Introduction
It's been a very long time since I posted anything so I thought I'd start out with something different from what I've done in the past. This story, unlike most of those I have written in the past, ventures into a different genre than what I usually write.
Though it is particularly heavy on sex, I think there are enough plot twists to keep you interested. If you're confused, by the end of chapter one, I think you'll know what I mean.
Chapter One -- The Impostor
In a refurbished textile mill located in the downtown area of Columbus, Georgia is an apartment shared by two women whose names are Jasmine Naomi Wylde and Niko Tanaka.
Jasmine's bedroom contains a king-sized mahogany four posted bed against one wall. Mounted over the bed, running almost to the ceiling is a bookshelf as wide as the headboard and to the side of each headboard is a mahogany nightstand. Centered on the nightstands are small black wooden lamps. Across from the bed on the right side of the opposite wall is a door leading to small hallway. Placed on the floor against the wall opposite the bed is an entertainment center atop which is resting a 75" flat-screen television.
Above the television is a painting of a man laying on a bed very much like the one in Jasmine's room being fucked by a succubus. It is no coincidence that the man in the painting resembles her ex-boyfriend, Bill Winston, and the succubus, other than having dark red skin, small black horns protruding from its temples and large leathery bat-wings, looks like Jasmine herself. She commissioned a local art student to create it that way because Jasmine has a fascination with romantic occult fiction, which is proven by the fact that nearly every inch of the other two walls contain bookshelves filled with novels and printed stories on subject, particularly ones that contain succubi and their male counterparts the incubus.
The time is 3:00 on Saturday morning, the first weekend of September.
The room, being located directly in the building's center, has no windows and is nearly pitch black inside other than the dim glow coming from a clock the nightstand on the right side of the bed.
Outside the weather is cool and the skies, despite the time of year being in the middle of the East Coast hurricane season, are clear.
Jasmine is laying naked on her bed passed out slightly drunk. The night before Sara and Niko, two of Jasmine's friends, took her out bar-hopping.
When a loud booming sound awakens Jasmine from her alcohol induced slumber Jasmine is utterly annoyed at having been forced awake. Begrudgingly, she opens her eyes and tries to locate the source of the noise that has so rudely interrupted her sleep but all Jasmine can see is a thick fog slowly dissipating in the room.
It takes ten agonizingly long seconds for the fog to dissipate and when it does Jasmine screams in horror for standing very close to the foot of her bed is a bright red skinned, six foot tall, black horned sporting, female demon complete with bat-wings, a long barbed ended tail dressed in a black leather thong, garter-belt, fishnet stocking and thigh-high boots with three inch heals. "I must be dreaming!" Jasmine says to herself aloud. Instantly she realizes everything is to vivid to be a dream and declares in horror, "No, it's a fucking nightmare!"
"Hello Jasmine Naomi Wylde, remember me?" says the creature in a rather odd, mechanically computerized sounding female voice.
Appearing frightened and confused Jasmine replies somewhat excitedly, "No!"
"Do you remember that slutty dressed middle-aged woman you were sitting next to in the bar last night? The one wearing the low cut red dress that was slit up to her waist on each side and matching red high heals who bought you a drink?"
Jasmine thinks back to the night before. "Maybe?"
"That's okay. I'm not surprised. You were pretty drunk at the time. Here... look at this, maybe it'll refresh your memory..." The creature approaches Jasmine, bends over and holds at arm's length what appears to be a piece of leather for Jasmine to examine, which she takes and does.
At the top of the piece of leather is printed in large Gothic letters 'Contract for Soul' under which are printed several paragraphs of text, two signature lines and a wax seal.
The first signature line reads 'Buyer' and is followed by the name 'Lilith Seductor Daemonium'. The second signature line reads 'Seller' and is followed by the name 'Jasmine Naomi Wylde'. Both signatures appear written in blood. The Buyer's signature is quite legible, the Seller's is not.
At the very bottom of the document is a red wax seal in the shape of a pentagram surrounded by a circle. Just above the seal is another paragraph of nearly microscopic sized text. That print is so tiny Jasmine doesn't even bother trying to read it but simply limits herself to the larger printed paragraphs above. "It says I sold my soul for a fucking drink? You're kidding me, right?"
"We succubi never jest. The contract is valid and I'm here to collect your soul." The creature replies sternly to which Jasmine responds, "Wait a minute, I thought you succubi got your souls by fucking someone to death? Isn't conning people in a bar a bit out of your job description?"
"The boys downstairs don't care how we get them as long as we do. Normally, I'd do it the old fashioned way but I'm way behind on my quota this month and it's a lot easier to wait for people to get drunk and get them to sign a contract than seduce them and spend hours draining their souls. Yours will be the seventh contract I've closed today and I've got three more to go to when I'm finished with you."
Realizing she is completely naked, Jasmine bends over and reaches to grab her dress which is laying on the floor next to the bed.
"Don't bother dressing, you won't need clothes where we're going."
Her head clearer now, Jasmine hastily retrieves her glasses from the night stand next to her, puts them on and declares, "I'm not going anywhere with you until I've had a chance to read that contract!"
"Suit yourself, but you won't find anything there that will help you." The creature insists and hands the contract to Jasmine, who begins reading the document very slowly, this time paying close attention to every word. "Wait a minute, it says here in Section VI, Paragraph VI that the Seller has the option to purchase the contract from the Buyer by complying with the terms set for in Paragraph LXIX. I assumed that's the small print below?"
"Yes, do you want me to tell you what it says or would you rather find a magnifying glass and read it for yourself?" Offers the succubus.
Jasmine tells her, "I don't have one."
"Well, in that case I will tell you. All you have to do is perform three depraved sexual acts of my choosing before sundown of this day in the presence of myself and at least one human of my choosing and the contract is yours."
Jasmine looks at the demon suspiciously. "How do I know you are not lying to me?"