by Randi Darren
Contents
Title Page
Copyright
Dedication
Book listing
Chp.1
Chp.2
Chp.3
Chp.4
Chp.5
Chp.6
Chp.7
Chp.8
Chp.9
Chp.10
Chp.11
Chp.12
Chp.13
Chp.14
Chp.15
Chp.16
Chp.17
Chp.18
Chp.19
Chp.20
Chp.21
Chp.22
Chp.23
Chp.24
Chp.25
Chp.26
Chp.27
Chp.28
Chp.29
Chp.30
Chp.31
Chp.32
Chp.33
Chp.34
Chp.35
Chp.36
Epilogue
Authors Note
Incubus Inc. 2
By Randi Darren
Copyright © 2020 Randi Darren
Cover design © 2020 Randi Darren
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by an electronic or mechanical means - except in the case of brief quotations embodied in articles or reviews - without written permission from its publisher.
The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.
Copyright © 2020 Randi Darren
All rights reserved.
Dedicated:
To those who know me
Books by William D. Arand-
The Selfless Hero Trilogy:
Otherlife Dreams
Otherlife Nightmares
Otherlife Awakenings
Omnibus Edition(All Three)
Super Sales on Super Heroes Trilogy:
Super Sales on Super Heroes 1
Super Sales on Super Heroes 2
Super Sales on Super Heroes 3
Omnibus Edition(All Three)
Monster’s Mercy Trilogy:
Monster’s Mercy 1
Dungeon Deposed Trilogy:
Dungeon Deposed
Dungeon Deposed 2
Dungeon Deposed 3
Omnibus Edition(All Three)
Swing Shift Trilogy:
Swing Shift
Swing Shift 2
Swing Shift 3 (To be released 2020)
Books by Randi Darren-
Wild Wastes Trilogy:
Wild Wastes
Wild Wastes: Eastern Expansion
Wild Wastes: Southern Storm
Omnibus Edition(All Three)
Fostering Faust Trilogy:
Fostering Faust
Fostering Faust 2
Fostering Faust 3
Omnibus Edition(All Three)
Remnant Trilogy:
Remnant
Remnant 2
Remnant 3 (To be released 2020)
Incubus Inc. Trilogy:
Incubus Inc
Incubus Inc 3 (To be released 2020)
Books in the VeilVerse-
Cultivating Chaos: By William D. Arand
Cultivating Chaos 2 (To be release 2020)
Asgard Awakening: By Blaise Corvin
One - Daily Grind -
Sighing softly, Sameerixis Fidenis Xilin Fisch Elh Caerwin Aderin Telis nodded his head when the young woman stopped talking.
“I definitely understand,” murmured the Torment of Lust. He’d heard everything she’d said a number of times now in these interviews.
Over and over, the same story.
Her parents had told her to get a degree, that it was what she needed to get through in life. That she could easily repay the debt once she got a well-paying job because of her degree.
And then none of that happened at all.
“You do?” asked Jennifer, who went by Jenny. She was his consultation today and hopefully, another client. All he had to do was sell her on his ability to solve her problem, and his low and reasonable rates.
Reaching up, the woman slid a strand of black hair behind her ear and smiled at him, her dark eyes practically glowing.
She wasn’t bad looking, though Sam wasn’t exactly starving for Essence anymore. He didn’t feel an overwhelming desire to get her into a contract, and then a bed, as fast as possible.
It didn’t hurt that he had Wren on hand right now, while he was out on contract duty. That and he’d turned her into little better than a bed pillow for the last five days whenever he wasn’t doing his job.
“I do,” Sam said waving a negligent hand to one side. “Honestly, it’s perhaps the hundredth time I’ve heard the exact same problem. You’ve been fed a bill of goods for a degree that doesn’t match with the current economics of your time. Promised something that can and will never occur given what’s happening with the world at large. A belief that’s fifty years out of date, and fits in about as well as a horse and buggy on a freeway.
“Additionally, you didn’t mention what your degree was actually in.”
“Ah… it’s in communications,” murmured the young woman. With the way she said it, she clearly knew that, in addition to her degree not being worth that much when everyone practically had one, her degree was also less useful than many others.
Sam smiled and nodded again, doing his best not to roll his eyes.
That particular degree seems to be a definite problem. If no one is hiring for it, why would colleges ever let someone major in it?
It’s truly become more of a business than ever before it seems. Though it seems far more similar to selling used cars than anything else. Never knowing what’s under the hood, other than what people tell you.
I can’t even begin to imagine what kind of predatory lending practices these poor kids are being slammed with.
At least it isn’t psychology or anthropology. Those seem much harder to work with.
Psychology needs more schooling, and there really isn’t much of a career in anthropology.
“Well, that isn’t really a problem. We can definitely solve that easily enough,” Sam said, shifting his weight around. Her sofa wasn’t comfortable in the least, but it was still a little better than the average he found himself sitting on.
“No?” Jenny asked, her hands clasping in front of her chest. “I mean, I know… I know this isn’t normal and I’ve talked to a few people you’ve helped and… and… well…”
Her voice failed her and faded off to nothing.
Sam smiled and realized this was where he had to clarify things.
“I’m an Incubus who makes deals with mortals,” Sam said. “Sometimes that includes sex, sometimes it doesn’t. Sometimes it’s some of your life force, sometimes it’s something else if you have other things in trade I’d want.
“Each deal and trade is different because it’s a shifting market. I imagine in a year, my rates might go up.”
“That… makes sense,” Jenny murmured. “And… how much would it cost to get me out of debt?”
“Depends on how much you need. And how you want to go about solving it. There’s a few different ways of course.” Sam explained. “You also haven’t told me the amount of your debt yet.”
“Oh. Yeah. Yes. Uhm. Fifty thousand. I can’t seem to get a job that could use my degree, though. That or there’s a lot of other people with the same degree applying and I’m just… not making the cut in the interviews,” Jenny muttered.
Or they want experience on top of the degree, but won’t say that to you.
Your parents told you all your life that you were special, that you could change
the world, and that you could do anything.
And at the same time, you’ve been given everything and anything almost instantly. Your parents viewing it as the way to give you the best start.
Here you are, a degree that doesn’t do anything, a debt that will likely ruin your life in your thirties, and those in control of the job market staying longer and longer in their fields.
I pity your entire generation and can only imagine how those who came before you, will shame you later.
Feeling a great deal of empathy for Jenny, Sam shrugged his shoulders.
“The going rate for that kind of money is about fifteen years of your life and a contract signing via sex,” Sam said. “That’d get you all the money up front and you’re in the clear. If you wanted to do the contract without sex, then it would be sixteen years.
“An alternative is that I take on your debt and pay it off on my own, though it’ll still be in your name, and I take one day of your life at a time, for a period of ten years. At the end of which, I’ll pay off your debt as it exists today in full, regardless of that remainder.”
Thinking on it, Sam didn’t think getting her a job would be a relevant offer here because, truth be told, even he didn’t think he could find her a job that’d help her long term.
Mostly because with a degree like communications, he imagined she didn’t know what she wanted to do with herself either.
“There is, of course, the possibility of working to get you a job, a promotion, or other similar things. Though, those options are far less immediate and take some time,” Sam said. “It’d cost triple the amount of time it took me to get you a job that would pay what you needed.
“As an example, if it took six months, you’d pay me eighteen months in time.”
“But there’s no guarantee on that,” Jenny said. “You could get me a job and then the company could close up a year after that.”
“That’s a distinct possibility,” Sam said, nodding his head. “I could guarantee you that I’d do my best to set you up long term, as having a negative experience as a customer wouldn’t do me any good. I do want positive reviews after all.
“But even with that, I couldn’t positively tell you that you’d have the same company to work for ten years later.”
“No… no, that makes sense. I just… my father told me he worked for the same company for thirty years and worked his way up,” Jenny said shaking her head.
“Yes, well, the world as it is today is very different than what it once was,” said Sam holding up his hands. “The world your parents grew up in is long since passed and won’t be coming back. I’ve heard a number of people tell me their parents paid for their own college with a ‘summer job’. That seems laughable in today’s world.”
“Oh. Oh, okay. Well, the deal you just offered, that’s… that’s the exact same deal I heard from… from a friend,” Jenny said. Apparently, she didn’t want to reveal who’d told her about him.
“Indeed. I do try to keep my rates rather standard. That way no one is really surprised when the price is announced. Makes everything as above board as I can make it,” Sam said. “As I did mention earlier though, there are other extenuating circumstances that we could get into. Do you have any skills, stocks, antiques, or anything else that might be of value that we could to offset the cost?”
“Not really. Nothing like that,” Jenny murmured, then she sighed and let her eyes drift to the ground. “Uhm… uh… I… heard you pay a premium on virginity? I do have that.”
Sam raised his eyebrows at that and sniffed lightly at the air and focused on her. He tried to catch any hint of Jenny and her desires that could be in the air.
In that single sniff, he knew she was indeed a virgin. Never having felt the pleasure of sex, Jenny was a delicacy that Sam now really wanted to throw onto a bed.
He’d had so few virgins as of late. Jenny would be the second.
“That’s quite true,” Sam said with a wide smile. “I’ll move the contract down to ten years and five years respectively if you add your virginity into the deal.”
“Really? That’s… that’s a lot. Okay,” Jenny said, her hands closing tightly together. “I… can do that. Let’s do the… five year deal and my virginity.”
“Wonderful,” Sam said. “Oh, and by the way, we’re offering a lovely incentive on visits. As well as a referral bonus.”
“Visits?” Jenny asked, looking at him. “Referral bonus?”
“Yes, referrals and visits. The gold plan is the most popular one. It’s very simple. With the gold plan, if you let me visit you once a month during the course of the contract for sex, Inc-Suc would refund you five percent of your spent life force at the conclusion of the deal. There are lower plans, but it’s not as much of a percentage - only one and two percent, respectively. And if someone mentions you as a referral, I’ll give you one percent of whatever they spend on their contract.”
“I… okay,” Jenny said, nodding her head. “I can do the gold plan, I guess. That’d help… uhm, cut costs.”
“If you’re willing to go that far, I’d suggest the platinum visit plan. I’d be visiting you once a week, but the refund would go up to ten percent instead,” Sam said. “When you do the math it’s maybe an extra thirty minutes a week for that additional five percent extra on whatever you spent. It adds up quick.”
“Okay. I suppose I’ll do the… the platinum visitor plan,” said Jenny, looking somewhat bemused.
And that makes eighteen on the gold visitor plan, five on the platinum plan, and eleven who aren’t. A total of thirty-four new clients in this week alone.
This really is so much easier than it ever was before. The way Abby has this all set up with Jes through the website, printing the summoning circle, and spreading the world through colleges, is… lovely.
It’s almost too easy.
Though I’m glad I told her no to the paper-punch card visitor coupon. That was almost too much commercialization.
***
Opening the door to the hotel room, Sam yawned and entered. It was almost exactly as he remembered leaving it.
Closing the door, he actually felt rather tired. He’d spent almost the entire day going from summoning to summoning. The only change being that several of them had been meetings scheduled by someone else, rather than using a spell to contact Sam directly.
The simple reality was people were more willing to call a phone number than tempt a spell that would summon a demon.
Contracting several times in one day wasn’t something he’d ever done before. Had never done before and could now feel the strain from it.
Stifling a second yawn, Sam wandered into the living room. Wren wasn’t here, which meant she was either out, which was extremely unlikely, or sleeping.
And sleeping is what Sam would put money on.
Moving to the bedroom, he found Wren right where he’d left her.
In the middle of the bed—naked, long limbed, covered in small bite marks, with wild and tangled long black hair, and sticky looking from both sweat and seed—was his Cambion.
If he wasn’t sleeping or working, he was bedding the rather tall and athletic Wren.
Endlessly. Orgasm after orgasm after orgasm.
Grinning, he considered waking her up to begin feasting on her, when he noticed something out of the ordinary. A small red light was flashing on the phone next to the bed.
Oh?
Wandering over, Sam peered at the light and the words displayed next to it.
Message Waiting.
Huh. I wonder who left me a message.
He couldn’t remember there being a phone anywhere else in the hotel room, which mean he had to take the call here, or go downstairs to the lobby.
Unfortunately for Wren, he wasn’t about to listen to the message anywhere but in his room. There was no telling who was listening and he’d undoubtedly be calling someone back.
We’ll just… be as quiet as we can. She’s normally a heavy sleeper anyway.
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Sam picked up the phone, tapped the red flashing button, and listened as the dial tone beeped and then went silent.
“Hey, Sweetie!” Jes said sounding rather excited. “I just got a reply from the Amazon. You know, the one you left a message for in her head? She wants to meet up. That means you need to come home, put on your best suit and look delicious.
“Did I mention I’m absolutely starving for you, your seed, and your Essence? I can imagine the taste of you on my lips just mentioning it.
“I feel… ravenous. Though, not hungry enough to consider ever looking at another man. I’m a one-man type of girl, you’ll remember.
“Anyway, call to check in and see what’s going on. I know it’s only been two weeks since we got the first letter from her but we really shouldn’t leave her hanging long. For all we know, Jena could find her and kill her before we get a chance to talk to her.
“See you soon, my love.”
The line clicked as Jes hung up and then was followed by an automated prompt on how to delete the message or keep it.
Tapping the delete button, Sam set the phone back onto the receiver and considered what to do.
The “Amazon” was a rather pretty and tall Imp that Sam had bumped into while robbing one of Jena’s offices. He’d found an old photo of himself and Jena in a secret compartment in her safe.
With a shrug of his shoulders, he realized he wasn’t against meeting her. If anything, it would help solidify their plans on how to proceed.
Jes had been mostly spinning her wheels since the attack on the compound that freed Aster. The Succubus acted bright and bubbly, but Sam could clearly see that she was tormented by memories of her mortal life before becoming what she was now.
Tormented by what Jenaphila had taken from her, before Jes was tossed into a literal limbo and then given away as a prize.
I’ll call Irma.
Picking the phone back up, Sam dialed Irma’s number. Ringing three times, it then picked up.
“Irma Fidenis speaking,” Irma said on the other end of the line.
