A beautiful woman sits toward the back of the restaurant by herself.

Johnny maneuvered his host body through the isles that separated the tables. Eventually, someone caught his eye. Toward the back of the restaurant at a seat basically by herself sat a woman. She seemed to be in her early forties with long red hair. She sipped a drink by herself, and Johnny moved in closer. She had a curvy and voluptuous figure. Her age had begun to show a little bit with a couple small lines around her eyes and a slight pouch that had formed in her belly, plus breasts that sagged just ever so slightly but probably did not five years ago. This wonderfully curvy figure was encased in a form-fitting green dress that showed off a blessed bounty of cleavage and left little to the imagination elsewhere. The woman glanced about the restaurant seeming bored with the place. “Target acquired,” Johnny said as he grabbed a drink off the tray of some random waiter (a drink probably destined for someone else) and made his way to the table.

“Hello,” Johnny said to the woman pleasantly, “may I sit?” The woman looked surprised. “I suppose,” she said with a slight chuckle as she sipped her wine. “You look stunning,” Johnny said with a smile, “What’s your name?” The woman seemed surprised by the encounter. “Lisa,” she said, “but, since I’m old enough to be your mother, I suppose the respectful thing would be for you to call me Mrs. Warner.” “Well, Lisa,” Johnny began, “my mother has been gone a very long time, and I assure you that you look nothing like her.” Lisa chuckled again, “Kid,” she said, “I’ve seen folks like you, but I’ve never heard a line quite like that before—trying the ‘my mom’s gone’ thing when you’re . . . what? Eighteen? Just to get into my pants and say you’ve been with a cougar?” Lisa said, dismissing Johnny’s efforts.

“Ouch,” Johnny said, holding his hand to his chest in mock pain, “You know I don’t think of you as a cougar; I just happen to prefer older, more mature women. I bet you could show me a few things,” Johnny said with a smile. “Like what?” Lisa replied, “how to do your taxes?” She got up from the table, standing in such a way that put her wonderful boobs just about at Johnny’s eye-level. “It was a valiant effort kid,” she said as she patted him on the shoulder, “maybe if my looks stay around for another ten years and you age enough that you can shave and your balls drop, then you can come and see me,” she said as she sexily strutted off toward the bathroom.

“Wow,” Johnny mused to himself, “she can do that while still having a soul . . . well-played, Lisa, well-played.” Johnny sat at the table for a moment before deciding he wasn’t done trying yet, that it was time to step up his efforts. Johnny concentrated for a moment and disappeared in a puff of black smoke, an even that went unnoticed by the drunken, self-absorbed guests. In a blink, he reappeared in the women’s restroom to which Lisa had gone.

Johnny appeared in the restroom and beheld a beautiful sight. There in front of him was Lisa, her beautiful, round, motherly ass in full view and barely contained by her form-fitting dress as she bent over to wash her face. “If it were not for your boobs, you would look better from this angle,” Johnny opined. Lisa jumped. “Aaahh!” she screamed, her eyes wide with surprise. “How in the hell did you get in here you little shit?!” “Is that language appropriate for a classy woman like you?” Johnny asked nonchalantly, not the least bit unnerved by her obvious fear. “I’m a lawyer, and I’ll sue your for **** you little bastard!” she yelled.

“Lisa,” Johnny began, a hint of irritation now in his voice, “I don’t like your tone,” he said as he held up his hand. Tiny wisps of swirling red smoke emanated from his hand and made their way quickly toward Lisa as she sat wide-eyed. They **** their way inside her nose and mouth, and she began to convulse and spasm. Her voluptuous body jiggled and shook as the magic overpowered her. Her full, middle-aged body fell roughly to the bathroom floor, unable to move as she lay awkwardly with her back to a wall. Johnny looked down at her and saw that her breathing had quickened, and her eyes were wide with terror.

Johnny walked Jack’s body over to the paralyzed woman as fear gripped her. He knelt down next to her and cleared his throat. “Lisa, I think we got off on the wrong foot,” he calmly began. “I think you now know that I’m not a normal eighteen year old, despite my appearance. In fact, I’m not an 18-year-old at all; this meat suit, this body, this . . . Jack—he’s eighteen, but I’m much older, and I am just riding around inside him because at the moment I find his skin to my liking. I’m a demon, you see,” he started as he looked at Lisa, whose labored breathing continued and whose eyes were fixed on him. She’d turned white as a sheet as her captor had explained himself.

“I’ve got many powers, Lisa, and you’re under one of them right now,” Johnny explained kindly. “See, I can alter the bodies and minds of other people. In your case, what I’ve just done is stopped your brain from sending real signals to the rest of your body. That’s why you are still alive and conscious, but you have no motor function and so cannot move. I’ve never tried that trick before, but it seems to have worked well on you,” he said with a little chuckle, patting Lisa’s hand. “Speaking of your body,” he continued, “you really are very pretty, Lisa. You may not be a 20-something swimsuit model, but a tiny bit of extra weight in the right places can make a woman jiggle just perfectly,” he said as he motioned to her breasts.

Johnny stood, rubbing his chin as if to contemplate something. “Lisa,” he said, “I need a base of operations. This borrowed body of mine is a good start, but I need a house, a place to bring people, a place to call home. As a demon, I need a place to consume human souls and make more slaves, and my meat suit will need food too if it is to survive. I was hoping you could provide those things. You seem to have money, you probably have friends, a job, all things that would help me,” he said as he looked at her, her eyes still locked in terror upon him. “Now, I could just crawl my way inside that lovely body of yours myself, but I do so like this one for now,” he said as he looked down at himself, “so what I am probably going to do is a bit of mind control to just **** you to do what I want you to do anyway,” he declared. “But, first, I’d like to do the gentlemanly thing and get to know you a bit,” he sad as he waved his hand, removing just enough of his spell that Lisa could now talk.

“Lisa, what is your age?” Johnny asked. The woman lay still on the floor, her breathing still indicating obvious distress. “Fo….For….Forty-one,” she stammered. “Are you married, and do you have children?” Johnny asked. Lisa gulped, “ . . . . Boy—Kyle—he’s 7 . . . li . . . lives with his father in New York.” “Ah, I see,” Johnny said pleasantly. “Do you have any questions for me?” he said to her. She paused. “Are you going to kill me?” “Well,” Johnny began, “again, your resources and your body are of use to me, so I’m likely to just overpower your mind, but it is not necessarily essential that your soul remain inside your body, so I may decide to remove it at some point . . . still working that one out, actually.”

Johnny glanced down at his watch. “Oh my,” he said, “look at the time! I’ve enjoyed our chat, Lisa, really, but there’s mayhem to reap, and we must be going.” Johnny brought his hand up, and Lisa’s body magically followed, being magically lifted off the floor to a standing position right in front of the demon. “Please no . . . “ Lisa said meekly as tears began to stream down her face. Johnny shook his head slightly as he brought his hand up. “It’s necessary, my dear. You’re about to see the birth of a new world disorder,” he said as he laid his hand firmly on the woman’s shoulder.

Suddenly, her crying stopped, and her eyes shot wide open, glowing bright red like hot embers in a fire. Her body jerked and shook a little bit as the magic fought its way inside her, and then it all stopped. She closed her eyes and, when she opened them, she was not the same woman she had been. She seemed tired, overcome. She was not soulless, but certainly her mind was no longer her own.

Jack beheld his new creation, as the woman stood staring straight ahead in front of him. “You look wonderful, my dear,” he said. “Tank you,” she said. “Isn’t it so much easier letting the magic take over than trying to all of that thinking for yourself?” “It is,” she said, a slight smile creeping across her face. “Be a dear and bring the car around,” Jonny instructed, “I’ll be out soon.” Lisa walked unquestioningly out of the restroom and toward the parking lot, while Jonny’s mind swam with possibility.