You ever wake up and feel totally rested and like, super energetic? Okay, so pretend you know what that feels like. That was me when I shot up in bed, like I had just been hit with all of the adrenaline. I was so full of energy that I didn't know what to do with it.
It took me a second to calm down and remember where I was. I was naked in a bed of soft silken sheets. It wasn't the bed Marcella and I were fucking on last night, judging by the decorum and the size of the bed, this was her personal bedroom. The heavy curtains in the room, (likely set to some automated thing), slowly rolled themselves up as I got up out of bed, leaving the soft white curtains beneath that let the sunlight in. We were on the top floor of the tallest building in the city, for a moment I envied demons with wings who got to see stuff like this all the time.
I let myself stare at the city below for a few more moments before stepping away. I found my clothes folded neatly at the foot of the bed. My bag set beside them but what really caught my eye was the stack of cash set nearby. A quick count told me it was four hundred dollars. It was her way of compensating me for taking me away from work for the night.
I stuffed the cash into my bag and got dressed. I could tell my clothes had been washed as I slipped them on. They were still warm from the dryer. I checked my phone, it was just past eight and I saw I had a notification. A Snapchat message from Marie, one of my regulars. It was a picture of her, laying upside down on what looked like a hotel bed, a really fancy one. Her long dark hair hanging down out of the frame. Her pale skin was made to look even paler by the light from her phone that took the picture. But my eyes were drawn to the shape of her body. She was in her underwear and the picture was more to get her tits in the frame than anything. The caption read: [You free tonight? I'm in town.]
I took a quick selfie in front of the window that showed off the skyline. [I can switch shifts with someone] I added to the image.
It took her a few moments to respond with: [Where are you!?]
[Boss' place, don't tell though] I added a cute little "shh" emoji
[lol] was her response, [same amount?]
[Sure thing, sweetheart.] I told her.
She sent me the address and the room number and I already knew where she was at. The Woodham was the biggest, and most expensive hotel in the city. You seriously had to be loaded to stay there. Marie was that musician I mentioned last time, her band, Blood Harvest, was getting to be super popular in the metal scene and they had just finished their first tour in Europe.
Their gimmick was that the band consisted entirely of vampires, except it wasn't a gimmick, they really were vampires. But if anyone asked, they were just really dedicated to the image. Unlike demons, vampires were still hidden to the world. Their numbers were much smaller than the demon population and didn't want to face further persecution. They already had the occasional Reaper to deal with as it was.
I tucked my phone away and left the bedroom, I could hear someone in the kitchen and smelled food cooking. I followed it and found Marcella, in her human guise, wearing a skimpy silk robe that barely covered anything. She hummed a tune to herself as she flipped pancakes. I'd have been mistaken for forgetting this was the same woman who fucked my brains out the night prior.
"Good morning, little one," She said without turning around.
"M-morning," I stammered, suddenly nervous at her attention. Like knowing a shark was in the water.
There was a bar-like countertop that separated the kitchen from the rest of the apartment. Marcella turned and set a plate down on the counter, pancakes and bacon making my mouth water. "Come, have something to eat before you go," she said, I didn't have to be told twice. I sat and started eating.
Marcella was usually like this after my 'reviews'. If I had to guess, maybe leftover motherly instincts that she didn't know what to do with. My eyes were met with a family picture that sat just to the side of the counter, almost to confirm my thoughts.
Aside from Marcella there were four others in the picture. Tiamat was the oldest, a gorgeous woman with bright red hair. She's the only one I've actually met personally. She was a model and worked for Marcell's more 'legitimate' fashion agency. Next to her was a young man with grey hair. He seemed kinda grumpy, only putting up with the picture. Salvomir, kind of the black sheep of the family. He and Marcella didn't exactly get along and one day he just disappeared, no one's seen or heard of him since.
Next was a blonde woman, she wore a green dress and sat very daintily. She had a serene expression on her face and had her eyes closed. Even without my connection to Marcella, I'd know who this was. Jolie was an artist, a very famous one at that. Especially considering she was blind, yet produced incredibly colorful paintings of landscapes that she can't actually see. In interviews she's said she "feels" the colors speaking to her, guiding her brushstrokes.
The last was a young-ish looking girl, (maybe twenty at best), she seemed like she could barely be contained within the frame of the picture. Ironically named Angel and was the youngest. She had left recently in hopes of starting a band. I had been told she had started an underground group called "Daughters of Darkness". And yes, all four of them are dragons like their mother. Nobody knew who the fathers were, Marcella kept that secret to herself. All anyone knew is that they were all different.
"That picture was taken just before Salvomir left," Marcella said as she leaned on the counter, idly chewing a piece of bacon. She must have seen me staring at it.
"I'm sorry," I said sympathetically. "How long has it been?"
"At least a year and a half now," Marcella said. I could tell it broke her heart to think about it.
"Uh.. before I forget, sorry about passing out last night," I changed the subject.
She smiled and kissed my head, "You were wonderful," She said, "I shouldn't have given you so much. I'll try to hold back more next time."
That was her holding back? I thought I was going to die after taking so much of her!
"Anything interesting planned today?" SHe asked me.
"Couple of recreational lessons," I answered, "improv, yoga, and I have a date tonight."
"Oh really?" Marcella seemed pleased as I figured she would be. "Hopefully this breaks your drought you've been having."
"Hopefully," I said, a little nervous. I know she knew about my lack of jobs lately. When I don't get money, she doesn't get money and while she's great about not pressuring us, eventually if we don't bring something in she'll do something about it. And I'd rather not find out what that something was.
I finished the plate and stood up, "Thanks for breakfast, I should get going," I said, eager to get out of there and away from her eyes burning holes in me.
"I have Shimmel waiting for you," She told me, "He'll drive you anywhere you want to go."
"Thank you," I said before quickly ducking out. Sometimes I think it's worse when she tries to be friendly. As if it wasn't enough for me to be scared of her and horny for her at the same time as is.
I rode the elevator down and sure enough, found Shimmel waiting in the parking garage.
"So, where to?" He asked me flatly. He didn't seem all that thrilled to be doing this.
"Oh, just my apartment is fine," I said, "I should change before I really start my day."
He only grunted lightly and led me to a sensible black SUV, not nearly as flashy as any of the other cars around it but it made more sense. The roads were probably cleare by now but they were probably still icy as fuck. And I'd rather not be responsible for destroying a gajillion dollar car.
We climbed in and he started the car, driving out onto the street. He didn't put any music on the radio and I was too nervous. Being alone with this guy put me on edge. Not that I thought he'd do anything but he just radiates this angry energy. Definitely a wrath demon.
See, that whole thing is kinda similar to the human zodiac. Except it's real. When a demon is born they're born into a specific sin, one of the seven. It's not genetic and it doesn't have anything to do with the date, it's just kinda random. What sin you're born into kinda dictates your role, and it was your job to spread that sin as best as you can. Or at least it was. Displaced demons like this one are kinda left to hang, a lot of aggressive feelings and emotions they don't know what to do with. It's why there have been a lot of instances of demons lashing out or going berserk. For one reason or another, they can't adapt.
And yes, obviously, I'm a lust demon ;P
"So..." I said, trying to break the awkward silence. "How long have you worked for Marcella?"
"Since the cataclysm," he answered after a moment.
"Yeah, I wasn't much longer after," I admitted. "She swept up a lot of new employees at that time. Took advantage of the chaos."
He only grunted in response. I bet this guy is fun at parties.
I didn't really try much small talk after that, just dealt with the silence as he dropped me off outside my apartment building. I walked in and up the stairs, changed into a new set of clothes and back out. This time I was able to get a taxi since I was flush with extra cash.
I took an improv class every other week at a community center, really mostly because it was something to do that wasn't work related. It got me out of the apartment and got me meeting 'regular' people. I wasn't very good but it was all amature level anyway.
The taxi dropped me off at the rec center and I found the usual room, with the usual people. I spotted a few newbies as I took a seat in one of the folded chairs that had been set up.
I was looking at my phone when I heard someone come and sit behind me. I didn't think much of it until he said something.
"Well, look at that. Fancy seeing you here."
I glanced behind me and saw that it was none other than the guitar guy from last night. He smiled and gave a casual wave. "I promise I'm not stalking you or anything, I was just kinda looking for something to do and wound up here."
"I was going to say, usually the courtesy is to call me first," I said.
He chuckled, "I was planning on it," he said. "You can call me Siegfried, by the way."
Almost guaranteed not his real name, "ooh fancy," I said nonetheless. "Pick it out yourself?" Not like I could talk much, I had my own stage name. He probably just wanted something that sounded cool.
"Nah, it's a nick that happened to stick," He admitted.
We chatted a little more before the lesson started, but it was all kind of a blur to me because as soon as the lesson was over, Siegfried and I slipped into the bathroom and I was sucking his dick. Neither of us even said anything to each other, just kind of this unspoken thing that we knew the other wanted.
