Dave the Incubus

A chestnut haired man in his late 20s wakes up in a lounge chair in a small white room. He looks around to see no doors easily visible. The only things of note are in front of him.

At a office desk,not too dissimilar to the ones at his work, a young dark haired woman types rapidly, ignoring the man in front of him.

Not looking up, she addresses the man.

"David Crow, you sure have been a busy body. Good to know you have the time."

"What happened?"

"You died." The man's eyes open like saucers.

"No, really. Heart attack, don't remember? You must have been doing some extraneous activities." The woman joked. Her giggle made her breasts almost jumped out of her D-cups.

"I guess you can say that" Dave clutches his chests and feels no pulse. His last memories, he gave having the time of his life with a blonde babe, he felt he was losing his breath but thought it was just the sex being intense.

"There are worse ways to go. Granted you rarely visit doctors, but you had underlying health conditions that would have taken Sherlock Holmes to find. Not to mention as an orphan, you couldn't get the medical history that could have saved you. But also a life well lived." She smiles at her own quip.

"Where am I? Is this the...good place?" He panics.

"More like the better place, considering how you left Earth it's safe to say lust was your favorite sin. But that seems to be your biggest offense compared to your life aside from being a lawyer. But what a lawyer you were, good to your clients, looked beyond the dollars, always looking to give...in more ways than one, at that" the woman continued. "Nonetheless you are a staircase above the bad place but you need not worry, we have options"

"What kind of options?"

"The endless void of purgatory until mankinds end or...the fun option."

"Fun option?"

"Well it can be. It is also a punishment. for your punishment, there must be one, either to burn off your sin, to repent or just help others in a way that I'll know you will enjoy"

"How so?" Dave asked nervously.

"Becoming an incubus, a sex demon. Guaranteed no going lower and a slight chance to go up if you pass the tests whatever they may be."

"I don't know" to become a demon...that sounds

"Like you will be hurting people, not in this case. Your partners and yourself won't be hurt physically and no need for lube or protection. Your job is to satisfy adults who perhaps either have no partner or is with the wrong one, or perhaps needs experience. They don't even need to necessarily want it explicitly. If they no longer want you or are uncomfortable, your actions will cease. At least a subconscious consent, of course no one below 18 and can be any gender."

"But I'm-"

"Dave, your dead. There's nothing left to hide" Dave piped down from his objection.

"You can travel the world, meet new people and have all the sex you want. Let's put all that experience to good use."

"What's the catch?"

"Right, lawyer. You see, Dave, your identity is no more. You can only be invited by these people, but they can never see you or interact with you. They can only feel you and at most see objects you can move. Or in some cases, you can take on the form of a non relative loved one, whether a crush or a spouse. Most times you are an invisible man. You cannot change genders to match your partner. I'll pop in if anything else is needed at a specific job.

All in all, You are at beck and call and your thoughts and actions are not entirely your own, even if you think they are. The idea is that you will be a sex toy until man's end with no way for true relationship, are you willing to face that when it comes?"

Dave lived a life of contracts and deals and knew this must be a deal with a devil, but still...

"Ahem, so...