The night of the party.

The following night was perhaps the most lucrative gig Susan had ever been hired for; an evening where her entire staff would play arm candy to a host of CEOs to a pharmaceutical company in New York. A lot of careful planning and last-minute etiquette was needed for the newest members of her staff but many of them had claimed they were former royalty before becoming demons, making the transition just a little bit easier. Standing just outside of view of the party with a martini in her delicate fingers, the woman wore her blonde hair down to contrast the silver gown in gold highlights she wore, the expensive strapless dress exposed her back, shoulders and left leg in a slip. Her fingernails were manicured and painted silver and gold to match and she wore silver heels to complete the ensemble.

Taking a sip from her drink and watching as her ‘harem’ did as they were hired for, Susan smiled at their progress. Listening in she smirked with pride that they had played out their role as she instructed them; procrastinating with the company owners and higher ups who talked and laughed and traded stories while music played from an MP3 stereo at the buffet table.

Two of the women laughed to a poor joke made by a 70-year-old man sitting on a couch as the two women took either side of him, his hand around one of their rears while the other poured him more to refill his drink. Felicia and two others fawned over a pair of executives that had a little too much to drink, getting handsy, but Felicia laughed inanely while keeping an eye on them.

Mary Jane and Janet listened in on an elderly CEO swiping through his phone to show off pictures of his travels, the two humouring him as he recounted his visits abroad. The rest of her ladies spoke person to person with the rest of the CEOs, managing to keep up with the men; young and old who owned the company that hired her and her staff. Taking another sip daintily from her martini, Suzie looked over to find Jennifer join her at the wall, wearing a lime green silk dress with elaborate braided straps that exposed her thighs, chest and neck all in one piece of fabric. The woman having changed her physical appearance to have caramel skin and mahogany curly hair. Sipping from her own drink with her green lip stick covered lips, the former She-Hulk sighed with boredom.

“Nice gig Suzie… How much are we being paid for this again?” Sighed the woman as she looked out to the party, getting bored.

“$250,000 along with an anything goes agreement, juuuuust in case the head honchos get frisky.”

“Really Suzie? Take a good look around, some of these guys look like they’ve been shooting dust for years.”

“Well… You’re not wrong there.” Taking another sip, Susan looked to her friend with a knowing smile. “But I didn’t take the gig for the money.”

“Really? What for then?”

Hearing the chime of a spoon striking a champagne glass, the head CEO called the attention of the party. The crowd going silent to let the man speak. “Thank you everyone for attending our 25th annual celebration, I’d like to propose a toast to another year of profits and if I might say so, a significant one at that.” Getting an applause, Susan smirked when she heard one of the younger CEOs pipe in. “Yeah, right after we laid off some 200 people worth of dead weight.” Getting a chuckle from almost the entire party.

Leaning closer to Susan, Jen could barely contain her smile. “I take it all back, this is gonna be fun isn’t it?”

Finishing her drink and biting the olive off her stir stick, Susan handed her empty glass to Jennifer and sashayed out into the middle of the room where the head CEO was about to sit. “I’d like to make a toast of my own if it pleases the guests.” The tanned woman asked, tossing her blonde hair for good measure. The man was about to speak up until Susan waved a hand in front of him to silence him. “I will say, your donation will be VERY much accepted by my escort service… But I had another means of payment in mind for tonight.”

Looking confused and upset by the woman stealing the thunder of the night, Susan’s smile widened. “You see, my associates and I took this job because we’ve developed a taste for a little flavour, a flavour I like to call… Bad intentions, and you lot are ripe with the stuff!”

“Look here lady, I don’t know what you think your…” Stopping on the spot when Susan placed a finger on his lip, the woman continued. “Confused? Let me give you a little demonstration.” Looking straight into his eyes, the man found himself staring deep into her crystal blue irises, noticing a strange golden glow when he looked more deeply. “Mr. Roberts… 3 years ago you needed money for a triple bypass and pulled it out of company funds meant for healthcare benefits to your staff, they had to leave the company because YOU wouldn’t cover medical costs for their families.” Going red faced with anger, the elderly head CEO made to speak when Susan turned her attention to another in the room.

“Mr. Huan and Mr. Travers, the both of you decided to lay off said 200 employees AFTER the fiscal period so your company wouldn’t have to worry about labour expenses for next years taxes, tell me, how much is that again in cocaine?”

“Mr. Kellis! You decided to inflate the price on the thrombosis medication your company makes by 1400% for no other reason but to make extra funds to pay off your creditors.”

“Mr. Stevens! You took the company plane to Guatemala on a so-called vacation leave so you could have sex with an eleven…year…old… BOY!”

Skipping over to a group of men looking to each other nervously, Susan continued.

“YOU paid a guy money last year to have sex with your wife of 3 years so you could divorce her guilt free.” Pointing her finger from the scoffing man with a mustache, she pointed to the two next to him. “And YOU two got drunk last year and did a hit and run with a kid crossing the street and BRIBED her family not to testify.”

Storming past them, Susan made her way over to the old man flanked by MJ and Janet, their arms around his with predatory smiles. “And then there’s you Mr. Peters…” fearing the worst, he closed his eyes and whimpered, only to notice her hands gently press on his shoulders before he felt a kiss on his forehead. “You donate generously from your own paycheck to a sick-kids foundation in the city, and you like to travel with your daughter to make her happy… I like you.” Stunned, the man didn’t know how to react, even when the two women at his sides gushed at the information and Susan turned her attention back at the rest of the party.

“To make my point? Your all pricks!” She proclaimed, her hands at her hips with a smug look on her pert lips. “But the good news is your all-in luck, we’re specialise in dealing with pricks in the best way possible!”

“I’VE HEARD ENOUGH! Someone call security!” Barked Roberts. Suddenly the room filled with a spicy scent the man couldn’t recognise but found eerily familiar; like the scent of honeysuckle and apples… Or cinnamon and wildflowers. Blinking and feeling dizzy, he looked down and gasped at the raging erection threatening to burst the front of his pants. Looking up, the man looked up at the blonde women in front of him as if for the first time, practically falling over with lust over her.

“Yup! The best way possible, because the BEST way to deal with a prick is to FUCK it into submission!”