The tour

Spending the next hour introducing the rest of her staff to her family, Susan sat at the center of the couch in her draenei form, smiling warmly when Julia and Maggie served her and Reed drinks and offered juice to her son and daughter. There were times Reed had to just smile and nod when the draenei of Susan’s escort service introduced themselves to him one by one, almost like they were trying to impress him in front of their Mistress. He wasn’t sure if they were simply big on role play considering their lifestyle or just having fun with him. But the idea that he had met Catherine the Great, Dona Malinche, and Lady Godiva all in one day was silly enough that he smiled and humoured the blue skinned demon women fawning over him.

At his feet where his son and daughter sitting on the circular rug between the couch and coffee table, watching the two male draenei work while sipping their juice. At least four of Susan’s escorts sat with them, acting excited as they spoke with the two. The man smirking when Val had grabbed hold of Qarinah’s horns and tugged, making the blue demoness yelp before laughing.

“We finally got the TV hooked up!” Called out the male draenei with a goatee, getting cheers from the others as the television blinked on and showed a sports channel playing the local football game downtown.

Holding a bowl of popcorn in his stony hand, Ben chuckled. “Heh, music to my ears.” Biting into a handful of popcorn, one of Susan’s ladies had come up from behind the stone skinned man with a tray holding a pint of beer. “You’re drink Mr. Grimm?” Purred Juri as she offered the drink.

“Thanks Doll.” Taking the pint glass in his stony hand, he didn’t even notice her gently trace her fingers across his shoulder and gracefully stepped back to the bar.

For Reed, his wife’s form and horns were something to get used to… Especially when she turned her head and accidentally clocked him in the back of the skull. But he was forced to admit, she never looked more beautiful in his life. Looking up at his wife as she cheered and smiled, Reed found himself staring up at her with a dopey smile. Despite the horns, the blue complexion, tail, wings and hooves, she looked just like she did when they first met, if anything she looked even more beautiful then that fateful day. Maybe it was the ‘magical glamour’ she mentioned, but she looked like she was in her mid twenties when she SHOULD be in her forties. Her skin was flawless; no moles, or wrinkles or scars to be found, and she gave off a soft glow that made him linger looking up at her for too long. She was the definition of beauty.

“What?” Asked Susan, turning her head to look at her husband suddenly turn away embarrassed. Smiling back at him with the soft glow of her golden eyes, Susan pecked her husband on the forehead. “It’s alright Reed, I already know, remember? I can read desires.” Kissing him more deeply, the rest of the dreaenei “Ooohed” and “Awwwed” when Susan pulled away and the man looked lovestruck.

“So, wait, let me get this straight… You’re Cleopatra?” Asked a surprised Johnny at the blue skinned demoness sitting across from him at a table. Getting a curt “Yes” from the draenei with the Egyptian tattoo under her eye and wearing a white silk dress that had a deep slip of fabric that showed off her cleavage and naval. “And you’re Helen of Troy?!” He pointed to another, the she-demon shimmying her shoulders with a smirk, letting her breasts wobble under her black, short skirt dress. Taken back, and smirking at the ridiculousness of it all, he turned his attention to an indigo skinned draenei at the table, sipping her drink and pulling up the strap to her glittering silver cocktail dress. “And who are you? Aphrodite?”

“Pff… I wish, name’s Donna, I did blow jobs and coke near the wall street corner.”

“Huh…” Scratching his head in confusion, he looked back to the draenei women, then Helen explained, leaning down to show off her bust. “Our Mistress had added more to our service, former escorts of a rival sexual predator, she had punished him for his wickedness and rewarded his trophy women with our power. Looking back at Donna, the draenei woman sighed. “I used to work for an ass-hole named Reckinbawls, we joined Susan because we thought working for her was better than him… Heh, who’d have thought huh?” Leaning back and getting out of her chair, the demoness spun and showed off her athletic figure and ample curves, stretching her arms up over her horned head and slinking up and down on her hooves, giving the man a show before sitting back at her chair. “I used to be in my fifties with a coke addiction, NOW look at me! Feeding off the lusts of men is a trade off but meh, nothing I wasn’t doing for years.” She winked going back to sipping her drink.

Leaning in close, the three draenei leered at the man, eyeing his scruffy brown hair and lean physique. “So how do you know the Mistress? Are you a family friend?”

“Uh… No, I’m her baby brother.”

At that moment, the trio of succubae went dead silent, leering at the confused man as he suddenly felt like a rabbit cornered by a pack of wolves. Cleo nearly dropped her drink on the table, the three breathing in sharply before Johnny thought he heard one of them whisper. “Brother to the Mistress…”

“Uhm… Ladies?” Caught off guard, Johnny found himself falling back when the three pounced on him, pulling the fallen chair out of the way while he felt all three draenei women pepper him with kisses to his lips, chin and nose. “Tell us what you wish of us master!” “We live only to please you!” “To fulfill your every desire!” Feeling one of them try to unbuckle his belt, Johnny panicked, flailing his arms over the blue horns and platinum hair.

“I NEED AN ADULT! I NEED AN ADULT!”

“Cut it out you three! You’re Mistress doesn’t like you acting like animals, shame I know...” Barked Jen, standing over the four as the three draenei women pouted and separated from the man. Looking up at the tall, Amazonian draenei woman, Johnny had to shake his head and blink to realise he was looking up at the She-Hulk; now blue skinned with horns and hooves, her tail swishing angrily behind her. Wearing a pair of sweat shorts that barely contained her flaring hips and rear and a loose shirt where the one shoulder draped loose from her arm, the tall draenei took a swig from her bourbon straight from the bottle and wiped her hand over her pert lips.

“T-thanks Jen, heh, guess my sister is really liked around here.”

Shrugging her muscular shoulders, Jen took another swig of her bottle and walked away. “Pff, whatever…” Seeing her move to the bar, he watched as she took a seat at the stool and spent the rest of the day alone.

“What’s gotten into her?”