A deal with a demon

[intriguess]

Katrina searched through the applicants. The 21st century was an interesting time, and she was looking at someone to take her place. She was taking leave for the next year and she couldn't leave her company in the lurch.

She should have done this a long time ago but finding a willing soul to make a deal with what they considered a demon was harder than usual. No matter what she could not work for the next year and so a suitable replacement must be found.

She scanned the list again, finding a replacement would be easier than finding someone to make her kind of deal.


OOC
so basically my character is a demon of sorts and she will be in sexual heat for the next year and is looking for a willing partner. (male or female)

 

[nightray]

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[intriguess]

Katrina

I had spent most of the morning looking at prospective portfolio's meeting old exec's, young exec's, people looking to advance, none of them seemed to understand why she was leaving and more were puzzled when she asked for a year's commitment and would not agree to more than a year. So far a few stood out, those that were flexible and looking for change rather than a new job. She had one more applicant this morning and the afternoon would be spent pursuing her other need.

She sighed as her secretary buzzed her, she stood up, stretched and flipped to his resume. Nothing except his age stood out immediately and wondered why he was looking for this job.

She buzzed her secretary and told her to send him in.

 

[poohlive]

Sparks fly around him, making instinct kick in to shield his eyes. Without thought he steps back, away from the damned machine that had finally slipped a gear. The back of his leg collided with something sharp and unmoving.
Without so much as an excaped cry from his lips, Paul fell flat on his back. At once he could feel pain tormenting through his leg as blood poured out, but that was nothing compared to when his head hit the solid ground. A cascade of stars came across his vision, and he was too stunned to scream out the pain surging through his body.
He looked up, through the vision of showering meteors just in time to see a long sharp piece of metal fly from the machine, which is by now making a horrible high pitch. It embedded itself deep into a steel rafter behind him. Again, without thinking, he shielded the softer parts of his body when the entire thing exploded all around him.
A shower of steel and burning material filtered below much to the surprise of other men.
Paul just sat there, breathing as hard as he could. It wasn't that he was out of breath, more like he just liked the fact that he could still breathe. That, for now, was an amazing experience.
He couldn't help but feel lucky.
When he got up, he looked at the solid piece of metal. At this moment, it was half in and half out of one of the steel rafters they were putting in this high above the ground. Eighty stories up, and he had almost been killed by a Raft-Splitter.
That would have dug into him, right about his chest if he hadn't been tripped.
A careful ease, as his bleeding leg made standing an indecent chore, he looked to see what had not only mangled him, but saved his life.
A tool box. A dull black, electrical taped half opened tool box that had decided to be in the right place at the right time.
Paul had to go down, had to explain everything to the boss. His ears finally picked up the noise of the service elevator, and knew he wouldn't have to walk that far. In his present condition, that was ok with him.

 

[intriguess]

Katrina

I felt a trigger go off inside me like a spark of opportunity. It was not coming from the young man before me and I found myself looking around. I went through the interview answering his questions, waiting for something to happen.....

OOC
nice to see you pooh

 

[poohlive]

Always a pleasure to work with you.





It took an hour getting through all the damned red tape. Layers upon layers of paperwork to sign, promises to be kept, insurance claims to fill out. They were sorry for the inconvenience, but then again they couldn't very well have him suing them for a couple of million dollars because their asses are clenched up too tight to squeeze out some money for new equipment.
It didn't bother him though. Paul was a man of resource, not of inteligence. They would pay for the bills, and give him a week off of work, which mean a week of sleeping in and watching the spice channel.
Now that he could live with.
After leaving the small office on the first floor, he decided to go down to the bar early. A little place most of the construction workers hung out after hours. It was pretty decent when it came to company and prices. He couldn't stand any of those new age pieces of shit, where the damned teenagers all dressed up in their nirvana gigs dance around like members of a cult.
Just some Clearwater Revival, a pitcher of bud, and a friendly ear to melt the work away was all he needed.
Inside was dark and damp. A smell of lysol and refined grains came to him, arousing his senses. Since most people were still on the job, there were only two people inside besides the barkeep. He was, at the moment, restocking one of the taps.
Paul slid into a stool at the far end.
"Something I can get ya?" the bartender said, still struggling with the keg under the counter.
Paul leaned across to grab the beer nuts, bringing the bowl closer to himself. He popped a few in his mouth.
"Bud, in a bottle."
He nodded, finishing up with the job at hand.

 

[intriguess]

Katrina

Hiring a replacement had been easier than I thought. They wouldn't even require a ton of training time. I felt drawn to the bar and decided to stop by after work. I felt something, that same sort of 'ping' I had felt earlier and found myself pulled to the bar. I ordered a drink and scanned the room with my other senses. One man stood out pulsing in red, he had been injured recently, 'Aha, I thought a victim ripe for the picking. Not bad looking either.' I told the bartender to put his drinks on my tab before drifting over to him.

I smiled at him and asked if the seat next to him was taken, he said something forgettable and I took the barstool flashing a pale expanse of thigh as I sat.

 

[poohlive]

Ooc: Something happen Ray? Didn't mean to interfere, just thought it would be good to add a little to the story.





Paul was on his second beer. As the happy hour approached, a few more patrons had decided to come in. Men and women, searching for pretty much the same thing, with their own little rules about it. It seemed that even losing inhibitions had it's own culture as well.
A couple was over playing with the darts, and from the look of the wall not doing a very good job. Paul took another big gulp before asking for a third. He was getting the edge of a decent buzz, something he was happy at accomplishing.
A woman asked to sit beside him. He said it was all right, looking at her as she stepped up to the seat. Consciously he leaned over, just far enough to get a little cleavage shot, but inconscpicuous enough for it not too look that obvious.
"My name's Paul," he held out his hand, a massive extension of muscle and a bit of grime. He hadn't bother to clean himself much after his short day at work, and now regretted it. Come to think of it, he probably didn't smell that good either.
"You are?"

 

[intriguess]

Katarina

"Katarina Delmonico," I was tempted to ask if he'd heard of me. "Rough day?" I ask taking his work worn hand and caressing it as I give a firm friendly handshake. I could smell blood, dirt, and the sweat of an honest man. An honest man, how intriguing I thought. Now it was just a matter of finding out what he wanted in exchange for what I needed.

 

[poohlive]

"You have no idea," he said. Paul reached back over to take his beer, now filled to the brim. Taking a decent swig, he wiped the foam that had collected over his mouth.
Paul looked at her a moment, examining her in a glance. She was a high class girl, no doubt about it. Had on one of those executive suits most women wore. She had the look of an honest woman though, someone who worked as hard at her job as he did, even if she didn't exactly put all of her muscles into it.
He respected that. Just something about the air around her that made him take notice, an admiration. That word didn't come to his mind though, it was something a little more gutteral.
"So what brings you here? I don't think I've seen you around before?"

 

[intriguess]

Katarina

"It's actually my last day. I'm taking some well deserved vacation." Not to mention well needed, where did the time go she thought, it was tough to believe she had cut it so close. By tomorrow she would be emitting so many hormones that any male within smelling range would come to her if she had not made arrangements. The deal was simple, and it had to be entered honesty, which made sense considering her allegiances. However getting someone to deal was different. He had this smell about him, and she found herself heating up in his presence. If she weren't careful he could trigger her early. "What about you?" she casually asked wondering how lucky she would be if he agreed to deal with her.

 

[poohlive]

"Oh, vacation, wonderful. I'm having a bit of that myself. A couple of weeks time off on account of a little accident at work," he moved a partial tear in his shirt to reveal a scratch along his arm. No need for her to see the more disgusting ones on his leg, he was sure that she understood.
"Finally get to relax a little bit. I don't think I've had more than a couple of days off in the longest time, a couple of years at least. Seems good, being able to do nothing, sitting back and watching the rest of the world dash by."
He held up his beer, "To vacation, may it never end."

 

[intriguess]

Katarina

She could feel the injuries, she wondered if he were on pain medication or if he just had a high tolerance for pain. It looked like they had been minimally taken care of. She wondered how they would heal naturally, it could be made part of the deal she thought. She was wondering if she could risk being subtle as she smiled and her hand rested lighlty on his wounded leg. She felt the heat from it healing and added to it.

"Vacations are more fun when you have someone with you," she toasted with him knowing that her vacation would last at least a year. Longer if she so wished, after all she had the resources so that she didn't have to work for money.

 

[poohlive]

Paul took a drink, tasting what she had said. It was a harmless little phrase, and very logical. If he had someone that he could spend it with, he certainly would.
And if she didn't pay by the hour, even better.
The undertone said more though, he wasn't quite sure how to place it, just that maybe perhaps she was testing him, trying him out, seeing where she could go.
He brushed these thoughts away, silly as they were.
"So, I take it you don't have anyone to spend it with, such a shame, pretty thing as yourself. What happened, did some asshole decide to treat you like a punching bag?"

 

[intriguess]

Katarina

She laughed at his words, wondering if she looked that worn. "I have rather unique tastes." her hand remains on his leg. "It's not as easy to find someone to spend time with as it used to be." She recalled the last time what was it ten fifteen years ago? more? she had lost track. She wondered what he was thinking, "I know this probably sounds tacky, but would you spend the next week with me? Of course I'll pay for everything." The lure was out, she could work on a short contract, a test period to hook him.

 

[poohlive]

A shy smile came to him, something of aged wisdom, but also the opportunity of a childlike experience. He drowned about half of his beer when he heard her proposal.
Could she be so bold? She must have bigger balls than he had. He would have asked her for a quickie if perhaps she had been a little more loused up, but this?
He felt an itch on his leg, scratching it, as his hand went down though, it came atop of hers.
Paul's hand was held, poised over her own as she touched him.
He pulled it away.
"I know how this one goes; you buy me a drink, ask me to do whatever, and then your boyfriend knocks me out and robs me blind when we go out to your "limo" together, right? I wasn't born yesterday lady, you wanna rob someone, try it when they are a little more drunk."

 

[intriguess]

Katarina

She smiled and shook her head, she withdrew her hand and took out one of her business cards. She scrawled her number on the back. "It is a strange age we live in, if you change your mind, my number is on the back." She called over the bartender and paid off her bill and his. She said, "Here's fifty more for him to drink the pain off."

The bartender looked bewildered, "What did he do Ms. Delmonico?"

"He turned me down," she smiled and the bartender looked at you.

"Hey buddy, you got something against rich successful women?"

Before he can answer I cut in, "By the way I drive an green Intrigue, it's made by Oldsmobile."

 

[poohlive]

The business card looked real enough, asdid her clothes. Something about her was just so strong though, as if it was she who was cutting through the bullshit, and not him. This was the kind of girl at last call, who didn't want to be go to sleep alone that night.
It wasn't loneliness though, or depression, from what he could see. Maybe she was just really really horny and thought a construction worker could give it to her.
Maybe she was telling the truth.
He would hateh imself in the morning if he found he was going to end up in the hospital, he really would.
"Wait," he said, checking the card to get her name again, "Katarina."
He drank the last of his beer, already set on leaving. If that blasted machine hadn't broken....
Fuck.
"Just a week, and you'll pay for everything? Why me? This just seems a little too good to be true."

 

[intriguess]

Katarina

"If you want to split costs I won't argue, but as I probably make more than twice what you do, and as I already made arrangements for my vacation it seemed fair for me to pay. I consider it cosmis coincidence that we met, and if I were looking for an easy mark, I'd go for someone with less brain cells and with less dirt under his finger nails. After all I have unique tastes and I got the feeling you would pan out a good investment."

The suspision was not something I had expected, but I found myself wanting him, and no one else. If I couldn't have him I would just seclude myself for the next couple of months until my urges drove me to find a partner. "Tell you what, if at anytime you want to leave, I'll arrange for your transportation. No hard feelings, no strings attached." Yet, my mind echoed. Of course she hoped that he would agree to the week and after that another week and another until she was sated, if she remembered correctly it would take at least a year.

 

[poohlive]

Paul shook his head, not caring about expenses much. He wasn't sure if he even had a twenty in his back pocket, maybe he had broken it for lunch. Hell, money was tight as it is, and if she wanted to front everything, he was more than willing to let her.
A whistle went off inside as she said the word investiment. Again there was that feeling that he was the one being used here, not her. Pual felt like he had gone into another bar in a nother world somewhere, and all of a sudden things were all switched. The woman was hitting on him, ordering him, making him feel like a piece of meat.
Something deep inside of him liked that.
"A week, I can agree to that," he moved to her side, still limping slighty. The pain that dulled into him seemed less though, perhaps it was the alcohol.
Although, for some crazy reaosn, he thought she had something to do with it as well.
"Where are we off to then?"

 

[intriguess]

Katarina

A week, he had agreed to a week, and in her case a verbal contract was good enough to move on.

"My place, get you cleaned up a little." She noticed he had been working on a good buzz when she had arrived, "Get those cuts taken care of, after that it depends what you are up for." She could have healed his cuts, but right now the idea of being human was darn appealing. Besides until he made a long term agreement she wasn't going to tell him what she was and what she could do. It would probably scare the poor guy.

"Mind if I drive?" I get out my keys and hit the button, my car's lights flash on as we walk to my car. "Do you need anything from your place?" I doubted it very much, of course I would not require he wear any clothing anyway, but perhaps he was on medication or had a pet or something.

 

[poohlive]

"No, no reason," he sat back in the car, feeling himself get comfortable. It was a very fine automobile, one he rather liked. Usually he wasn't into the whole high class cars, but this one wasn't too bad. Made his old beat up truck look like a piece of shit.
It was a piece of shit though, he smiled.
"I do look a bit atrocious, don't I?" Compared to her he was a savage. Even sitting in her car made him look dirty. He hoped she didn't mind at all.
"Thank you for all of this, and the beer back there. I never did thank you for that. I must have misplaced my manners. Where exactly do you live?"
She was moving to a part of the city he hadn't seen much before, and from the looks of the cars and the fancy buldings around them, he could see why.

 

[intriguess]

Katarina

"I live in Delmonico Place." We stopped at a very clean cut building, I parked in my spot and unlocked the doors. We took the elevator to the lobby and I smiled at the door man and asked if I had any mail. He handed me my mail and gave you an odd look but said nothing. I went to the inside elevator and used my key to signal it. I noticed how you were looking all around you and I gave you a little nudge when the doors opened. "I hope you don't mind if we spend a few days at my townhouse in the country." I glanced through my mail as the elevator went up and up and up. It stopped on the top floor and opened onto a small entryway. I unlocked the door and took off my jacket.

"Still think I'm going to rob you?" I asked a little cattily. "Bathroom is this way." I give you a quick tour on the way and soon we are in the master bathroom with a huge jacuzzi tub dominating the area. I turn it on, add some bubbles and say, "I'm sure you are hungry. I'll fix something to eat while you get in the tub."

I felt I should give him some privacy as I knew their were wounds he had not shown me. The tub temperature was just hot enough to kill germs and ease any other assorted aches. I left him alone and wondered if I even had any shaving cream, and then I laughed as I definetly did not have any razors as I did not need to shave.

I fixed a plate of fresh fruit and cheese and walked back to the bathroom.

 

[poohlive]

The clothes came off of his body, each layer peeling away from the last. He hadn't looked at himself naked yet, and could see an assortment of scratches on him. Nothing big or even serious, just tiny little things that a cat might have made if one didn't know any better.
He did though, he knew it all.
Slipping into the tub, the feeling gave way. He let out a loud sigh, relaxing a bit. Strained muscles seemed to concur and did the same.
She had a wonderful place, something he admired in her. She had worked for all of this, and gotten it. An honest woman, with honest feelings, and an honest way of getting men naked into her hot tub. She was good, he had to admit that.
The small cuts still open screamed for a moment, but the hot water took care of them in a little bit.
She came in, carrying what seemed to be a platter of small snacks. He didn't feel hungry, but took a couple of things anyway. Reaching up from the water, as water cascaded off of lean muscles he took out an apple.
Bright and red, he bit into it. A delicious taste burst into his mouth.
He seemed drunk with the impossibility of this place, "What is it you do for a living to have all of this?"
She had definitely piqued his interest. It was lucky that he was in the water, cause the look of her at this angle had piqued something else as well.

 

[intriguess]

Katarina

"You make it sound as if I'd sold my soul to the devil," she laughed at the irony of the phrase. "I own a very successful design firm. I own this building, and several others, I have a respectable stock portfolio, like I said I have unique interests." She sit on the side of tub nibbling on a piece of cheese, "Feeling better I hope?" He was certainly looking better, and as she touched his face she lifted the fog the beer had produced on his mind. She needed him clear minded after all. "I'm afraid I don't have a razor," she murmured brushing his cheek that was showing stubble. "I sleep naked but I think I might have something you can wear to bed tonight if you'd like." She wondered if he'd even thought that far ahead. She figured they both knew what she was asking for, there wasn't much reason to beat around the bush. However he needed a good night's sleep and there was no reason why she couldn't wait until morning to feel him. She picked up a sponge and begin washing his arms, then his back and chest. She had rolled up her sleeves and decided she could always buy another blouse as his head rested against her breasts while she washed his neck.