A Man With a Sign

As you strut into the airport you see a man with a ‘Princess Lily’ sign. He is bald, muscular, with a nice bulge.

You find yourself thinking it’s a shame he doesn’t have a soul.

You walk up to him.

“Princess?”

“Who the fuck else would I be?”

“Lapland and Gold is providing you with a limo. They hope to do business with you.”

“And, why should I care?”

“For the right price, they have the sustenance you are seeking.”

“Why didn’t you start with that? Lead the way.”

You follow his tight muscular ass out to a luxurious stretch limo.

You step inside, your latex dress squeaking on the fine leather seats. A gray haired man dressed in a gray, pin striped, silk suit sits on the driver’s end.

In a voice that is deep and smooth, with a hint of a foreign accent he says, “Hello, Lily. Welcome to New York.”

“Thank you.”

“I’m Vincent Markesh, one of the partners at Lapland and Gold. You mother indicated you would be visiting and might enjoy feasting on some souls.”

“You heard correctly, Vincent. What did you have in mind?”

“We’ve put together several packages. A hotel penthouse for the week and three men daily for two million. The same penthouse with five men daily for four million or the all you can eat. No penthouse, just an alley with as many men as you can handle for ten million.”

You laugh. “I’m not here for vacation, Vincent. Give me the all you eat.”

“Very well.”

He knocks on the driver’s window.

“We are here. They’ll be ten men already there. We’ll keep you fully supplied for the week.”

“Pleasure doing business with you, Vincent.”

You step out of the limo and head down the alley. It is dark, damp, and stinks of garbage and urine. True to his word there are ten men, gagged and chained to the wall. You let your aura of lust begin to fill the alley. All the men salute you.

You take the first one and lay him on the ground. Unlike the airplane you waste no time making him cum. After all, this is an all you can eat buffet and you intend to be be gluttonous.

You are riding number nine when a bald muscular man arrives with another ten. He looks slightly surprised by the number of desiccated bodies in the alley. As he drops off the next batch he pulls out his cell and begins to chatter.

You finish nine and move on to the next. The newly arrived men already look eager to fuck you, despite the pile of bodies.

You smile. You don’t need to eat or sleep and you mean to fuck at least a thousand men.

By day six the bodies are piled high. You feel unbelievably powerful. You take a few seconds break from fucking to reach out and touch the magic. You grin, soon you will have the same powers as mother.

You lose track of time and are surprised when Vincent strolls into the alley. He looks about at the stacks of bodies and frowns.

“Remind me not to offer that option to you again, Princess. I do believe we won’t do much better than breaking even.”

You shrug. “Is the week up already? I was just getting started.”

He laughs. “Yes, your plane is being prepared and we have a limo to take you to the airport.”

“Thank you, Vincent. I’m already looking forward to my next visit.”

“Of course. Although let me assure you our homeless population is not. This way.”

He escorts you to your limo. You spend the ride touching and grabbing the magic, feeling it’s power infuse you.

Soon you are on your plane.