by Randi Darren
Irma’s lower lip shot out and began to tremble. She shook her head slowly back and forth, her eyes starting to water up.
“Looks like you should probably start making amends for that. I recommend flowers. They’re a very good substitute, since you’re taking the flower’s life force as an offering,” Sam said. “Or if you want, we could see about banking enough Essence away over time for you to speak with her for a short period. Wouldn’t be too hard.”
Irma started to cry as she nodded her head, tears falling freely from her eyes. “That’s possible?”
“Course,” Sam said with a shrug. Looking at Irma, he realized this was an opportunity to help bring her in closer to him with something she’d asked for.
Intimacy.
Sitting up, Sam wrapped an arm around Irma’s shoulders and pulled her into his side. “She’s just on a spirit plane. Not even that hard to get to if you know the way. And I do. It’d probably cost a hefty chunk of Essence, but nothing terrible.”
Sniffling, Irma turned her head into Sam’s shoulder and fell quiet.
Suddenly, explosively, a portal opened up in front of Sam. It was a summoning portal.
“Looks like Abby pulled through,” Sam said, not releasing Irma. He realized Irma was in a spot where she might need more comfort. Against his better judgment, he offered something he didn’t think he would. “Do you want me to decline it? I can stay with you.”
Shaking her head and lifting it from his shoulder, Irma sniffled and rubbed at her eyes quickly. “No. I could use a moment alone anyways. I need to figure out how I can buy enough flowers to make up for this. Call me later when you’re done getting the contract together, Sammy?”
“Sure, no worries,” Sam said. Standing up, he made sure his wings visible were visible. He’d learned a long time ago that having the wings lended to his credibility. Turning around, he leaned down and kissed Irma tenderly. Patting her cheek.
“I’ll call you as often as I can,” he said.
“Okay. You better,” she said with a light laugh.
Sam nodded his head, then turned back to the purple oval.
Stepping through the spinning portal, Sam walked into another run-down and dreary-looking apartment.
What in the high hells did this plane do to their children?
Are they all living on little more than a pittance?
Sitting on a couch was a very naked young woman. To Sam’s eyes, she looked distinctly as if she were of Latin decent, with black hair and light brown eyes.
She was cute enough that he imagined she probably should be in a relationship.
“You’re… you’re the Incubus, right?” asked the woman. “Sam. Abigail said you’d come if I did it. I didn’t believe her.”
“And yet, here I am. I am indeed Sam, and Abigail is indeed a client of mine,” Sam said. Walking over to where the young woman sat, Sam folded his hands behind his back and waited. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”
“I’m drowning in debt,” the woman said, then started to laugh softly. “I’m beyond drowning in debt. I’m going to get kicked out of my apartment if I don’t pay my rent tomorrow.”
“I see,” Sam said. Nodding his head, he waited. He couldn’t lead them in these things. “How would you like to handle it?”
“Uhm. Pay my rent? Or a better job? Something. I need… something,” said the woman, her eyes drifting to the ground. She looked beyond defeated.
“Well, it sounds like the immediate concern is your rent,” Sam offered.
“Can I contract you for multiple things?” asked the woman, looking up to him again. “Summon you again once I need something else?”
“Of course, though I should warn you—even summoning me will take a month of your life away. Abigail did tell you that, right?” Sam asked.
“She did,” said the woman. “Okay. Rent first. I want you to solve my rent.”
“Great. Since it’s due tomorrow, how would you like it solved?” Sam asked.
“Pay it for me,” said the woman. “Or give me the money to pay it.”
“As this is rather sudden, and I have no way to change the stakes, I’ll have to utilize resources rather than alter your life as it were. How much is your rent?”
“Eight hundred a month,” mumbled the woman. “I can’t even pay that. I couldn’t even buy gas two days ago. I had to ask my mom for money and she… she lost it. And… and I…”
“I understand,” Sam said gently, breaking into her speech. “I’ll get your rent squared away. I assume you owe back-rent?”
“Sixteen hundred,” said the woman.
“In other words, twenty-four hundred is what you owe your landlord? Is that right?” Sam asked.
The woman nodded her head slightly. “Yeah.”
“Alright. That’s not too terrible. As this is an emergency and we have no time, the cost to fix it will be two years of your life,” Sam said.
“Two years…?” the woman said, shaking her head and closing her eyes. “This can’t be happening.”
“I’m afraid that’s the price. Though… though maybe I can offer you a discount,” Sam said, thinking on Irma’s earlier request. “Give me a year and a half of your life, taken one day at a time rather than two years at once. Though you’ll need to leave this portal here until that year and a half is over. I can hide it from anyone else seeing it, so don’t worry about that.”
“Okay,” said the woman. “Okay. I can do that. Abby said you might… might lower the price a bit? For sex?”
Quirking his brows at that, Sam grinned. He did love sealing a contract with sex.
“I’d be willing to take two months off for that,” Sam said. “You don’t smell of virginity, so that’s the best I can offer.”
Sam didn’t judge, but a virgin’s first orgasm was always the best. He’d pay premium for that.
“Alright. I’m Gabriella, by the way,” said the woman.
“Hello Gabriella. Where would you like to conclude this contract?” Sam asked.
“Wherever. It doesn’t matter,” Gabriella said. Then she waved a hand at him to come closer. “Here is fine.”
Walking over to Gabriella, Sam looked down into her eyes.
She looked frustrated, angry, but determined.
It took a certain special type of mentality to be able to survive in the world. The world gave no breaks, offered no reprieves, and rarely stopped. He had the feeling he’d be hearing from Gabriella again soon enough.
There’d been a number of times in his life that a summoner had brought him back a second time.
Can’t eat pride, and if you’ve already done it once… more likely for the second.
Gabriella grabbed hold of Sam’s belt and undid it, pushing his pants and boxers down quickly.
Sam was rock hard and ready. It was practically pointing at her nose.
“Do I… do I get anything if I use my mouth first?” Gabriella asked, looking up at him.
“A day,” Sam said, feeling stingy. It wasn’t as if he got any more than pleasure out of it. He was mostly after her orgasm.
Gabriella stared at him and then shrugged her shoulders, visibly giving up.
Not waiting a second more, she grabbed him around the hilt and noisily slurped him up.
Her lips were tight on his shaft as she slid her mouth back and forth. She sucked hard on him, her hands pressed to his thighs as she rolled her neck.
She was actually rather good at giving head.
Watching Gabriella, Sam grinned when she looked back up at him. She worked him rather well as she gazed at him. Gliding smoothly along his girth, she kept him moving down her throat from hilt to tip and back again.
Inevitably, she slowed down and let him fall free of her lips. “Worth more than a day, maybe?”
Sam smiled at her, finding the way her mind worked intriguing. “Worth more, yes, but I’m not giving you more. You can continue if you like; it’s definitely enjoyable. Or we can move on.”
Gabriella clicked
her tongue and then got up and bent over, grabbing the top of her couch. “Do you need a condom?”
“No. Not for anything,” Sam said, grabbing hold of each side of her hips. Her skin was warm to the touch and soft. It’s light-brown coloring was beautiful.
Moving forward, he eased her hips to one side slightly, angling his tip into her. Entering her with an inch of himself, Sam moved closer to her and then pushed his hips forward, filling her up completely.
Gabriella groaned, her head dipping down.
Taking a firm hold on her, Sam reached out into her psyche. He immediately found she was a bit different with her sexual desires. Her needs were plain as day to him.
Reaching out, he grabbed the back of her head, his fingers curling into her hair. Taking a tight hold, he began to pull backward, forcing her back to arch.
“Ahhhhhh,” Gabriella moaned, her body locking up. “Just… ah… wh…”
Her voice trailed off as Sam pulled back out of her and then rammed forward into her roughly. His shaft forced her walls apart, and her whole body moved forward with the strength of it.
Gabriella liked it rough.
Very rough.
He could feel her entire body light up as he started working what she wanted.
With a loud slap, he smacked his hand against her ass, even as he pulled out and pounded her forward again.
“Ah!” Gabriella cried out, pushing back against him. She was panting already, her body quivering in his grasp.
Pulling back just a bit more on her hair, Sam got the impression he’d found the perfect amount of tension and began to ride her hard. Pounding into her with almost too much strength.
Almost.
Clawing at her internally with his mind, turning her nerves higher than humanly possible, and absolutely blasting her into the couch, Sam could feel Gabriella losing herself in it.
She wanted more.
Needed it.
Slapping her again on the rear end, Sam pulled her off balance and then pushed her down face first into the couch.
Gabriella stayed there moaning against the couch, her head bent backward and her back arched. Drilling down on her like he was trying to knock her flat, Sam held her up at the same time.
Gabriella was done after only a minute. Done and gone. Her orgasm was an outpouring of Essence that drenched him with its intensity.
Eating hungrily from her, Sam rammed a spike of Essence into her. It was a much sharper way to peak her orgasm than what he did to Irma or Hillary, who he could fill with Essence.
The sheer force and violence of the act on her made her psyche quiver. It sent her crashing into a second, heavier orgasm.
Even as she came, Sam demolished her, pounding her into the couch over and over. Whimpering and limp in his grasp, Gabriella was little more than a marionette without strings.
And she loved it.
When she was finally empty and there was nothing left to eat, Sam came abruptly. Pushing down hard into her, he filled her up.
Only when he felt done and spent did he stop. He pulled himself free of her slick entry and let her go.
Gabriella collapsed onto the couch, a quivering sweaty mess.
“Oh my god,” she whimpered. “That was amazing.”
“And you’re delicious. There’s something always satisfying in pleasing a woman’s darker nature,” Sam said, feeling quite happy. She’d been a marvelous meal. “Now, let’s go see about that rent.”
Pulling up his pants, Sam went off to find the apartment manager. He’d try to whammy them first. If that didn’t work, he’d resort to paying the rent with his salary.
He’d just made a hefty profit. Even if he was sharing some of the Life Essence with Abigail.
Ten - Gains-
Taking a moment to dismiss his wings, Sam did a check of himself.
He looked ready to glamour someone.
Thank the twisting nether Gabriella summoned me so early in the night.
Opening the door, Sam exited into the hallway and looked one way, then the other.
Identifying the stairwell, Sam walked down to the bottom floor. As far as he understood it, apartments either had offices, like his own apartment, or someone on the ground floor who worked as the apartment manager.
Hitting the ground floor, Sam kept his eyes open and checked each door placard as he went back. He wasn’t sure which kind of apartment complex this was yet, so he’d have to keep his eyes peeled.
Seeing nothing, Sam sighed and opened the door exiting the apartment building.
Immediately outside the door was a map on the wall.
“Ah, wonderful,” he said under his breath as he read the map. “And there we are. The office. And I’m in luck, they’re open rather late. Later than mine is, at least.”
Stuffing his hands in his pockets, Sam felt pretty good. Things were working out so far. He’d have to be on his guard for Jenaphila, but that wasn’t anything he hadn’t already counted on.
To be honest, I’m looking forward to the challenge. Though I don’t think Jena will survive this. She got lucky.
Very lucky.
And I was very stupid.
Grimacing at the thought, Sam shook his head and kept marching along toward the leasing office.
After opening the door, he stepped in and found himself in front of a rather grumpy-looking middle-aged man. He had wispy brown hair, which was definitely losing more ground by the minute, and weak blue eyes.
Glancing up, his face smoothed out rather quickly and he offered Sam a smile.
“Good evening, good evening. What can I do for you?” asked the man.
“You the apartment manager?” Sam asked, meeting his eyes and immediately clapping him in his charm.
The older man blinked, his face going slack.
“I’m the owner,” said the man.
“Oh? Huh. And what are you doing here? Doesn’t this seem like something someone else should be doing?” Sam asked.
“It was. He was skimming rent money,” said the man. “Fired him. Can’t tell who paid and who didn’t now. Going to have to hire someone to audit it all to figure it out.”
“Oh. How about Gabriella? Was her rent stolen?” Sam asked.
“The college girl,” said the man, a partial sneer curling his lip. “She just doesn’t pay. She’s due tomorrow, and if the deadbeat doesn’t pay then I’m calling the cops,” said the man.
“Huh. No, her rent was stolen. All of it. Even this month’s,” Sam said, pushing that thought firmly into place. “In fact, she might have overpaid. You’re not sure on that and won’t mention it to her or anyone else. But you’ll have it in the back of your mind.”
In case Gabriella needs another month’s rent, I can just collect from her and go.
“Her rent was stolen,” said the man, nodding his head, what little emotion he had blanking out completely. “Might have paid in advance, and that was stolen, too. Can’t tell anyone though.”
“Exactly right,” Sam said and started to turn away. “Oh, and… you’re hiring someone to audit your finances?”
“Yes,” said the man.
“How long would the job last?” Sam asked.
“Indefinitely. Auditor will be separate from the leasing manager,” said the man. “I need it separate so they can keep track of each other.”
“Huh. Have you hired anyone yet? And what’s the salary?”
“No. Trying to keep it cheap. Hopefully fifty thousand,” said the man.
“That’s awfully low for someone who would probably need a degree. Could you pay someone seventy?” Sam asked.
The man frowned, then nodded his head.
“I could. They’d need a degree,” said the man.
“You put out a Help Wanted ad in the paper yet?” Sam asked.
The man nodded.
“Alright. You look like the type of guy to have a copy of that paper lying around. Do you?”
The man nodded again.
“Get it for me,” Sam said.
Bending down at the waist, the man picked something up from his feet and then held it out to Sam.
It was today’s newspaper.
“Perfect. Thanks. Oh, and make sure you’re nice to Gabriella. She could probably get you in trouble if she found out your manager stole her money,” Sam said, pointing the paper at the man. “And don’t hire anyone yet. You might have a potential hire networked to you. Wait till tomorrow at least.”
“Wait till tomorrow. Might know someone,” said the man.
“Yep. See ya later,” Sam said, tucking the paper under his arm.
Chuckling to himself, he walked back to Gabriella’s apartment.
I wonder if I can get a bonus out of Abby if I get her a temporary job while she keeps applying for something else.
Mm. Part of me wants to eat her twice, but I should probably charge her a year of her life. Or two.
Decisions, decisions.
Opening the door to Gabriella’s apartment, Sam stepped back inside and closed the door. After locking both the deadbolt and handle, Sam looked to where he’d last seen Gabriella.
She was sitting up now, though still slunk low in her couch. And still quite naked.
“All done,” Sam said, walking over to her. “Your back-rent is paid up, and this month’s rent as well.”
Gabriella nodded at that, looking up at him.
“Might need to call you back in a month for next month’s rent, that or to get you to help me find a job,” Gabriella said. Some of the defeat he’d seen in her was gone, but there was still a certain amount of hopelessness.
The determination was also still there, though.
Sam didn’t reply immediately, thinking.
“How much do you owe?” Sam asked.
“Fifty grand. It isn’t as bad as Abby’s, but… still not good,” Gabriella said. “I just didn’t manage to get a job as good as hers. I’m… I’m a bookstore employee.”
Gabriella laughed softly, holding up her hands. “Am I a failure or what?”
“No… not a failure. The generation before you sold you a false bill of goods, then slighted you for doing what they said to,” Sam muttered. “It’s a sad state of affairs when the leading generation will blame the younger, even when they’re the ones who caused it.
