"I'm glad you took up my invite, please come in."
Helena paused nervously at the oversized door which adorned elite properties like this. She wasn't sure she should be here, especially alone in the evening. It had all the classic cliches of what not to do written all over it, even a full moon glistening red in a cloudless sky. But, this was Brandon Spencer. She had spent the best part of a thousand coffee cups, late nights and eighteen months researching his rise from apparent old money nobody to the centre of big business and key player in what seemed like well everything. Brandon Spencer over the last three years had become connected to every major event from acquisitions and mergers through to the next boy band and social media stars. Now he'd noticed her, and given an opportunity to interview him. This could be it, the moment her journalist career took off. A momentary vision of a spacious office in a large comfortable house populated her cortex before reality flashed back in focus. She just had to play the next few hours perfectly.
"Thank you for inviting me, it was a little unexpected and out of the blue."
Helena had read and studied Brandon but had not really appreciated how tall and physically powerful he looked until she stood barely a metre from him. Authority radiated in his gaze and stance. She dismissed this for arrogance. She had a mission and was going to succeed. Awards don't win themselves.
"I felt it was time we formally met, you have been researching me for a while now. I thought it best to introduce myself and give you an opportunity to ask questions in person. Like I detailed in the invite, give you the insights into how I have become so influential. Also I wanted to correct what you got so very wrong."
Brandon Spencer stepped back and extended his arm. The statement was simple, come into my domain if you want to play. But the inference she had got things wrong, that bristled. She was thorough and diligent and didn't get things wrong. How fucking dare he echoed around her skull. She stepped into the impressive hallway and felt the door close to the outside world.
"This way please."
Brandon walked down an impressive hallway, decorated in a mix of old wood and modern furnishings. What caught her eye was not its extreme expense but the artwork. The theme was gothic romance. Scenes played out as she walked down the hall of voluptuous women being seduced by dark creatures who then had their way with them. Brandon didn't say too much as he escorted Helena to a room at the end of the hall, what appeared to be a reading room.
"What exactly do you think I made a mistake with?"
Brandon grinned like he knew the joke and she didnt.
"In here, is where I keep my most precious items. Books and antiquities I have collected. Also my diary."
Brandon led Helena into the reading room. The walls lined in leather books and the scent of old tobacco. More gothic artwork lined the walls including a very graphic oil painting of a demon ravishing a curvy women. Her expression is one of fear and ecstasy. In the centre of the room, framed by circular wooden flooring, was a small table and a single chair.
"At the desk is my diary, where I put my most precious thoughts. It is here you will find my secrets. Those that give me influence and power. If you want to know me, then sit and sift through the pages".
Helena felt unsure, she felt her nerves tingle. Commoncence said leave this room right now. But she was intrigued as well as frightened, almost like the women in the painting. Was this part of a show to bend her writing so he could control her article? Where is this going?
Helena sat upright on the single chair, she was not going to let him dominate the situation. Brandon gave a respectful distance but started to walk around the room silently. Helena didn't notice, but he picked up a matchbox and had started to light candles in a circle around the table.
With trepidation Helena opened the leather backed diary, the scent of the candles warmed the air. She felt her core tighten and her body became a heat sink as her heart pounded.
The first page of Brandon's diary showed him smiling and holding up an old book and some relics. No words, just an image. The next page showed him dancing naked with what looked like a cosplay monster and demon party. Next Brandon was holding a giant monster cock with a look of fear. Still no written words, just a photo journal. Then as she turned the pages she saw famous business leaders, movie stars, pop idols and politicians all naked, all having sex with Brandon. His cock inside their mouths, their asses, or their pussys. Both genders, all being fucked by Brandon and their faces staring at the camera with the same look of ecstasy and fear.
Brandon could feel Helena twitch subconsciously. Her focus on the journal and not on him. He felt fidgety, couldn't wait till she got to the last pages.
Helena turned the next page and saw her editor, Christine. The photo had the mid fifties editor on her knees, eyes rolling into the back of her head, breasts exposed with what looked like bite marks on them. Christine's lips wrapped around Brandon's cock, semen flowing down her chin and dipping onto her exposed breasts. It had to be fake, an AI or something, didn't it? A look of panic spread over Helena. The cliches had delivered on their warning.
"Ah Christine, she told me all about you and your article. Your fascination with me. Well what can I say, I become intrigued about you after finding out how hard you researched me. Turn to the next page Helena."
Helena felt the cold panic grip as she turned the page. A photo of her hand down her knickers, clearly rubbing her clit as she read a novel about ice monsters fucking and enslaving women.
Helena kicked the chair back and stood trembling. "How fucking dare you!"
She went to throw the diary at him.
"Stop where you are" his voice commanded with an authority she felt and her body betrayed her physical intent.
Helena stopped half way through throwing his diary, arm back like a baseball pitch. Not frozen, but for some reason she had to obey.
"As I researched you Helena, I discovered a few things too. I found out you fantasise about things dark and monsterous. You rub your slit and cum thinking about demons taking your body and fucking you senseless like no human cock can. Which as it turns out is a shared fantasy we have."
"Put my diary down, then stand in the centre of the candles."
Helena placed the diary as instructed and with panic in her eyes stepped into the centre of the candles.
"Take your top off and show me your breasts."
