Welcome to the Party Chapter 4

Welcome to the Party
Chapter 4

Driving like a maniac, the man made it home in record time. What in the hell was going on? With Bast, at least he knew where he stood, but these two new women? I may be dead by the end of the week, let alone the month, the man thought. Parking his car, the man got out and retreated to his door. This wouldn't happen as he saw his overweight neighbor waiting for him. She was standing in front of his door with her legs spread in a defensive position. The look on her face was almost a dare to try and get past her.

"I need to talk to you!" She spit with venom as he approached his door. Shit, he thought, now what?

"I'm sorry," The man stated, "can I help you?"

The woman smirked at him and was tempted to draw back a hand and beat the truth out of him. Thinking better, she took a deep breath. "I don't know how you did it, and I don't care. Someone is going to have to take responsibility for this."

The man was dumbfounded as he tried not to look at the woman's face. "I'm sorry, what in the hell..."

"Cut the dumb ass horse shit! I don't know how, but I know you did it. Tina was a virgin two days ago, but now she isn't! That, plus the fact that I felt like I had taken on a hell of a lot of men. I know different things, so is there anything you want to say? If it were you, I'd like another go; Tina, though, is fucking off-limits. That's the deal. You can have me as much as you want, but leave her alone." She stood there a moment, then held her hand out.

"Why do you say it was me? I mean, I haven't even..." the man started.

With a sigh, the woman said, "You are the only man she has ever seen, let alone been around. The last few days, she has been in too much pain to leave the house." Pointing her finger at the man, she went on. "I also know she has a crush on you and would do almost anything to see you smile or wave at her. I'm warning you I won't forget again like I did the first time. I have it all down on several letters and recordings. So that's the deal."

The man stood there trying not to look up, trying not to run hell, trying not to be scared shitless! "I will admit to having sex with you," the man started. I was thinking as fast as I could. "I cannot, however, admit to having sex with Tina. I am not interested in her at the moment, though." The man almost looked at the woman. "The second part of the deal I will take as I am without a partner or much else. Shall we?" The man bowed, making the woman hesitate a moment.

Once they were both inside, the woman crossed her arms again. "The deal was to... to..."

The man was staring directly at her, watching her. Nodding at the man, she started to remove her clothes. "I want you when we are done to destroy everything about this. You will think I am not the one who took her virginity. You and I will continue to do this once a day, which you will think was your idea. Now, then repeat what I said." The man was shaking. He hoped this worked. Going to jail was not his idea of a life.

After repeating everything, the woman looked at the man almost painedly. "Can I now? I am in such need, may I?"

The man stood still a moment, "What is your name?" He asked.

"Karen, sir," she said as she started to pant, looking at the man as he was getting undressed.

So the man thought I had some control over it. This time, when the woman took his member in a full thrust, he told her to go slower. Again, the woman had a pained, almost starving look but nodded. Finishing ten minutes later, the woman got up to dress.

"I want you only to remember what I told you before, Karen, and I will see you soon," the man said as the woman again started to get dressed with a massive smile. Shaking his head, the man sat at his computer again, deciding to do a miniature trading. Smiling, he thought the last time had to be just a fluke. He'd heard about guys who had a perfect day, then everything tanked.

Starting, the man only invested about one-quarter of the million he'd made the day before. Then, to his shock, it quickly turned into two million. Shutting down, the man was a little afraid that the FTC might come after him with the two days of highly superb trading he'd had. The man was even more surprised when Sekhmet's face appeared on his screen.

"Little sister isn't the only one who can care for her husband. Besides, I thought you deserved a rather sizeable reward for the pleasure you gave me earlier today. That's four for me, though technically, you also had that one for my sister. See you soon... Stud!" with that, Sekhmet blew the man a kiss with a huge smile, and then the screen was dark. Shaking his head, the man thought, I still wonder how I got into this.

Thinking over his options, I saw that there wasn't a whole lot he could do. True, there were other professors he could talk to, but not without an appointment. A thought hit him:' There was one he might speak to, though she might end up trying to grind him into the floor.' Reaching for the phone, he hoped he wouldn't run into another follower of the goddesses this time.

"Doctor Markov's office." A cheery voice came on the other end.

"I was wondering if the doctor was available to discuss some of the Egyptian goddesses with me," the man said, almost like an idiot, when the words left his mouth.

"I'm sorry, sir, but the doctor isn't seeing students 'til..." The cheery voice started.

"I'm not a student. I may have some information that she may need. It's about several of the goddesses of ancient Egypt. I need her help with what I have found." The man said, still feeling like the woman was about to hang up on him.

There was a moment of silence, and then the voice returned, "Please hold; I'll ring the doctor just a moment."

"Thank you," the man replied. God, he hated to be put on hold! He'd seen and used this tactic before to get rid of people. Well, he thought, might as well hang up before...

"This is Doctor Markov. I was told you have information I might find vital to my studies?" The doctor's voice shocked the man.

"Yes, doctor. I have recently been in contact with three people who have a bearing on this. Just this morning, I noticed strange markings on my skin; they look much like Egyptian Hieroglyphics." The man wasn't sure what to make of all of this, hoping that the woman didn't slam the phone down.

"I see," replied the doctor. "As accurately as you can, describe them to me?"

"Well," the name started, "on one side of his mind is a Tjet (a knotted headdress with a loop); on the other, a small hawk beneath the moon over the river. A sistrum is on my left inner thigh, and a small ankh symbol on my right inner thigh." He heard the woman's sharp intake of breath. Then he heard her whisper Bast and Isis.

"You said that there were three people involved. These are the only markings you have noticed?" The doctor said suddenly, seemingly becoming more than interested.

The man was hesitant. The first two were hard enough to believe, but this? Sighing, the man continued, "Yes, doctor, I noticed a third set a little while ago. On my lower stomach, a red disk wrapped by a uraeus (cobra), and to the right of them is another ankh." Again, the man heard her gasp, then whispered Sekhmet.

"Sir, I would appreciate it if you came in and let me examine them." The doctor said, "It seems you wear the marks of three ancient goddesses."

"Uh, doc, I don't think that's too good of an idea. Since these have appeared on me, members of the opposite sex have been almost uncontrollable around me. I have been attacked at times, so I am far more careful. First, I have to ask: you aren't a follower or priestess for any of these three, are you?" The man asked.

"No, sir. I am not a follower of any of the ancient religions. Wait, you said ALL members of the opposite sex? I am at a loss right now. Is it possible for us to meet somewhere? At least to talk if you are that afraid?" The doctor suggested, a little concerned.

"That would be possible, but doctor, please tell no one and come alone, or it is off," the man advised her.

"I will. I am truly interested in what you have told me. Please meet me at the library downtown. Would that do?" the doctor suggested.

"Alright, I'll meet you in two hours; that will give me time to prepare." With that, the man and the doctor hung up.

In the next room, the assistant smiled, so all three were present. She needed to inform the followers, though they must be cautious or miss the chance. The doctor left, telling her assistant she was gone for the day. The assistant told her goodbye a minute later, locked up, and followed the doctor.

An hour and a half later, the man had to ensure his safety. Watching from nearby, he watched the comings and goings in public places. Near the appointed time, the man saw what he thought was the doctor's park and slowly walked inside. Not more than five minutes later, several more cars pulled up, and many people started to surround the building.

Shaking his head, the man called the front desk, asking to speak to the doctor.

"Yes, this is Doctor Markov." Came the woman's voice.

Trying to hold his anger, the man spit into the phone, "I thought I told you to come alone! You lost your and my last chance! You can kiss my ass...?"

"I came alone," the doctor interrupted the man. "The only other one you spoke to was my assistant. Oh my god! I am so sorry! My assistant mentioned something about Sekhmet the other day! Tell me, where else can we meet? No, I don't, yes, but, alright." Hanging up the phone with a deep sigh, the doctor left the building twenty minutes later, heading to her house. Disappointed, she would have to get another assistant tomorrow. She hated that the young woman was an asset, but it seemed she also had an extremely loud mouth.

The doctor could almost feel the people following her until she started to head home. Pulling into her garage, she sighed. This had been a real chance to study the proof of three female deities of ancient Egypt. Thanks to her assistant's meddling, the opportunity was lost forever.

Getting out of her car, the slender, tall, light brown-haired woman collected her mail and headed in. Inside, she laid everything on her counter and removed her coat when she felt a hand cover her mouth.

"I suggest you don't scream when I remove my hand. I felt this was the only way you and I could help each other. Now then," the man removed his hand and lowered his eyes as the woman doctor spun to face him.

At first, shocked, 'Who did he think he was breaking into her home? She had half a mind to call the police,' though she DID want to get a good look at the symbols. At least the ones that the man claimed were now on his body. "Alright, let me turn..." she started, reaching for the light switch.

"NO! Please, as little light as possible, I need your doctor to help me. Not a brainless, sex-starved female." The man said a little forcefully.

"A brainless... look here! How do you expect me to examine the supposed symbols if I can't see them?" The doctor told the man, a little pissed off.

"Trust me, doctor, it only takes a good look at my face for you to become that way. Honestly, I prefer you to be the way you are right now. Though I do have to admit, you are a beautiful woman." For some strange reason, the woman blushed at the man's words. "I need your help, doctor; as I stated, you are my last hope."

The doctor was shocked; the last hope he had? What in the hell was going on? What precisely was this man mixed up with?

Sighing, the woman nodded, "Alright, I'll see what I can do, but it will be difficult in the dark."

Nodding, the man told her, "I'll do all I can to help, but as I said, it only takes one good look, then nothing I have seen will break you out of it short of uh..."

The doctor looked up from across the room, "Short of what?"

"I hesitate to tell you it seems farfetched, but I tell you it is all true," the man said. The woman nodded and then indicated that he would continue. Sighing, the man continued, "When this first happened, it was just once a year, one night of passion. This year, it all changed. Bast appeared and told me I was her husband, and I needed to uh..."

"You needed to what?" The doctor inquired.

"That I needed to spread my seed, Doctor," the man inquired as he looked at the floor. "Just how old would you say I am?"

The doctor looked at what of him. She could see smooth young skin, no wrinkles anywhere. No grey hair, "I'd say you are young, possibly 22 or 23."

The man only shook his head, "No, doctor, I turned 55 three weeks ago."

The woman's face showed shock. "Now, sir, I think you are playing a prank on me." The man shook his head no and pulled his wallet out, handing it to her. The license was for a 55-year-old man, but this was impossible. "When did this... regression start?"

"After the first time last week with Bast. That's when the symbols on my thighs appeared, and Bast told me I was her husband. A few nights later, another woman appeared, claiming to be Isis. That's when the second set appeared. Bast said that her mother had marked me and I was safe. The other set appeared today after I met Sekhmet yesterday. She was mad that Bast claimed me and shouted to the air that she claimed me also. A booming voice said so be it, but she had to procure also." The man quieted as the doctor was in shock.

"My god," she whispered. "It's the foretold second awakening of the Egyptian gods!"



To be continued