Paris
France
JEAN-PIERRE VALOIS, FRANCE'S PRESIDENT, SITS in his Citroรซn C6 in the midst of a large parade as it travels down Avenue des Champs-รlysรฉes. Against the wishes of his advisors he pushed for the impromptu parade to be put on as a showing to the people that France would not be put in fear over the recent terrorist attacks.
Like the other countries that received threats of attacks from the New World Regime, the French government received a similar threat and just like the other countries perceived that threat as just that, a threat. Now though, the country is on high alert, but French President Valois refuses to run and hide, but rather remain out in the open as a symbol to his people.
Of course he has the guarantee from the American government should anything take place, his safety was guaranteed. In effect he had become the bait and at the same time a hero and for Jean-Pierre Valois, nothing topped the chance to become a hero.
The roar of the crowd outside the windows does nothing more but excite him as he waves them on. When he took on the position of presidency he guaranteed them something grand and now it was finally his chance. He smiles to himself and continues to waves enthusiastically.
*
ERRIOS STANDS ATOP ONE OF THE highest buildings standing over Avenue des Champs-รlysรฉes watching the line of the parade as it passes below. She is dressed in the still tight fitting red dress she wore earlier in the morning when she killed Prime Minister Kocbek.
Her team was already set up throughout the city long before the parade even started. Plans had been made and her team put in place the moment President Valois issued the parade. Errios smiles to herself.
Humans are so easy to manipulate.
*
THREE HOURS EARLIER
President Valois looks up from his desk, his hands shaking. Fear and uncertainty was vastly spread across his face and so was shock.
"Who the fuck are you?" he asks with a thick accent. "How did you get in here?"
He begins to reach for a small button located under his desk that would alert his security detail just outside the door, but stop suddenly when the woman that was standing in front of him disappears and reappears behind him and catches his hand, forcibly.
She whispers softly in his ear, "That is something I wouldn't do if I were you."
"Wha? How?"
She chuckles softly. "You humans, always scared of the unknown and yet so curious at the same time."
"You're here to kill me," he states gaining a little bit of confidence in his voice. He fights hard against the shaking of his hands and his body until the demon forces him into his chair.
She rips out the button from the desk and walks around to the front of it before turning around to regard the man. "I can kill you if you would prefer, but I have another use for you."
"What do you need with me?" he stammers out.
"Your cooperation," she coos.
"I don't even know who you are. I can't help you unless I even know that," he answers looks noticeably around the room.
"Oh please Mr. President," Errios says. "If you are going to try and find a way to escape or get help at least make it not seem so obvious. Clearly you're not a very cunning man."
"Uh."
"I didn't think so. Maybe I have chosen the wrong person." She flexes her right hand and her fingernails slowly extent into long, sharp nails and starts moving toward him.
"Or maybe I am," he offers quickly.
"Really?" She stops and looks to the ceiling and taps a fingernail to her chin. "How does France feel about helping the New World Regime?"
Valois' chin drops. He goes speechless completely forgetting his fear. "I refuse to help you. I will not go down as a traitor to my country but a hero," he says standing up revealing a 9mm handgun.
Errios laughs. "What do you plan to do with that little human?"
Valois' grin changes into a frown. "That's right. Go ahead and shoot me. By the time your brain decides to fire a second shot I will have you heart in my hand and the first bullet will only feel like a scratch to me."
"You're bluffing," he says.
In a flash the demon closes the distance and presses herself up against Valois. The gun pulled from his hand. "Am I? You said you want to be a hero, then you can be a hero."
"How?" he asks now feeling a little intrigued against his better judgment.
"Contact the person in this information," she produces a flash card and places it on the desk, "and tell them you have information of a possible attack on a special parade you are holding this morning. Tell them what you have to about where it came from but do not tell them the truth."
"A parade? How can I get one set up that fast?"
"You're the president, you can figure it out," she says with a smile.
"I think I can arrange something," he assures her.
"Where will the parade end?"
"Place de la Concorde. I'll set it up along the same route as the Bastille Day Military Parade."
"Excellent," she says smiling.
"What guarantee do I have that I'll live through all this?" he asks taking in a deep gulp of air.
"I can only guarantee as long as you get out when the fighting starts you won't be killed. If you give me what I want now, I won't come back to kill you."
"What do you mean?"
Errios' hand slips down to grip his cock through his pants. With her free hand she pushes him back down into the chair. Before Valois has the time to object the demon has his pants unzipped and pulled down to his knees and his cock fully exposed. Within seconds the man's cock hardens as she locks her eyes with his. Then she lowers her head slowly toward his hard cock. She purses her lips together and slowly runs them over the head of his cock, taking it into her mouth briefly and then letting it slip out. She stretches her tongue out and with the tip of it she strokes the tiny hole of his cock. With her right hand, she begins to give it long soft strokes up and down from the base all the way to the top of the head.
She extends her tongue once more to run it along the bottom of his mushroom head and flicks it across gently, spending much time there licking and stroking this particular spot.
A low moan slowly escapes the Presidents lips.
Holding his cock toward herself, she turns her head to the side and begins to run her tongue down the length of his hard shaft. She repeats the strokes quickly and lightly then moves to slower and heavier strokes.