I took a few mobile phone pics as he walked away, but felt that I should let him go. I stayed where I was to make sure that no one else exited without my seeing them. I also decided that I'd be intentionally late for my 30 minute appointment to make absolutely certain that this guy was the only individual exiting.
I re-entered through the front lobby entrance and was buzzed through the locked doors and walked toward her apartment. I realized that I was feeling no rush of the anticipated sexual excitement that I normally felt. I was focused on learning more of this increasingly complex and confusing woman and her situation. At this point, I was feeling surprisingly unaffected by the prospects of her sexuality. This mindset would help me tonight—help me to keep a clear head and remain in control of myself.
She met me with the door to her apartment wide open looking supremely seductive. She wore a black head to toe bodysuit with full arms and legs...and crotchless. She had heavy eye shadow and creamy red lipstick. She looked like a fleshed out vision of sex wrapped in a skin tight catsuit. The mindset that I believed I had that would allow me to distance myself from her allure would be severely tested tonight! As she beckoned me inside, I tried to make mental notes of as much of her surroundings as I could, so as to unravel things later. She and her apartment were, once again, bathed in her personal fragrance—the one to which I had become addicted. I did also detect the incense smell that I noted earlier. The lighting in her apartment was lowered and intimate. It was all perfect for my seduction. Could I withstand her this time?
She purred to me that she was excited to have me there with her and that she needed to consume me tonight. I told her that I would have to wait for that, as my first intent was to find a money clip that I believed I had left here on an earlier visit by mistake. I had been searching everywhere for it and thought it might be here in her apartment somewhere. "Business before pleasure, my darling...", I said and I began to wander around the room looking for clues. She made an objection, insisting that the money clip was not in her apartment, but I was keen to find whatever I could find before things got too hot.
