STORY EXCERPT

Anthony had heard the call first. He and Dom had been drinking at The Morning After bar in Hell when Heather had said those sweet words every demon loves to hear. He slammed his glass on the counter, grabbed Dom, and teleported both of them to Heather’s desk. They stood behind her, invisible to all, watching and listening to her talk to her friend and the two men she wanted to take to her bed. Other demons had popped in, but as soon as they saw Dom and Anthony, they vanished. With the decreased amount of new demons arriving, word had to be spreading that Anthony had claimed this innocent.

“This is an easy one. She just wants sex with two men,” Dominick said.

“Can you fucking believe it? She gave up her soul for a ménage a trois. What is it with women today?”

“Perhaps the better question is what’s wrong with the men?”

Anthony chuckled at his longtime friend. “True. The men are nothing like us. They don’t tie their women up, spank them, play with their pussies, or fuck them in every position possible. They don’t make them scream.”

“Because they’re not real men. From what I’ve seen, men today hump their women once and then fall asleep. I’m not surprised we’re getting such easy jobs. These females are horny as the devil himself.”

“It’s sad, Dom. Such beautiful women are missing out.”

“It is. But just think, we can give women what they want and then bring them to Hell where they’ll have to serve us. More workers. More slaves. More freebies. It’s a win-win situation.”

A grin spread across Anthony’s face at the thought of so many women in Hell. Yes, they would greatly perk up the place. For the last couple of years, the atmosphere down south had been dull. Few humans had sold their souls, which forced many establishments to shut down or reduce operating hours. Over the centuries, it was common to go through a dry spell for a while. Then business would pick up. In the last few months, the tide had shifted some and more souls populated Hell. Soon, businesses could flourish.

“How close are you to retirement?” Dom asked.

Anthony shook his head, and his sandy-blond strands fell forward over his shoulders. “I don’t know. I don’t track my points.”

Each soul delivered meant a demon earned points, which counted toward retirement. Anthony cared little about the point system. And unlike Dom, he lacked motivation to be a slave driver. Sure, Anthony took pride in his job and delivered plenty of souls to Hell. But he simply wanted to enjoy women—taste them, bite them, fuck them senseless, and hear them scream. If he had a flaw, it was his craving for women. Sometimes he’d pass on jobs if a man had called. And if a freebie occupied Anthony’s time during an innocent’s call, he had no problem waiting for the next one. And there would be another at some point. Until then, he’d enjoy his time with the female beauties in his grasp.

“You planning to work forever?” Dom asked.

“If it means more women to fuck in the flesh, hell yes. Freebies are nice, but there’s nothing like fresh, living pussy.”

Dom slapped his hand on Anthony’s back. “You’re a fine man and demon. Your cock always seems to find the best women. I’m glad you’re my friend.”

“It’s a dirty job which I’m proud to do for eternity.”

“I’m sure you are.” Dom chuckled. “Have you considered how to consummate the deal?”

“Yes, I’ve already devised a plan.” Anthony stiffened. “I will need your help. Let’s have a few drinks and discuss it. I’m confident word has spread one of us has claimed this innocent.”

“Sounds good to me.”

Anthony placed his hand on Dom’s shoulder. Together, they teleported to Damnation Alley in Hell. Demons chatting and laughing walked along the street. Music from one of the clubs attracted a line of demons and damned souls. Another mass crowded in front of the theatre where Little Nicky, The Serpent and the Rainbow, and several hard-core porno movies were playing.

“I’m glad to see they changed the movie selections,” Anthony said as they went around the waiting crowd.

“I ran into Alicia not too long ago, and she wanted to see a comedy. It appears she got her wish.”

“I don’t mind the X-rated movies, personally. They never bore me.”

Anthony slowed as they passed a new sex-toy shop. The clear glass door showed sexy clothes hanging from walls and toys on rack displays. Young men and women with packaged items in their hands waited to check out.

The Italian quickened his pace to catch up with Dom. “I’m glad to see we have new businesses.”

“Better days are coming, without any doubt.”

ADULT EXCERPT

She glanced at Chris and found his gray eyes watching her. No, not just watching, but studying her body.

She followed his line of sight and looked at her breasts. Good God, her erect nipples stuck out like headlights. “I should change.” She headed for the open doorway.

Chris stepped in front of her and blocked the exit. “Don’t. You look fine.” He lifted his hand and glided his fingers down the side of her arm.

His warm touch sent chills spreading through her body. Her nipples hardened more, and moisture pooled between her legs.

Trying to conceal her arousal, she again folded her arms over her chest. “I feel slightly underdressed compared to you two.”

“We can strip some of our layers off it makes you feel better,” Nick said.

She glanced over her shoulder to find him twisting the cap off the bottle.

“Good idea, Nick.”

Heather twisted to find Chris unbuttoning his shirt. “Are you serious?”

He gave her a wicked grin. “Absolutely.”

She watched as he tugged his shirt from his pants. He finished with the buttons then slid his arms from the sleeves. Heather swallowed hard and stared as if she were in a state of shock. She didn’t know what to say. Better yet, she didn’t want him to stop undressing.

“Here.”

She glanced at her side and found Nick holding a glass of red wine. He smiled and inched it closer to her. As soon as she took the glass from him, he pulled his shirt up and lifted it over his head. Heather took a big gulp of wine then faced Chris. His pants slid down his legs and covered his feet.

“I’m dreaming, right? This has to be a dream.” Her temperature rose, and she imbibed the red liquor.

“It’s not a dream,” Chris said as he stepped out of his shoes. He left the pile of clothes on the floor. “We want you to feel more comfortable.”

She pressed the glass to her lips and stared at him. His tight white T-shirt hinted at firm muscles and clearly showed two erect nipples. Her gaze lowered to his red boxer shorts. At first look, she thought she had mistaken what she saw. The bulge behind the thin cloth had to be an illusion. She blinked and checked again. Oh. My. God. He had a mammoth-size hard-on.

“Need more wine?” Nick asked.

She stepped back until she bumped against the counter. He, too, wore a white T-shirt, but without sleeves. Large muscles captured her attention. She swallowed hard while she held the nearly empty glass close to her lips. Her gaze traveled south. Like Chris, Nick’s red boxers clearly showed his stiff cock. She downed the rest of her wine.

“She looks flush, Chris.”

Chris moved in front of her and took the empty glass from her hand. “I think the wine might have rushed to your head.” He set the glass on the counter behind her.

“This is too…”

He lifted her chin and smiled. “What?”

“Unreal.”

She got lost in his tranquil gray eyes and missed him leaning toward her. His lips touched hers gently. He kissed her again, urging her to respond. She opened her mouth, and he claimed it immediately. His lips were strong, and his breath warm as it brushed lightly over her. He gripped her arms and tugged her to his body. Her breasts smashed against his solid chest, and within seconds her heart pounded furiously. He was as hard as Becky claimed, but that thought quickly disappeared as she felt his erection pressed to her belly. She floated in a sea of need, her body feverish and her pussy getting wetter by the second. His tongue tangled with hers as he tightened his grip on her arms. All signs indicated he wanted her.

A warm hand slid over her ass and groped her. The touch took her by surprise because it didn’t come from Chris. She pried her lips away, and by the time she turned her head, Nick had his body pressed against her right side.

“Relax,” Nick said, his nose and warm breath tickling her ear.

His erection touched her hip, and shock struck her again, numbing her ability to speak. The two handsome and smart men she worked and flirted with were in her home, touching her and showing their arousal. One squeezed her ass while the other kissed her neck. She wasn’t dreaming. Couldn’t be. Could she? She slid her hand down and ran it over Chris’s cock. The thick muscle was definitely real. She quivered at the thought of it inside her.

Nick’s hand slid between her legs. “You’re wet. I like wet. So does Chris.”

She faced Chris and found him staring at her breasts. “We should go to the bedroom,” he said, and she nodded.

Nick’s touch disappeared, and two seconds later, Heather was flying in the air as Chris lifted her over his shoulder. First she gasped, and then she giggled. He carried her from the kitchen and down the small hall. She lifted her head to see Nick, but her spinning vision from the quick movement and liquor thwarted her effort. She barely caught sight of him grinning wickedly at her as he followed them.

“Don’t put her down yet,” Nick said.

Chris stopped at the foot of her bed and turned to face Nick. The covers on her mattress were within reach.

“What’s going on?” she asked.

Hands found her hips and pulled down her shorts and underwear. Her anxiety rose, fueling her heart again. She twisted to find Nick stripping her clothes from her ankles. He dropped them on the floor.

“Perfect,” he said, staring at her rear.

She opened her mouth to say something but stopped short when his hand smacked her ass. A slight twinge shot through her. Instinctively, she wiggled to get free, but Chris held her knees firmly. Another slap and a third one stung her ass yet excited her. Arousing tingles branched out from her tender spot.

“Such a nice ass,” Nick said.

She received two more hard smacks. Realizing she couldn’t avoid them, she stilled herself and bit into her lip. A man had never spanked her before. Although her inflamed rear felt sore, her body seemed to enjoy the slightly painful contact. Moisture increased between her legs, and she clenched her pussy. When he slapped his hand over the sore spot again, she wondered how much more she could take before begging him to fuck her.