Expanding the business.

2 days later…

“So… Why are we here again?” Asked Felicia, looking around the empty loft along with Mary Jane, Jennifer and Janet. Hugging her white mink around her neck more tightly as she looked out the windows and tapped her foot against a steel pipe. “I’ll admit, this is kind of a crap-shack Susan, what gives?”

Susan Storm finally came into view from the back room in a red business dress, reverted to her succubus form where she shook her silver hair free to let it cascade down her back. Her sky-blue skin contrasting with the rose red of her clothing. “Well, I bought it, so we’d have a lounge all to ourselves.”

“You know I live in a high rise…” Answered Felicia, giving the woman a look.

“I’m a fashion designer.” Replied Janet, posing with her hands at her waist as she eyed the place over. “I practically have a studio bigger than this… Plus there’s no dirt.”

“Yes, but HERE you can let your hair down.” Susan explained, spreading her arms out to the entire space. Taking up an entire floor of what used to be a factory complex, the building was being retrofitted for residential or commercial use. Purchasing the entire top floor, Susan had plans and ideas. “Here you can get away from it all, take a breather and relax without anyone seeing the you underneath.”

Shrugging her shoulders, Jen sighed, letting her green skin turn bright purple and horns to sprout from her brow, her matching green hair taking a platinum tint as she rolled her shoulders and undid the bun in her hair to let it flow loose behind her. “So… What? A succubus club house?”

“You don’t like it?”

“Oh no, I think its perfect!” Snorted Jennifer, crossing her arms. “We can stay up late, drink hot coco and talk about boys.”

“I see your sarcasm is as sharp as ever.” Smirked the Invisible Woman as she moved to a bundle of spare keys she had furbished. “Seriously though, give this place time and a LOT of redecorating and we might actually have an office for our new business!”

“Oooh, finally getting an office for our escort service, feels like we’re moving up in the world.”

“Pff, we’re prostitutes MJ, DEMONIC prostitutes at that.”

“Speak for yourself! I’m a lawyer by trade.” Piped in Jen as she walked through the open floor, inspecting everything above and around her.

“Perfect! If things go south, you can represent us.” Chirped Janet, getting a chuckled out of the other four women who had also let their other forms slip, feeling more relaxed now that they could assume their demonic horns and skin. “Alright, alright, you won us over Suzie… But this place needs a HUGE make over before you think we’re going to sit around here.”

“Yeah, the floor alone looks like you need a tetanus shot just being here.”

“Don’t worry, I’ve planned for that, I hired a crew to come in and fix the place up…” Looking down at her watch, Susan winced and began waving her arms. “OH! And they’re showing up in 5 minutes!”

One by one, the five transformed themselves back into their human forms and checked each other over to make sure nothing was awry when they heard the industrial elevator rise to their floor. The moment the metal grate opened several men in hardhats and equipment began loading plaster and wood out to begin working.

“Suzie Storm? Are you the one who contracted us on this place?” Asked the head of the construction workers waiting on a response from the blonde woman in the red business suit. The women behind her gave a low coo or purr he didn’t quite catch as she reached out and shook his hand. “Why yes, any paperwork for me to sign?”

“Yeah.” Pulling out a clip board, the man held out a pen for her. “Please sign here and here.” Going over the paperwork, Susan’s eyes slowly narrowed as she went through the fine print. “This states your work will take 2 weeks, the agreement was three days.”

“Yeah well sometimes things take a while.” The man drawled in a thick Brooklyn accent, getting a chuckle from the others behind him.

“I want it done in three days, just as we agreed.”

Look bimbo, if it takes 3 days, it’ll take three days, if it takes two weeks you may have to spend more on…” The man never had a chance to finish his sentence when Susan placed a manicured fingernail at his forehead, stunning him silent. Slowly tracing her nail down his lip, his neck and down to his chest, she looked down into his chest and found a squirming black worm wrapped around his heart. A worm of apathy, slothfulness and greed. Looking over his shoulder to find the rest of his crew attentive but unaware of what she was doing, Susan plucked at the worm and pulled it out, bundling the squirming thing in her fingers and crushing it. Disintegrating into dust in her hand, Susan looked up to find the man’s demeanor had changed; more alert yet curious of where he was. “Hi… Can you tell me your name handsome?”

“Bob.”

“Well… Bob, how about this, if you can get this job done in three days like we agreed, you might get a bonus, a BIG bonus.”

Smiling and nodding with his hard hat, the chief contractor looked to his crew. “Alright boys, we got 3 days to make this place liveable, chop chop!”

“But boss, you said we had two weeks.”

“You questioning my resolve bucko? Three days! And keep complaining and I’ll make it two and a half!”

Keeping their mouths shut, the crew quickly set off to work moving equipment and supplies just as Bob tore up the contract and tipped his hard hat to Susan, the woman looking to the others with a wink and thumb’s up.

“What the hell just happened?” Asked a very confused Mary Jane, still staring at what just transpired.

“Oh, just a little trick I picked up.” The blond answered, tilting her shoulder and turning to leave to give the others the space to work. Just as they entered the elevator, Felicia leered at one of the workers bending to pick up a power saw before she slapped him across the ass, eliciting a yelp from the crouched man. Looking up over his shoulder, he nearly fell over at the silver haired beauty looking back over her shoulder with the others, giving him a wink and a ‘call me’ sign with her hand, flicking Susan’s escort card towards him and closing the gate to the elevator.