Chapter 8: Dr. Olivia Barrett

Tuesday, December 19th

Dave was about to go out to lunch with some co-workers when his telephone rang. "Dave Bernard speaking."

"Mr. Bernard, please don't hang up on me. Give me a chance to say what I have to say and at least think about it."

"Why would I hang up on you?"

"I have something to discuss with you. I would prefer to do it face-to-face and privately. Would you be agreeable to that?"

"You'll have to tell me who you are first."

"My name is Dr. Olivia Barrett. I am a friend and former student of Dr. Jan Casey."

"I'm sorry, I think you have the wrong person. I don't know you or this Dr. Casey."

"No, Mr. Bernard, we've never met but we do have a connection. You have a letter and a package that was sent to you from Dr. Casey. I believe it was sent anonymously."

Dave wondered how this woman knew about that but decided to play it safe.

"I'm sorry. I don't have foggiest idea of what you're talking about."

"I know you have it, Mr. Bernard. Dr. Casey told me he sent it to you. I must speak to you, privately and in person. Will you meet me?"

"Dr. Barrett, is it?"

"You may call me Olivia."

"Okay, Olivia. I'm telling you, I don't have this package."

"Will you meet me, Mr. Bernard?"

"I don't have it!"

"You may deny it until the sun explodes, Mr. Bernard. I don't care. All I'm asking is that you meet me. This could very well be a matter of life and death."

"Who do you work for?"

"Who I work for isn't important."

"If you work for the government it is."

There was a pause.

"Of course. Dr. Casey said he warned you he felt the government was after him. Mr. Bernard, I hate to speak ill of the dead but Dr. Casey was an old man. He had recently been diagnosed with Alzheimer's Disease and paranoid schizophrenia. Nobody, except you, me and the late Dr. Casey know what he invented. The man was a brilliant biochemist but in recent years his mind had slipped."

"Isn't that a bit of an oxymoron? His mind was slipping but he was a brilliant chemist."

"Dr. Casey's mental issues aside, he had been working on his discovery for decades. Since even before I met him. I aided him in some of the research that led to him using Luckicite."

"What is Luckicite?"

"Mr. Bernard, that is one of those things I would like to discuss with you, in person. Will you meet me?"

Dave paused for a long moment and then made his decision. "When and where?"

"It must be today. I don't care when. I came into town just to meet with you so my time is entirely yours. Name the time and place."

"I'm working right now. I get off at two. Where are you staying?"

"I'm at the Day's Inn, just off the freeway."

"Fine. There's a Denny's about two blocks up, just past the on-ramp and the underpass. Can you find it?"

"I'll find it."

"Meet me there. Four o'clock."

"I'll be there. Thank you, Mr. Bernard. You won't regret this."

Dave hung up and suddenly couldn't help but wonder if he, or his children, were in danger because of the damned SluT9.

Dave backed out of lunch with his co-workers. Instead he spent his lunch hour locked up in his office trying very hard to figure out what to do. He wondered if he should meet with this Dr. Barrett. He wondered if he should trash the SLuT9 so no one else could get it. He wondered if he should call and warn Emily that she and Hayley might be in danger.

He did come to one decision. Checking the time, he pulled his cell phone out and used speed dial.

"Hello, Daddy," Emily said when she answered.

"You at lunch, baby?"

"Yep. Good timing by the way."

"It wasn't luck. I wanted to talk to you and figured you'd turn your cell on as soon as lunch was called."

"What did you need?"

"I called to let you know not to send another girl over to my apartment tonight. I have a meeting that I can not get out of at four this evening. I have no idea what time I'll be home."

"Daddy?"

"Em, I promise I am not lying about this. If you send a girl over, I'm just going to send her home."

"Promise me, Daddy, that you really have a meeting."

"Emily Jean, I promise you. I have a meeting."

"Okay. I'll tell Heather not to come. Don't expect me to do this a lot though."

"Yes, dear. I love you. Talk to you later."

"Love you too, Daddy."

Dave sat in his office planning until his coworkers returned from lunch. Once they did, he packed up and headed out.

"Susan, if anyone comes looking for me, tell them I'm taking the afternoon off for personal reasons," he told his secretary. "If anything comes up, you can reach me on my cell."

Dave left the office and got into his car. He drove over to the nearest rental car place and rented himself a conversion van. Leaving his car in the parking lot. He then drove the van back to his apartment.

Dave arrived at his apartment in record time compared to his usual forty-five minute commute. He parked, made sure to lock the van up and went upstairs. Dave showered quickly, changed clothes, grabbed the glove, a handful of alcohol swabs, and the SluT9. He burned the letter and left the apartment.

With the SLuT9, alcohol swabs, and the glove in the cargo pocket of his pants, he went back out to the van and drove away. Dave drove clear across town to a K-Mart and bought a package of thirty push pins almost identical to the one that was in the glove. He climbed into the van but didn't get behind the wheel. Instead he moved into the back of the van.

He pulled the package of pins, the glove, the vial of SLuT9 and the alcohol swabs from his pocket and laid them out on the floor. He then sat down, Indian style, and pulled the pin free from the pocket of the glove.

He took the pin, cleaned it well with an alcohol swab, dunked it carefully into the SLuT9 solution and set it aside to dry. He then opened the package of push pins and followed the same routine with six more of the pins; cleaning them with an alcohol swab, dunking them in the SLuT9 and then setting them aside to dry.

With a total of seven pins now dunked, Dave closed up the SLuT9 bottle and returned it, the remaining alcohol swabs and the remaining push pins to his pocket. He then put one pin into the pocket of the glove. Not finding any way to safely store the remaining dunked pins, he went back into the store where he bought a thick oven mitt.

Once back at the van, Dave dropped the remaining dunked pins into the oven mitt and made sure it was thick enough that they wouldn't accidentally poke him or someone else. He wrapped the oven mitt up and shoved it into his second cargo pocket. Dave then moved into the drivers seat and drove away.

He stopped quickly to fill the gas tank of the van and then headed to the meeting at the Denny's. Dave kicked himself for not getting a cell phone number for Dr. Barrett but didn't dwell on it as there was nothing to do about it now.

Dave sat in a parking lot of a nearby hotel for twenty minutes watching the front door of Denny's. Dr. Barrett had said she had "come to town" just to speak with him. That meant she wasn't from around here which meant she probably had a rental car. When Dave saw a car with a rental agency tag on it and then saw a woman of about thirty step out of the car, look around and then go into the Denny's he was pretty sure he'd found Dr. Olivia Barrett. At ten minutes after four, Dave drove into the parking lot of the Denny's and parked. He pulled the glove out from his pocket, carefully unwrapped it, and slipped it onto his right hand. He took a deep breath and went in.

"Good afternoon, sir," one of the employee's greeted him almost as soon as he walked in. Dave had already spotted the woman sitting at the bar.

"I'm meeting someone. I think I see her." He pointed and walked away from the employee. He went over to the woman at the bar.

"Are you Olivia Barrett?" he asked.

The woman turned, quickly looked him over and then nodded. "Yes, I am. Are you David Bernard."

A very pretty, young blond girl stepped up to them behind the counter. "Can I get you something, sir?" she asked.

Dave noticed that Dr. Barrett had a drink in front of her but no food. "Yeah, she'll need a to go cup and I'll take a Coke to go." Dave sat down on the stool beside Dr. Barrett.

"Are we leaving?"

"You said you wanted to talk privately. This isn't private."

Dr. Barrett nodded and they sat in silence until the waitress brought Dave's Coke. She took Dr. Barrett's

iced tea and poured it into a to-go cup. Dave pulled a five dollar bill from his wallet and dropped it on the counter.

"Keep the change," he told her.

Dave stood up, took hold of Dr. Barrett's arm with his right hand, applying enough pressure to push the pin through her thin blouse and into her skin, helped her up and led Dr. Barrett out of the restaurant and to the van. She jerked only slightly as the pin stabbed her. She looked at Dave but said nothing as he led her out of the restaurant.

"I can't say I'm surprised you did that," she told him once they were out of the restaurant and crossing the parking lot. "I actually expected it."

"It was a logical thing to do."

"I agree," Dr. Barrett said giving Dave a smile as he opened the passengers side door for her and helped her into the van.

Dave closed her door, circled the van and climbed in behind the wheel. He pulled out the keys and started the engine.

"Just so you know, if needed, I have six more pins, already dunked and ready to go."

"I hope you don't use them all on me," Dr. Barrett said as Dave put the van in gear and pulled out.

"Why is that?"

"One, I imagine we would both be exhausted and two, that much SLuT9 would affect me, permanently."

"Affect you how?"

"In the simplest terms, it would break my personality and make me submissive for the rest of my life. Basically, I would become your slave, forever."

"The letter said nothing about that."

"No, it wouldn't. Jan didn't realize it either until just after he sent it to you. From what he figured out and what I figured out, I figure a woman can take five, maybe six, hits of the stuff before she will become a permanent submissive bimbo." There was a pause. "Oh fuck me!"

Dave glanced over and saw Dr. Barrett was now almost doubled over in her chair and her eyes were glazed over.

"He was right. He has improved this stuff. Wow!"

"He used it on you?"

Dr. Barrett managed to sit up straight in her seat again and nodded. "An earlier, weaker version. Had a lot of the same side effects but wasn't quite as strong. Jan and I weren't just friends or professor and student. He was my lover and master for three years while I was in college."

"Master?"

"I'm a natural submissive. Using the earlier version just made me worse. Oh fuck, I'm getting horny." She slid her hand up over her breast and squeezed. "Jan took full advantage of my natural tendencies but he was always fair when it came to my grades. It wasn't fair to the other students because he would aid me in my studies. He'd quiz me at night and spank my ass until it was bright red if I didn't get every question correct. He's the reason I'm as good a chemist as I am."

"You said on the phone that he was dead. What happened to him?"

"As I told you," Dr. Barrett said, now massaging both breasts. "Jan's mind had slipped over the last few years. He hated it that he was losing hours, sometimes days, to the Alzheimer's. He didn't believe the diagnosis. He was sure someone was poisoning him to get the SLuT. He became paranoid. About two weeks ago, the police found him dressed in only his lab coat wandering through a park in LA. He was arrested for public nudity and held in jail. He came back to his senses while he was in there and thought for sure someone had poisoned him and locked him up so they could search his house and lab for the SLuT. When the police learned of his condition, they had him transferred to a hospital and dropped the charges.

"Jan may have been senile and half nuts but he was brilliant. He played a role he knows very well. He became the doctor and walked out of the hospital. He returned to his home, got the latest version of SLuT, SLuT9 from what I understand, and took off.

"His wife died ten years ago, two of his children are already dead, the last lives somewhere up in Michigan. I think that's where he was headed. He got in his car and headed east. Apparently, his paranoia got the better of him and, in a rare moment of lucidity, he decided it was better to get rid of the SLuT than have whoever was chasing him get it.

"In the e-mail he sent to me, he didn't tell me how he picked you so I don't know that but he packaged the stuff up and mailed it off to you on Sunday, December tenth. He then continued running, believing his life was in mortal peril. Apparently his delusions were too fast for him though. He committed suicide in a small motel outside of Chicago late Friday night or early Saturday morning. Friday afternoon, wanting his research continued, he e-mailed me all of his notes on creating SLuT. Included in that e-mail he also told me about mailing the stuff to you, your name, address and his newest discoveries."

"Newest discoveries?"

Dr. Barrett forced herself to release the breast she had been massaging and reached down and picked up her purse. She opened it and pulled out a large brown bottle of liquid. "SLuT10."

Dave's jaw fell open.

Dr. Barrett laughed at his reaction. "New and improved. Better than the stuff you got for a number of reasons."

"Such as?" Dave asked as she slipped the bottle back into her purse.

"First off, it isn't dangerous. He told me how to modify the compound so it wouldn't enslave the girl after so many doses. I haven't tested it, of course, but from what I know, it should work." Dr. Barrett was talking quickly. And spoke faster and faster the longer she went on. "Second, he finally managed to get it into a less concentrated form. It's controllable now, predictable. So many drops makes a woman your slave for so many hours. Finally, it's ingestible. Actually, it's meant to be drunk. Smells wonderful too. I had to fight off the urge to try it right after I finished making it. Please pull over and fuck me. I need it now!"

Dave had figured that was coming and had turned down a side street. A minute later he turned the van off into a parking lot and parked as far from the road as he could.

"Get in back," he told her.

Dr. Barrett already had her seat belt undone and was out of her seat as soon as the van stopped. She climbed between the seats and into the big open space in the back of the van. She fell to her knees, ripped her blouse open and was working on undoing her skirt by the time Dave turned off the engine and climbed from the drivers seat.

Dave also found himself very turned on. He pulled his shirt off over his head and then went to work on the pants. He stepped out of his shoes and was pulling his pants down when Dr. Barrett moved in front of him, already naked.

"Lay down," she told him.

Dave didn't argue, he first got down to his knees and then laid down on the carpeted floor and rolled onto his back. Dr. Barrett grabbed his briefs and yanked them down his legs, picking up the pants as she went. She pulled them off and dropped them to one side.

"I need it so bad! God, it's never been like this before." She threw a leg over Dave's middle, reached down and grabbed his cock, lined herself up and dropped down on it, taking him completely inside her wet cunt. "Oh yes!" She groaned and smiled. She then began riding him frantically.

Twenty minutes later, she collapsed down on top of him. He had fired two loads of cum inside her and she'd had only God knows how many orgasms in that time. Both were breathing hard and shaking from the speed and need of the fuck.

Having relearned how to breathe, Dr. Barrett lifted her head up, grabbed his face in both hands and turned him to face her. She looked in his eyes for a moment and then kissed him hard and passionately.

Dave could see the desire in her eyes so he wasn't surprised when she sat up, raised herself up so his cock fell out. She then got between his legs, bent over low and took his cock in her mouth and sucked until it came back to life.

Once his cock was hard once more, Dr. Barrett laid herself down on the van's carpeted floor and told him to climb aboard.

Dave looked her over. All things considered, Dave wasn't sure how he felt about this woman. He didn't know her, definitely didn't trust her but had to admit, she was quite the looker. She stood about five foot ten or so, only an inch or so shorter than Dave, had long brown hair that hung straight down to the middle of her back. A pretty face, big beautiful blue eyes, what Dave considered to be the perfect mouth, slender shoulders, medium sized breasts, a flat belly, a great ass, long legs and a clean-shaven pubic mound.

Dave climbed on top of her, she reached down, grabbed his saliva-coated cock and guided it to her entrance.

"Do me hard and fast. Do me anyway you want," she told him, then pulled herself up and kissed him, pushing her tongue into his mouth.

Dave began to fuck her slowly and gently but picked up speed and fervor with each thrust. Dr. Barrett laid beneath him, screaming in ecstasy the entire time. Afterwards, she collapsed down beside him, snuggled up to him and kissed his cheek.

"There's a lot more I need to tell you," she whispered. "but now I've got to sleep."

She was asleep in seconds. Dave laid there, his arm underneath her head being used as a pillow and thought about all he had learned.

Dave wadded up his shirt and her shirt and managed to pull out his arm and push the wadded up clothes beneath Dr. Barrett's head. He then pulled on his briefs and pants, checked to make sure the SLuT9 bottle hadn't been damaged when she tossed his pants aside and then sat with his back to the side of the van and watched her and thought. Even in her sleep, the effects of the SLuT9 were obvious. She moaned, groaned and her eyelids flickered constantly during dreams. Even her hands flicked and her fingers twitched.