Abbadon Wants Her

You may have a pussy and an unquenchable desire to fuck and corrupt humans, but you still want power, you still want the corner office.

“I think she was headed to the sixty sixth floor.”

“Thanks. We’ll start there.”

Tasha changes directions heading up the stairs. She quickly catches up to Timothy.

He looks frightened. “Why are we going up?”

Tasha gives him a glare. “I think my friends are up, not down.”

“Where are we headed?”

“Sixty six.”

“W...w...we can’t go there! It’s the executive suites.”

“We can and we are. Of course, if you’d like you can stay behind.”

You give Timothy a flirty hair flip and a sexy pose.

“This is bad. Bad.”

You continue following Tasha up.

Tasha looks back. “You coming, Timothy?”

You stifle a giggle as he rushes to catch up.

You quickly reach the door to sixty six.

“Tasha, do you have some kind of weapon I can use?”

“Here take this. It’s a blessed dagger.”

You take it. It’s small and feels slimy in your hands. You were hoping for something larger with wicked spikes, but it will have to do.

She opens the door and the three of you step out.

You see the receptionist. Her hair shines like blood and her tight black dress does nothing to hide her perfect curves.

You silently mouth ‘get Abaddon’.

She stands up and scampers away, giving you a nice view of her perfect heart shaped ass.

Tasha looks at you and Timothy. “Shit, we might need to run.”

“Wait! I think she’s this way!”

Tasha looks at you. “Stay with me!”

She runs down the corridor with you and Timothy in tow.

In front of you you see Abbadon step out of her office. You can feel power and evil emanating from her. It makes you soaking wet. Behind you Timothy whimpers.

Tasha pulls out a cross. It glows a white light and seems to bother Abbadon.

“Back demon.”

Tasha pulls out a long curved dagger.

You step forward holding your blessed dagger.

Tasha whispers. “Back up and get ready to run. This demon is a bit out of my pay grade.

You grin evilly and swing your dagger at Tasha’s head.

Timothy tries to scream a warning, but it’s too late the hilt of the dagger hits Tasha’s head hard. She falls down in a heap.

Abbadon smiles at you. “Is that you Trent? I like the new look.”

You nod.

“And, you’ve brought me a gift. Perhaps I’ve misjudged you. If you’re willing to let me fuck out your soul I think there’s still a place in upper management for you.”