Best medicine...

A half hour later just outside the rear of the building, Susan was giving her husband a loving hug all while Janet and her staff were packing up and making their way back to her loft to celebrate. “Are you sure you don’t want to join us Reed? You’re more than welcome to come with me to the party.”

“That’s alright sweetie, besides, I’ve got to gather the rock samples from our trip two weeks ago for the presentation tomorrow at the university, its going to be VERY exciting.”

Kissing her husband on the lips and ruffling up his hair affectionately, Susan waved off her husband after he stepped into a cab to turn around and pluck a cellular phone from her purse, waiting impatiently for the ringer to finish. “Hi, Alicia? Yeah, Reed is heading home, can you bring the kids down into the sub level before he gets there? Thanks.” Pocketing her phone, Susan noticed the vial of anaphrodisiac she had prepped for herself tonight, not hesitating for a second she unstopped the cork and downed the vial in one go. She needed to, a necessity out of fear if her baser urges ever surfaced again.

She would tell Reed soon, tonight if need be. He’d understand, the murders weren’t her fault after all, it was like she was on autopilot all those times, and the kids… Well, if you could call a 6’5 football player of a man a kid. And she had dozens of them! Shaking her head to clear her mind and letting her silky blonde hair flow and sway around her, Susan ended that train of thought. No, this was a night where she would celebrate with her friends, right now she never felt more human since this whole matter started and she wanted to enjoy it for as long as she could.

“Come ON Suzie! We’re heading there now!” Called out Jan from the open door of the limo, waving back to Susan caught in her reverie.

“Coming! Just a second.” Joining the woman and stepping into the limo, the vehicle drove off towards another part of the city.

*

Being the last of the hive to exit the apartment and come down the elevator to the sublevel, Alicia groaned to herself, rubbing her head to a migraine that had struck her suddenly. She didn’t know what had caused it, one moment she was telling everyone to pack up and head down, the next she found herself leaning against the elevator wall and rubbing her forehead with both hands.

“Getting the headaches too?” Asked Greg as soon as the woman stepped out of the elevator to the horde of men taking up space in the large storage room, rubbing his own head out of sympathy.

“Yes, I feel… Hot.” Breathing more deeply, Alicia found herself leering at Susan’s son just a bit too long, her nostrils flaring. “Yeah… REALLY hot…”

*

Stepping out of the limousine with her two bodyguards stepping out first, Susan, along with Janet and the rest of the models from the show stepped out of the elongated vehicle and cheered on their way towards Janet’s studio and loft apartment. One of the models cheering out loud and holding an open bottle of champagne in her hand before bringing it to her lips. Watching them all head into the building, Susan waved to them to give her a moment while she leaned back and rubbed at her forehead, feeling a headache come to her, she felt them slowly crept up on her during the ride downtown. And it wasn’t just headaches, she felt… Flushed, like she had a fever. It didn’t make any sense to her, she felt perfectly fine after the fashion show.

Her thoughts became distracted when she heard the driver side door of the limo open to reveal the driver, closing the door behind him and lighting a cigarette. Looking over the man more closely, Susan guessed he was in his mid 20s, with a ponytail and five-o-clock shadow over his chin, with her extra senses he appeared relatively healthy save for the evidence of being a smoker. The warmth that was going through her seemed to intensify, and surprising herself she approached the young man.

“Hey… What’s your name handsome?”

“Hmm?” Turning to face the woman, the young man looked her over and lingered a bit too long staring down her chest before steeling himself to look back at her face. “I’m Pat, Miss Dyne hired me to drive you back to her home.”

“Are you on your break?” She asked, moving a bit closer and raising her hands to fiddle with his tie playfully while he stared down at her chest again.

“M-my shift is over; I was just going to have a cig before I drop the limo back to the lot.”

“Oooh…” Susan purred, turning to head to the loft building but keeping her grip on the man’s tie, leading him with her inside. “Well then, you’ve got all the time in the world, lets go inside for some fun.”

“B-but my boss will kill me if I don’t return the limo tonight, and I can’t go into the party, I’ll mmphh!” Cutting the man off mid worry, Susan pulled him into a fierce kiss that stunned him silent. Her tongue explored the inside of his mouth, making him have to breath through his nose as she tasted his own mouth and tongue with her own. Apart from the scent of nicotine… She liked what she tasted. “Believe me big boy, I’ll make it up for you tonight.”

Getting no more protest, Susan led the limo driver into the loft and closed the door behind her.