To the Elevator

You prance toward the elevator in seven inch heels. You can’t believe how graceful and sexy they make you feel.

You grin wickedly. Lilah has given your existence purpose.

You step into the elevator and see a man. He has black hair and a nice body despite being a bit older. His cock looks impressive through his suit pants.

He has a delicious looking soul. You realize he is the first human you’ve seen since you gave yourself to lust. You want to fuck him.

You pose sexily given him a view of your cleavage. “So what’s your name?”

“Ah, Trent, Trent Perry.”

You move in close to him. His cock tents his pants.

“So Trent, work here long?”

“My first week.”

You slip your hand into his pants. “So you probably haven’t been properly greeted.”

He blushes. “Aren’t you a little young.”

Inwardly you curse. He has some morals and you may have overplayed your hand.

You suck on a finger playfully. “I’m old enough to scream your name and young enough to call you daddy...if that’s your thing.”

The elevator dings.

He rushes out. “I think this is my floor.”

After he exits you give a little growl. You wanted his cock. You ponder if the goth Lolita thing will work for you. Maybe if you got a lollipop...

You exit the elevator at the third floor and make your way to the mailroom.

Emily smiles at you. “Morning, Jessica.”

If she noticed your sexier outfit and attitude she doesn’t show it.

“Any mail yet?”

“Nope, another boring morning.”

You examine her closely. Her hair is brown as are her eyes. Her breasts are covered by a professional looking black dress. Though underneath you suspect they are quite nice. You realize, as a demon, you have other powers. You sense her desires. She is straight, although Jules clearly tried to take her. Her aura is stained with it and she might very well give herself to sapphic bliss.

You sit down. You discretely slip two fingers in your sex. The room begins to fill with a miasma of lust.

With your musk heavy in the room you wander over to a fidgety Emily.

“So Emily, is the black dress thing mean you have some hidden tattoos?”

Emily laughs. “I’ve got a couple.”

“Do you want to see mine?”

“Sure, why not.”

You reel her in slowly. “I have this one on my lower back.”

You pull down your suit pants allowing her to see your pattern on your lower back. You make sure she gets a good view. Of your ass crack.

“My best one is a little naughty.”

“You don’t...”

You slide your pants down showing your bare, shaved sex. Above it is an intricate tattoo of a skull with fangs. When you chose your glamour you were tempted to make it more...demonic, but given Emily’s aversion to demons, you simply made it more elaborate and detailed.

“Wow! The detail on this is incredible. The artist is amazing.”

“You can look more closely.”

She drops down, practically in your crotch. You nearly have her. You’re tempted to try to take her, but something tells you she isn’t quite ready.