(Pt4 contains, eventually, debatable and non-debatable NC, anal, both male and female gay sex, gender transformation, femdom, pegging, bondage, urophagia, and incest. Reader discretion is appreciated. Thank you for your interest.)
Chapter 07
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Campaigning: incredibly boring yet instructive. Memi went as Laura's date - though they pretended to be mere friends for whatever reason Laura had - to each of the father's events, rallies and dinners primarily. The man was at least a more competent politician than he was a father; his rhetoric inflamed the hearts and minds of those who heard it, despite being a rapid-fire barrage of meaningless and unachievable axioms. He was of a political party, and Memi knew there was some substance to his speeches vis-a-vis policy, but it was hard to see the fruits before they came to be.
Really, democracy itself was a weird pill to swallow for the demoness. Whatever had been wrong with feudalism? Yes, yes, the serfs had revolted... Nevertheless, she kept her mouth shut while sitting with Laura and whoever the 'who's who' of the day was (this time it was the police chief); the politics of Hell, such as they could be called that, were separated on several levels from those on Earth and who could tell which was better until the end of time when the scores were finally tallied up? So long as they did not harm her or Hairy, Memi listened with only one ear to the voice of the people.
"Don't you think so?" A woman, the police chief's wife, thought herself kind for trying to involve Memi in their conversation, and Memi, being unusually kind for her own kind, did not hurl an abuse her way for the imposition. "Don't you think it should be illegal?"
Memi glanced at Laura who helpfully turned her thumb down below the edge of the table. "No," Memi said, "I think that sort of thing should be a personal decision."
A couple of laughs, one by Laura into her water glass.
"We were talking about tax fraud, dearie." The woman jittered with the effort not to laugh in Memi's face. "Not too interesting to someone your age, is it?"
"Back in my day, we used to hang tax collectors." Memi said it and smiled as if it were a joke and so it brought another round of laughter.
The woman said, "It would be a bit harder to do that nowadays, too many necks and not enough rope!" A little more laughter, the joke hadn't been all that funny in the first place and couldn't stretch much further.
Yet... "Don't be silly, all of them have intestines." Dead silence followed by some polite, forced chuckling.
Laura put a hand on Memi's leg to silence her, the woman had been hiding a smile behind the rim of her glass. At least someone was enjoying themselves. "In any case, thank you both for making the time to come in support of my father. I know you have busy schedules, but he was so glad to see your names on the guest list after all." That was a bald-faced lie; not only did the man not remember the name of this place's police chief, neither had he more than glanced at the list of guests to ensure he didn't embarrass himself by not knowing someone important. See also: he hadn't taken the time to come to the table and personally thank them, he was too busy schmoozing with the district attorney and a judge in the other corner of the banquet hall. The assumption was that he'd get there eventually as he ran the marathon around the room. "There hasn't been an update on that one case, has there? I don't mean to bring up an uncomfortable topic, but I can't help being curious."
Memi's sharp ears perked up (How humans didn't notice her pointed ears even though she had to hide her horns and tail was beyond her but welcome).
"I'm afraid I can't comment on it at this stage of the investigation."
The safest possible answer, Memi's ears dropped and she touched Laura's arm. "Would you mind if I went for a little walk?"
"I suppose I could stretch my legs."
"No, I'd... actually prefer being alone for a minute, please." The crowd was getting to her more than she had realized it would. Back home she'd only ever been in the presence of so many when there was an actual reason for them being there and the constant smalltalk made the air feel stagnant. Not the least of the problem was her position as Schrodinger's eye candy for a woman who didn't quite want to appear publicly gay; it might have been easier to bear if Hairy was there to cling to...
Graciously, Laura smiled and went back to her conversation, allowing Memi to retreat out into the vestibule.
Just outside the main hall, the air cleared up considerably. She was in good company with those others who had become free social atoms: a man who was in too full a suit to be comfortable, dabbing his neck with a handkerchief, and a woman who stared intently at her phone for unknowable and uninteresting reasons. It happily occurred to Memi that she hadn't immediately classified these two as threats the way she might have done just a relative blink in time before. The man looked a bit like Hairy, if he became wider and lost his adorable face and chopped off his curly hair... actually the man looked very little like Hairy...
There was a small attached bar at the venue that Memi gravitated to for lack of a better place to sit. She took a booth seat and put her head back against the cool, wooden backboard to close her eyes and rest. No, Laura was a comfort, but she wasn't enough to replace him. Stupid! Memi had known all along that she would hate being separated from her master for so long and she'd gone anyway in a bout of pique she had no rightful claim to. When she got home, she planned to push him straight into bed without a word of explanation or apology then fuck him to her heart's content, then further to his; if Satilli had returned by then, she'd be pulled in with the flow and wouldn't leave again without being turned into a sloppy mess first, and maybe Laura too...
She took a deep breath. It wouldn't do to get herself worked up without any kind of release valve in sight. Laura wouldn't like to be pulled away into a nearby closet to get messed up, not when she might be called on at any time to give her father the edge of a so-called family man in his hand-shaking. But Memi was still happy, in a way, that she was properly horny. For decades... she'd had orgasms while serving those men of course, the body does as it pleases no matter what the mind thinks of it, but that whole time she'd never thought of a man and had the urge to slip her hand under her skirt... Not until Hairy...
"Miss, did you want to order?" The barman, having nobody to serve somehow, had come around to her table personally.
"I don't have my I.D. with me," she said. That would have to be remedied at some point, go through her contacts to have documents prepared. "So... a virgin Pink Lady, please."
He nodded and was off.
That was nice, having humans displaying servility. Mother had human slaves, Memi knew, just none at the main house. The woman said it was because Memi had despised them viscerally for so long, but the fact remained that demon slaves were better for clout. Everybody had human souls enslaved, that was part of being a demon (of course, there were layers upon layers of enslavement. Even an imp might find themselves with some lesser human souls under their control). Though the barman wasn't a slave, she reminded herself to avoid a potentially embarrassing remark.
The man who came with her drink was not the barman, and he was holding his own as well. He sat down across from Memi and offered the Pink Lady in an attractively-curvaceous glass.
"You don't mind if I join you, right?" he said. It was an older man, hair greying but full, and he looked like he must have worked out when he was young and rode on his previous gains. Of course, he was not Hairy and thus his appearance, pleasing or decidedly not, was hardly relevant.
Conscious of the fact that she was seen as part of
that man's
entourage for the night, and more importantly Laura's, Memi smiled at the interloper on her isolation. "You may."
"I don't care for these large gatherings either," he said. "I feel like the strength of my positions and my record should be enough to garner votes, but you know that the people like to feel like you're there and listening to them on the ground level so there's nothing to be done about it. It's at least good practice for sitting with officials who'll actually care if you try to dip out in the middle." He wore a smile, very well practiced and very obviously to one who had gone through some of the most strenuous acting lessons available in Hell. This was a politician, and this was a politician who wanted something that he wasn't willing to come out and say, and Memi, without a hint of pride, was the most attractive woman present at the event (Laura excluded for lovers of large breasts).
Unfortunately, saying she had a boyfriend likely would be both too aggressive and not aggressive enough. "I do prefer more intimate gatherings with my friends or none at all."
"I'm sure, I'm sure. The noise in there must be hard on your ears."
Memi looked up at him, he was still smiling the exact same way. The man's thoughts were impenetrable. She was able to stop herself reflexively touching her pointed ear without even her finger twitching off her glass. To appear like she hadn't heard anything out of the ordinary, she sipped the pink thing. "It's hard to breathe."
"Yes, the air does get pretty stuffy. At least it's not as hot as it is back home, eh?"
"My home is rather temperate, actually... Who did you say you were?"
"I didn't." He offered his hand to shake and introduced himself. "Marco Esposito." A couple seconds waited for recognition that did not come. "The mayor, you see?"
Memi quietly, sweetly smiled. "Do you really have extra time to be talking with some random girl who isn't even eligible to vote for you?"
"I can always make time for old friends."
She very nearly revealed claws and reached over the table to tear his throat out, but instead clenched a fist beneath the table and sipped her drink. "One of them, then?" One of the multitude of bastards who had engaged in her services while she was still trapped within that witch's contract, she should have known that a large number of them were politicians given how expensive her summoning spell card had been.
"You remember me, that warms an old man's heart."
"Do not overestimate yourself, there are precious few humans who would be capable of picking me out of a crowd, while in this form no less. I'm not interested in any sort of reunion, your life is protected through my master's grace so go with gratitude before its measure is spent."
