You know better, run

You are a lawyer. You know better than to sign anything without a careful read through and you certainly don’t have time for that.

You break into a run. You don’t even pay attention to the direction you are going. After a bit. you stop. You realize you have no idea where you are. You can only hope those things, those vampires have given up the chase.

You look around and try to gain your bearings. To your right is a modern glass wall and door. Inside workers sit in cubes.

They are all young, fit, and attractive. They wear nearly matching outfits, all black. The man in the cubicle closest to the door is hot. He is tall, but not to tall, thin but muscular. Your heart does a little flutter. He looks like someone you could ask for help.

You enter into the office. You quickly make your way to his desk.

“Hello?” You ask.

“Can I help you miss?”

His voice is deep, confident, and sexy.

“There are vampires following me. I hoped you could help.” You flip your hair and give him a big smile.

“Vampires? That is serious.” He pauses for a moment. “Do you happen to be a lawyer?”

“Yes, I was here for a job when things got really strange.”

He gives you a movie star smile. “We would be happy to protect you. Do you mind stepping into our conference room?”

You follow him into the conference room, watching his nice tight ass.

He closes the door and draws the shades.

“So tell me what happened.”

As you begin to tell your story he steps behind you, his large hands massage your shoulders. You relax. His hands are like magic, relaxing everything he touches. He slides a hand to your breast.

You stop telling your story and give a moan. He kisses the nape of your neck, his hands carressimg wherever he touches.

He begins to undress you, exploring every part of your body. He takes off his shirt, showing a perfect shaved chest. You unbutton his pants and they slide off. The large bulge excites you.

As you move to pull off his black boxer briefs, the door opens. Another sexy man walks in. He is about an inch shorter with coal black hair and a mischievous smile.

You turn red.

The new guy gives a little laugh. “Mind if I join you?”

Your jaw drops. You were expecting to be chastised for sex in the conference room, instead you are being offered a threesome.

A threesome has never been a fantasy of yours, yet both these men are gorgeous. You nod to the newcomer.

He locks the door and walks to you. He gives you a passionate kiss as the man behind you kisses your shoulder blades and dances his hands down you naked inner thighs.

You close your eyes letting these two men kiss and caress your body. When you open them both men are naked and impressive.

The black haired man lies down on the conference table, his erect pole daring you to mount it. The other man helps position you. You begin fucking. Behind you the other man massages your back and ass with baby oil.

You moan in delight.

Then the second man pushes into your ass. Your eyes go wide. You expected pain, yet none comes. Both men seem in perfect sync. You can’t believe how good it feels. They bring you to the edge of orgasm.

In a deep sexy voices both men ask in unison. “Would you like to join us?”

“Yes! Fuck yes!” You respond.

They pick up the pace and a massive orgasm hits you. You feel odd like part of you is missing.

You ask the man below you. “What is your name?”

You know the answer before he responds. “I am Legion.”

Behind you the man also answers. “I am Legion.”

You feel the need to answer them. “I am Legion.” You say, not quite understanding why.

You can’t work naked. You go to the woman’s bathroom. You aren’t sure how you know where it is, but you find it easily. You get a spare set of clothes out of a locker. You smile the skirt and top are your size and your favorite style. You slide on the fishnet pantyhose, the leather mini-skirt, and the shiny tube tube.

You exit the bathroom, noting you are wearing the same outfit as the other women here. You go straight to a newly prepared cubicle and begin working.

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It is dark as you exit work. You are in your body, that of Linda Killian. Though it is getting harder and harder think of yourself as Linda.

The street you are on is in a rough area. You are unconcerned. You are a expert in eight different types of marshal arts as well as a sharpshooter should the need to use your gun arises.

You enter into a bar. The man you want is there. You strut towards him and take a seat.

He looks at your body. A body that is much improved from this morning. It is thinner, younger looking, and devoid of cellulite and other minor imperfections.

“Can I buy you a drink, miss?”

You toss your hair flirtatiously. “I’d love a beer.”

“Really? I love a woman who appreciates a good beer.”

You smile. You knew that already. You also know his name, Colonel James Smith, as well as a great many of his sexual preferences. One of you has slept with him before.

You engage him in pleasant small talk. After a few more beers you whisper in his ear. “Want to go back to my place?”

You know the answer before he responds. “Sounds great.”

Fifteen minutes later you are fucking. You ride him furiously. You feel him getting close.

You husk. “Jim, will you join us?”

He nearly screams. “Yes.” He cums.

You feel knowledge of modern military tactics flow into you, his knowledge.

You smile as the joining begins. “Who are you?”

“I...I am Legion.”

With no need for goodbye, you simply dress and leave. Soon you will be an army and this world will bow to you.

Abbadon May believe she is in charge, but she is but one. You are Legion.

The end...