Author's note: This is my first erotic publication. This is the start of what will be an ongoing series. A large amount of it is already written and just needs to be polished before it is published. I hope you enjoy.
Chapter 1: The Deal
Lola Darcy was 20 years old, and had never really taken responsibility for anything in her life. This made her just inexperienced enough to be stupid, but old enough to get into real trouble. She was a college student studying art history. She wanted to be a fashion designer. She loved pretty things. She liked designer clothes and fancy Jewelry. She loved the way those things looked on her. She loved the way she looked. She was 5'4" with full C cup breasts. She was petite, fit, and at the top of her slender legs sat a nice round butt that looked like an apple when she bent over. Her long hair that reached the middle of her back was frizz free and black as black can go.
Even with a scholarship, a work-study job on campus, and student loans, she was living well beyond her means. Her credit cards were all maxed out, and she was running out of excuses with the companies. She wracked her brain trying to come up with a solution to her cash flow problem. She ran through ideas in her head.
Mary an old rich guy? No, too much work, plus grandpa sex... ew.
Get another job? No, they'd want her to work nights or mornings and she wouldn't be able to hit the clubs.
Then she got it. She didn't need LESS debt... she needed MORE credit. She could just pay off the cards with a loan, then she would have plenty of time to figure out a more permanent solution and some cash to have fun with or at least save her from stooping so low as to eat Spaghetti-Os and Ramen.
The Man at the bank was very rude. Not only did he deny her a loan but after looking at her credit history, he had the nerve to tell her she should attend one of the bank's "Financial Freedom" seminars. Unbelievable. On her way back to her apartment she saw a billboard for Fuku's Fast Cash Express. The sign said, "Stop in today, and make money the least of your worries" Why not?
Fuku's was a hole in the wall, in a rundown shopping center, full of vacant store fronts and a husk that used to be a K-mart. It was a dump but, oh well. She must have blown their minds when she walked in wearing her pink Jean Paul Gaultier Long Sleeve Tulle Dress, her Gucci 'Lillian' Horsebit Mid Shaft Boot clicking with every step she took and Wildfox Ivy 55mm Sunglasses. It was a $1,700 outfit, but 'A' she deserved it and 'B' she wanted to be taken seriously at the bank.
The loan agent at Fuku's knew how to show respect. He was so polite and friendly. He was nice enough to chat with her about clothes and jewelry. In no time she was approved. She couldn't believe how much money they were willing to give her, either! She knew the man at the bank didn't know what he was talking about. Lola was ecstatic.
But soon six weeks had past. Six weeks of shopping, fine dining, and hot spot night clubs. Her account was drained. And she had missed her first payment on the loan. Six weeks after that she was sunk again. The debt collectors from Fuku were the most aggressive she had ever encountered. They called day and night, and made such awful threats, and said such mean things. She was losing sleep and afraid to answer her phone. She was so tired she could barely get through her five step morning skin cleanse routine.
Walking to class from the trendy coffee shop near campus she felt she needed a pick me up. A little something to brighten her day. Something pretty, but not too expensive. Then she saw a storefront full of pretty gems and stones. Just what she needed. It was a pagan shop called "Every Witch Way". Cute.
She looked through the gems, then picked out a piece of black termilion. Beautiful and only $3.50. what a steal. She went up to the counter to check out. On the table next to the register, behind the counter she saw a book "Solve all you problems with magic: an easy to use spell book for any problems from lovelessness to financial ruin"
"Does this stuff really work?" she asked the little old woman who ran the shop.
"Yes, well sort of. Actually no. It's not for sale."
"Oh?" Why wouldn't it be for sale in a shop?
"Nevermind that book, it shouldn't even be out here. It has a date with a burning trashcan later"
What a weirdo. "I'll just take this stone then" she handed the clerk a twenty.
"Do you have anything smaller than a twenty, dear?"
"I'm afraid not."
"Well I'll have to grab you some change from the back then." The old woman put the twenty in the drawer then shuffled quickly into the back room.
Maybe Lola was curious, maybe desperate, maybe just wanting some excitement; She grabbed the book and the stone and ran out of the shop.
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She played with the stone nervously all day. When she got home she took a hot bath with a full glass of red wine, then changed into a two peace silk Victoria Secret pajama set. These were not Lingerie, they were comfortable and, aside from being low cut, not particularly revealing.
In her living room she opened the book. She skimmed the table of contents until she saw "summoning spells: assistance with financial woes." She flipped through to that section. The section stated that there was no need for evocation or calling the quarters – whatever that meant – all she had to do was draw some symbols on the floor and a Demon – "a demon? What the fuck." She laughed in her head – would show up and present her with a contract that included terms that would free her from any financial situation with money that would never need to be paid back.
The symbols were very simple to draw. She drew them on the hard wood floor with her eyeliner pencil.
Immediately the air felt hot and an unseen force pushed her backwards. When she looked up there was a well-dressed man in suit standing in front of her. Wait, not a man. He was tall over six feet, looked to be in good shape, had a fairly conventional but stylish side parted haircut. But his skin was red, he had two small horns sticking out of his forehead, long nails on his fingers, and yellow eyes.
"Lola-Darcy"
"You know my name?"
"Yes, it was in the file. Did you know your name means 'Dark Sorrows'?"
"No, I didn't know that." She was puzzled for a moment but quickly regained herself. "So you can help me with my money problems? The book said you had to present a contract and give me all the money I needed. Right?"
"Slow down, Lola. Look, I'm a sucker for pretty girls in dire straits so I'm going to do you a favor I don't normally do for clients. I'm going to explain the deal to you."
He spoke so confidently and had an almost elegant tone to his voice. Refined, like someone who grew up wealthy. It was kind of a turn on for Lola. The red skin was a bit different, but she'd a black guy so why not be attracted to a red guy?
"You see Lola, the contract will require me to give you the money. But not without some consideration from you."
"What do I have to do?"
"Well, Lola you have to spend a night with me. A night during which you cannot say 'No'."
Those words hung in the air. There really was something attractive about him. Maybe it was because it had been quite a while since she had gotten laid, but honestly, sleeping with him really didn't sound horrible to her. A refined guy like this... Besides, if she needed to she was sure she could take care of him with some hand action and send him on his way. "What the hell, I'm going to bang a hot demon." She thought as she chuckled in her head.
"Okay Mr. Demon, where's the contract?"
"Please, call me Ziphar. It's right here." He produced a document on legal paper that looked like it had been printed on a laser printer.
"Alright, Ziphar, do I need to sign in blood or something?"
"Blue ink would be more appropriate" he said, then handed her a pen.
She signed. He signed. He looked over the document, which then vanished as if by sleight of hand magic.
"Lola, you will find that all your accounts have been settled and there is a substantial sum of money in your bank account."
"No way."
"Feel free to look for yourself."
Cautiously she pulled up her bank information on her phone. Her credit card showed a balance of Zero, and there was indeed a substantial sum of money in her account.