Kate
This bitch is fake! Eww. Her tits and ass are too big. What the fuck does David see in her?
Scarlet’s short, fat, body and shit-colored hair and eyes have nothing on my 5’11 thin-framed bod, flawless skin, and naturally blondee hair. Fuck. I miss my menacing, jade-colored eyes.
I roll Scarlet’s shit-colored eyes at my newly acquired reflection. It dawns on me that this is my second chance. Now I’ll have David—he’ll be all mine, forever.
A gleeful giggle escapes my mouth. In a rush, I dress myself, then find what I need to leave David’s house: keys, a purse, and cellular phone.
After I’ve stepped outside, I twist the bottom lock, slam the door, then strut toward Scarlet’s car. Ha. It’s my car now. This body and everything that’s Scarlet’s is now mine.
I race toward David’s practice and find a parking spot near the entrance. My milkshake walk has everyone turning my way. With swagger, I step into David’s facility—like I own the damn place. Several nobodies that are as ugly as Quasimodo stare at me while I give them the finger. I make it into the elevator right before the doors seal.
Scarlet’s reflection from the metal elevator doors causes a triumphant smirk to form. I won, bitch. I told you you’d be my whore.
The elevator doors slide open, so I step into the desolate hallway. Once I’ve located David’s office, I barge in and make myself comfortable. Ten minutes pass before David finally ventures to his office. I sit silently as he walks by me; he’s deep in thought and fails to notice me. Fucking prick.
“Fuck, Scarlet. When did you get here?” he shrieks as he misses his chair and falls on his ass.
“Oh, babe. You all right?” I question as I rush to his aid.
“Yeah,” he whispers as he gazes into my eyes.
“What’s wrong, Davey-Pooh? Should I have stayed home?” I ask as I twirl a strand of hair through my fingers.
“Davey-Pooh? You’re being odd…” he says before he takes his seat. He checks his cell then scoots his chair forward.
I clear my throat, then say, “I thought you could…take me to lunch, babe.” I pout as my head tilts to my right. I lay it on thick and bat my lashes at him.
“Today isn’t the best day, Scarlet. I have consecutive appointments and two possible deliveries in the next twenty-four hours,” he huffs out then stares at me in annoyance before he places his muscular elbows onto his desk. His manly fingers comb through his ebony-colored hair, and I feel as if I might just lose it right here. Oh, Kate, it has been much too long.
Without thinking, I bite Scarlet’s—no, my lower lip. “You look stressed, baby. Let me help you.” I stalk toward him. Our gazes are intense; we never disconnect—not even to blink. I push his chair out. He protests, but in one desperate movement, I unleash my hunger and slobber all over his dick. With each bob on his knob, his dick hardens under my control.
“Scarlet,” he moans, before he pushes my head down.
I’m Kate, ya prick! It takes all of me to fight the urge to correct him.
I slide my lips off of him to massage his hard-as-a-brick cock and then assault his dick with my throat. My throat constricts as his tip jolts against my tonsils. David’s hands shake as they frantically comb through my hair. I feel the veins of his ready to burst cock pulsate in my mouth.
“Scarlet!” he screams as he plunges his dick deep into my throat. His cream fills my mouth before he wilts into his chair. As I submerge to stand, some dumb-fuck rushes into David’s office.
“Dr. Jensen?” A young, too-cute-to-work-around-my-man, dumb bitch stands in awe as she takes in the scene I created. I glare as I cross my arms over my chest. I smirk as I purposely wipe my lips then lick the excess cum off of my thumb.
“Can I help you?” I snap as I take a seat on David’s desk. I glance down at his lap where he fumbles to conceal his satisfied dick.
“Yes, Ivy?” David’s voice shakes as he manages to sit up.
“I…I just.” Ivy coughs, then continues, “I just wanted to check in on you.” Ivy stares at David for much longer than she should.
“As you can see, David’s great. He’ll have to attend to patients soon. So, please leave so I can enjoy my time with my man,” I state as I charge toward her. I push her out of David’s office, and with pleasure, slam the door in her face.
“Scarlet, that was rude,” David scolds with a glare. I shrug then stalk in his direction.
“Do you have time for round two? I’m all hot and ready for you, baby.” I lock my eyes with his, nibbling at my right index finger as I glide my left hand from my breast down to my hot and ready center. I rub at the thin material that separates my fingers from my twat.
His jaw drops open in awe. “What the fuck’s gotten into you?” he whispers.
Take it easy, Kate. Don’t fuck this shit up!
I let out a sigh then pout as I slink onto his desk.
“It’s just…sucking your cock has me so hot and ready for you, baby.” I slide my foot out of my boot then rub my toes against his pants until I find his balls. He bites his lower lip and stands to press his hardening cock against the thin layer of fabric that separates us. His hands frantically rush under my sweater to caress my skin as his lips ignite against my neck.
“So…you want this?” he taunts as he thrusts his tip against my twat.
“Mmm…you know I do,” I respond as I grab his ass to pull him closer against me.
“You’ll have to wait until tonight.” His gravelly whisper flushes against my tense skin. My nipples harden to the point of agony as my damp center drenches the fabric that sticks to his tip.
He pulls away from me then checks his cell. “Scarlet, you know I’d bang you like a drum, and I’m thankful for your visit, but we’ll have to continue at home,” he states before he adjusts his white coat. I slink off of the desk as a pout wrinkles my lips. David gives my cheek a kiss.
“Ciao for now, love,” I say before I close his office door.
Fuck! I need an easy, hard, and fast fuck!
He was mine before Scarlet ever had a chance to fuck him, however. David turning me down is exactly why I had to cheat on him with anyone that came my way. Every time I’d give David the best blow job I could, he’d leave me hot and soaked. It’s not fair to be left wet and waiting.
As I descend from the third floor, the second-floor elevator doors open to a massive, steaming hot sexiness.
“What’s up?” His deep voice causes a gush to rush from my cunt. And, of course, I ache for a quick fuck.
“Hi,” I respond as I fight the urge to tear at his clothes then ride his face as I plunge him deep into my throat.
“Do you work here?” His small talk is making things worse. My eyes are fixated on his body. I don’t find Scarlet attractive in the slightest, but it’s obvious men do.
“I’m headed to my car to rub one out since my boyfriend is too busy to fuck me,” I state as my fingers stick to the fabric that barely conceals my covered lips.
The sexy stranger’s eyes grow wide as his mouth drops open. I give him a suggestive eyebrow wiggle. He leaps to push the elevator stop button before it flings open.
I don’t bother to object and moan in satisfaction as he presses me against the chilly elevator wall.
“Remove those pants before I rip them off,” he orders.
Mmm…Kate likes.
My legs are bare and my hot, drenched clam is ready. In one swift jerk he whips out his stiff cock then shoves deep into me. He grunts as he plunges his moan-worthy stiffness in and out of me as I thrust in response. He fills every inch of my center as he violently bangs me against the icy elevator wall.
“You like it like this?” he growls into my ear.
“Yes,” I squeal, before his rhythm becomes animalist. I claw at his skin as he groans louder. Suddenly, he pushes off of me to release his cream into a nearby corner. I dress my bottom half while he composes himself.
“What’s your name?” he questions as he fidgets wi
th his name tag.
“Kate,” I answer without thinking.
“Kate. I’m Jonah. It’s nice to bang you.” He cups my twat as he places a card into my hand. “Call me,” he says right as the elevator doors slide open. Without a second glance back, he steps out onto the first floor.
Inner-Scarlet’s screams fill my mind as I step out of the elevator. Without saying a word to anyone, I swagger walk to Scarlet’s car.
David
My mind is elsewhere as I drift from one appointment to the next. Scarlet’s lips were so unfamiliar around my cock. I’m relaxed but confused by what possessed her to come see me.
“What’s up, Dr. Jensen?” a male voice hollers from down the hallway.
“Sup, brah?” I respond as I enter my office.
“Brah, I just banged a hottie—in the elevator,” Jonah brags as he follows me into my office. He’s an intern that has yet to decide what direction he’d like to take his career. At his interview, his response to why gynecology as an interest was, “To become the greatest pussy master.”
Once we laughed, he clarified that his joke was nothing but an ice-breaker and that he hails from generations of OBGYNS.
Jonah freezes when he approaches my desk. “That’s your girlfriend, brah?” he utters as he slumps into the chair that faces my desk.
“Yeah, why?” I respond, before I grab the photo that has him in a fixated daze. “Isn’t she lovely?” I sit in my chair to admire the photo from my center’s opening. Scarlet’s cum face flashes in my mind.
Jonah scatters out of his seat as says, “I forgot to lock my car. See ya, brah!”
In a flash he leaves my office. Dafuq?
After hours of healthy patient reports, I give myself an imaginary high-five before I shut down my laptop. Scarlet’s wet lips around my dick flash in my mind. She’s gotten so much better at oral. I stop to adjust my cock before I leave my office.
Once the elevator dings for the bottom floor, I’m greeted by a silent first level. It’s 6 PM and most of the staff has left for the day. As I reach the center’s doors, I hear my name and turn to see Ivy prancing in my direction.
“Why are you still here?” I scold before she stops fast just a few feet from me.
“I…I was told you were still working. I…”
I interrupt her, “Ivy, I believe it’s best that you focus on your job responsibilities and less on my work hours.” I grip my suitcase handle then do an about-face before I wish her a good evening. The moment I’m seated in my car, I slam the door and toss my briefcase onto the passenger seat. Mindlessly, I start my Fiskar Karma, then join Naples evening traffic.
Dusk has faded as the evening sky unfolds around me. I park, shut off my car, and step out as I take in my home’s appearance. All the blinds are drawn up, but my home is pitch-black. An itch forms in my throat as I hear my loafers stride toward my front door. I attempt to unlock the door, but become hesitant when, without effort, the door creaks open.
“Scarlet?” I call as I glance back to assure that her car was indeed parked next to mine. I cautiously step indoors, then lock the door behind me. A glass tumbler could drop and shatter and it’d echo within my eerily-silent home. With each step toward my bedroom door, my skin tightens in defense as an unnerving, frantic chant increases in volume. The barely-open bedroom door creaks open as I push my way inside.
The bathroom light illuminates a portion of the room. With each step, tachycardia chokes at my throat. Call the police, don’t be a hero.
My heart plummets, and I begin to recoil as I take in the origins from the unrecognizable chant.
“She’s inside of me. She’s possessing me. Get her out of my head,” Scarlet shrieks before she lunges—claws first—to attack me. I shift to the side as her naked body thuds onto the bathroom tile. My eyes fixate on the multitude of scratches that blaze from her skin. She struggles until she’s able to stand again. Scarlet faces me, her arms hanging stiff at her sides. Her stare is dead and unrecognizable. My heart twists into a knot as the bathroom light highlights her horrific abrasions.
Again, she leaps to attack me as she screams, “She. Is. In. Me.”
In a defensive move, I shift out of her way. She’s unaware and slips on the bathroom mat, crashing into the tub. Scarlet stiffens as her breath becomes shallow. Bile churns in my gut while my heart rate escalates and booms in my ears. I take cautious steps toward her but freeze when her limbs jerk. Without a word, I dash out of the bathroom, slam the door behind me, then rush frantically searching for my cellular phone.
My briefcase comes into my line of vision. I race toward my bag to dig for my cell. My hands tremble as I dial 911. An emergency dispatcher answers on the second ring. Before she can say her memorized lines, I blurt out, “Please, send an ambulance. My fiancé is suffering from what I believe to be psychotic emergency. Please. Hurry.”
The emergency dispatcher urges that I take a breath and then provide my address. It’s as if I had held my breath since I walked through my front door, and a deep exhale shoots from my lips and nostrils. In an instant, I begin to relax. With clarity, I recite my address. Almost fifteen minutes pass before the EMTs bang at the front door. In an absentminded manner, I let them in and lead them to Scarlet’s location. They question what occurred, so without missing a detail, I reveal what I came home to.
Scarlet convulses as she growls in a demonic tone, “She’s in meee. She’s in my head.” Tears stream down her face as an EMT restrains and sedates her. My chest constricts as my beloved’s rage recesses before she topples onto the bathroom floor.
The two male EMTs and I gape as we observe the bright lashes that gleam from Scarlet’s bare skin. Someone says something, but his voice drones at a strange distance. I nod in agreement when he informs that he will return with a gurney.
The moment Scarlet is inserted into the ambulance, an EMT questions if I’m able to drive. I shake my head before he gestures for me to take a seat next to Scarlet’s head. Time slugs on as I witness an EMT obtains Scarlet’s vitals.
At the moment, Scarlet is stabilized. Not a wrinkle creases her face as she lies motionless. Her breaths are weak, and she appears to be in a deep sleep. My energized defenses have finally calmed the fuck down. The EMT probes in question to what induced Scarlet’s psychotic rage, but my mind is absent, and I’m unable to offer an answer. My ignorance to Scarlet’s prognosis leads me to shrug my shoulders. He rolls his eyes and returns to his work.
Scarlet’s rage-filled, bloodshot eyes glare in my mind. I fear that this time she’s plunged into the dark nothing and will never return. My attention clicks to the present. Without encouragement, I shatter the silence and offer Scarlet’s traumatic brain injury as a possible cause to her psychotic crisis.
“How long ago was that?” He’s frantic as he jots down my revelation.
My response is a meek, “Mid-October.”
The sirens continue to facilitate our travels. Without warning, the ambulance halts. Next, footsteps patter toward the backdoors. A gust of cold air fills the ambulance as the EMTs follow protocol to admit Scarlet.
Later, while I drift in and out of the moment, a group of medics discuss Scarlet’s prognosis. Uncertainty rekindles my rejections of this moment. This isn’t real; it’s all just a nightmare.
“Are you her next of kin?” A short pudgy nurse snaps her fingers in my face. As if I were stuck in sap, I drift my attention from my hands to her North Naples nametag, then finally settle my attention on her face.
I clear my throat, then say, “Yes, I’m…Scarlet’s fiancé.”
My mind focalizes on a disturbed version of myself, and I’m weakened by my mental screams.
Scarlet
It all occurred too quickly. One moment, I’m showering and the next—Kate’s demonic soul overpowered my vessel. For a while, my subconscious fell dormant; I became a spectator to her criticism of my appearance.
Disgust built within me as I cringed while Kate sang the entire drive to David’s fac
ility. But the worst was when she used my body to quench her hunger for another.
While Kate’s soul possessed my vessel, I became a hostage within my mental prison. Eventually, my inner-self surrendered, until Kate decided to call that man she used my body for. That bitch thought that she would cheat—on David—in our home. No.
An unimaginable fury built to the point of exploding. I harnessed all the mental strength I could collect and broke free of Kate’s demonic possession. However, my efforts were useless. Her soul dug deeper into my subconscious. I felt her darkness penetrate every crevice of my being. I fought back, but failed to release her.
I refused to lose control of my vessel.
As I stared at the bathroom mirror, Kate’s crimson reflection glared back at me. The corners of her mouth lifted into the sinister smirk that I’ve learned to loath.
“Fuck you. Leave. Leave. My. Body. Now,” I yelled in vain. Again, her spirit launched from the mirror and then into my body. I held my own and fought to surrender to her further possession, but she was stronger.
Agonizing screams escaped my mouth as her insanity surmounted me. I fought and fought, and when I felt as if I had no fury left, my subconscious finally won. I managed to subdue and deter her possession. But, she was in there—a relentless parasite that had taken an abysmal desire to fill me with her malevolence.
“She’s inside of me,” I pleaded with my reflection as Kate’s possession induced my whirlwind insanity. I watched in horror as my fingernails lashed at every inch of my skin while Kate’s malicious laughs ricocheted in my mind.
I became a puppet-like spectator as David shifted from my involuntary attacks. My incoherent words howled from within me, but no one could save me. I’m too far gone now. My soul ached in distress as I viewed David fling himself away from me. The terror that contorted his face brought tears to my eyes. I became the parasite while Kate ruled my vessel.
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