Demon's Pet

Warning: At no point in this text are real people or places mentioned or referenced. All characters and locations are all fictitious and if anything resembles or shares a name with a real life person, place, business or organization, it is done merely out of coincidence.

It was a quiet Thursday morning in the town of Honeyhaven. My shift at the local bookstore in the town square had started just ten minutes ago, even if the doors didn't open for another fifty. With my cup of tea in one hand and the list of newly arrived books in the other, I set out to run inventory and stack the books onto their proper places on the shelf. It wasn't a very large shipment so I took my time, enjoying the peace and quiet of the early morning. It was always my favorite time of day because of how tranquil it was before everyone got in their cars and the quiet hum of the town came to life.

As I set the books onto their shelves I let my mind wonder. I had quite the habit of zoning out unless I was actively engaged with something that could hold my interest. My older sister had always liked to refer to me by the old slang term "space cadet" whenever I got too lost in my own head. My mind liked to jump around from topic to topic which was both a boon for when I was bored and a bane when it came to staying on topic during my writing. It was probably the reason it's taken me over six years to write the 200 pages I have of the romance novel I've been working on. It wasn't exactly good, but it made me happy to write and maybe someday I could publish it and make some money and people happy at the same time. As my mind wandered from point A to B to P to S, my boss' voice rang out from across the quiet store.

"Alice, you almost done with setting up those new arrivals? We open soon and I want them done before people show up," she ordered. My boss, Chloe, was my opposite in nearly every way. She was taller than I was by about five inches, placing her around 6'1" or 2. Her hair was blonde and was always tied up into a messy bun while mine was dark brown and curly as it cascaded past my shoulders down my back. She had the body of an athlete while I looked just like you would expect a bookstore clerk would. My build was a bit softer and my glasses added to the whole bookish ensemble. Our biggest difference by far though was in our more sexy bits. Her tits were full and firm while mine were nice enough with a perky disposition but they couldn't hold a candle to Chloe's bombshell bust. She routinely drew stares with her knockers but I could at least do the same with my ass. Perfectly rounded, my ass turned heads so fast it should have come with a whiplash sign.

"Yeah, I'll be done in just a second," I called back and Chloe took that as her signal to return to the books in the back. I set another book on the shelf and double checked the box to make sure I hadn't forgotten one. It turns out I had missed something in the box, but not another one of the new paper backs that I had been putting on the shelf just a moment ago. This last book was hard covered and bound in brown leather. Picking it up, I realized that it was heavier than I though it should be, but that wasn't the weirdest thing about the book. It didn't have any of the tell tale markings and tags on it like the other books that we put out. In fact it didn't have any writing on it at all. The only thing on the leather cover was a ruby red heart with a pair of black horns and spaded tail like you'd see on Halloween devil costumes.

I thought about asking Chloe about the odd book but my thoughts were interrupted by the chiming of the alarm on my watch. It was eight o'clock, meaning the store was officially open. If I went back to see Chloe now, she'd get pissed that I wasn't at my post behind the counter. Deciding I didn't want my boss angry with me with most of my shift still ahead of me, I took the tome with me behind the counter and manned the register.

Another perk of the early shift in a tiny town was that business was slow for a long while before picking it up around the afternoon. I wasn't allowed to use my phone at work, but luckily I was surrounded by books that I could use to pass the time. As long as the book didn't leave the store and it wasn't the last copy we had, Chloe let me borrow books off the shelves at my leisure. Usually I borrowed a novel from the romance section to get inspiration for my own book, but this morning there was only one book in the whole store I had any interest in. I sat down in my chair and flipped the tome to the front cover. Inside was an inscription that looked like it wasn't written in ink, but as if it was burned onto the page.

"To those who play with fire they cannot hope to contain," I read aloud. I didn't understand what the inscription had meant but I had the strangest urge to continue reading. Turning the page revealed a script that I couldn't read but somehow completely understood. Or at least, I thought I could. It didn't make any sense, because as I scanned the nonsense writings I felt as if there was a clear message being conveyed but if I looked away and tried to remember what the message was I would be totally unable to recall it. I had never experienced or even heard of anything even close to this happening.

The only thing that I could remember about the inside of the book was that I liked it and that I wanted to continue reading. As the book went on, I began feeling hot and wanting in all of the places that I should not be at work. Again I felt the call of the book as if it was begging me to read it. When my eyes returned to the strange writing, the hot and needy feelings in my pants grew more persistent until it dominated my mind. Without thinking, my hands slipped underneath my skirt and started to rub my moistening slit through my panties. I knew what I was doing was wrong but I was having a hard time listening to my own thoughts. I had to focus 100% of my attention to not masturbating at the counter while the book called out to me to be read. My conscious thought battled with my desires to relieve myself. What if someone came into the store? What if Chloe came back to check in on the store. Can the security cameras see me behind the counter? Will anyone check them? Thoughts swirled in my head as I desperately struggled to contain myself.