Chapter 8: A Night On The Town




Throughout the week, Pat had become more interested in Dee Dee, and was making
no secret of how she felt about her. It was plain that Pat liked doing it with
girls as well as guys. While they were at her salon during the day, Pat kept
her advances somewhat under control, but at her apartment, Dee Dee could tell
she'd either have to give in to her soon, or be forced to make an ugly split
with her. If Dee Dee had understood Stephen's dream message correctly, tonight
at midnight was when she was supposed to be taken back to her own time.

Being the owner of the salon, today Pat left several hours early, promising a
surprise for Dee Dee when she got off work.

"Pat's no doubt gonna throw herself at me again when I get back to her place,"
thought Dee Dee. "I may as well play along with her, and hope I can string
things along late into the night ... after the clock strikes twelve, I should
be zapped out of here. There's no telling how she'll react to what I've got
between my legs, but it looks like I'm about to find out later on."

Arriving at Pat's apartment, Dee Dee found her host waiting for her, wearing a
stunning black evening dress. Pat was an extremely attractive woman without
makeup; she was nearly as busty as Dee Dee was, and she looked radiant now as
she greeted her.

"Right this way, beautiful," as she took Dee Dee's hand, and led her to the
spare bed-room. Several evening dresses were laid out on the bed. "Pick one of
these and get into it, honey. Tonight we're gonna party, New York style!" Dee
Dee gave her an astonished look. "I can tell by the way you've been acting
that you're getting ready to leave, girl. But before you go, I'm gonna treat
you to a night on the town that neither one of us will ever forget." There was
no way to avoid this without really hurting Pat's feelings, so Dee Dee
relented.

"Okay, Pat. Give me a minute to change, will you?" Pat waited in the living
room, and Dee Dee chose a dark blue dress that showed some cleavage, and had a
skirt that fit somewhat loose. Dee Dee used a garter belt to hold her cock
against one thigh, and then put on a pair of panties over that. She admired
her reflection in the mirror. "Damned if I don't look pretty hot tonight," she
thought.

As she went out to the living room, Pat's eyes eagerly took in all of her
shapely figure. "I've got half a mind to skip the night life and keep you here
all to myself ... but it's gonna be even more fun showing you off, and knowing
that you're all mine."

Several hours later, Dee Dee lost track of how many bars and night clubs they
had been in, but it was approaching double digits. Pat seemed to be good
friends with celebrities and club owners everywhere they went, and they
recognized some ladies who were customers at her salon, showing off their new
looks. It was also amazing how all Pat had to do was look sternly at any male
who tried to get too close to herself or Dee Dee, and their advances would
cease.

"Pat must be a lot more important person in this town than I thought,"
pondered Dee Dee.

Pat certainly had a strong constitution to be able to hold as many free drinks
as the two of them had been given; Dee Dee had either gotten a club soda
instead, or just sipped her cocktails, trying to maintain her control
throughout the evening.

Dee Dee didn't mind if people stared at her cleavage, and hugged her as if
they knew her when Pat introduced her to her friends. Somehow, she'd managed
to keep her dick limp and avoided any embarrasing incidents so far. By ten
o'clock, it was clear Pat had overindulged her-self. Dee Dee played the part
of 'big sister' and supported Pat as they left one club and hailed a cab.

Needing a place high and isolated so that only she was taken back by the
spell, Dee Dee talked Pat into showing her Clark's office. Pat had told her
more about her cousin and his five associates during the week. "The 86th floor
on a Saturday night ought to be high enough, and we should have the place to
ourselves," she thought.

Ordinarily, the building was closed at this hour, but Pat had a special key
that let them in. Dee Dee was surprised at how quickly the express elevator
got them to Clark's floor. She and Pat paused to look out the window at the
magnificent New York skyline, lit up like a giant Christ-mas tree. "Wow ...
the Big Apple at night is certainly a sight to behold," said Dee Dee.

"Yeah, it's preddy speshul, isn't it?" slurred Pat.

Dee Dee sat Pat down in one of the chairs. Pat was almost out on her feet.

"Thish ish it, sweetie. Reshepshun room ... next ish the libraree ... and past
that is the 'mad scientist' room ... Clerk ... I mean Clark's lab. Feel free
to look aroun ... jush don't touch anythin ... "

In the library, Dee Dee scanned some of the titles of the scientific volumes
and huge reference books. Having a medical background, she was familiar with
some of the terminology, but many of them were beyond even what she was doing
on the Island with her surgeries and operations.

"And I thought that I went to a lot of schooling ... " thought Dee Dee.

Next, she wandered through Clark's lab, admiring the different scientific
apparatus and testing equipment. Again, some she could identify, and others
she didn't have a clue about. What was even more amazing was that a number of
them didn't have any type of manufactur-ing or maker label on them. "Holy cow
... he's either customized these things by combining all kinds of different
pieces ... or he's actually built them himself."

Along one wall was a series of trays, vials and bottles, making up one of the
most well-stocked array of chemicals that she'd ever seen. "About the only
thing that's missing here is some uranium or plutonium ... and I might even
find that if I look long enough."

Dee Dee walked back out to the reception room, ready to take Pat home and call
it a night. Not surprisingly, Pat was sound asleep in one of the chairs. "Hmm
... not even 10:30, and Pat wanted a night that she wouldn't forget. Well, I
think I've got everything here to make sure that happens."

Returning to the lab, Dee Dee quickly concocted a liquid similar to the pills
she would give girls who were brand new to the Island. "The mind boggles at
what I could I come up with around here, if I had more time, and if I knew
what some of these contraptions actually do."

"But for tonight, this'll let Pat take more of me in her mouth and between her
legs than she ordinarily could ... and I've spiked it with just enough 'pick
me up' to burn off most of the affects of all the booze she's taken in
tonight." She stirred the solution and poured it in a glass, giving it a
sniff. Her eyes popped open. "If nothing else, just the aroma ought to clear
out her sinus in no time." Then she dipped one finger into it for a sample
taste. "Whew ... it's not gonna put 'Monster' or 'Red Bull' out of business,
but it should do the job on Pat tonight."

Then a smile crossed her face as she thought of the perfect gift to leave
Monk, after spurning his and Ham's advances during the week. Finding a writing
tablet, she wrote out a very special chemical formula. At the bottom she
signed it with a note to Monk: 'Sorry that we didn't get to know each other
better. But a smart chemist like yourself should be able to produce this
compound, and then find lots of uses for it. Dee Dee.'

Back in the reception room, Dee Dee nudged Pat awake, and held the glass under
her nose.

"No more fer me ... I'm drivin ... " she muttered. "And get me shumthin fer a
headache, will ya..?"

"Just drink this before it hardens, and don't ask questions. You wanted a
night we'd both never forget? This'll help make it happen."

"Okay ... if you shay so ... " Pat made a face as she drained most of the
liquid. "But if thish shtuff doesn't work ... yer in big trubble, girl."

Several minutes later, Pat was almost a new woman again. "Damn ... whatever
that was that you gave me, it really did the trick, sweetie. I feel almost
like I could take on the world."

"Don't worry about the world, Pat. Like you said in the diner when we met, now
you're gonna learn all my secrets."