The Next Day

Leaning back into the sofa of Curtiss Faust's office, Christa sitting beside you, legs crossed as you watched the churning anger play across his. Teeth grinding, burning eyes burrowing into the piece of paper Miss Vespa Price slid over the table along with a ballpoint pen. All Christa's idea and the head of legal had been more than happy to play along to ensure EvilGlam had the best chance of success.

"I'm not signing." The demon growled, still maintaining his human facade. "Our contract ensures my control over the research division."

The pale-skinned vampire smirked, with her regal features adding an air of supreme haughtiness to the expression. Petite nose, high cheek bones, piercing eyes, full blooded lips. Beyond beautiful. Her sense of dress and style, close to your own only added to your appreciation of her. Those latex leggings on those long legs were to die for. "This is simply an internal restructure of the company. You'll still be the nominal head of R&D, but some projects and personnel will be moved to the division that will be headed by Dr. Warshaw."

"A gutting." Voice thunderous with barely contained rage. "Once I sign this," gesticulating with his balled up fists, "this won't even be my office. I'll lose sixty percent of my best researchers and lab technicians, to say nothing of the demons we harvest for resources." Christa and the others, they were far to important to leave in others hands. Not when you had such grand ambitions.

Pushing yourself up, you sauntered over to him, hip swaying seductively as you knelt. Not something you intended to often. Your fingers teased open the zipper on his suit, finding his half-erect cock. Not realizing how much you had missed it. Taken aback and confused, but not unwilling Curtiss watched as you started to pump his shaft.

"I'll not be your pretty little pawn, but that doesn't mean we can't be friends." Licking the base of his thick member, coating it with saliva. It twitched adorably as blood came rushing growing it in size and girth. "All Christa needs to say is a single word... It's hard to resist strong bitches like her, doing her every bidding. I could too. Just thinking about serving women makes you hard, doesn't it." Your purple lips kissed his head, tasting the pearls of pre-cum already oozing through the urethra. Parting slightly to envelop it fully then starting to lightly suck and tease it with your tongue.

He tried grabbing onto you, hands enveloping your head and pushing you deeper. Having none of it, you batted them away. Icy eyes met his molten orbs in a futile exchange of will. The arms of his seat cracked and he turned away, sneering. Hearing the scritches of a pen, you gave him his reward. Swallowing his member to the root, shuddering in pleasure as you gagged on the thick cock passing into your throat. Then drawing back to do it all over again. And again.

Victory was delicious as you felt him cum away his pride. Licking your lips, savoring the moment and taste after he slid out of you, spent and feeble.

A knock on the door interrupted whatever you were going to say. Calling them in - this was your office now after all. A demoness entered, you knew her by the one of the pictures in the files. The one responsible for sapphic red, following on her heels was Liza. Looking stunning, with eye-catching scarlet lips and a sexy, barely concealing outfit. Guessed her photo-shoot was done and she had made a new friend, by the way they clung to each other.

Wasting no time, you passionately embraced. Memories of your recent actions with Curtiss burning away as you fell deeper under the lipstick's spell. Only barely breaking away before you all you could think of were women. A thin cord of saliva connecting the pair of you. Hmm, you hadn't been certain but the new chemical composition was perfect.

And now you continue your work without anything to hold you back.