The Confrontation, the Deal...

3 days after the Richard’s Anniversary, business had concluded as usual at Little Devil’s Escorts; the lobby was filled with patrons waiting to make appointments while Maggie answered calls at the front desk. The draenei in human form was just barely keeping up with calls on hold when the elevator doors opened, and the entire lobby turned to look up with surprise when five figures stepped out and approached the front desk. Taken back by their extreme attire, everyone either gawked at the five who casually stepped into the lobby, hearing the polished silver chains rattle with the light squeak of latex and leather. Looking up to see who entered, Maggie nearly did a double take in her seat looking up at the five individuals looming over her.

“M-mistress? But I thought you were down in the…” Surprised, Maggie was grabbed by the front of her blouse and hoisted out of her office chair to be pulled forward and stare into the burning eyes of the woman glaring down at her.

“WhErE Is ShE? WhErE Is SuSaN?”

Blinking back in surprise, Maggie pointed into the glass double doors of the offices behind her. Tossed back into her seat, Maggie watched on as the woman pointed towards the doors and shattered them with a point of her finger, making everyone else panic and run for the elevator to get away as the five made their way to the back of the office to the second elevator. the one that led to the rest of the complex. Maggie was about to protest when one of the intruders grabbed her by the hem of her jacket and pulled her with them. “You’re coming with us bitch!”

By the time the elevator doors opened again, the six stepped out into a massive space where dozens of draenei lounged or talked together, relaxing in what appeared at face value as a spa. Tossing Maggie to the side, they walked out and looked around. From the corner they could see a bar where several drank and chatted, an entertainment system where several others watched television. Marching their way through, their presence gathered the attention of everyone there until they made their way near the end of the recreational center to see the Queen Draenei in charge.

Sitting on a couch and laughing with Jennifer and Mary Jane as they told her their day, Susan Storm covered her smile with the back of her hand while Felicia and Janet snorted at the story, then their attention fell to the intruders and gasped. She was wearing a pair of grey cotton sweatpants and a pink sweater with an over sized neckline that draped open at one of her shoulders. In her draenei form, Susan’s skin was sky blue, her figure tall and athletic with long, toned legs, flaring hips, narrow waist and prominent chest filling out the front of her pink sweater. Her three sets of horns; like those found on a ram, antelope and water buffalo crowned over her head where a sea of platinum silver hair flowed down her back and shoulders. Behind her, her prehensile blue tail swished and coiled like the tail of a cat while her dove white wings fluttered in anxiety. Crossing her arms under her heavy chest to hug herself.

“So… THIS is where you like to congregate? A fucking Y-Center? Seriously, next you gonna tell me you have a day care in this shithole…” Scoffed the red skinned demoness, twirling a strand of jet-black hair between her latex gloved fingers. Stepping forward with her cloven feet, Susan Storm stepped forward to see this woman, nearly gasping in surprise at her doppelganger. If Susan looked like the embodiment of tenderness and affection, THIS woman looked like cruelty and indulgence to its extreme!

Her figure, face and body were almost identical, but her wings were leathery, like those of a bat or dragon. She wore what could be dared to be called a dress with oversized coat tails that gave room for her own prehensile tail, totally exposing her crotch and breasts to the open. Her body was covered from her cloven feet to her neckline in black ink tattoos that showed acts of debauchery and carnality, while also sporting piercings and chains that linked the nipples of her bare breasts, belly button and clitoris together. A black studded choker wrapped around her neck and linked itself to the silver chains that connected to her bare breasts and her shoulder length latex gloves and thigh high latex leggings. A lip ring, nose ring, earrings and silver stud in her eyebrow completed the look as with a lick of her blackened lips, she revealed a painful looking tongue stud as well. Her horns were gnarled and chipped, just as black as her clothing and the oily black hair that hung behind her. Black and sharp spikes jutted out of her shoulders and down her scalp like a mohawk. She looked like the embodiment of sadistic cruelty and salacious desire all wrapped up in the same form.

“The kids aren’t here, they’re at school, and daycare is from 8 to 3 on weekends.” Answered Susan, getting a chuckle from the woman’s entourage as they looked around. The large one at the back even sneered with a grin before muttering. “Ho has a fuckin daycare…”

“Who ARE you? And why do you look like me?”

“Cunt! Don’t you recognise your better half? I’M SUSAN STORM! I am MALICE!!! You’re just some excess personality traits I tossed off into some fucking hooker in the backstreets to get rid of you… Oh and cute get up, was half expecting glitter in your hair and a fucking unicorn sticker on your horns.”

Her eyes going wide, Susan gasped. It was her, her worst self she traded places with, the evil Mephisto drew out of her and made strong enough to cast her out of her own body. Somehow, she had been given back her demonic power and had become a cruel, dark reflection of her current self. A true Arch-succubus of Hell. And looking behind her, her heart fell when she began to recognise the four following her. Reckinbawls sneered back at her, broad chested and sporting gnarled horns like some terrible beast with chrome teeth and fangs, his arms sporting silver chains and piercings across his shoulders and chest that looked painful yet the massive hard-on he sported in his crotchless latex pants showed otherwise. Poindexter smirked back at her, cruel and salacious the former good hearted dweeb was gone and replaced what looked like the spirit of some sadomasochistic monster, his arms, chest and waist strapped in studded leather belts and bound in chains that pierced his neck and nipples together. Henrietta the Nurse looked like some cruel demonic witch, wearing an open leather coat that exposed everything underneath were all she wore were a crotchless thong with garters and a topless corset. Her ears pierced with silver chains that mingled with the chains wrapped around her neck and snaked across her chest to be linked to her pierced nipples and belly button. The most tragic for her was Sherry. As if sensing the amount of care Susan had put in the formally crippled girl, Malice took it all away again. The girl sported horns and blood red skin like the others, her smile a cruel grin bound in a latex mask that robbed her of her beauty while her arms were bound in leather straps and chains behind her and her waist strapped in belts like some mock dress. Piercings riddled her flesh and a spiked choker with a silver chain led her back to Malice’s tight grip.

Malice, this dark version of herself had regained her power and had gone on a path of spite and revenge, leading her to this sanctuary she had worked so hard to build. No. This monster would not undo everything she had worked so hard to create. Steeling herself and smirking back at her evil doppelganger, Susan finally made a retort. “Oh yeah? Clive Barker called; he wants his evening wear back.”

The lounge chuckled along with their Mistress, surrounding the five newcomers before Malice gave off a roar of rage and waved out her hands, causing everyone to back off when Susan did the same. No one could see, but Susan had saved everyone’s lives when she conjured invisible shields; one for each spike of solid light Malice had created to launch at the draenei around her.

“What do you want Malice?”

“I want what’s MINE! This place, these minions, they should ALL be mine! And I WILL have it.”

“Too bad, you’re not welcome here.” Staring back at the fierce look Malice gave her, Susan prepared herself for a fight, smirking when she felt her friends and harem all stand to face the five, standing with their mistress. Glaring back at the dozens of draenei looking back at her, Malice’s face softened into a cruel smirk, lifting her chin with a haughty air as she put her hands to her ample hips. “Fine… I think I’ll go back home, give Reed some attention, teach my kids about the birds and the bees while I hang Johnny from the rafters by his balls and rape Ben over and over again… Not to mention what I got planned for our idiot husband.”

Glaring back at the imposter with glowing golden eyes, Susan’s hair began to billow upwards to a gust of wind, Malice smiled a fanged grin when she noticed the reaction she was getting. “Oh Reed and I? We’re gonna have a HELL of a time!”

“WhAt Do YoU WaNt?” Called out Susan’s voice, echoing through the walls of the building.

Spreading her arms wide, Malice answered. “I declare a whore-off! I want it all; all or nothing bid between you and me! Whoever can fuck the most guys you have here in this gimp shop you call an escort service by the end of the night wins.”

Looking to the others, Jen, Janet, MJ and Felicia shook their heads, whispering to their mistress to turn her down and just kick her out. But Susan knew better, if this… Malice was anything like her, she’d follow through with her threat. Stepping forward and approaching her evil twin, Susan stuck out her hand.

“I accept. But if I win, you never come back”

Grabbing her hand and squeezing tightly, Malice smiled back. “Deal.”