Drew gripped his steering wheel tightly, his sweaty palms sticking to the fake leather of his steering wheel cover. He turned into the driveway but immediately slammed on brakes. He almost couldn't comprehend what he was seeing. The house that he had delivered to last night looked completely different than it had the night before. It was in a state of gross disrepair. Drew was bewildered. It had been less than 24 hours since he was last there.
He got out of his car and started walking towards the house to inspect. It was falling apart. The roof was caving in, the porch that he recalled standing on last night was almost nonexistent, having rotted away. There was no evidence that anyone had been at the house for a very long time. Drews mind was spinning, trying to figure out what the hell was going on.
He decided he would ask one of the neighbors. He returned to his car and first visited the house that was a little further down the road. No one seemed to be home, so he went to the other neighbors house. He noticed a car in the driveway, which hopefully meant someone was home. He knocked on the door of the house and patiently waited for someone to answer. Eventually the door opened and he was greeted by a little old lady.
"Hi there ma'am, sorry to bother you, I just have a quick question." Drew said politely.
The woman smiled at him and said, "well sure, what's on your mind?"
"Well you see I delivered pizza to the house next-door to you last night and I think she gave me too much money, so I was trying to return it to her. Do you happen to know where she might be?" He asked her.
"Oh dear, you must be mistaken. No one has lived in that house for over 50 years." She said back to him very matter-of-factly.
"Oh, I see. Did you happen to know the person who lived there?" He asked the woman, trying to put the pieces together in his head.
"Well I sure did. It was a young woman who had inherited the house from her father. She had gotten married but that person was no good for her. I don't know exactly what happened, but she disappeared and no one has been back to that house since." The woman explained.
Drew listened to the woman intently, hoping to get any information he possibly could about who the mysterious woman was.
"Do you remember her name?" Drew asked.
"You know, if you wouldn't have asked me, I would have been able to tell you. Shoot, what was her name?" The woman asked herself.
"That's OK, it's not really all that important. If I give you my phone number, can you call me if you think of anything else?" He asked her.
"Well sure sweetheart, just let me grab something to write it down with real quick." She responded, turning to the table beside the door.
Drew scribble down his number on the piece of paper that the woman provided. He wished her a good day and went back to his car. Once back in his car, Drew leaned his head forward against the steering wheel trying to figure out what he was going to do next. Nothing made sense. He started his car and proceeded to back out of the woman's driveway. As he looked back, he noticed Alex's shoes that we're still in his car.
"Son of a bitch!" He muttered.
He drove back up the road and stopped at a small park. He found a secluded spot in the parking lot and parked his car. He began trying to replay the events from last night in his head. How long it took him to drive down the driveway and the interaction that he had with a woman. He tried looking for small details, but couldn't remember any. He didn't recall being able to see anything inside the house other than the woman standing in the doorway.
Suddenly, a wave of exhaustion hit him. He felt as if he had just run a marathon. He brought his hands up and rubbed his eyes like he was just waking up for the day. He looked up and noticed signs for a hiking trail. He decided he would take a walk and try to clear his head thinking it would help him think clearer. He got out of his car and started heading towards the trail. He noticed that there were only two other vehicles in the parking lot.
Drew started walking, entering the cooler air of the canopy covered trail. He then started walking a little faster, and then a little faster. Then he began jogging. As he ran, he tried to figure out what he should do next. He knew there was something living inside of him that both scared him to no end, as well as intrigued him as to its sexual prowess. He began to pick up pace, outright sprinting down the trail. Before he knew it he was running as fast as he could. What was he running from? Or to? What, is this going to be his life from now on? These are all the thoughts that entered his head as he pushed himself to run faster and faster.
He ran for as long as he could, until his legs were about to give out. He stopped and bent over, resting his weight on his knees. He was dripping with sweat and out of breath. As he stood there trying to catch his breath, he heard a rustling sound on the trail up ahead of him. He looked up to see a petite young woman jogging towards him. She was quite short, but looked to be very attractive. She had a short bob style haircut, light brown at the roots, highlighted with blonde at the tips. She had on a tight fitting sports bra, tightly pressing her small beak up breasts to her chest. She had on very tight fitting pink shorts that matched her sports bra.
Just then, Drew felt a familiar stirring in his stomach. It was the same feeling he had gotten back in the bathroom at the office. He anticipated what was about to happen. While still bent over catching his breath, he began waving his arms and yelling for the woman to stop, but she kept jogging toward him. He couldn't see that she had her headphones in and was not able to hear him. To her, it looked like he was waving for help.
Drew felt one of the tendrils emerge from him, but still hidden within his pants. As he expected, it latched on to his flaccid cock, and golfing it completely before starting to pump and suck his rod to life. He immediately lost strength in his already tired legs and fell backwards onto the ground. Mustering what strength he could, he continued to flail his arms in the air attempting to divert the woman away from him.
"No... Don't come... Run away!... Danger!" He said, but only just then realizing that she couldn't hear him.
He threw his head back against the ground realizing trying to alert her was a futile effort. The woman came running up to him, and looked down at the motion in his pants. Seeing that his hands were not inside his pants, she didn't assume that he was just some pervert. Being that they were in the woods, she assumed that a snake had gone up the leg of his pants and was stuck inside. She knelt down beside him and started to undo his belt buckle. Drew tried his best to swat her hands away, but she was not understanding the reason he was doing this.
She managed to get his belt buckle undone and began to work on the button of his pants. Drews strength started to deplete as the pleasure began to intensify. As soon as the button on his pants was free, six tendrils shot out from between his legs. The woman screamed and began to get up and run away. She got no further than four or five feet before one of the tendrils lashed out at her wrapping around her ankle, causing her to trip. And she continued to scream as it began dragging her along the ground towards Drew. It lifted her up in the air by her ankle, dangling her over Drew's body.
