She'd scored tonight, his name was James, tall, muscular, light stubble, but most of all, he was a painter. See... Josie was pansexual, and no, nothing to do with kitchens, it simply meant she was attracted to the individual, without the reliance on what was in their pants, which is what lead to her steamy make-out session with an aspiring painter. She'd seen his work hanging in her favourite coffee shop, that she stopped at on her way to college and it just so happened he was dropping off new work as she popped in for a latte. Now, Josie was a smart woman, at 23, she was studying psychology and knew just how to speak to people in order to get them to open up. This had led to her bringing random people home as regularly as she wanted too, much to the amusement of her housemate, Charlie.
So here we are, Josie's bra flung across the room, wearing nothing but a pair of frilly panties, while trying to suck as much of James tongue into her mouth as she can. They stood, face to face, in her bedroom, oblivious to the world around them. James wrapped his arms around her, lifting her off the ground and suckling on her pert breasts. Josie moaned in delight, feeling little electric sparks shoot through her nipples as he suckled, she moaned again as he dropped her onto her bed. But as he climbed on top of her, she stopped him.
"Condom, now," she said quickly.
"I... Ah... I don't have any..."
"Shit... One sec."
Josie gave a quick wink, before sliding over, and opening one of her side table drawers. Rummaging around, she found what she was looking for, pulling out the box with a grin, her face fell when she saw it was empty.
"Shit... I'm out too..."
"Well... We could... Ah..."
"Not without a condom," Josie frowned, "sorry, them's the rules."
James thought about it a moment, before shrugging, he reached out, grabbing her leg and pulled her close, listening to her giggle as he kissed her again. She let him continue, enjoying his affection regardless of the fact sex was off the table... That was until she felt something prod between her legs. A quick glance down told her he was trying anyway, his cock already out, and he in the process of trying to pull her underwear aside.
"HEY!" she snapped, "I said no!"
"Awww, c'mon baby, just this once." James tried to pout, but something in his eyes made her suddenly feel uneasy.
"I think you should leave"
She watched his expression carefully, watching him think about his next move... It's not something that should be thought about...
"Get out, now." Josie said calmly, pulling away from him, covering her breasts and trying to pull her legs closed.
This must have upset him, he suddenly growled, throwing himself on her, forcing his tongue into her mouth, Josie's eyes wide with shock, she wasn't sure she could fight him off.
CRACK
James' head snapped up, spotting a sudden crack in the wall behind the bed, a second crack showed it lengthen two thirds up the wall, accompanied by the sound of shrieking wood. He sat stunned, atop Josie, staring at the crack, when a large black bubble, similar to thick ink, oozed out of the top. He watched in horror as the bubble burst, sending out tiny black droplets, most ended up on the bed, a couple on Josie and the rest smeared down the wall. James looked at it in disgust as more black liquid started oozing from the crack.
That's when he noticed, it wasn't just one crack, they were everywhere, all the walls, even on the ceiling, the black liquid was thick, and oozing from every smooth surface. The bed shifted as the floor began to cave, James leapt away, standing in the centre of the room, Josie sat herself up and could now see he wasn't all that spectacular a specimen, lacking on both the length and the girth. The walls lurched, she watched as the doorway crumpled slightly, the large cracks began to open more. Thick black liquid was pouring in now. James watched in horror, seeing it suddenly rise up on it's own, before quickly pulling Josie back onto the bed, his face going white as he listened to her scream, thrashing about, he almost wet himself, when he heard it, in the tone like a whisper, but as loud as a jet engine.
"GET... OUT!!"
He didn't need any further warning, he left his phone, wallet and clothing as he proceeded to barge his way out of the room, stumbling down the stairs and running, screaming hysterically as he went, down the driveway. Josie however was still screaming, rolling around, the feeling of hundreds of little fingers running up and down her ribs... She hated being tickled...
"STOP CHARLIE!!" She screamed
The fingers stilled for a moment, before starting up again, sending Josie back into hysterics.
"I swear to god if you don't stop, I'll paint the kitchen fuchsia!"
The tickling stopped as there was a loud gasp, "YOU WOULDN'T DARE!"
"Try me!"
"I... Fine... Bitch," Charlie laughed, "don't you dare touch my kitchen, it's where I store your sex toys."
"For fucks sake Charlie, for the last time, I DO NOT FUCK PANS!"
Josie grabbed her pillow now, beating on the black fluid as it quickly shot back into the walls. She watched in amusement as the cracks sealed up and the room straightened itself again.
"Charlie?"
"Yeah?"
"Thank you..."
"You really know how to pick em... You should go back to the ladies, they at least know how to treat a lady."
Josie blushed, "ladies make me nervous, men are easy..."
"Whatever you say, I'm going to go back to boiling a bunny"
"What?"
"Oh, that reminds me, is the big pot your favourite?"
Josie screamed again, throwing her pillows at the wall in a fit of mock rage, listening to Charlie's laughter as it left the room,
God damn house spirit...