Party of One

You head down to the salon admiring the way Emily's ass moves. Hours ago she teetered about on her 6 inch heels. Now she moves about like a professional. You're sure that no streetwalker in the world could match her style.

The party has died down. Teresa is sitting alone on the couch, looking thoroughly fucked. Her hair is wild, her dress disheveled. She really looks like a hot mess. You know she's been passed from demon to demon throughout the night.

Still, she shows no sign of infection.

Louisa is off in the corner talking to her husband. The corrupted dictator, you chuckle to yourself, 'DICK-tator,' is trying to explain something to her. You pick up their conversation as you approach.

"... no, mistress," El Jefe says, "we were sure that she got the injection before we started. I swear."

Gone is the confident, swaggering strongman who ruled San Marino with an iron first. While he'll be able to play that persona to the humans of the world, you can tell, simply from his tone of voice, that Louisa has completely subjugated him. For all intents and purposes, Generalissimo Franco Francisco Caldorone is dead.

"What's going on?" you ask.

"Your fellow escort seems uncorruptible," Louisa answers.

"Well," you respond, "that may work to our advantage. Do we have samples from her?"

Louisa looks behind the bar and nods. Three unlabeled sample containers sit there.

"Label them as yours," you instruct Louisa, "and have Emily deliver them to Kyle. She's to tell him that I'll be along shortly."

Louisa smiles at you and gathers the samples before heading over to Emily.

You settle in on the couch next to Teresa.

"Did you have a good time, dear?" you ask.

"Oh, God yes. I've never been fucked like that in all my life. "I wish it never had to end."

"Good," respond, taking Teresa's hand in yours. You wrap your other arm around her and pull her into a kiss. At first Teresa responds by kissing back. She has her arms around your neck. In an instant, your tongue plunges into her throat, and Teresa begins to gag. She begins pounding on your shoulders and chest, trying to push you away, but you're too strong for her. Placing your hands on the sides of her head, you inhale. You feel Teresa's soul being ripped from her mortal coil. This is nothing like the pleasurable sensation that a victim experiences as their body takes on a demonic form. Teresa's pain nourishes you. You tongue winds deeper within the woman and entwines her beating heart. You squeeze it until it cannot beat, and Teresa falls in a heap, dead.

Still, you know that her soul has made its way to hell where she will be a plaything for Lilith's minions. She got her wish as she's going to fucked for all eternity.

Louisa stands in the doorway flanked by her pets. You toss Teresa's body to the floor and allow the catwomen to devour her flesh.

You walk outside. Kyle waits by the limo. Emily is inside. Kyle stares at you as you walk past him to the rear door. He adjusts his trousers before sitting behind the wheel.

"Let's get back to the apartment so Liz can begin analyzing the samples," you say.