Selina gives 'Leah' the rest of the day off

The two women slowly made their way back down the stairs to Arnie's cluttered office as Jonny dried tears from his host's face. Most of this was for show, of course, but maybe being inside Leah's body genuinely had **** some of her emotions upon its inhabitant, to say nothing of the fact that Jonny did feel the situation was tragic. He had gotten used to casualties as a cop, and as a demon they were all the more common, but Arnie really did seem like a nice guy. The fear also threw him--what did this new player want? Why had Lena chosen to posses Arnie, and what would she do next?

The women made their way back to the police car, informing the department head along the way that Arnie would not be returning to work and that she probably should take the back way out of the building when she left today. Selina immediately called for the coroner to come and get Arnie's remains. Of course, as far as she knew, there'd been no crime . . . if she only knew. "Are you going to be all right?" Selina asked. Jonny sniffled again as Selina started the car up and headed back to the station. "Nothing in training prepares you for that . . . seeing one go up close like that. He did seem like a nice guy . . . but now he's gone," Jonny said. Selina paused like a parent searching for words to comfort a child. "You did all you could do," she said simply, "and you did it wonderfully. The woman from the school made sure to tell me how great a job you did, and that is all that can be asked of you. You didn't make him jump, and you have to know that his problems were not your problems. Whatever made him do what he did was there long before we showed up," she declared earnestly. "Damn . . . this chick really is good," Jonny thought to himself, "in the old days, only my bar tender would have given me advice like that."

The car arrived back at the station, and Selina killed the engine. The two sat quietly in the car for a moment. "It's getting to be about 4," Selina said, "I've got a couple more hours of work, but why don't you take the day off. You've seen a lot and accomplished a lot on your first day, Leah," she said to her possessed companion. Jonny nodded solemnly. "Are you sure?" he asked. "Yeah," Selina said, "you've earned a couple hours of extra rest. Get your mind right," she said. Jonny thanked Selina and exited the car. He used his host's memories to find her own automobile--an old cop car the lights and siren of which had been removed. The police logo had been removed in accordance with a local law preventing non-police cars from being adorned with the logo, but Jonny could see it had been present at one time. "You certainly do love your job, babe," he said to his host body as he maneuvered into the seat of the car and buckled his safety belt.

Jonny mused at the jiggling of his breasts against the seat belt and as they were jostled about by pot-holes, which Jonny actively tried to hit as he drove his host's voluptuous form through the streets toward an abandoned building on the outskirts of town. The car rolled to a stop next to a warehouse that had not been used in years. "Looks like a good place for a heart-to-heart," Jonny said as he exited the car. It was about 5:30 now, and the sun had just begun to hang a bit low in the sky. Jonny walked toward a big warehouse with walls of rusty sheet metal. He shimmied his way through a hole in the wall and emerged into a great dark room. Old machines--metallic monsters, skeletons of a bygone industrial era--littered the dusty floor of the giant room.

"They probably haven't made a car in here since just a bit after my time," Jonny mused to himself as he walked about a little. He spied an old wooden chair illuminated by some light that shined dimly through a broken window and walked toward it. He slowly and gingerly sat Leah's bubble butt upon the creaky old chair. He closed her eyes and concentrated. "Here goes," he said, using his host's voice for the final time, at least for now. After a couple seconds of concentration, Jonny's host began to shake and convulse. As before, her chest jiggled, and her arms and legs let loose a spasm a second as her body seemed overtaken by a seizure. Gargles and grunts escaped her mouth as her eyes sporadically shifted from a demonic red to her ordinary shade of green. Suddenly, Jonny, inside his original Jack body, was thrown from Leah's curvy meat suit like a child thrown out of a car seat during a wreck.

Jonny landed roughly on the floor of the old factory, the wind knocked out of him. "Aw shit," Jonny coughed, "what a ride," he mused as he rolled from his back on to his belly and slowly and gingerly stood up, dusting himself off slowly. Jonny looked down at himself, his male form pale, skinny, and somewhat sickly compared to that of the woman he had so recently inhabited. "Not the fanciest, but kind of like an old shoe," Jonny said to himself with a smile, chuckling as he heard Jack's voice come out of his mouth again. Almost as an afterthought, he turned around and beheld the body of Leah Brady **** on the floor of the dusty old factory. She had fallen roughly from the chair, and the **** of having a demon inside her had left her ****. He walked up to her and looked down at her sleeping form. "Quite a ride honey," he said to her with a smile.

Jonny turned around and shuffled about the place. He wanted to wait for Leah to wake up. He had some things to do to cement his hold on her. After what seemed like way too long, Jonny heard a noise behind him. He spun around quickly and saw Leah, lying in a heap, stir slowly in the darkened room. "'Bout fuckin' time," Jonny said quietly as he slowly approached the woman. She groaned and climbed to all fours and then slowly sat on the chair. "Wha--" she began as she held her hand to hear head. "Morning sleepy head!" Jonny said with a pleasant smile as he approached the woman.

Leah held her head and slowly woke up. She sat limply and sloppily as she leaned back in the chair and groggily glanced around. "Wha's hap--who--you . . . ah . . . you're--. I'm . . . where?" she mumbled. "Struggling a bit my dear?" Jonny said as he stepped closer. Leah looked up at him, and her eyes suddenly focused, at least a little. "You're the kid from this morning," she said tentatively as she still tried to figure out why she found herself where she did. "Bingo!" Jonny yelled, "or at least partial bingo." Jonny stood before the disoriented woman and tried to come up with a way to explain what had happened.

"But I'm also a good deal more than that, I'm afraid," he said. "You see, I'm a demon with powers beyond your comprehension, and I've spent recent times riding around inside this boy named Jack--the unassuming but delightful specimen you see before you. I nearly killed the Mayor recently, and more bedlam will follow. I've just concluded the most wonderful day having jumped inside your body, Leah, and let me tell you it was fun. Your curves are the stuff dreams are made of . . . I'm sure I'll have the pleasure of being inside you again," Jonny concluded. Leah blinked a couple times as she tried to understand all of this. "My--my body?" she said. Jonny could see this was going to take too long if he did it this way, so he decided to speed things up a bit.

Jonny quickly closed the distance between the two and placed his hand firmly on Leah Brady's thigh. His eyes glowed red as he concentrated, and hers followed suit. "Here's the deal," Jonny began, "I'll need a woman in place at the police station, and I need you to be that woman. You're going to go about your job and follow orders as you normally would unless I tell you to do otherwise. If anything with that crazy Lena woman happens, or if anything else I might wish to know about comes to light, you're going to get in touch with me here," Jonny instructed as he wrote down his phone number and placed it in the enthralled officer's front pocket. "And as to today, you will not remember the details . . . today was a giant blur, and you're not sure what happened. It scares you a bit that you can't remember . . . what did happen anyway? And why can't you recall? You will not remember this conversation or being my servant, nor will you remember the fact that I possessed your body unless you are in close physical proximity to the body I am now in. Got all that?"

The officer nodded sleepily. "Follow orders . . . report to you . . . body . . . scared." "Close enough," Jonny replied as he stepped back and his eyes returned to normal. Hers did too. Jonny stood for a minute as he looked down at the woman. "If you'll pardon me, my dear, it's about six thirty, and I need to get ready for my date with your boss," Jonny declared as he disappeared in a puff of black smoke. The officer would not awake fully for another several minutes.