The Hot Date

Hough could hardly believe his luck. On the first date with Patty (one of the best-known girls in the Dallas office), she had taken him home for the evening. She had just now excused herself as she had to "slip into something more comfortable". Hough's imagination was running amok, and his heart rate would have put most tachometers into the red zone.

As the door opened from the bedroom behind him, Hough managed to restrain himself from sitting up to look. Laying on the couch as she had left him, his shirt unbuttoned part way, lipstick all over his face, he just grinned and wiggled a little in excitement.

As she came around the corner, he nearly burst out of his clothes. She was wearing the twin outfit to that in Cher's newest video! He had this insane desire to ask her to show him her tatoos. Suddenly, she was on top of him on the couch.

"Just be still, lover," Patty whispered in his ear. Her full mouth was upon his before he knew it, her hands caressing his chest in ways he had never imagined.

"Right", he whispered back through her lips, hopefully with just the right amount of sarcasm. He drew her tightly to him, and his hand wandered down her back, just touching ever so lightly. They were only half way down her back when her mouth moved to his eyes. She began to kiss his right eyelid, ever so softly, licking it as well. Hough's temperature rose at least 10 degrees. He never knew the eyes could be excited like that. He began kissing her neck with the tip of his tongue.

Soon, the eyekiss had him so in ecstacy he could think of nothing else. He didn't consciously realize that his hands had found something very unusual on the small of her back.

As Patty kissed his eyes longer and longer, Hough's body reached a very unusual state. On the one hand, his heart was beating at near tachycardial rates. His breathing rate was that of an excited infant. Yet all of the voluntary muscles were relaxed, save those of his right hand, whose fingers caressed the horn-plated tentacles which had never registered with his mind.

Suddenly, just at the point his mind was overloading and he would have fainted, an incredible pain shot through Hough's right eye.

As Patty realized that Hough was at just the right point, her body did some things that would quickly disspell all belief in her humanity. A 1 inch, hollow, metallic tube extended from the back of her throat, and hovered just over Hough's eyelid. Her lips screamed at her not to stop, but she knew better. They would just have to end their pleasure orgy. The tube was flanked by a pair of smaller tubes, from which began to spurt an acidic solution. A sucking sound came from the tip of the central tube, which was beginning to spin, its diamond-toothed lips descending into the eyelid tissue.

As the tube sucked the dissolving eyelid from Hough's face, the acid stopped its flow. Immediately the larger tube attached itself to the eyeball, and sucked it whole from its socket. The acid tubes descended into the cavity, began to spurt again, and the central tube ate deeply of the gray meat.

Hough, suddenly wrenched from ecstacy into hell, began to scream in agony; his hands clawed at Patty's back futilely - what was left of his mind noted that her skin was as hard as steel. A dim memory drove his frantic hands to the tentacles - he grabbed, squeezed and pulled frantically.

Patty, annoyed but patient, immediately stopped her meal, and went to work on the other eyeball. Her lips soon had him back in ecstatic convulsions, with the pain and blood from his right eye socket totally forgotten. By the time the she began to feast on his left lobes, Hough was too weak to fight.

Soon, the cranial cavity was totally empty. After licking the walls clean with her 12 inch tongue, the tubes ceased their devouring. The larger tube began to fill Hough's head with a honey-and-vitamin gel. In the center of this mass, one of the smaller tubes deposited a lone egg, barely 1/1000th of an inch in diameter. The other tube fertilized the egg. As the tubes retracted, she moved back from his face. He looked even goofier in death than in life, but most of them did.

From her pockets, Patty pulled two homegrown eyeballs. She plopped each in its socket. She picked up the still, cooling corpse, and carried it to the walk-in freezer in her bedroom closet. As she turned out the lights and locked the door, a thin smile played about her lips.

"Goodnight, lover. See you in a month..." she whispered huskily, and crawled, exhausted but satisfied, into bed.

The egg hatched 29 days later. A two inch tall copy of Patty began to devour the honey solution, gaining strength to keep from freezing. Soon, she had reattached the ocular nerves to the new eyeballs. Working quickly, she formed the biocontrols that would allow her to control her new mobile home.

Outside, a timer had warned Patty to remove the body from the freezer and place it in the walk-in warmer. As the body reached operating temperature, Patty attached a specialized tentacle, normally hidden in her long tresses, to Hough's forehead. Soon, the miniature Patty clone, with her new identity programmed in her memory, spoke to Patty through Hough's lips.

"Hello, darling."

Patty smiled, kissed Hough's nose, and walked out. Hough followed her. Linked now by their minds, the new, improved Hough would be only an extension of Patty's personality. While he would still act in many ways as he always had, he would also act as Patty's covert intelligence and assault unit.

His old friends would never know what hit them.

Last updated: 29 Mar 1994

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