Pheromone Follies: Mercifully there

For the moment, I had the devil's luck, pocketing my phone now rather surprisingly optimistic about my future, I opened up the main general storage locker and let out a sigh of relief.

The spray was still there, still sitting in it’s bottle and most importantly, seemingly unused.

I let out a sigh of relief. It was so loud, I got a few disapproving looks from other students. I swallowed hard cradling the glass cologne bottle that I had put the excess spray into, slipping it into my backpack, grateful that I seem to have avoided the potential horror of someone else discovering my secret.

I pulled out the phone and rummaged my pocket for Officer Hunt’s business card, dialing the number with slow and delicate motions making sure that I had got every number correct.

“Hello, officer Emily Hunt’s desk?” To the rich and well-spoken feminine voice on the other end of the dulcet tones of the gorgeous police officer, acting like sweet music to my ear.

“Yes hello this is Michael, we met last night, you came to my house to tell me about my mom,”

The breathing on the other end of the line change slightly, when Officer Hunt answered again the voice seemed slightly more husky, in hindsight another warning.

“Oh yes I remember, I wasn’t expecting to hear from you for a few days,” she told me honestly. I could hear the clatter of keyboards in the background “I’m afraid there’s not much of the car itself to retrieve, but we did put personal belongings in evidence and you're welcome to retrieve them at your earliest convenience, will you be coming in today?” She asked, her voice heightening hopefully.

I clicked my tongue as I thought about it, it was probably a good idea to get any legal stuff going as soon as possible, mom was stable now, and I’d go see her this evening, this is probably the best time to do it, while I was out about.

"OK I'll be there later today," I said "Thank you for your help," I finished as we said goodbye.

I began walking, plotting my route to the police station using only public transport, while I had taken Ubers a few times today I couldn’t make a habit of it, with mom out of commission.

I was thinking about my mother as I got onto the bus that went into town, I knew she had health insurance, that was one thing she had been very careful about, but there was no denying the possibility that I might have to get a job to take care of things for a while, at least on a personal level, to support Rachel…

My heart soared the very thought of my sinful sister, dressed in nothing but an apron was making my heart beat faster, I wanted more than anything in the world, to finish up this wretched business with the family car and go home give her another railing against the wall. With mom out of the house, albeit for grisly reasons I could have her anywhere.

I felt my pants tighten, my erection seeming to recover remarkably fast considering all the work I’d been giving it the last two days, I was definitely going to enjoy taking my sister in every single way I could.

I was so distracted with thoughts of Rachel that I almost missed my stop, in hindsight I almost wish I had, the chain of events that started at the police station could’ve been avoided.

As I approached there was a sudden shrill squeal of a bell. Being a regular normal human being, I had no idea what was about to happen I was not prepared for the large double doors in front of me to burst open flinging me to the ground as a large burly guy, ran past me, he was large and relatively swarthy. He was also quite young, maybe not even my age yet, despite his sizable bulk which was still quite intimidating. I only saw him for instant, before I was knocked to the floor with a sickening crack. I was about to cry out when the Amazonian beauty of officer Emily Hunt came up behind him.

As I lay there wincing on the ground I watched as over 6 foot of powerful feminine grace as the sizable woman slammed down on the suspect. In a straight fight, I suspect the man would’ve had an advantage, but he was scared and running and Officer Hunt’s hold was fast and effective.

As other police swarmed out of the station, I heard a muffled click and watched the struggling man crumble like a house of cards.

Officer Hunt was checking his pulse and breathing before other officers, just behind her, began roughly cuffing the miscreant.

Emily Hunt stood up, adjusted her uniform and dusted off her hat, before turning to me.

“Michael? Are you all right?” She asked in surprise before smiling pleasantly and rushing over to me reaching out a hand as she helped me to my feet.

“I’m fine,” I muttered slightly embarrassed and bowled over my feet like that, partially in awe of the pagan goddess I was in the presence of.

Officer Hunt flashed me a sheepish smile as she helped haul me up.

“Sorry about that, that kids a bit of a serial offender, he’s been in and out of here a dozen times and hasn’t quite figured out that you can’t escape the police that easily.” She said flashing me more of those radiant white teeth are really contrasted with her dark hair slightly cinnamon skin.

“Right, lets get you cleaned up, she remarked “I’ll take you to the bathroom area,” she said motioning towards me.

I looked down and my heart sank, dripping down my back, and almost certainly soaking my pants was the rest of the axe spray.

Does Mike manage to

1. Clean up?

2. Get dirty with Officer Hunt?