Biochemistry… bo-ring

I jolted awake to the sound of metallic clattering. I glanced at the clock - still half an hour before my alarm. I jumped out of bed and rushed into the kitchen, only to find Pride, rummaging through my pots & pans.

“Pride! What the fuck are you doing here?”

“Making breakfast. Did I wake you, Jakey? Wakey wakey, Jakey?” She snickered at her own childish joke.

“I - okay, well why are you in my house?”

“I just figured you’d want me to be.” This probably fed into my earlier harem/posse suggestions to her. “I went to your room after the elevator came back down - when I did, you were sound asleep, so I crept into your living room and catnapped on the couch.”

I shook my head in disbelief. “Did I forget to unlock my door?”

Pride grinned at me, still wearing her sunglasses (did she sleep in them?). “Nope! Used a hair pin.”

I sighed. “Alright, well, what’s for breakfast?”

“I was making scrambled eggs, but there’s only three left. Did you want some?”

I nearly ripped my hair out in frustration right then and there. “Pride, I swear to god, you are so… so… narcissistic!”

Pride shrugged, finally pulling out a suitable pan. “That’s kind of my whole thing, Jakey! Actually, I’m more narcissistic than Narcissus was, so… y’know, maybe he shouldn’t get his own word when I don’t.”

I tried to figure out what to command her that could remedy this - everything about her was great, except for her sin. I supposed that was how all demons were, but I’d have to change that. Pride needed to learn a thing or two about following orders and putting someone else before herself.

“Okay, Pride, I’m sorry it had to come to this. Be my personal maid. Clean my apartment, cook me food, and do my laundry. Find joy and arousal in doing what I say, and put my needs before your own. Also, uh. Dress like a slutty maid.”

Before my eyes, Pride transformed, her tank top and booty shorts replaced with a black-and-white frilly dress that plunged tantalizing low in the chest area.

Her hair was tied up in a neat bun, and she surprisingly kept her sunglasses on, which ruined the mood a bit.

“Pride, take off those sunglasses.”

“Ooh, sure thing, Jakey.” Pride ripped off her probably-expensive sunglasses, leaving them on the counter and winking at me with those bright red eyes, sexy as all hell.

I was somewhat satisfied. “Okay, I was going to have you call me ‘sir’ or something but Jakey is pretty sexy, actually. You can give those scrambled eggs a go while I shower - for me, please.”

Pride smiled and gave a little curtsy. It might be slow, but I was certain that she would become less dominatrix and more - well, sexy maid.

I got showered and dressed into the cleanest clothes I could find - having a maid help me with that habit would be much appreciated. My first class today was the only one I shared with Emily, and I was determined to go farther with her.

Soon, I exited back out into the kitchen, finding a plate on the table with some slightly overcooked scrambled eggs, which I was dismayed to find were unseasoned except for shredded cheese.

I almost laughed at my stupidity - of course a literal egomaniac-turned-demon wouldn’t be the best chef. I had an idea to make the maid thing work out - I’d somehow altered Stella’s past the other night, so maybe I could do the same for Pride.

“Pride, reveal to me that you’ve secretly been training in cuisine, cleaning, laundry, and, I guess, dishwashing for the last 200 years. Be the most skilled person to ever do any of those things, and desperately want to finally use those abilities to serve me.”

Pride tapped me on the shoulder. “Jakey, I have something to tell you…” Her crimson eyes looked away. “While I’ve been working in Hell, I’m actually been training to be a maid, practicing, learning from the best deceased dishwashers, everything. I’m so glad you asked me to be your maid because I used to just do all these things for myself. Now that I’m doing it for you… I, well, have a purpose? That’s too corny, right?”

I smiled. “Make me scrambled eggs again.”

Pride ran to the stove, somehow materializing a few more eggs, flipping it deftly in the pan with one hand and chopping my scarce selection of veggies with the other. She toasted a piece of bread on the pan, while wrapping the eggs up in a sort of scrambled pouch.

Finally, she plated: the toast with diced veggies and the omelet thing on top, with soy sauce and seasoning to top it off. She sliced the pouch with a knife at my seat, releasing scrambled eggs that perfectly coated the toast.

“Here you go, Jakey. Omakase toast, homemade!”

They were somehow the best eggs I’d ever had.

“Alright, Pride, I have to go to my classes. While I’m gone, clean this place up - and prepare for some romantic fucking tonight.”

With that, I left the apartment. On my way out, Stella waved at me, so I went up to the front desk to say hi.

“Hey, Stella. How’s it going?”

“Awesome, Mr. W- er, Jacob. Sorry, **** of habit. I was so… full last night, I had to shower for an hour and a half.”

I smiled, glancing at her gorgeous E cup breasts, sticking out from her slim build like a sore but sexy thumb.

“Say, Stella - tell me honestly, what are you into sexually?”

She blushed a bit. “Well, I was a pornstar, so I’ve been with all kinds of people, on and off camera. I’m pansexual - so I’m attracted to people regardless of gender. I’ve dated both women and men for months at a time. Oh, and… honestly, I like to be dominating when I’m with another woman. With a man, it depends - I certainly liked being a bit submissive on that elevator.” She winked at me.

I grinned. “Glad to hear that, Stella.” I exited the building and waited at the corner for a few minutes before Emily picked me up in her little Toyota - I hugged her across the dashboard and we drove to campus, chatting about our work for our respective majors. Biochemistry was our only class together - it really had nothing to do with my major, but I enrolled for a science credit and to share a class with Emily.

“Hey, Jacob, what’d you do yesterday?”

I laughed. “Oh, I went to the mall. Chatted with Stella. Nothing big.”

She nodded, and we entered the lecture hall, saying hi to Professor Santero, a 40-something Latina who was hard to be horny about, with meh features and conservative clothing. I didn’t mind - I had plenty of women to mess around with now.

Emily and I took our usual spot in the back row - it was my choice, so that I could slack off, sleep, and cheat off of my best friend without the professor noticing. We were the only ones all the way back there, and the desks wrapped around the front so the professor couldn’t see much, which gave me ideas.

As Emily sat down, I noted her outfit - very casual, with denim shorts and a puffy sweatshirt. Knowing what was under there made me horny, but there was nothing to look at.

When Emily took her laptop out to take notes, I whispered in her ear: “Be wearing a loose skirt, not shorts. Don’t wear panties - or a bra. Let me touch you without making a commotion.”

Her outfit transformed in front of my eyes - she was now wearing a knee-length pink skirt and her sweatshirt pressed a bit more against her bare chest. Of course, Emily didn’t bat an eye. I lifted her skirt and carefully felt underneath the desk with one hand, finding her frankly very bushy vagina.

I whispered again as Professor Santero began to lecture: “Be clean-shaven below the neck.” Instantly, her leg hair disappeared and I could feel her smooth, bare, warm pussy. I put in one finger, then two, feeling slight wetness.

I was horny now. “Emily, give me a handjob under the table.”

She smirked at me, gesturing to the empty spot on the desk. “Can’t focus on the lecture, huh? Well, I know what’ll help: some post-nut clarity.” I quickly pulled out my laptop so I wasn’t as suspicious.

“Come on, Jacob. I’ll jerk you off, but stay quiet about it.” I quickly slid my sweatpants and underwear down my legs, releasing my footlong erection as it nearly brushed the table from underneath.

Emily could barely reach her hand around it, but started to rub it up and down like a magic lamp, and I felt my erection grow harder. I stayed quiet, just looking down at my lap while Emily stroked my cock up and down, precum trickling down the side.

I felt myself coming to a climax - with my new sexual stamina, it wouldn’t be my last. I grabbed a tissue from the table and discreetly came into it, so as not to make a mess. Emily’s hand went back to her laptop as she typed away.

Damn, that was sexy. I wasn’t sure how far we could go in the lecture hall, though. I tried to focus on the lecture for a while, but Professor Santero had a way of making even interesting concepts very boring. I could feel my erection rise again and, eventually, I had another idea.

“Emily,” I whispered, “get under the desk and give me oral.”

She glanced over at my cock, once again hard, and winked at me. “If Santero asks, I’m in the bathroom, you horny animal.” With that, she ducked underneath the desk, grabbing my cock with both hands and licking down the side. I shuddered with arousal.

She looked me in the eyes as she stuck a few inches into her mouth, covering my dick with saliva before rubbing it. I kept my eyes straight forward at the professor. Thankfully, Emily was stealthy and didn’t make a sound, even as she enjoyed my huge dick.

Eventually, with Emily rubbing my balls, I could feel my climax.

“When I cum, swallow,” I whispered. I remembered Emily washing out her mouth the last time I asked that, so I added on: “Enjoy the taste of my cum.”

Soon, the combo of all of Emily’s ministrations took its toll and I came, spurting out multiple hot loads into Emily’s willing mouth. She kept contact for quite a while, sucking all the cum off, before breaking free and licking her lips.

“What have you been eating?” she whispered. “You taste weird. Amazing, but not normal.”

Eventually, Emily slid back up from under the table, and I slipped my pants on. Aside from fingering her pussy throughout the lecture, I couldn’t thing of anything surreptitious enough to do.

At the end of the class, Emily and I hugged goodbye, my erection pressing up against her. She didn’t mind that sort of thing anymore, of course.

Emboldened, I headed to my next class, filled with ideas.