Pris's story

"That bastard." think as he walks out the door. For the thousandth time I wonder why I ever used that book. I opened my desk drawer and pulled the big leatherbound thing out and flip it open. The illustration of Yeziroth in it doesn't do him justice at all. Despite myself, just thinking about it hardens my nipples under my blouse.

Mike doesn't know it or doesn't want to admit it, but being around him charges everything. You might be mildly aroused until he walks in, and suddenly you are as wet and ready as a bitch in heat. On the flip side, if you are a little miffed, you'll get spitting mad and ready to tear someone apart. Part of it is Mike, but a bigger part is Yeziroth. Something like him doesn't just pass by unfelt.

I was unconsciously rubbing my smooth legs together, working my sex delicately against the fabric of my skirt. I never wear panties around Mike. Too many have been ripped off in the heat of the moment. I heard the subtle whispers from the Book. Just behind this world They were waiting for someone to call them. Demons, Fallen Angels, whatever they were. I could almost feel them sliding hands over my skin, pulling my knees apart to taste me...

I heard myself let out a low moan just as the phone rang. It snapped me out of it. steadied my breathing and picked up the phone. "Reilly Investigations." I said. The voice on the other end hesitated. "Hello?" I asked.

"Hello, this is Maximillian Baxter." it said in a bass so deep you'd need a submarine to find it. "I have a rather specific problem that I require handling that the police or papers must not know about. Nothing illegal, just highly embarassing if it were to be made public. What are the fees?"

"25 a day plus expenses." I said. Routine questions, routine answers. I was still skimming the book, looking at an illustration of a squat Demonic thing with a wicked grin with boar tusks. It had shiny black eyes and a thick, muscled torso. A split tail came from the back. I was reading the incantations as he mumbled on about his dandy of a son who took a $5000 ring to give to his gay lover.

I should have been paying attention.