Cleopatra’s Episode

Target was busy, Saturday was in full swing, and on Winterbreak Christmas was just a week or so away. "Sorry, I haven't stopped since you came here." Becca sighed, as she grabbed some change from the money drawer for an empty register. All Cleo could say about her is that she was doing her best. No makeup and big ol' southern hair. Clearly a woman in distress.

"It's no problem," Cleo says as she follows her partner around the floor. "I used to love watching the slaves work."

"...Thanks."

"Of course." Cleopatra looked around. "You seem like such a hard-working woman. Why turn to the devil to help you with this divorce?"

"Well, he's a lawyer, ya know? He's gonna find a way to wiggle out of this, and I'm gonna be left with nothin' if I don't fight dirty."

"Well, i can't win you a lawsuit, but I can't maybe do something to him that'll help your chances."

"Like what?"

Cleo shrugs. "My powers are new to me, but I think it's within my powers to get him very interested in paying for sex if you get my meaning."

At first, Becca's eyes lit up with a devilish delight, but it quickly cooled. "What about our Daugther? If she found out her daddy was some whore addicted sex addict, what would that do to her?"

"Okay." Cleo nodded. "I'm sympathetic to that, I'll try to think of something that's not too shameful for the family. Maybe gambling or something, enough to have debts, but not enough to flush all your alimony down the drain."

"Thank you, you're very kind for a demon."

"Think nothing of it Becca, I just have a soft spot for scorned women."

On the second night of the challenge, Cleopatra was pulling a blanket over herself, as she slept on a lobby couch because that was her life now. However, her vagrant rest was stopped short when she spotted Stan stumbling out of the elevator gasping for breath. Cleopatra raised an eyebrow, and as he drew near, threw her net. "Did Nzinga dress you up as one of her harem girls?" Her voice was light and good-natured, but Stan seemed blind to it.

"She attacked me." He lashed out at her. His tone was vicious.

Cleo winced, the nature of the attack all too clear to her. Nzinga would have no doubt thought it practical to go after the most amount of points as quickly as possible. "That massive bitch." She sat up, and patted the couch. "Sit with me."

He just walked past her. "I need to be alone."

Before he could get far, she hooked her arm in his. "You can be alone tomorrow. Right now you need someone to talk to." When Cleopatra spoke, it was often as if a god were declaring her whims to the bugs below, which made her soft and friendly voice all the more welcoming.

Stan sighed, and though he looked torn between the bar and her couch, he ultimately gave in to her will and sunk into the couch. From there, it was not long before she had his head in her lap and was calmly petting his head. "You know, I voted against you being made."

He smiled at the candor. "I'm starting to think you had the right idea."

"Maybe if you're lucky, Erica will get to you tomorrow, or Olympias the next night, or Boudica after that."

"You're not very good at cheering someone up."

"I never said I'd cheer you up, I said I'd talk to you. Read the fine print. Aren't devils supposed to be lawyers?"

"I dunno, I'm not either. You just made me ambiguously rich."

"That's the best kind." She tousled his hair. "Much less responsibility. You're welcome, by the way."

He smiled. "What was your name again?"

"Cleopatra, Queen of The Nile. Daughter of The Sun, blah blah blah mighty and powerful god."

"That's a mouthful."

"Who were you again? Steve? Sheldon?"

"Stan."

"Ugh, I'd want to die too."

"Hey!" He laughed and sat up. "You're the ones who named me."

"Well we were wrong weren't we?"

He slid back into her lap, and to his delight, She continued to pet his head, which was a hefty balm for his heavy heart. "Yeah, I guess so."

"What are you doing today?" Stan crashed on Cleopatra's couch like a ton of bricks.

She set down her makeup kit, and mirror on a nearby table, which was loaded down with brochures for the lodge. It can not be emphasized enough that Cleo was now living out of the lobby. "Plotting unholy vengeance against an unfaithful man. Yourself?"

"Diaochan and company told me last night that I should try to enjoy the lodge a little before I'm gone. " He paused, making sure to look nice and ****. "Have you ever been skiing?"

She gave him a look. "You don't know where Egypt is, do you?"

"There's a class at twelve, which means we can grab breakfast before we go."

She turned to him, smiling but putting on an annoyed front. "Stan this man's life is not going to ruin itself. I'm going to need some heavy incentive to give up my day, to go lollygagging out and about in the snow."

"|I heard Olympias is already done with her challenge. I guess I can ask her." He made like he was about to leave.

"You really are the devil." She got to her feet. "Very well, I'll put my whole day on hold for you, master."

He gave her a kiss on the cheek. "How could someone so generous ever be greed?"

“I’ve been looking forward to this one all week.”

Cleopatra was at the door, slinked up against the wall like a drape on a window. “Looking forward to little ol’ me?”

“Of course.” He stepped forward, cupped her head in his hands, and brought her in for a kiss. Though surprised by his boldness, she eagerly returned it. Her wide eyes quickly quivered into delighted little slits as their lips touched and sighed.

“Mmm, mmm.” Her lips curled into a catlike smile. “But what about the reservations?”

He smiled, still cupping her head. “Screw them.”

Cleopatra smiled in return and jumped onto him, wrapping her dark legs around his back, and locked herself in place. Their kiss continued in a montage of sucking lips, playful tongues, and naughty nibbles.

Like freaking iron man, Stan cupped her ass as she clung to him, and walked over to the bed, not missing a beat. With one final smooch, he tossed her on the sheets, and began to unbutton his shirt.

Cleo eagerly wiggled out of her dress as well. As she did, she admired the dark room around her, impressed. “Now this is the room of a man with taste, black marble, gold inlay, money money money.” She tossed her clothing as far as it would go and stretched out on his bed, yawning like a cat.

“Fuck, you’re hot.” He lamented, getting into bed with her. He quickly grabbed Slutty Erica, the stuffed rabbit from a few nights ago, and tossed it out of the room. “I don’t know which part of you I want to kiss first.”

“We’ve got all night.” She wiggled in the bed, changing her position, and then shoved one of her feet in his face. “Why don’t you start at the bottom and work your way up here?” She brought a finger to her lips and winked at him.

Stan thought that sounded like a plan and so began to place kisses on her toes, then foot. From there, he kissed and licked her ankle, then her shin and calf, up to her knees, and allll the way up her toned thighs. From there, he took a short detour and ran his finger along her perfectly groomed landing strip, He took its advice and began kissing her wet lips.

She sighed, and ran her hand through her hair. “I don’t remember giving you permission for that?”

Stan didn’t think he needed it, and kept going to work. He gently spread her dark petals apart and got a better look at that holy spot between her legs. He gave it a lick, sampling Cleo's slightly sour taste, then he gently revealed her clit nestled away under its hood. He gave it a sweet kiss, and the two of them liked it so much that he gave it another before his tongue went to work tracing lazy circles around it.

She hummed to herself, pleased with his generosity. One hand reached down to feel his hair. She ran her fingers through those feathery strands and scratched his scalp with her short nails. “How was Boudica last night?” She sighed. “Did you get your hands on those big ridiculous breasts? Mmmm.”

He shook his head, bringing his tongue across her clit with the back and forth motion of his head.

“No? Sad. I honestly can’t wait for this challenge to be over. I’m eager to see who becomes what.” He stopped licking her and looked up. Lips wet, brow furrowed. “What? I can’t help it, the audience did this to me. Olympias’ muscles, or Boudica’s butt, whenever I see either, I just get so horny I can’t think straight.”

“That’s messed up.”

“Oh, believe me, thinking of that gets me revved up too. I’m scared to see what I become, but that’s part of the fun.” She sighed and lazily ran a hand over a breast.

He nods, considering this. “Guess I’ll miss that.” He runs his hand along her leg. “I’ll miss you, either way.”

“Mmm.” She nods, for once choosing silence over wit. Then leans her bed back down on the bed and rubs her hands along her thighs. “Can I have it?”

“Are you ready?” He gets to his knees. Clearly, he is. A mighty erection stands proud and points at her.

“Yes.” She spreads her lips and looks at him. Her face has a come hither glimmer that leaves no room for argument.

Kissing her knee, he begins to scoot forward, wrapping her limbs with hers, and ever so gently enters her.”Oooooh.” He moaned as he felt her open up to him and draw him inside. He blushed at the volume of his pleasure and looked at her sheepishly. “First time.”

She glowed and squeezed him inside of her as if in a hug. “It’s an honor.”

Make Love To Me + 5VP

First! X2

Lips so Kissable +1VP

Cleopatra: 12VP

Becca sat on her childhood bed, exiled to her mother’s house thanks to the divorce. A child of divorce once more caught up in its grips, off to ruin her own daughter’s life.

“I think I’ve come up with my plan.” Cleopatra, her demon friend, announced with a smile.

“It’s not too embarrassing right?”

Goodness, the man had ruined their family, and she was worried about her **** being embarrassing?

“It’s nothing less than what you deserve.” Cleopatra stood before her, imposing. “I’ve decided not to curse him at all. It’s you who will bare my sin.” As she spoke, a golden glow began to radiate from her body. “I bless you uncontrollable greed! Specifically for the money of your soon-to-be ex-husband. You will not rest until you have his child, his house, and his money. You slaved away for him, and now it’s time to reap the fruit of your labors.”

Becca's eyes glowed gold for a moment before a smile began to overtake her face. "I gotta get a better lawyer."