Let's check in on Erica and Andrew.

"Now then," Erica said sultrily as Andrew's erect penis came into view, "what should I do with this?"

"I've got a few ideas," he chuckled. She nodded seriously.

"I'm afraid I don't, baby. It seems you've really slowed me down... why don't you make a suggestion?"

"You could suck on it," Andrew said. The posh demon clapped her hands with delight, an utterly bizarre gesture to see her perform.

"Oh my, yes!" she said excitedly as she knelt. "Why, that seems l-mmmff!"

Andrew ended her sentence prematurely by filling her mouth with his member. She shouted in muffled surprise, then her eyelids drooped and she began to move her head, overtaken with the simple pleasure of the act. Andrew leaned back against the living room wall and closed his eyes.

Her technique was sloppy but enthusiastic and she was doing things with her tongue that he doubted any real woman could do. As her frantic pumping became more insistent, Andrew felt himself already building to climax. Before he could reach it, he was distracted by a warm, wet feeling on his right foot.

He glanced down and yelled in disgust, pushing Erica off of him. Eyes closed, she made sucking motions at the air for a moment before opening her eyes and looking around with concern.

"Were you fucking drooling?" There was a large wet spot in the center of his right sneaker.

She grinned sheepishly. "Guilty as charged... you've, ah, made quite a mess of me, it seems."

"Ugh." Andrew fetched a paper towel to wipe off his shoe as Erica stood clumsily and wiped the drool off her chin. She walked woozily into the kitchen behind him and leaned against the fridge languidly.

"Well I'm sorry if I'm a bit too cloddish to help myself," she said. "You really only have yourself to blame-"

"Take off your clothes," he said impatiently. Erica flashed him a coy smile and started fumbling with the buttons on her shirt.

"You only need ask, dear boy," she said as she tottered up to him. To his disappointment, she was still working the top button. "My, these modern clothes are so complex! It seems-"

She was interrupted when he ripped open her shirt, sending buttons flying everywhere. "Aha!" she cried triumphantly and clumsily pulled her bra off without unhooking it. As she reached to unzip her skirt, they were both distracted by a loud cry from the bedroom.

"Goddamnit," Andrew said with irritation.

"Oh, don't be cross, darling," Erica placated. "I may be a capital dunce, but I'm still the devil. Let me show you what I-"

Her speech was cut off by an even louder ululating cry of orgasmic ecstasy from Madison. Erica raised her eyebrows, impressed. "Oh, my."