by Eric Vall
Liby walked back into the room, followed by a pair of guys in red uniforms with tool belts on their waist.
“Our dance floor is here,” the succubus cooed. “These fine gentlemen would like to know where to install it.”
“You’re in luck, guys,” I motioned for them to come over by me, and then I pointed outside at the pergola. “My friend and I just got done setting up that beautiful piece of architecture out there. The floor can go underneath, and there’s a gate out back so you can pull your truck around and unload easier.”
“Alright, you heard the man,” one of the uniformed men ordered. “Underneath the pagoda-thingy. You go pull around the truck, and I’ll go meet ya out there.”
One of the men turned and walked back toward the main entrance of the mansion, and the other pulled open the sliding glass door and stepped outside.
“Excellent.” I chuckled. “That just leaves the caterers and then we’ll all be good to go.”
“And the beautiful outfits my sisters are bringing us,” Libidine reminded me coyly.
“Ah yes,” I said with a chuckle. “I’m surprised Sia went along with Cupi. She’s never exactly been over the moon about wearing human clothing. Or shopping. Or giving up management duties.”
“I think she mainly went because she was afraid of how much money Cupi was going to spend.” The curvy succubus giggled. “Pride must keep greed in check, after all.”
Liby’s thoughts were interrupted by another knock at the door, and I quickly rushed over to answer. When I opened the large wooden door, I was greeted with the sight of Sia and Cupi, arms full of boxes and bags from the local clothing store.
“We brought goodies!” Cupiditas smiled. “Now we’re gonna look like royalty, all on the dime of Robert Quinn.”
“I still can’t believe nobody has questioned all the insane amounts we’ve been putting on his cards for the last few weeks.” I shook my head and stepped aside so the succubi could enter.
“That’s the beauty of being wealthy, Jacob.” Sia clicked her tongue. “Unlimited credit card lines that the companies know you’ll be good for.”
“A million dollars in his bank account doesn’t hurt, either,” Cupi added. “Sia’s been making the minimum payments so that nobody gets suspicious.”
“Now, close your eyes, Jacob,” Sia giggled. “I’ve got a surprise just for you.”
“Oh no,” Todd groaned from the top of the stairs, and I realized he’d been about to rejoin us even though his arm was still human-shaped. “Is it one of those ‘surprises’ that requires me to leave the room?”
I shut my eyes and held my open palms out in front of me.
Not a second later, the succubus dropped a heavy item into my hands. It was about the size of a regular sheet of printer paper, but it felt like it was wrapped up in a mailing envelope.
I opened my eyes and began to inspect the parcel.
“What is this, Sia?” I asked as I reached in and pulled out a massive document.
This thing must have been at least a couple hundred pages long because it was heavier than any of the huge textbooks I had to carry around in college. I held the document in front of my face and squinted to read the title.
Proposition Sixty-Six.
“This is proposition Sixty-Six?” I asked as my jaw nearly hit the floor.
“We stopped by the Fedex Store down the street and had them print the whole thing off,” Sia explained. “It’s actually a pretty light read compared to most government documents.”
“Uh-- Would it be possible for you to give us an executive summary?” I chuckled. “There’s no way in Hell I’m going to be able to understand all of this.”
“Oh, it’s simple, actually,” Sia mused. “It’s mostly about the parameters of governmental spending and the jurisdiction of the Congress in regard to works deemed for the public good.”
“English please,” Todd said, dumbfounded.
“All of that stuff is inconsequential,” Sia continued. “What stuck out to me was one of the pork barrels put forth by Franklin and a few of the Representatives from Virginia.”
“Parlez-vous English?” Todd reiterated.
“It’s a law that people slap onto a larger law at the last minute so that nobody notices,” I explained. “That way, their pet project gets passed without anyone noticing.”
“Finally,” Todd scoffed. “Somebody who speaks my language. That sounds shady as fuck.”
“That’s government for you.” I shrugged.
“Anyway,” the madame continued, “Franklin partnered with a couple of other Representatives to put a pork barrel law into the Proposition that would make it easier for the government to call Eminent Domain on private property in the state of Virginia.”
“That’s where the government seizes private land so that they can use it for public works,” I translated for the imp. “Stuff like highways, National Parks, and the like.”
“Surely that’s what this is all about,” Cupi chimed in. “There’s land out there that Franklin wants for his own purposes. But why Virginia?”
“That’s why it’s important to try to get as much info out of him as we can,” I nodded at the boxes of dresses in the succubus’ arms.
“Not to be the immature one, but I’m getting tired of political talk,” Libidine sighed. “Can we go try our dresses on?”
“Well, it looks like you’ve got just about everything done with the interior,” I said as I admired the dark-haired woman’s work. “All that’s left is the food and the finishing touches on the dance floor, but we’ve got other people to do that. You girls have earned a little relaxation.”
“Yay!” Liby smiled and then took off up the stairs.
The other two succubi weren’t far behind.
“Just be careful not to go in that second bedroom,” I called out with a shudder.
Twenty minutes later, I was tempted to go up and see how the girls were doing. My heart raced as I began to picture all the sexy fun they were probably having while I was away. They were probably helping each other get in and out of beautiful dresses and exploring each other’s bodies delicately as they did so. The three succubi could have been engaged in a playful pillow fight or a sensual game of truth or dare for all I knew.
With these girls, anything was on the table.
Just as I was on the verge of rushing up the stairs, tearing off my clothes, and joining the beautiful women in the bedroom, I heard an upstairs door slam shut.
Todd sauntered out to the top of the staircase, and the little imp looked like he was about to topple over from exhaustion. He reached up and steadied himself on the handrail with his right arm that had now returned to its impish form. Todd let out a small “ow” with every step he took as he descended the pristine marble staircase. When he finally got to the bottom, he plopped his rear end down on the first step.
“Bro…” he panted. “I just Kenjataimu-ed all over that room. You didn’t happen to hire any professional cleaners, did you?”
I shook my head and laughed as I walked back over and sat down beside my friend. “I’ll just make sure nobody goes into that room.”
“Oh, Jacob…” Cupi’s voice cooed.
I stood up, turned around, and then nearly fell over onto the floor when I saw the succubi.
Liby, Cupi, and Sia stood at the top of the staircase. The succubi were dressed to the nines in the most gorgeous outfits I had ever seen, each one hand-picked by the redhead and the blonde to match their personalities.
Sia wore a flashy crimson dress with a plunging neckline that came all the way down past her tiny breasts and stopped just above her navel. The shimmering fabric of the garment glistened like a disco ball with each small move the succubus made. Her normally long, red hair was tied back in a wide ponytail behind her head, and the madame was wearing a dark purple lipstick that made her large violet eyes pop.
Cupiditas was in a black mermaid-style dress that wrapped around her entire torso and crimped together at her tiny waist to sh
ow off her tight ass. The bustle of her dress hung down around her feet, and the entire garment was held up with a small wrap of fabric that came up around her chest and tied back behind her neck. Finishing off the fit blonde’s outfit was a pair of crystal earrings that dangled from her tiny lobes and a choker made of pearls.
Last, but certainly not least, was Libidine. The curvy succubus wasn’t afraid to show off her long, black hair in all its glory. The straightened, raven-colored locks were parted at Liby’s forehead and cascaded down her back. The succubus was wearing a golden dress that completely covered her torso and long legs. However, the garment had no sides, and Liby’s massive breasts threatened to pop out at any moment with one wrong move.
“Good morning, Angels.” Todd whistled.
I heard another knock on the door as the women descended the staircase, but I completely ignored it. My attention was on the three gorgeous creatures in front of me, and nothing else.
“You can pick your jaw up off the floor now, Jacob.” Cupi smirked as she approached and casually tapped my chin.
“Yeah, bro, I think our grub is finally here,” Todd implored. “I’d go get it, but well, I’m all impish again. Plus my hands are probably still covered in--”
“I get it.” I threw up my hand to cut off his words.
I walked over to the door, opened it, and saw a teenager with a pizza carrier in his hand.
“Order for Mr. Quinn?” the boy’s voice cracked as he looked at the receipt.
“That’d be us.” I smiled and then took the receipt and pen the boy had provided.
As I forged Robert Quinn’s signature, I noticed that the boy kept glancing up to look into the mansion behind me.
“Throwing a fancy party?” he awkwardly asked.
I nodded. “We’re doing a fundraiser for Marvin Franklin later tonight,” I explained, “but I can’t stand rich people food. Give me some good ol’ fashioned cheese and carbs, right?”
I tried to hand the receipt back to the teen, but he was now completely distracted by the succubi behind me. I stood there with the receipt and pen outstretched for a few seconds before I finally did a forced cough to regain his attention.
The kid looked like he had just come out of a trance as he opened the carrier and passed me a few warm boxes. His mouth was still hung open as I thanked him for the pizza and closed the door slowly.
“He was awfully quiet,” Cupi observed.
“It’s because he was marveling at our beauty, sisters.” Sia giggled and flipped her hair playfully. “We have that effect on many people, men and women alike.”
“You are absolutely correct, Sia. Now, let’s go eat.” I laughed and started to carry the warm pizza boxes into the kitchen. “The cultists and the caterers will be here any minute now, so we’d better get our fill before we run out of time.”
“I like the sound of that!” Todd said excitedly as he followed me.
“I don’t know about you, sisters, but whatever is in those boxes smells incredible,” Libidine said in an orgasmic tone.
The succubus was right. A cheesy, garlicky aroma was wafting out of the boxes as I set them down on the table, and it took every ounce of my willpower to not rip open the boxes and tear into the food like a barbarian. Instead, I went over to the cupboard and grabbed a bunch of plates out of the black cabinets.
While my back was turned to the food, an inhuman snarling sound surprised me. I whipped around and summoned red Hellfire into my hand, prepared to blast whatever fucker was trying to get the drop on us.
Instead, I nearly doubled over in laughter.
The sound was coming from Todd, who was standing on top of the counter tearing into one of the Mac and Cheese Pizzas. I couldn’t see exactly what was going on behind the open lid of the box, but flecks of pizza sauce and cheese were spraying up into the air as if a human artery had been punctured. Todd slammed the box closed, and the imp looked like he had just ripped somebody’s throat out. Red pizza sauce was splashed all across his face and chest, and he had a crazy, intense look in his eyes when he let out a window-rattling burp. Todd plopped down onto the breakfast bar and patted his belly.
“I told you I was gonna need an entire pizza for myself, bro,” he proclaimed.
“That was scary.” Cupiditas sounded like she was in shock. “Downright terrifying.”
“You don’t deny a baked, hungry imp his sustenance.” Todd wagged a finger at the blonde, “and I’m not even halfway done.”
I handed out a plate to each of the succubi. “Dig in, guys. We have a long night ahead of us.”
I opened the second box, and I couldn’t help but drool.
Todd was over the moon about this “Mac and Cheese Pizza,” and I could see why. Sitting on the crispy thin crust of the pizza was a literal heap of macaroni noodles, topped off with melted cheddar and mozzarella glistening with grease.
As I pulled a piece loose, a few of the supple noodles slid off of the pie, and the melted cheese left a gooey string in its wake. I lifted the triangular slice to my mouth, used my left hand to catch any dangling strings of mozzarella, and took a huge bite.
My teeth pressed through the soft noodles and cheese and then crunched through the perfectly crisp crust of the pie. Instantly, my mouth was filled with a blast of warm cheddar, garlic, and oregano-infused tomato sauce. My eyes rolled back in my head as I chewed the greasy Italian concoction.
The five of us tore through the pizzas and garlic bread like they were nothing, and then I turned my attention to the small black takeout container that held our wings. There were twenty barbeque boneless wings in the box which I distributed evenly between the group.
Even though I already felt stuffed from the pizza, the sight of the juicy fried wings gave me a second wind. The morsels were absolutely drenched in barbeque sauce, and they gave off a sweet, smoky aroma as they left the package.
“These are the wings of a chicken?” Sia asked, unconvinced. “I’ve seen many chickens slaughtered for blood rituals. Never once did they have a wing that was shaped like an oval.”
“It’s the meat from the wings of the chicken,” I tried to explain. “They take it off the bone, mix it together, and then fry it.”
“It’s basically a chicken nugget with sauce,” Todd added, “and it’s fucking delicious.”
Still skeptical, Sia raised the wing to her mouth and took a small nibble. Her violet eyes lit up with pleasure, and then she popped the rest of the wing into her mouth, swallowed it whole, and licked her lips.
“I think I like these chicken wings,” she said with a satisfied grin.
“If there’s one thing Jacob knows, it’s the best food here on Earth,” Libidine chuckled. “I don’t think he’s ever steered us wrong!”
We gobbled up the rest of the wings, and then the five of us sat there in silence. I felt like I couldn’t move, and I seriously started to wonder if I was in a food coma.
“So much grease…” Todd panted and clutched at his chest. “Is this what it feels like to have a heart attack?”
“Do I need to heal you?” Sia barely could say the words.
“He’s fine,” I argued. “We’re just all stuffed to the gills.”
“Good,” the redhead continued, “because I’m not even sure I could get over there if I wanted to.”
A second later, there was a knock at the door.
“That must be the caterers,” I groaned and pulled myself to my feet.
I started to waddle toward the door, and I looked out to check on the status of the dance floor. The men were now in the final stages of installation. The floor was completely finished, and a tiny bandstand had been built for the live group we’d ordered. Tiny starlights now hung all across the top of the pergola.
This whole place was going to look classy as fuck when the party started.
“Hey, guys,” I turned around to address my friends, “we’ve only got a few more hours left before it’s showtime. I’m gonna go let the caterers in, then go up and change
into my tux.”
“What about us, Jacob?” Libidine asked innocently.
“You guys do what you do best,” I said with a wink. “Look sexy as fuck and charm the pants off of anybody who comes through.”
I headed off toward the door. It was time to get this party started.
Chapter 5
“After seeing what the girls’ outfits did to you and that pizza guy,” Todd explained as he adjusted his bowtie, “I can just imagine how wet all the chicks are gonna get when they see the Toddster in his tux.”
The two of us stood next to each other in front of the full-body mirror that was located in Quinn’s bedroom. The party was now a little under an hour away, and both of us were now putting the finishing touches on our “classy” attire.
“I’m really glad we were able to convince you to wear some clothes.” I chuckled as tossed on my jet-black jacket.
“Yeah, I’m not really one for fancy clothes and shit,” Todd explained, “but once I saw the little toddler tux in the box Cupi brought home, I couldn’t pass it up. Maybe this sweet outfit will be the difference between squirting some baby batter into some hottie’s hot oven or going home dry.”
“Maybe once you’ve mastered your transformation powers.” I shook my head and pushed the small black cufflinks through my sleeves. “Besides, I thought you were saving yourself for that redhead back in Kansas?”
“Bro,” Todd shot me finger guns, “you should know that the Toddster isn’t a ‘one-girl’ kinda imp. That sexy freckle-faced waitress is still the one for me, but I’ve got plenty of time before I need to think about settling down.”
“Settle down?” I laughed as I tied my polished black shoes. “You’re twenty-seven, Todd.”
“Yeah, but I’ve got it all planned out.” Todd stuck his hands out in front of his face to paint a picture. “I’m gonna have my fun for a while, master all my sweet-ass demon powers, kick some ass with my best friend Jakey, bang some chicks, travel the world. Then I’m gonna go back, find that sexy redhead, and we’ll run off together to start our own pot farm somewhere out west.”
“You’ve got it all figured out, huh?” I chuckled.
