Angel and Devil cocktail girl

[astuffedshirt_perv]

this idea-ette has been in my head for years, but nothing has stuck to flesh it out. Sick and in bed with not much to do, how 'bout i post it here? Inspired by a picture.

A flat-chested pale girl is a cocktail waitress. Her outfit is: naked but for white heels and a white furry bikini bottom, white angel wings on her back, and a halo. Her skin is lightly striped in blue sparkly paint.

The other cocktail girl is a devil, busty and naked but for leather bikini bottoms, heels, a tail and horns. Her skin is lightly striped in red paint.

So...what kind of event is this? How did she get the job? Did she even want the job? How long does it go on? Do the angel an devil play? Who wants a drink?

 

[Hypoxia]

I'm reminded of the Richard Moore comix series FIRE AND BRIMSTONE. Both the angel and the demon are busty, barely-clad spirits. As Moore writes in his intro, it's "... a balls-out action/comedy about a couple'a chicks -- one a demoness, one an angel -- who [have an endless task]... And just to make it interesting, the girls are mortal while on Earth." Yes, the angel has angel wings, and the demoness has little batwings.

Let's blend and mutate your idea with Moore's and my own take on it. Angie and Demi are winged, glowing, curvy, topless barmaids in some busy club, maybe in a Vatican basement. Call the club Holy Spirits; waitresses are the Spirit Girls. Various good, bad, and indifferent patrons, human and otherwise, frequent the place. The Spirit Girls compete for their souls. Off-duty, they have a contentions but (meta)physical relationship -- they're two sides of a coin.

That "competing for souls" bit sees them in 3- and 4- and more-somes. Who promises and delivers the most? Who fucks / sucks / slurps best? What happens when gods and demons from other realms (Hindu, Nordic, Egyptian, etc) wander in? Can Angie or Demi tempt Vishnu or Demeter?

 

[JRaven]

I'm reminded of the Richard Moore comix series FIRE AND BRIMSTONE. Both the angel and the demon are busty, barely-clad spirits. As Moore writes in his intro, it's "... a balls-out action/comedy about a couple'a chicks -- one a demoness, one an angel -- who [have an endless task]... And just to make it interesting, the girls are mortal while on Earth." Yes, the angel has angel wings, and the demoness has little batwings.

Let's blend and mutate your idea with Moore's and my own take on it. Angie and Demi are winged, glowing, curvy, topless barmaids in some busy club, maybe in a Vatican basement. Call the club Holy Spirits; waitresses are the Spirit Girls. Various good, bad, and indifferent patrons, human and otherwise, frequent the place. The Spirit Girls compete for their souls. Off-duty, they have a contentions but (meta)physical relationship -- they're two sides of a coin.

That "competing for souls" bit sees them in 3- and 4- and more-somes. Who promises and delivers the most? Who fucks / sucks / slurps best? What happens when gods and demons from other realms (Hindu, Nordic, Egyptian, etc) wander in? Can Angie or Demi tempt Vishnu or Demeter?

Wow.
Besides a good story idea, I'm impressed by your knowledge.
Jennhy

 

[Hypoxia]

Wow.
Besides a good story idea, I'm impressed by your knowledge.
Jennhy

Thank you, thank you. Live long enough and you'll gain much knowledge too, till you forget stuff. Sure, some of that is best forgotten, but still...

I forgot to mention WHY Angie and Demi must compete for souls. They are attoning for a long-ago fuckup and cannot return to their rightful places in heaven and hell till they hit their goals. Each must seduce a nearly infinite number of suckers or they're stuck in our mundane, boring world. Yikes.

Do angels and demons tire of screwing humanoids after a few dozen millennia?

 

[Carnevil9]

Keep it simple: they are two succubi, competing to see who can swallow the most souls in a week. Winner gets to fuck the loser the next week.

 

[Hypoxia]

Keep it simple: they are two succubi, competing to see who can swallow the most souls in a week. Winner gets to fuck the loser the next week.

Naw, too simple, insufficient drama. The fallen-angel-vs-risen-demoness trope offers moral complexity, like neurotic superheroes or honest salespeople. In the end, they only have each other. Cue the wailing theremins.