Off to Work

Deb withdraws her tail. You still hunger for her, hunger for more. She shimmers and becomes the perky oversexed blonde you remember. She wears a scandalously short, shiny, silver dress. Her breasts strain against the fabric. She looks delicious. Although, having played with her, you prefer her true form.

You pull a glamour around you. You want something in red. However, you settle for a gray pinstripe suit, cut short in all the right places and red seven inch stilettos. The shoes make you over six feet tall and give you a good excuse to sway your ass seductively.

You cup a breast. They are larger and perkier than before, but not so much that anyone will be suspicious. Your hair is back to golden ringlets, which you do so love.

Deb nods in approval.

For the first time you think about the day ahead. “Deb, what do I do about the seer!”

She laughs. “You boss, Marlowe, took care of that before his passing. She’s one of us now, and should be eager to help you. Sorry I can’t stay longer, but our Queen has other tasks for me.”

She exits your apartment without a goodbye.

Given how quickly you changed, you realize you still have plenty of time. You notice your beautiful black knives sitting on the nightstand. You were taught that demons don’t use weapons. However, that clearly is not completely true. The daggers that sit upon you nightstand were forged in hell.

You raise your right hand. “Lust.” The dagger responds to its name, flying to your hand. You raise your left hand. “Wrath,” the other dagger flies to your hand. They feel exquisite and deadly and you still have the ability to use them.

You make a sheath for your back with demon magic and slide the knives in. You idly wonder what it would cost you for the other five in the set.

You hop in your car, eager to start work. Yesterday, all you could think about was the added responsibility. Now all you can think about is power. The thought of dozens, even hundreds of humans to play with makes you wet. You want more.

You pull into a convenient parking spot and gracefully step out of the car. You lick your lips and enter DSD headquarters.