The offer

Kamille didn't know what to do, things had cascaded into such weirdness since she and her friends entered the park. Tally was acting weird and Scilla was now looking like a bimbo. She indeed got lucky enough to not have changed that much, but the man in front of her was proof that luck for her was running out.

"Kamille, I'll be honnest with you." Finally spoke Asmodeus. "I think you're wasting your talent by modeling for that small incompetent agency. You can barely pay yourself a living, and they sold you off to me for as much money they could squeeze out of from that transaction."

Kamille was shocked. "They sold me ?"

"Yes, you weren't popular enough, so when I made an offer for your contracts, they joyfully sold them to me. You're now technically working for me and they didn't even told you."

Kamille was now pissed off, that was dirty and borderline illegal. "Those little shits..."

"So let me offer you something, with your skills with your tongue and now that mouth that would please anyone, you could get a lot of money by spending nights with some clients. I'm talking about thousands per night, not like those heap whores that wander in the park."

"I'm not a whore !" Objected Kamille.

"You accepted to give me a blowjob for two hundreds. Don't fool yourself. And I didn't tell you my offer. For twenty years, you will live without any money problem, you will chose your client, and after that period I'll let you chose to end our contract or to get a more permanent one by becoming a succubus at my service."

"I... I will chose who I want to have sex with ?" Asked Kamille, confused by all of this. Modeling didn't bring much on the table and he was promising her a life of wellness.

"Yes, and I'll make you a gift so that you will always come when they do."

"And if I refuse... ?"

"I have a lot of costume for you to wear for shootings, sex toys too... but the pay won't be as good."

"And what about my friend ?"

"That one next to me, isn't your friend just a pale copy, I'm sure you know what happened to the real one."

A shiver went down Kamille's spine. Tally was still stuck in the rubber costume... The stuck up was stuck. How ironic, how tragic.

"And the one between my legs seems to be a good model for some toys and clothes, but she'll be more useful as an another kind of whore."