The Hard Way (Box Set) (18 page)

“I can’t,” she gasped. “I can’t, I can’t! Oh, Darious!”

She screamed as her stomach clenched and the first waves of her release tore through her.

“So good,” he gasped, his hands tightening around her thighs. Her inner muscles began milking him, tearing his orgasm right out of his cock. Balls churning, he exploded, sending shot after shot of hot cream deep inside, groaning as the strength left his limbs and he slowly slid down the elevator wall. “Jessica.”

Jessica exhaled deeply, going limp against her lover. She struggled to stay in her fantasy, but this unreal reality was intruding once again.

“I don’t think I can do this.” She closed her eyes and buried her face deeper into his neck, inhaling his musky scent, struggling to maintain the afterglow as long as possible.

“All you have to do is endure,” his low breathless voice rasped from above. “Endure, Jessica. See this to the end. Great things are waiting for you.”

“Great… things,” she muttered and closed her eyes, lethargy taking over. “If I can survive it.”

She settled against his body for a quick nap, relishing the feel of his strong arms wrapped around her.

Yet it was no surprise when she awoke a few moments later to find Darious and almost all evidence of him gone. She rose to her feet, grimacing at the slick feel of his seed sliding down her legs.

“Well,” she muttered as she adjusted her robe and straightened her shoulders. “At least I came before he went.”

Well, she was feeling a whole lot better now, she decided as the elevator doors opened onto the boardroom.

Satina, still dressed in her red power suit, was standing there. “Jessica. I’ve been waiting for you.”

“You and everyone else.”

“Pardon?”

“Never mind, I just need to use a restroom.”

“Of course.” Satina gestured to a door to the right and Jessica made her way there.

After taking a few moments with a wet hand towel, she straightened her ragged robe as much as she could and prepared to face the paper signing. Maybe, just maybe, then she could get some peace.

She stared into the small mirror and took a good look at herself.

Her hair was still in curlers. She would take them out, blink, and the damn things would return like a pack of pink homing pigeons. Her makeup was still perfection, just enough to look natural and enhance her usual prettiness. Her teeth were shining white, like something out of a toothpaste ad or Miami’s Center for Cosmetic Surgery. She was going to soon have wealth and power beyond belief.

And all she wanted was her couch, her snack foods, and Darious to come with her to keep her warm. But Darious said she had to see this through to the end, and that was what she was going to do.

Mentally girding her loins, she exited the bathroom.

“Satina,” she said in her best brisk accountant’s voice. “Is there a place that I can get some decent clothing? And I refuse to go back to the apartments upstairs. There’s a body being removed and I would rather not see it.”

“Jessica.” Jennifer again, and this time from thin air. “The body has been removed and the place is being cleaned. It’s a shame about Jamie shooting herself like that. I wonder what that girl was thinking?”

Jessica blinked at her older baby half-sister and just sighed. This time her hair was a combination of blondes and pinks. It was too fluffy and frou-frou, but in some strange way it fit her.

Standing beside her was a young man about fifteen years old.

“You and me both, Jennifer,” Jess sighed. “By the way, who’s the handsome young man?”

“Oh, Auntie Jess,” the teen chided. “You are always one to tease. Like you don’t remember your nephew Jack.”

Jack? The five-year-old
?

Whatever!

“You grow so quickly,” she allowed, wondering if any more siblings would appear or if he would suddenly turn into a she.

“Satina will take you to my rooms.” Jennifer nodded, as if all her plans were falling into place. “We’re about the same size and I have a lot of things in my closets.”

Giggle, giggle, and smile. Jennifer’s clothing, if it in any way resembled her giggles, was going to be too… too… frou-frou.

“I bet you do,” Jessica mumbled, shaking her head.

“Upper floors again?” she asked as the black-haired, black-eyed lawyer guided her into the elevator, one surpassingly strong hand on her back.

“No. Going down.”

Jessica shrugged and sighed, resigning herself to wearing some bright, ultra feminine confection. She watched the elevator numbers flash as they sped downward, standing with her arms crossed in front of her in the typical elevator stance.

“Five, four, three, two, one,” she said to herself, as Satina remained her usual quiet self. Jessica hadn’t known the lawyer for long, but from what she observed, the lady was usually quiet and reserved.

But then something strange happened. The elevator kept on going.

“Um, Satina?” she asked after they hit sublevel six. “Is it normal for an elevator to go subterranean?”

“Oh,” she cooed. “It is when I am the one riding in it.”

“Oh,” Jessica sighed. “Thank goodness. You have lower levels, like the Pentagon? Sweet. For a moment there I was getting worried.” She smiled as the red clad woman smiled kindly at her. “So, where are your offices? Sublevel six, is it?”

“No. Seven.”

“Wow.” She smiled, finding something that was almost normal here.

“Seven. As in the seven gates… of hell!”

Bum bum bummm
.

“Meep!”

* * *

Finally the elevator doors opened, and yes, it was hell.

Jessica peeked out and saw fire shooting out of several well-placed and tasteful geysers. The floor seemed to be lined in brimstone, its sulfur smell giving the space the right hellish touch. And for extra atmosphere, there were demonic wails and screams in the background.

Yup, it certainly looked like some level of some kind of hell.

Jessica stood there blinking until a rough hand in the center of her back shoved her into the room, her gaudy shoes crunching on the volcanic rock.

“Um, why am I in hell? Is it because of what I did to Bobby Brewster in the ninth grade? Look, I never knew that duct tape could rip pubic hair out like that!”

“No.”

“Um, because I claimed my three goldfish as dependents in order to get that earned child credit income tax break?”

“Um, no.”

“Is it because I switched my downstairs neighbor’s loud-ass dog’s usual pet shampoo with Nair?”

“No, though we all got a good laugh out of that one.” Satina chuckled as she shoved Jessica to a stone altar that seemed to flow from nowhere. “We are here for a greater purpose, Jessica. We are here to use your body as a vessel for the rebirth of our lord in human form.”

“Your lord?”

“Beelzebub!”

Bumm bumm…

“Okay already!” Jessica screamed. “Enough with the bass hits! I am in hell for what?”

“Ever see
Rosemary’s Baby
?”

“Uh…”

“Guess who gets to play Rosemary?”

“Me, right? It’s me! I know it is! So tell me, is the Egyptian assassin my baby’s daddy?”

“No.” Satina grinned that evil lawyer grin of hers. “That would be me.”

“You? But I haven’t slept with you and you are definitely not a boy.”

“Give it time,” the demon assured, her grin turning into a smirk.

“What?”

Satina tossed her up on the stone altar and smiled. She was still smiling as she pulled her red power skirt from her body and exposed a growing erection, a huge fucking growing erection.

“Usually, I would just cast a spell over you,” Satina informed Jessica as she… he… it… began straightening the tight boots that hugged the slim thighs. “But I find myself unavoidably attracted to you.”

“Try and avoid it! Try really, really hard!”

Jessica’s eyes were as wide as saucers and her heart was racing as she stared at the demon that wanted to be the father of the lord of the nether realm!

Oh, Hell no!

She skidded backwards off the altar as Satina approached, hard cock waggling and leading the way. She turned to run, but the damn shoes tripped her up. She landed in some hot brimstone, scorching the skin of her hips as she skidded across the ground.

“Damn shoes!” she hissed, reaching out to remove them, but found that they wouldn’t budge from her feet. “What the hell…?”

“Hell is good.” Satina stood over her, a maniacal grin on her face, stroking her cock slowly. “You, my dear, are wearing all the souls of those unfortunate individuals that are needed for the sacrifice. When I plunge this cock --” she stroked the thick, fifteen inch thing roughly, “inside your tempting body, you will absorb the souls and give my master life to be reborn!”

“I hate to break this to you,” Jessica managed to say as she skittered backwards away from the spawn of hell. “But that will not fit in this coochie!”

“Who said it was going in your coochie, as you so sweetly put it? I prefer going the back door route, myself.”

Bum dumm, dummm
!

Jessica froze for a moment, then she began to scream. The sound reverberated around the chambers, drowning out the demonic wails that made up the atmospheric music. She screamed so loudly that even Satina was forced to cover her ears with both hands and close her eyes against the pain.

Jessica took that opportunity to rise to her feet and dash back toward the elevator, hoping against hope that it would still be there.

It was, and she slammed her palm on the up button desperately.

Finally something went right! The doors almost instantly slid open. But who stepped out of them was more of a shock.

It was…

“Father?”

“Jessica, my daughter!”

“Fuck me!” she breathed. “It’s the priest from the painting!”

It was. Calder Prefect stood there, alive and in person! Jessica stumbled backwards a bit, still staring at the man.

“Jessica, I have come to free you,” he said.

“Good, because the lawyer grew a dick and I have souls on my feet that won’t come off, and they want me to be an unwed mother!” Jessica babbled in her fear as she heard the sounds of Satina approaching. She grabbed the priest’s arm. Priests were good against evil, right?

“I am here to free you, daughter, by killing you!”

Jessica dropped back and stared at the deranged man. Priests were supposed to save lives! “What kind of father are you?”

“One that had you, knowing that you were not destined for this world. Your mother was a voudon priestess I met in Africa. I gave up the missionary work to be with her. She divined that you would be special, and we both sought to take you back here, where you could grow up protected and loved.”

Sad music began to play, and Jessica chanced to look over her shoulder, searching for Satina. Then she had to hold back a gasp of disbelief. Satina was running at them, there was no doubt about that, but she was moving at a tenth of normal speed.

Jessica looked at her father rambling on about ships and storms, down at her own hands that she waved, testing time as it were. But she was moving normally. Her father was moving normally. She looked back at the demon, who still appeared to be running full tilt, huge cock swinging between its legs, but at a fraction of normal speed.

“
Nooooooooo…
” she appeared to be wailing, but that too was a loud, overly deep, drawn out affair.

“Pay attention!” her father snapped, and she reluctantly turned away from the spectacle of the slow motion demon and back to the real time one.

“As I was saying, the storm destroyed our ship. Your mother was cast overboard into the briny deep and you, my child, were lost to us, trapped on a piece of driftwood and taken down the Tigris. I was helpless to do anything but watch.”

“You could have swum after me, you know.” She felt the need to correct him even as she glanced back at the demon. Yup, still moving at a fraction of normal speed and dragging out that “no.”

“As I was saying, you were lost and --”

“You could have tossed a life preserver or something.”

“I was saying!” he bellowed, cutting off any further comment. “That I watched you carried away and knew you were safer lost at sea. It was Satina --” he gestured to the slow moving demon, “who caused the storm. She wanted you back then. And now the only way to save you is to kill you.”

“Wait, you let your heirs hire a demon lawyer for your company?”

“Of course. Shrewd negotiators and litigators, demons are. Very convincing, and they work at reasonable rates.”

“Oh.” Made sense to her.

“So now, daughter,” he intoned, reaching into a sheath and pulling out a huge dagger, “I must kill you to free you from the demon’s clutches.”

Jessica looked behind her where the demon was gaining fast, then at her father, who was now moving in slow motion with his dagger in its downward motion, and gasped, “Nuts to this!”

She ducked and dodged around the slow motion father and demon and ran straight into the arms of Darious, the assassin. Great!

“Assassinate those asses,” she screamed, clutching at his arm.

“Um, I can’t, Jessica.”

What?
“Um, Darious, you’re an assassin!”

“Well, about that assassin gig… It was just a temporary thing.”

“Then what are you and why are you here?”

At this point, the priest and the demon were turning in their direction, and neither looked happy about their slow motion state.

“Jessica, I am… an angel!”

A heavenly sounding chorus “ahh’ed” and a light began to shine on Darious, illuminating his skin as he seemed to take on a glow from inside.

Jessica watched as huge fluffy white wings exploded from his back and a halo formed over his head. “I’ve been screwing an angel?” she asked in disbelief. Well, that would explain the great sex.

Wait! Weren’t angels asexual?

She didn’t realize she had spoken out loud until he answered her. “Usually, but I am a fallen kind of angel. When I fell for you, I was given the job of protecting you, my love.”

She pointed to the slow motion scourges and snapped, “Protect then, dammit!”