An odd phone call

The next morning John was woken up by the phone ringing. He sat up on the couch alone, Ophelia having somehow extracted herself and left quietly during the night.

"Hey John, this is Satan. I'm down at the bar with Billy and the crew. I just wanted to run something by you".

"Uh, sure", said John, wondering how the old biker had gotten his number.

"I know you won Billy's bike, his girl and his money fair and square yesterday", said the gravelly voice.

"Uhuh",

"but its kinda fucked Billy up and he's a bit of a downer to be around right now, so I got a proposal for you".

"Ok", said John waiting to hear if he would offer him something else in exchange for the bike, or tell him the girl was just a joke and that you cant possibly win someone in a game of poker.

"Fealty", said Satan simply then after John didn't reply, he elaborated. Billy's willing to offer you fealty if he can get his wife and bike back.

"uhhhh", said John, not knowing quite what he meant, but thinking about it. He had no use for the bike really, and what was he going to do with the biker chick long term. He had already fucked her face and that was before he knew she was Billy's wife! This could be complicated.

"I'd encourage you to consider it seriously John", said Satan. "Fealty is useful. He's not your ****, but it means if you ever need him, he'll come running. You got something dirty to do. He'll do it. He gets his wife back, but you can still fuck her any time you like".

"Ok".

"What?" said Satan, expecting a more engaged argument.

"I said Ok, that's fine. Fealty."

John was pleased to hear surprise on the old man's voice before he hung up and went to get himself a coffee just as the door was knocked again.

"Oh no..." said John with a feeling of dread.

He crossed to the door to see who was waiting for him this time.