What the hell...?

"Now comes the fun part." grinned Horny as he inched away from Lauren.

"So how exactly does this..." started Lauren but before she could finish her sentence a bright flame engulfed her living room. She jumped back a few feet involuntarily, but soon realised she was the centre of the flames and the fire was not actually hurting her. She glanced at Horny standing a good few feet away from her, counting in himself.

"3... 2... 1..." he mouthed.

And then the flames disappeared as suddenly as they had appeared, leaving Lauren in the middle of a huge scorch mark in her living room. She looked around, shocked by the magnitude of the damage. Her couch behind her had burned to a crisp, and even her carpet and the floor under it looked like something has exploded in her living room. And that something was her.

"What the hell have you done to my place?!" she yelled at Horny, demanding an answer, but the incubus was just staring back at her, mouth agape. Lauren waved a hand at the seemingly spellbound demon but he showed no signs of noticing it. No, he had his eyes set on something else entirely. Lauren followed her gaze and as she looked down, she immediately noticed the subject of his interest -- or the subject of his dismay, more like. Lauren was standing there in the middle of the room completely naked. All her designer clothes were just a steaming pile of ash around her ankles. Her pale little body was on full display for the incubus' eyes to feast upon. Though in this case, those eyes would have likely starved to ****. The sexy woman, desire of many a man in town, was not entirely what she made herself up to be. With her narrow hips, her spindly limbs, and her flat chest with tiny always-erect nipples atop, Lauren looked about half her age. And that would have been a compliment. "Eeeekkk!!" she shrieked as she crouched down, crossing her arms around herself in a vain attempt at modesty.

"Well, dayum..."

"Stop looking!" screamed Lauren as she rushed into her bedroom to put something on. She closed the door behind herself and was pulling out new underwear from her drawers.

"How old are you again, cupcake?" chuckled Horny through the door.

"Shut up!" came Lauren's angry reply as she was fumbling with the clasp of a spare wonderbra. An act that may have seemed trivial to most women, yet was giving her quite a problem at the moment. "Dammit, what the..." she sweared as she took off the bra to examine whether the clasp had broken or not. And her eyes widened in shock at the sight. It wasn't broken. It had melted. And the rest of the bra was already smoldering under her touch. She looked into the cups and could see a tiny hole burned into each. The work of her nipples from just a moment ago. She dropped the bra as flames suddenly engulfed it. She reached for a pair of her padded panties but the moment her fingers made contact, the fabric immediately started to fry. She withdrew her hand and tried to step into them and wiggle herself in, but the material disintegrated around her skinny calfs. "Grrrrrrrr!"

"Is everything alright in there?" asked Horny after hearing Lauren's aggravated groan.

"No! Nothing is 'alright'! I can't put anything on!" whined a **** Lauren.

"Of course not. Let me explain." chuckled Horny as he moved closer to the door. In his 500 years in the 'business', nothing like this had ever happened. And Horny had a feeling working with Lauren would be quite intriguing. Both to him and his Master. And he was certainly looking forward to it. Something to brighten up the boring everydays.