The Devil and Danielle Walker

"Ugh!" Danielle groaned as she sat back in her chair, the twenty-eight year old shaking her head as she watched every guy in her club hit on every woman. Well, every woman but her. "This is ridiculous! My club brings in hundreds of patrons a night, and not one guy has even batted an eye at me. And it's not even just the hot bimbos either! The Plain Janes, the fat chicks, the brainiacs, the wallflowers, the floozies, my bartender, my freaking bouncer; everyone else! I'm the freaking owner! I'm in my late twenties and still in my prime! I'm pretty good looking with my D cups and bubble butt!"

Danielle brought the glass of whisky to her lips and downed it, slamming the glass onto the table. "I'd give anything for the guys to look my way and notice me. Maybe even take me home..."

"I think I can arrange that!"

Danielle spun around to see a naked woman with a pitchfork and devil horns standing behind her with a smirk.

"Who the hell are you?!" Danielle spat in annoyance. She then raised an eyebrow quizzically as she asked, "And why did Cassandra let you in naked?"

"Your bouncer is in the ladies room letting five twenty-five year old nerds have their way with her. A fetish of hers, apparently. So, I let myself in." The Woman replied as she sat down at the table. "More to the point, you can call me... 'Lucy'. I heard you problems, Ms. Walker, and I decided to help you out of the kindness of my heart... Plus an extra fee."

"... I'm calling the cops."

"Go ahead." Lucy said with a hand wave, "But only you can see me, so if any officer sees you talking to thin air..."

Lucy whistled and twirled a finger around her temple.

Danielle frowned and looked Lucy up and down before asking, "Assuming for a second that I did believe you, how would you fulfill this little wish?"

"With this." Lucy said simply, snapping her fingers as a small flame came to life on the table. Danielle yelped in surprise before the flame was extinguished again, a stack of paper being left in it's place.

"That's... I... That would... You're the actual -"

"Yes, yes. I get that a lot." Lucy handwaved before summoning a pen from a flame in her hand. "This contract states that you'll be swimming in men ranging from twenty-eight to forty years of age, all of whom will be drooling over you and wanting to bang your brains out. And you'll get infinite stamina to keep up with them. However, after you screw the one millionth man under your charms -"

"You get my soul, right?"

"Aww! Have I really gotten that predictable?" Lucy asked rhetorically as she handed Danielle the pen. "What do you say, Danielle? Ready to sign?"