That actually sounds really nice

"...yeah ok. One sec."

You hadn't been this high since freshman year and you'd sworn you never would be again. Unlike last time you feel really good. Sure, it was a struggle to make it to the desk without tripping over yourself, but you felt really in-tune with your surroundings. For example, you could hear someone talking from the stairs even though their voices sounded really far off.

"-supposed to be your job isn't it? Why're you dragging me along-"

"Shshsh, sweetie. You're here if there're any more pesky salt lines, remember? Now be a good girl and keep an eye on my legs would you?"

"Why would I... oh."

"Mhm, nice aren't they?"

"Very nice..."

"Hold up. His scent's on this door."

Oh. Maybe not so far off. The door slams open as your new friend lights his blunt and you flop down next to him on the beanbag.

Elise stands in the doorway, looking like sex with demon-hunter wrapping. A slightly less enthralling but also gorgeous Denise peers over her shoulder. Both look thoroughly taken aback by the sight of you and your friend lighting up in the dark office.

The lanky man takes a long drag and raises his hands in welcome, "Heeeey! Gettin' loads 'o visitors today! To what do I owe the pleasure ladies?"

Elise blinks but her predatory smile reinstates itself in short order, "I don't know who you are sir but I'd love to get to know you... somewhere else. Trent and I have a little unfinished business that he needs to attend to. Right. Now." She arches her back and tosses her hair, eyes smoldering as she braces her arms against the doorframe, "How about the two of you come out here and fuck me senseless hmm?"

Wow. This was a reeeeally comfortable beanbag.

"Or... you could come in here and fuck US." Your friend sounded like he'd just had the best idea ever. You couldn't help but agree.

"Oh and bring your friend, it's kind of a sausage party in here." Denise's mouth fell open in outrage as the two of you chortled.

Elise looked more surprised than offended, "Excuse me?"

She tilted her head, turning her smoldering gaze on you, "How about you Trenty boy?" She slid a finger down her front, pulling the latex dangerously low, "I know you want me..."

You nod in agreement, "Yeah. And you really seem to want me too... so why don't you come get me?"

She gives you a dumbfounded look while Denise splutters in outrage behind her. Her eyes narrow, "Alright, fine." She steps through the door onto the carpet.

You really were in-tune with your surroundings. Like, YOU expected her to come over and fuck you like she did to Tim, but you could feel surprise just rolling off your surroundings. Especially your friend and the beanbag. Wait... how could a beanbag be surprised?

"Holy shit. You're new." Your friend's voice sounds much clearer than anything else you've heard him say. He almost sounds alert.

Elise irritatedly waves a cloud of smoke out of her face, "And? You're mortal." She said it like it obviously made him less than her.

"Riiiiiiiight... right, right, right... Neat."

Elise rolled her eyes and marched over to you, grabbing you by the collar to haul you away. You give your friend a pleading look. You really didn't want to move.

In a surprising display of speed, his hand flew out and grabbed her waist, dragging her down on both your laps with a surprised yelp, "Aw c'mon baby, you can do-the-do right here. Better yet, why don't you do it with both of us?"

Elise gave him a withering glare and Denise called to her from the stairwell, "Can you hurry up? The smell is making me nauseous."

She moved to rise and you wrapped your arms around her chest, getting a nice handful of breast, "Mmm you've got nice tits."

She made a noise that was somewhere between amusement and irritation, "Can you not?"

"Make me." You mutter in her ear, nibbling at the soft lobe.

"Ugh, Trent, you're making this so much more difficult that it has to be!" Despite her words, she's very nearly giggling as she says them. Her struggles against the two of you are halfhearted at best, especially since you're pretty sure she's a lot stronger than she looks now.

Your friend is playing with her hips and thighs in his lap at his usual sedate pace, making her coo at your dual lazy stimulation, "If we're doing this would it kill either of you to put a little effort in? I'm falling asleep here."

"We could just cuddle." You murmur, enjoying how tasty the crook of her neck is under your tongue.

"Cuddling's for pussy's." She replied, though her hands make only a token attempt to remove yours from her breasts.

"This guy's got the right idea." You attempt to exchange knucks with your friend but you both miss terribly, instead going back to pawing at the increasingly more willing demoness in your laps. She snorts at your utter lack of coordination, stretching out and relaxing a bit more into your chest. When did the beanbag get so big?

"Elise!" The demoness turns in response to her name but not enough to dislodge you from making out with her neck, "Hmm?"

Denise stands in the doorway, looking unnerved and impatient, "Either get my servant back here now or kill them both and get back to your job!"

Elise makes a whining noise that makes you chuckle, "But... it's so comfy... don't wanna move... wanna cuddle..."

The three of you on the beanbag share a laugh at her changing attitude. He passes her the joint and she readily takes a drag, making a contented noise as your hands slide into her top and divest it of her breasts. They were really something else, so nice and soft, like pillows. If she weren't lying on you you'd want to rest your head on them.

Denise makes an angry noise and moves to stop off. You feel a sudden surge of energy but most of it passes straight through you into Elise, who sits up, "Oh Denise...?"

The angry executive pauses, glaring back into the room. Elise's hands rise and cup her breasts, a wave of lust and desire pouring off her, "Won't you come play with me? Just for a minute?"

Denise seems to sway, teetering on the brink between giving in to magical seduction and going and having a hissy fit. She caves when you use your newfound energy to sit up and begin mauling the demons perfect breasts. Denise stands there moments later, "Hands off Parry, those are mine."

"And you're mine." Your friends voice sounds a lot deeper than before as he reaches up and grabs Denise. She struggles and lashes out but you pay her no heed, instead enjoying the feel of Elise's soft body in your arms and the cushy warmth of the beanbag on your back. Eventually she relaxes and the four of you lie there in the dark, enjoying each others company.

A couple times you wake up to notice the door is open and someone is standing there but your friend or Elise handle most of the talking, always accompanied by that weird rush of energy that never stops inside you. Every once in a while you get another person but you don't know their names or how they ended up here. The beanbag just seems to stretch and make room whenever you get another.

You know you should probably be doing... something. It feels like years have gone by. Decades for all you know. But you're just so tired. And it's just so comfortable. Eternity stretches onward...

The End.