Chapter 4
Candy thrashed and bolted upright in her bed. She was freezing and felt disoriented, something was wrong. The sheets felt different, silk or satin, she wasn't used to that. She looked up at the mirror in the ceiling; She was naked and glistening, her skin was covered in a thin layer of sparkles. Collodi was sprawled out next to her, snoring, and dead to the world. She got out of bed and headed for a bathroom. She was naked but then she didn't mind that anymore. How long had nudity been normal. She always wore pajamas, or maybe this was something in her dream.
She left the room and padded lightly into the cold concrete hallway. The chill raised gooseflesh across her skin. The feeling was welcome. It enhanced the sultry nature of her adventures with Collodi, this secret place away from the world cold and rough and enchanting in the same breath. Further down the corridor she could see light. Candy followed the source until she reached an intersection. A single wrinkled bulb hung from a cord in the ceiling. Soft moaning drifted down the hallway to her ears. She grinned to herself and brushed a hand across her tummy. She was pulled by the sound.
Candy found herself in a warm and carpeted corridor. It was lined with heavy gothic doors. The sound of sex grew louder until she found its source. The sound was intoxicating. It reminded her of the last several nights and she could feel her arousal growing like the low growl of a panther, raising volume until it finally pounced. She grabbed the handle, it was smooth and warm to the touch, and her heart was beating a tattoo inside her chest. She pulled on the handle, the door slid open more easily than expected. Just a crack so she could see, she peered into the room.
Gauzy fabric hung from the ceiling, obscuring her vision but she could see a glint of sweaty flesh. A mocha colored thigh quivered just beyond the shrouds. She licked her lips, her mouth was dry she needed to see them, join them if they let her. Her body was groaning with desire but why did she hesitate? This was who she was now, a creature of lust. Courage was building in her spurred by the fire in her core. She pushed against the door.
Inside the room she padded lightly across the carpeted floor. She drew a gauze curtain to the side and slinked past. Tendrils of fabric caressed her bare skin, and the raw smell of incense hit her in soft waves. She could see both their forms clearly; the woman was on top facing her and all she could see of the pasty skinned man underneath were his hairy legs throbbing rhythmically to the woman's ministrations. She was a robust angel, her thick breasts swaying and bouncing with each thrust of her pelvis. Her face was torqued in a grimace of pleasure and her chocolate skin glistened from the candles surrounding the bed.
Candy parted the last curtain. She was in awe of the acts in front of her and Candy kneeled in worship, hypnotized by the scene. The woman lifted herself off of the man and swiveled herself round nibbling at his flesh as she slithered to his pelvis. She took his wet dick in her hands and licked around the balls and base of his cock. The man rose, and for the first time Candy saw his face. His head was bald and his body skinny but there was a virility in him that struck her as predatory. He ran his fingers through the woman's hair as she gorged herself on his penis.
He opened his glassy eyes and grinned when he saw Candy. Her first instinct was to run but the man just smiled. "We have a little voyeur."
The woman lifted her head to look, her expression was indifferent. She looked up to the man "Did you want her to join us, sir?"
The man groaned loudly and stretched back on the bed. "I don't know if I have the energy. Much as I've enjoyed your services Sadie, I think perhaps you two should play, let me be voyeur for a bit, hmm."
Sadie stood and held her hand out for Candy, Sadie's body was dripping sweat and other fluids. She exuded sex. Candy felt herself rising before she had even made a decision. Sadie attacked Candy with ferocity pulling her into an embrace. In return Candy pinned her mouth to Sadie's their tongues swirling together. Candy traced the curve of Sadie's ass with a fingernail while she stroked her smooth skin with her other hand. Sadie coaxed Candy to the bed; she flopped backwards uneasily. The man giggled as Candy dropped and absentmindedly stroked himself as the show went on. The black girl crawled on top of the white girl and pivoted dramatically till she faced the white girl's pussy. Whereas Sadie was animalistic as she began devouring Candy. Candy was more elegant in her approach. With Sadie's labia hovering inches from her face she delicately pulled the petals aside and swirled her tongue around the engorged clit. As their urgency increased so did the man's tempo. Both women moaned in between wet sucking sounds and the man whimpered lightly as he brought himself to climax.
"That was quite the display." The man said as Candy basked in an erotic haze.
"What is your name?"
"Candy." She sighed.
"I think next time I come you and I should have a little one on one." He tugged at her and she turned to him. Candy could feel her desire growing again as he looked at her, his deep eyes soaking in her form. "For now I think it's time you left so Sadie and I can finish our business together." She obediently stood up and started to leave when he spoke again.
"Thank Collodi for me, tell him I like these little bonuses," He waved her off as Sadie crawled across the bed and straddled him.
Sleepily she wandered back into the hall. A mammoth hand covered her mouth and a great hairy arm pinned her arms. She was swung hard around and pressed against the wall. Her eyes focused on her attacker, he was a brick made flesh. A thick beard covered his face and his hair obscured the rest. Candy could feel her nudity; she could feel his shrouded eyes scanning her nubile body. "You shouldn't have left Candy, I was worried." He spoke with a raspy voice but the words belonged to Collodi.
Confusion washed across her face. He removed his hand from her mouth, "Who are you?" She asked.
"When I couldn't find you I conscripted my bodyguard," The voice came from down the hall. She turned her head to see Collodi. "It seems you were so excited you couldn't hear my commands."
He approached and waved the guard off.
Adrenaline was swelling in Candy and her head was clearing "Where am I? What's going on? Why am I naked?"
Panic was rising in her. Collodi caressed her face and quietly whispered to her, "Hush now, you're safe here. Nothing is wrong. You are home Candy."
The name shot through her erasing any doubt or fear and she could feel herself melt into Collodi's embrace "I had to pee," she said meekly.
"It's okay," He stroked her hair and led her back down the hall.
* * *
It can't be real, Noami thought. She couldn't wrap her head around how her seemingly functional boyfriend could believe demons exist. She shook her head as she closed the journal and shoved it back in the drawer where she found it. She regretted opening the diary and as she moved to the next file she was questioning everything she knew about Key.
She pulled open the Primrose file. The files listed basic information about Morgan, her height, weight, eye color and hair color. There were a couple of recent photos of her. One of her standing in front of a large tree and the other a close up shot of her face. Key had made a scribbled list of Morgan's usual haunts which mostly consisted of her class schedule and a bar with a question mark behind it. She looked at her picture. The girl looked frazzled, pencils in her hair a pair of glasses hanging at the end of her nose as she tried to smile at the camera. The smile looked forced, her forehead was compressed in frustration and her eyes didn't join in the smile. Maybe she had just run away. Noami had overheard the conversation and recalled the suggestion. With her class schedule and photo in hand Noami was pulling a story together in her head of a girl fed up with her grind and in need of escape.
Noami left Key's office. Her pace was leisurely as she pondered Morgan. Not too long before Noami had been at school with maximum number of credit hours every semester, extracurricular activities, files collated, books straining her back. She hated it, every moment and she understood Morgan's plight and felt like she could help her as she stepped onto a bus. Noami was going to check out the bars, it had been decided back at the office and was becoming a more solid determination. She would order a drink and wait, watch for the girl and maybe get to the bottom of this before Key. No demons in this missing person case, just a girl trying to take a break, Noami was sure of it.
Noami didn't have much time before work but she did hit a couple of bars in the college area. She started out ordering a drink and asking the bartender if they had seen or heard of her. Two bars in she was feeling a buzz and decided to stop ordering drinks and ask. By the fifth bar she was becoming impatient and the clock seemed to be against her. Work was coming up fast.
She walked into work frustrated and defeated. Carla was already at the bar tying her apron around her waist and talking to Philip, the morning bartender. "I saw you over at Blakely's," Carla smiled at Noami as she got behind the bar. "You looking for shifts?"
"You work there?" Noami grumbled more then asked.
"No, I live across the street."
"I was looking for a girl named Morgan. She ditched school," Noami noted. Philip busied himself cutting fruit as Noami looked over her speed rail.
"Name doesn't ring a bell. You have a picture?" A lightbulb turned on in Noami's head as she looked at Carla. She was a student and close to the same age as Morgan. She pulled the photo from her jacket and tossed it on the bar in front of Carla. "Yeah. She goes to the OT on Thursday nights."
"Thank you. I'll check it out."
"No problem," Carla stepped away.
The shift moved quickly but Noami's thoughts kept drifting back to Key, Morgan, and the fucking demons. On her break she googled exorcism and saw some videos that suggested it was a form of hypnotherapy. The rationalization was strong in her and she decided that Key was doing some kind of unorthodox psychotherapy. Whether he believed in it or not was not the salient point in her mind, he was trying to help people. She finally had enough of swimming in her own head and decided over the course of three hours that whatever his motivations Key's good qualities outweighed his bad.
When Key got home he found Noami waiting for him outside. "I didn't expect to see you." He said as he leaned against the door frame.
She answered, "I remain skeptical, but overall you have been a sane and grounded influence in my life."
