Chapter 6: The Police Become Involved

Chapter 6: The Police Become Involved

“Sandra, I thought it was your job to keep the press away from me!” Dr Landon said, but with mock anger.

“But this woman isn’t the press,” his secretary said, frowning. “She’s with the police.”

“Oh… Well, I guess that’s different. Show her in.”

Putting down the folder he had been reading, he stood to greet the visitor, then paused when he saw the woman who walked around Sandra. His greeting got caught in his throat. Damned, she was beautiful!

There are some women who instantly make an impression, not only because they are beautiful but because of some other hard to understand phenomenon. Call it animal magnetism, sex appeal, whatever, but there are women who instantly have a sexual impact on men, even when they are not trying. The policewoman standing there in a dark blue business suit was one of those. Long ebony hair framed a face of perfect proportions with smooth skin and intense black eyes. His eyes could not help but rove down the shapely figure, taking in the curves, ample bosom and long legs. Had he been called upon to describe her in one word, it would probably be “exotic,” followed by “erotic,” followed by “great!”

From his six foot two inch height, he topped her but not by much. Her handshake was firm, hardly feminine at all. And her smile was melting his heart. Had he thought about it, he would have placed her age at thirty or so, but he had other thoughts at that point.

His secretary glared at the policewoman as she left. Other women may not be affected the same as men, but they could not miss the effect this kind of woman had on the male of the species. And hated the competition.

“I’m Detective Carol Salvatore,” she told him in a contralto that would be called a “bedroom voice” by most men. She was aware of her effect on men, and tended to ignore it. But she could use it to intimidate men and often did in her work.

“Salvatore…” he said. “I guess you’re Italian.” He felt foolish as soon as he said it. This woman was fouling up his usual calm with women.

“Actually, I’m not. My maiden name was Stankic. My father is Serbian and my mother is American. I was married to an Italian and still keep my married name.”

Which explained her exotic looks, he thought. Trying to regain his composure, he asked, “What can I do for you?” He also noted her use of the past tense “was married.”

“I would like to talk to you about the drug you invented. Ecstasy.”

He frowned. “Why are the police interested in that? I assume you don’t mean the street drug with the same name.”

“No, I do mean the drug you invented and market.”

“It is perfectly legal.” There was no mistaking the defensive tone in his voice.

“I’m sure it is,” she said, the smile fading from her face. “But there is the possibility that someone is misusing it.”

“Misusing?”

“Misusing. Or maybe abusing is a better term.”

This threw him off balance. To gain some time to recover, he said, “Where are my manners? Please sit down. Can I have Sandra bring you some coffee?”

She sat, casually crossing her legs with a show of skin he could not miss, and immediately she launched into her interrogation, ignoring the offer of coffee. “What would happen if a woman were to overdose on Ecstasy?”

“Overdose? Nothing would happen. We ran clinical trials at all reasonable doses and found no negative reaction. The drug simply changes the way your body reacts to sexual stimulus. It’s like an on-off switch. Increasing the dose would have little effect beyond making it react a little sooner. It would not be possible to overdose.”

The detective frowned. Even then she still looked sexy as hell. She said, “Perhaps I should restate this. The major effect of your drug is to make women experience multiple orgasms. What would happen if a woman were given a large dose of your drug and then subjected to continuous sexual stimulation?”

It was his turn to frown in confusion. “There’s no problem. As soon as the sexual stimulation is removed, the body would settle down. After enough orgasms, a woman’s body can become exhausted. Her partner would eventually be unable to continue the stimulation and that would put an end to it.”

“But what if the stimulation, as you describe it, continued?”

“Only in the adult sex books can a man perform intercourse repeatedly and for prolonged periods. Eventually he either ejaculates or become exhausted. The stimulus cannot continue indefinitely.”

Carol shook her head slowly. “You’re assuming that normal intercourse is occurring. What if the stimulation is not caused by a male penis? What if there was some other source?”

“You mean such as a vibrator? Or a tongue? We considered that. When a woman approaches too many orgasms and nears exhaustion, she simply turns off the vibrator. Or tells the person doing the licking to stop.”

It appeared to him that a slight smile crossed her face. “What if she couldn’t turn it off?”

That gave him pause. “Well… We didn’t really cover that possibility in the tests. That’s not the way Ecstasy is meant to be used. It would be…”

“Drug abuse?” she filled in for him.

“Well, yeah. Abuse is a good enough term.” He found himself becoming more defensive as the conversation continued. “Many drugs can be abused,” he said. “Alcohol, as a prime example. Many prescription drugs can cause negative reactions if taken in excessive doses. Hell, a lot of over the counter drugs will do the same. What are you getting at?”

“So you never tested for prolonged, unwilling stimulation combined with your drug?”

His frown deepened. “As I said, that would be counter to the proscribed use of the product.”

“As a medical doctor, what would be the result of such a case? What would happen to a woman were she forced to endure prolonged stimulation? How many orgasms can a woman experience with the help of your drug? What would be the effect on her?”

He sucked in air before speaking. “As with any physical exertion, fatigue would set in. Human muscles can only operate for so long before becoming exhausted. I would assume that there would come a point where her body would no longer be able to produce orgasms. But we never tested anything like that. It simply didn’t seem reasonable.” He paused to think for a moment, and then added, “Of course, when the body refreshes itself, the cycle would begin again.”

The detective pressed on. “And what of the woman’s mental state? What might be the possible effects of such prolonged… abuse?”

It was the doctor’s turn to shake his head. “I couldn’t say. We simply did not go into that area. My guess is that it might put her off on sex – for a while, at least.” He meant it as a joke, but the humor fell flat with the lovely detective. He waited to see it she would ask another question. The direction this interview was taking bothered him. When she said nothing, he found himself defending his product. “We considered the possibility that a woman might become addicted to Ecstasy. But I assure you there is no physical addiction possible. We’re sure of that. As to a psychological addiction… Well, you can imagine that most women would find the use of a harmless drug that drastically improved their sex life to be attractive.”

From her expression, he could not tell how she felt about that. It made him nervous. “Can you tell me what this is all about?”

“We have had two cases where a woman was subjected to prolonged, unwilling sexual stimulation while under the influence of your drug. In both cases, the woman was tied down with a powerful vibrator tied such that it would provide continuous stimulation. Then each woman was left alone.”

He was getting a bad feeling about this. “For how long?” he asked.

“In the first case, the woman was left in an abandoned building for exactly twenty-four hours.”

“Twenty-four hours?” he repeated slowly. It was difficult to grasp what that would be like for the woman. “Twenty-four hours of continuous orgasms? What did she say about that?”