Cougars (26 page)

“Put your dick in my mouth,” Jasmine whispered. “I want all of it.”

Travis complied and for a brief moment, Jasmine wondered why he was still so hard. But then again, she really didn't give a damn. This was her dick, and it was satisfying her in a way she could've never imagined. Jasmine played with his balls as she pulled and sucked him. She was making sure that she got every drop of his love.

Travis began caressing her body. She felt her flame of desire growing again. This second wave felt more intense than the first. It felt as if Travis had a thousand hands touching and fondling her everywhere. Jasmine didn't understand how he could be touching her every place at once. She began to purr like a cat, something she'd never done before, but she couldn't help it. Her purring matched her breathing. Jasmine felt as if she were trapped between the conscious and subconscious world. She wasn't exactly asleep, but she wasn't fully coherent either. The only thing she knew for sure was that she wanted him to be back inside of her forever.

W
HEN
T
RAVIS
WENT HOME THE FOLLOWING DAY, he was exhausted. He felt sore and raw. He swore that he and Jasmine had broken some kind of world fucking record. They had gone at it for six hours straight. After getting some much needed rest, Travis went back to the lab. He was excited about his discovery
and he wanted to capitalize on it, but he needed more test subjects. He needed to know if the drug worked just as well on other women. He knew that there was no way he could push his formula through for approval through conventional means, especially with his questionable research methods. Still, in spite of the obvious dangers, Travis, for no other reason than his own self-interest, decided to make some more of it. He even created a pill version using a pill press that had the capacity to quickly produce. Travis let the machine run for an hour and made five-thousand pills.

As he drove off in his car he called his friend, Alex.

“Where are you?” Travis asked.

“At home. I'm about to run out to
Palwaukee
Airport,” Alex said.

“You plan on doing any fucking around while you're out of town?” Travis asked.

“I don't know. I'll be with Hatcher and anything is possible,” Alex said.

“Well, hold on before you leave. I've got something that I want to give to you.”

“What?”

“Something special. You still carrying Viagra around with you?” Travis asked.

“Yeah.”

“Good, because you're going to need those,” Travis informed him.

“Oh shit, you made the stuff?” Excitement suddenly filled Alex's voice.

Travis just laughed. “I'll be there in five minutes.”

When Travis arrived, Alex was waiting for him on the sidewalk in front of his condo. Travis pulled over and got out to greet his friend.

“What's going on, man?” Alex asked as they shook hands.

“I've got something for you. I want you to try this out,” Travis said. He gave him a prescription bottle filled with the pills.

“Is this the aphrodisiac?”

“Yeah, and I want you to try it and then let me know what happens. Oh, and don't let the girls take more than four within a twenty-four-hour period.” Travis let out a sinister laugh.

“What is this shit called?” Alex asked.

Travis paused in thought for a moment as he thought of a name for his creation.

“Cougars,” Travis finally declared.

“Cougars?” Alex repeated.

“Yeah,” Travis said as he started walking back to his car. “Oh, and Alex, be careful with that because it's going to turn the woman into one frisky-ass cat.”

“Well, all right then. Good looking out, man. I'll let you know exactly what happens.”

“How long are you going to be gone?” Travis asked.

“I'm taking him to South America. I'll be gone for at least a week.”

“Cool. I'll see you when you get back,” Travis said before he pulled off.

When Jasmine awoke late in the day on Saturday she had never felt so sick and yet so satisfied her entire life. She felt completely dehydrated; her vagina felt raw from the friction of fucking. Her stomach was in knots, she kept having hot flashes, her eyes were sensitive to light and she had a headache. But in spite of how she felt, her body had the nerve to be aching for more sex. She wanted to get another release, but she felt as if there was no more liquid in her body. She searched her bed for Travis but he wasn't there.

“Travis?” she tried to call him, but her throat was so dry that it hurt to speak. Jasmine massaged her temples and blinked her eyes rapidly to try and focus. She sat up in bed and the room began to spin. Jasmine immediately lay back down and closed her eyes. She curled up into a fetal position and went back to sleep.

By the time nightfall had arrived, she awoke again. The room had finally stopped spinning and her headache was gone, but her stomach was still in knots. She sat upright and tried to swallow her saliva, but it was too difficult. Placing her feet on the floor, she stood up and walked directly to the bathroom and flipped on the light switch. But she immediately turned it off because it hurt her eyes. She turned on the faucet, removed a face towel from the cupboard and washed her face. She took a Dixie mouthwash cup and filled it with water. She sipped some water to moisten her mouth.

“My God. My mouth feels like dry mud,” Jasmine said, finally able to speak. “Travis,” she called for him, but didn't get a response. She walked out of the bathroom and called for him again.

“Travis,” she called as loudly as she could. She made her way down the corridor to the kitchen. She saw Travis writing on a notepad. When he saw her, he quickly gathered up his work and zipped up the leather pouch that was near him.

“What are you doing? Did you hear me calling you?” Jasmine complained.

“No, I'm sorry I didn't. How do you feel?” Travis asked as he helped her to sit down at the kitchen table.

“Exhausted. I feel as if I can barely keep my head up.”

“That's because you were such a freak last night,” Travis joked.

“My ass hurts, Travis. I'm never letting you do that to me again. I think you did it too hard and now my stomach is messed up. It feels like you've pushed something out of place.”

“You'll be fine,” Travis assured her.

“No, I don't think so. I think I'm going to make a doctor's appointment. I woke up feeling really bad.”

“No!” Travis yelled. The last thing he needed was for her to go to a doctor and get blood work done. “I mean. Give your body a chance to recover. I'm sure you'll be fine. Besides, I'm going to take really good care of you.” Travis came up to her and kissed her on the forehead.

“Travis. What happened last night? Why was it so different? Why was I suddenly squirting?”

“You know that's a phenomenon of nature. Some women can do it and others can't. I'm glad that you can. It's such a turn-on,” Travis said, stroking her long hair.

“But it's never happened before. Why now?” Jasmine searched her mind for the answers to her questions.

“Who knows, maybe it's just something that occurs.” Travis said whatever it took to throw her off and keep her confused.

“How long was I asleep?” Jasmine asked.

“All day,” Travis said.

“Then why do I still feel so exhausted?”

“Could it be because you fucked me all night?” Travis joked.

“Whatever, Travis.” Jasmine didn't find his humor to be all that funny. “Could you pour me a glass of water?” Travis filled a glass with some ice water and handed it to her.

Jasmine gulped the water down. “Give me another one.” She drank nine glasses of water before her thirst was finally satisfied.

“Listen, babe. I'm going to go into the bedroom and change the bedding. Then I want you to lie down and get some rest. I'll come in and snuggle up with you later,” he said.

“Yes, that sounds nice.” Jasmine stood up and shuffled back to her bedroom.

Travis didn't have an ounce of remorse in his body for his involvement with putting toxins in Jasmine's system. He truly believed that what he'd done was a necessary evil, which needed to be performed for the good of science. He knew the drug's side effects, but he was confident that once the drug was out of her system, she'd be back to her old self.

Just as Travis had planned, Jasmine recovered and was back at work by Tuesday of the following week. On her first day, he went to her office and stood in the doorway so he could undress her with his eyes as well as spy on her for any signs of complications.

“Good morning,” Travis said while leaning against the door frame.

“Hey, Travis.” Jasmine glanced up from her desk.

“Are you feeling better?” he asked.

“Better than I was after Friday night. My stomach is still a little off, but other than that, I'm fine. Thanks for asking.”

“Good, I'm glad to hear it. You had me worried there for a minute,” Travis lied.

“Well, thank you for your concern, but I'll have to talk to you later. I have a meeting with Helen this morning.”

“Is she going to reinstate the project by any chance?” Travis asked.

“No, Travis. That project is dead in the water. I thought this
issue was behind us.” Jasmine had grown annoyed with Travis's fixation on that particular experiment.

“So you have no idea why she shelved this project, right?” Travis couldn't help it. He wanted her to come clean.

“I don't have time for this right now, Travis,” Jasmine said, picking up several folders from her desk. She headed toward him. “Don't ask me about that project again. It's not up for discussion.”

Jasmine was stern and direct with him. She was starting to believe that Travis had a real mental issue that needed to be addressed.

“Excuse me,” Jasmine said as she moved past Travis and walked down the hallway.

“Fine, Jasmine. Have it your way. If you want to continue to play dumb about the shit, then you must be punished accordingly. I have something very special for you, my dear. You just wait and see,” Travis uttered as he lowered his eyes to slits. Misguided revenge and ambition filled his heart. He now believed that Jasmine was trying to play him for a fool.

“I can see right through you, Jasmine. You're trying to make me look incompetent so that I get fired. But that's not going to happen and I'm going to make sure of it!”

T
RAVIS
WAS NOW WALKING UP THE BLOCK toward his building. Off in the distance he could see flashes of lightning dancing across the sky. The winds suddenly picked up and carried with it the scent of an approaching thunderstorm. Travis quickened his pace as droplets of water began to fall. Just before he reached his building, a man wearing a black suit and dark sunglasses stepped out of a gold Rolls-Royce. Travis had never seen the man and his body language seemed aggressive. Travis's instincts were telling him he needed to be on guard because something about his demeanor screamed
assassin.

Just as Travis reached his building, the assassin said, “Travis Adams, I need you to come with me.” The man's voice was heavy, authoritative, and antagonistic.

“Who the fuck are you?” Travis sized-up the dude, determining if he could defend himself.

“Step this way.” He directed Travis's attention to the gold Rolls-Royce. Travis cautiously glanced in that direction, not wanting to fully take his eyes off of the guy.

“Come on, Travis, what are you waiting for?” shouted Alex who'd just rolled down the rear window of the expensive luxury car.

“Alex?”

“Come take a ride with me, dawg,” Alex said, inviting Travis to join him.

“Take a ride with you where?” Travis asked as he strolled over to the car.

“Get in before it starts to rain.”

Alex opened the car door. Travis ducked inside and got situated on the comfortable leather seats.

“What's going on, pimp?” Alex asked. His attitude was upbeat and energized.

“What a nice car. I've never been in a Rolls-Royce before.” Travis was feeling as if he should own a fleet of automobiles of this caliber.

“Dude, this is a 2009 Rolls-Royce Phantom Coupe. This bitch here will hit you for half a million dollars. The ride is so smooth you feel like you're floating on clouds.”

“I see,” Travis said, running his hands on the soft leather. “So what's this about, Alex?”

“You, man. Whatever that shit was that you gave me is off the hook! I let Hatcher try some of it out on his girls and he can't stop talking about Cougars. He wants to buy a shit load of those
pills. I told him that I could hook you two up to talk some business. He's excited about meeting you. I know he's serious because he sent me over here to get you in this.” Alex spread his hands out to accentuate the luxury vehicle.

“So he really liked the effects of Cougars, you say?” Travis asked, smirking with a twisted sense of pride and egotism.

“I'm telling you, that shit had his girls doing all kinds of freakish shit. Hatcher has already been taking orders for it. Man, once that shit hits the streets—
boom
! People are going to lose their minds. At least that's what Hatcher says.”

“So where is he? I most certainly want to talk over some things with him.”

“We're on our way to see him now. Man, if this works out, it will go a long way in helping me clear my debt with him. So please, whatever you do, don't fuck this up, man,” Alex said.

“This isn't about you, Alex. This is about my experiment and my need for more test subjects.”

“Fuck the test subjects, man! I'm talking about the money we're going to make from this. Cougars can become more popular than cocaine. Everyone likes to fuck, but not everyone does cocaine.”