The Fallen Angel (Closed for ThePhoenixMan and I)

[ThePhoenixMan]

The Bottoms Up Club ...

Butch was grinning from ear to ear as Sylvia took his cigar and liberally soaked it with her juices, allowing him the opportunity to gnaw it throughout the night, savoring not only the taste of the tobacco, but that of her sweet honey also. He took it from her and immediately put it into his mouth, determined to never ruin the taste by placing a flame to it ... at least not yet!

The music had been pumping for some time, and Butch meandered out into the crowd, sensing another great night. He took stock of the VIP members that were already in attendance, during his rounds. He also noticed that he was missing another dancer! Melanie Melons was among the missing, and Butch was none too pleased. He ambled back to the office to begin making phone calls, pissed off that he was missing Sylvia's performance.

Nick, meanwhile was handling the early crowd quite capably by himself, but knew he'd need Sylvia's help shortly! He was glad that she was just being announced to the stage, which meant that she'd be serving shooters in no time, easing up on the rush of patrons at the bar.

What was somewhat amazing, however, was that as Sylvia took the stage, it seemed as if the entire club came to a standstill. All eyes were focused on the fiery redhead as she pranced out onto the stage with a rope in tow. Even Nick had to stop serving customers, his eyes glued to Sylvia as she danced around the stage.

Even though the room wasn't packed, the tables around the stage were filled. The table at the end of the runway, where the brass pole was stationed was occupied by a single individual that was dressed rather impeccably, looking as if he had plenty of money to spend for the evening. His jet black hair matched his eyes that seemed to lack any color, the large black pools, captivating in their own way.

Damian sat in the chair, watching his transformed sprite performing on the stage before him. He thoroughly enjoyed the performance, taking pride in the fact he had stolen this angel from the heavens, and now she was his, doing his bidding. Her golden lustre wings, gone and replaced with the fiery red wings of his devotees; her golden halo, now replaced with pointed horns!

No! The mere mortals gathered around him, couldn't see what he could see! Sylvia was his little demoness, a sexual creature transformed to his specifications, doing what she was destined to do ... destined to be!

He watched as she went through her entire routine, the darkened room, not giving her the opportunity to immediately recognize him. It wasn't until her routine was practically over that their eyes met ...

 

[Pywakit]

Sylvia

Sylvia finished her dance, and as she did her eyes finally settled on the strangely familiar figure she'd noticed earlier. For a moment, she froze, a mixture of delight and fear as she recognized Damian. Had he come here to punish her? To aid her? To reward her? Or merely to watch? She panicked, but only for a moment, catching herself before she shifted back into her true form before all of these unsuspecting mortals so she could drop back to all fours and present herself for whatever rewards or punishments her Master had for her.

He wasn't moving. She knew he knew she saw and recognized him, but he wasn't moving. That could only mean one thing; she still had some time.

She recovered quickly from her momentary lapse, blew kisses to the crowd, then slinked backstage to change back into the skimpy half-shirt and g-string uniform she wore as she worked the floor and the bar. She emerged to several cries of delight and appreciation, and before long she had a small crowd around her as she served thirsty guys shots of hard alcohol from a shot glass nestled between her tits. Damian was nowhere to be seen, but she could feel his presence still, somewhere in the back of the room. She did her best to ignore it for now, focusing on her job and pleasing as many customers as she could.

Time flew, and it wasn't much longer before she was heading back stage for her second number, the cheerleader number. She could hear the music starting and knew that more and more patrons had filed into the club. Perhaps Barrett was in this new crowd? Perhaps Damian had something special planned for both of them?

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

The club was filling quickly and Damian watched from afar as his little nymph commanded the attention of every single person in the room. His chest swelled with pride, knowing he had captured and transformed a prized possession.

Even though they had made eye contact, Damian watched as the girl that the others knew as Sylvia worked her magic on the floor. Countless men handed over money just so they could bury their faces between her heaving breasts and drink whatever shot it was that she placed between the firm mounds of flesh. He could see her constantly scanning the room in search of someone, whether it was he, or maybe her target, he didn't care. She had time.

Damian had tasked her to steal Barrett's soul before he got married, so she still had two weeks to accomplish her task. He had warned her that it would not be as easy as her first task, and that she would need to draw on her experiences and training to achieve her goal. But it seemed to Damian, that maybe his little sprite needed some guidance ... or maybe just a little reassurance?

He reclaimed his seat at the front of the stage, dismissing all the other topless beauties who repeatedly tried to gain his favor and attention. The DJ announced Sylvia's dance, and all eyes were once again, glued to the stage, where Sylvia appeared in a red and white cheerleader outfit, her hair done in cute pigtails, pom poms flying in a mock routine. Her occasional high leg kicks offered the crowd fleeting glances of her thong clad pussy and full round cheeks. The form fitting tight sweater was quickly peeled off, and eventually Sylvia was enjoying the hoots and hollers from the crowd as she paraded around the stage, proudly baring her assets for all to enjoy.

Sylvia had hustled off the stage, passing by Butch, who complimented her generously, still chewing on his flavored cigar. When Sylvia returned to the floor however, Damian was waiting for her. As soon as she came out, he enveloped his arm around her waist and walked assuredly to the other side of the room to where Vito stood, barricading an opening to a darkened hallway, above him a flickering purple neon sign read, 'PRIVATE'!

Vito held out his hand, a menacing look upon his face, obviously awaiting the customary payment to go any further. With Sylvia still on his hip, Damian stared intensely into Vito's eyes. There was utter silence for what seemed an eternity, neither man uttering a sound. Then in an even, eerily calm, confident tone, Damian spoke, and orange flickering flame in his eyes. "Vito, there is no need to charge us any fees. You will let us pass by without any payment. When we go by, you will not allow anyone else passage until we come out. All rooms will be occupied. When we come out, you will completely forget this ever took place, and only assume you lost track of time."

With Sylvia in tow, Damian walked confidently by Vito, who had stepped to the side, a blank look upon his face. As soon as they passed by, Vito hung the gold rope which indicated that all rooms were temporarily occupied, even though Damian and Sylvia were the only ones in the area that contained six little rooms. Damian led the way to the furthest room and allowed Sylvia to precede him into the cramped quarters.

He closed the door and leered hungrily over his prized possession. "Show your Master how much you appreciate him!"

 

[Pywakit]

Sylvia

For a moment, Sylvia thought she was going to involuntarily revert to her true form, she was so excited and nervous. But she knew that there were probably hidden cameras in these rooms, and it would do no good to reveal her true form yet. So instead, as her master sat down on the padded leather chair that sat in the small private booth, she bowed down before him.

"It has been so long, master... I missed you so much! Let me show you what I've been thinking of doing to you ever since I saw you last..."

She raised her head and leaned forward, spreading his legs apart and sliding her hands up the insides of his thighs to his belt. She undid that quickly, following with his fly, unzipping him and finding to her delight that he wore nothing underneath. His cock, large and impressive and as delightful as she remembered it, sprang into view, guided by her fingers. Pulling his pants aside and baring as much of his flesh as she could, she lunged forward and took him in, down to the root. His shaft sank deep into her throat and she clutched and swallowed against him, her crimson pigtails brushing over the sides of his legs as she worked her head side to side, keeping his cock in constant motion even though she was deepthroating him and not fucking him with her face.

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

Damian

Damian was delighted to have some quality time with his little nymph. It had seemed like an eternity was passing by, but in the realm of spans it was only the blink of an eye. Despite her mortal activities, she hungered for him with no less enthusiasm. She had laved and bathed his lance eager to please him and gain her reward. However, Damian had other interests, pulling her onto his lap, where his long cock sank into her moist insides without effort.

The nymphette bounced up and down on his length and fucked him as he fucked back. Their guttural groans filled the small room as the temperature increased tenfold. Near the end of the second song playing through the tiny overhead speakers, Damian was ready to reward his prized trophy. He pulled the red headed vixen from his slick length, and released his load after she had replaced her head between his legs, taking his tip into her throat. She swallowed every droplet with hunger and suctioned the remnants, savoring what lay on her palate before sliding down her throat.

During the third song, Damian reminded his pet of her task as they made themselves presentable. "Your target is a bit more elusive than anticipated. You must use your assets however possible, in order to achieve your goal! It seems as though you've acquired several admirers along the way! Feel free to claim as many minions as you want while on your quest. You will need them for your eternal survival. However, care must always be taken. Like your target, no soul may be claimed until they have professed their ultimate devotion to you. Nor should you claim a minion without leaving a trail to you. Be careful though! In order to reach your target, you may not want to claim certain souls too soon! Good luck Sylvia!"

Damian walked through the door and literally disappeared. The music was blaring and the DJ was calling Sylvia to the stage for her next performance.

 

[Pywakit]

Sylvia

Sylvia's head seemed to be spinning. The permissions her master had given her to take additional souls was fighting with the huge load of come sloshing in her belly for dominance of disorientation, but by the time she'd reached backstage and was dressing for her third show, she'd mostly recovered.

For this set, she dressed as a sexy construction worker. Short sleeve red flannel shirt, cuttoff faded jean shorts with a lot of wear on the ass so that her skin showed through a few holes, and heavy work boots. On her hips she wore a leather workbelt, but rather than hammer and other tools outfitting the belt's many loops, she had a wide selection of dildos, all shapes and sizes. The final touch was a bright yellow hardhat.

The music changed, and Sylvia strutted out on stage and began to dance. The audience had, if anything, grown. She smiled and flirted with them all, moving from one side of the stage to the other in the rhythm to the music, each time she reached one side shedding one article of clothing; boots first, then hat, then flannel shirt to reveal a deep red sports bra underneath, and then finally her shorts. Beneath those she wore a skimpy red silk g-string, and as she continued her dance she began to remove the dildos from her hips one at a time, giving each one a long loving lick and suck before tossing it backstage as if unsatisfied with what it had to offer.

As she worked through her collection of dildos, she scanned the audience, eager for any sign of her elusive prey.

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

Sylvia's performance ...

Needless to say, all eyes in the room were glued to Sylvia when she took to the stage. Butch stood near the back corner, an unobstructed view, though from the rear, of Sylvia's tight ass as she paraded along the stage. The taste of her honey was still fresh in his mouth, gnawing on the cigar she had toyed with. He knew he'd have to tap that tight ass before the night was out; but the night was still young!

Nick stood, slack-jawed behind the bar, unable to take his eyes off Sylvia as she played around with the various dildos, as if they were some kind of tools, tossing them aside, one by one. Nick could only imagine how many hard cocks were in the room right now! His was rock solid!

Danny was also one of the many patrons mesmerized by Sylvia's performance. He was unable to make his way to the stage, there all alone. He was seemingly engulfed and swallowed by the mob of men, all thronging to be near Sylvia. He just had to see her again! He had to tell her how he felt ... how she made him feel! He had to have her again!

She was definitely working the crowd, and Danny wondered if she'd recognize him from the night before, or if he was just another toy for her? He thought they made eye contact, but then she turned away. He needed to get her alone somehow!

 

[Pywakit]

Sylvia

She looked around the room, making eye contact and ensuring that every guy in the room had at least a few seconds to think she was dancing especially for him. As she danced, she noticed Danny but no Barrett. Her master's invitation to claim additional mortals came to her again in a flash, and she wondered if she could get Danny to profess his love for her... if she could, he would make an excellent slave and someone she could use to lure Barrett back into her clutches!

For now, though, she pretended not to recognize him, letting his desires and aches build. She finally finished her dance and went backstage to change again. The next set was immediately after; she didn't have time to go back out and work the stage, but as she changed into a white t-shirt with no bra and a pair of white lacy panties for the rain dance, she grabbed one of the employees by the arm.

"There's a guy in the crowd, someone I partied with last night," she said, then gave the stagehand a description of Danny. "See that he gets an invitation to the VIP party after we close for me, would you?"

The invitation arranged, she prepared for the next dance, ready to head out on stage and get soaked.

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

Danny

Danny was beginning to wonder if he was wasting his time being here, on such a busy night. Everyone was practically shoulder to shoulder, and the girls were grinding their way through the crowd when they weren't grinding on stage. Danny did spot a few girls milling about, leading select individuals past a brute of a man into an area marked, 'PRIVATE'. Danny considered it would be his only opportunity to get Sylvia alone. He was sure it'd cost him a pretty penny to take the premier dancer into the back for a private performance. The major problem was that he had drained most of his bank account giving Barrett, the bachelor party of a lifetime!

He thought about his best friend, who was also his roommate. The poor schlep was probably still sleeping off his hangover from the night before. Danny chuckled at Barrett's worried look when he woke, finding long strands of red hair wrapped tightly around his cock. Danny had to reassure him on numerous occassions that nothing had happened.

Danny sent Barrett back home with the rest of the groomsmen, opting to stay behind in order to be with Sylvia once again! He could have sworn that the two of them had some kind of chemistry between them that united the two together. He wanted to take Sylvia back home with him!

Danny had turned around, and Sylvia was gone! The night was far from over, but, Danny began to worry about his chances with the hot redhead. Just then, seemingly out of nowhere, a lanky man approached him, tapping him on the shoulder. He asked if Danny had partied with Sylvia last night, to which Danny replied he had. The guy then handed Danny a silver ticket with the letters VIP, splashed boldly in black across the face. "There's an after-party, here after the club closes. When the place closes down, just head outside, and go around to the back alley, to come back in." He chuckled as Danny took the ticket with mixed feelings of jubilee and confusion. "You must be pretty lucky! These ticket's don't get handed out liberally!"

Before Danny had a chance to ask any questions, the guy had disappeared backstage.

Maybe he was lucky? At least the place wouldn't be as crowded during the after-party, though Danny didn't know what to expect during the special event.

It seemed as if an eternity had passed, before the DJ announced another special performance from Sylvia! The lights had dimmed to near blackness, except for a lone spotlight on the stage, focused on the brass pole. The sound of thunder clapped through the massive speakers, rattling the entire building as Sylvia stepped onstage.

 

[Pywakit]

Sylvia

She'd already decided to make this dance for Danny alone. He would know it was all for him. And every other guy would know it. If she could get him enthralled to her, perhaps she wouldn't have to worry about getting Barrett to come back here to the club. She could get Danny to take her right to Barrett! The prospect of claiming Barrett in his own home, perhaps even with his fiancee in the same building if they were already living together, made her wet.

And she was about to get wetter.

The song began, a low, thunderous rhythm that mixed with the sound of thunder. Electronic rhythms joined the bass line as she strutted out onto the stage and began to work her body in slow, serpentine moves, swaying and shaking her arms and legs and torso as if trying to hypnotize all who watched her. Yet her eyes were focused on Danny.

She reached the brass pole and began to work it, slithering along its length, up and down as if masturbating the pole with her cleavage at one point and then spinning around it with one arm hooked around its legnth. She clambered up and then lowered herself back down, head first, then did the splits in mid air while she slid down the pole, lowering her splayed body down toward Danny so when she landed, he would be able to just see a hint of her sex through the partially transparent panties she wore.

And then a peal of thunder tore through the place. She stood again, threw back her head, and the sprinklers above let loose. In a few heartbeats, she was soaking wet, her crimson coils draped over shoulders and back, her flimsy white t-shirt turned transparent as her hard red nipples grew erect and strained to penetrate the fabric. Down below, her panties grew transparent with the water as well, and as she slid dripping across the stage to squat before Danny, she hooked thumbs under the edges of her panties and tugged up, pulling the soaking fabric up between her pussy lips to give him a close up view of her shivvering, glistening cameltoe.

And then, as she blew him a kiss, the set was over. She waved him goodbye, fingers trilling in the air as she retreated backstage.

She could hear the crowd going wild out there, but as much as she wanted to head out to give them an encore, she resisted. She stripped out of her wet underwear and shirt and stepped into the shower to freshen up. She knew that the private party would be starting soon; the club was about to close to the regular customers, after all, and she wasn't quite sure what she'd need to wear to the special party, or what other two women she'd be working with...

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

Butch

Butch, as well as everyone else was thoroughly amazed at Sylvia's performance. She had managed to turn the club upside down, and was, by far, the top performer in the club. Butch knew he had struck gold with Sylvia!

Not only was she a fantastic performer, destined to draw a large crowd into his little establishment, but she was also an incredible sex machine, willing and desirous of his admittedly lecherous, perverted tendencies.

He followed Sylvia after her performance as she disappeared into the back, heading towards the showers to clean up from her last performance. He kept at a slight distance, trying to make his presence unknown. He peered longingly towards her as she dipped her head under the warm spray of water, her chest lunging out in silent invitation for someone to take as they pleased. His mouth watered, her luscious taste, still lingering in his mouth, savoring the uniquely flavored cigar.

He watched as she lathered her body, his hunger for her growing by leaps and bounds. Even the simplest of actions, taking a shower, had an erotic appeal to him. He couldn't explain the animalistic longing she elicited from him, something no other performer had ever done before. For unknown reasons to him, he just *had* to have her again ... and again ... and again! She brought it out of him! She gave him the energy to perform. She was his lifeblood!

Butch had never considered women very highly before; but now, he began to think that he might actually be falling in *love* with Sylvia!

Before, even, he realized it, he was standing naked, just inside the room, moving silently towards Sylvia as she continued to luxuriate in the shower stall. It wasn't until he was practically in front of her that Sylvia shrieked in a slightly startled squeal.

"Ahh, I just assumed you'd wait until after your jello wrestling match, before showering! But now that you're here ..."

Butch pressed himself against Sylvia's slick frame, stepping into the now cramped cubicle, sharing the space with Sylvia. He didn't hesitate one moment, wrapping his arms around Sylvia to pull her into an endearing embrace, mashing his lips against hers as he drove his tongue inside her mouth. He pressed the nimble bodied girl against the tiled wall, his rigid cock trapped between their bodies as he ground his hips to unheard music. His hands roamed freely, taking in every inch of flesh as he pinched, prodded, poked, and plundered his way.

The heated passion that had overtaken him was just too much for him to deny. Butch grabbed her ass and squeezed before lifting her into the air, pressed against the wall. He directed her legs around his hips and slowly lowered her onto his raging monster, the feel of her pillowy breasts mashed against his chest, diamond tipped nipples cutting into his flesh.

... Meanwhile, Danny sat at the bar after Sylvia's amazing performance. He felt as if her performance, were, somehow, directed solely towards him. Her eyes seemed to always connect with his! The spark they had shared from the night before, immediately returned! Even if Sylvia didn't feel the same way towards him, he felt compelled to make sure Sylvia knew, and understood that he was utterly in love with her! He needed to be with her constantly, unable to get her out of his mind!

He nursed his drinks through the following acts, waiting for the end of the night to arrive. His confidence was bolstered with the knowledge he'd be hanging around for the special party after the club closed down. While Danny waited, he was approached by several dancers, trying to work him for additional tips. Only one, a well built, slightly muscular girl with jet black hair, and an unnaturally large set of tits, named Zenith managed to distract him. She had tried to encourage him back towards the private rooms, but was unsuccessful. Relenting, she goaded Danny on, telling him he should check her out during the upcoming jello wrestling match!

Danny's eyes lit up, imagining Zenith paired with another lovely woman, as they mingled and writhed about in a bed of jello! It was an image that brought a smile to his face.

 

[Pywakit]

Sylvia

Sylvia did indeed squeal as Butch invaded her, pressing her hard against the wet wall of the shower while his cock slid and surged up into her pussy. She accepted him, squeezing slightly as he penetrated her. She writhed and twisted, working her hips side to side as he fucked her and leaning in to kiss him hard, her tongue worming through his mouth as it explored and tasted everything it could reach. Her hands slid up and over his back, her fingers curling into claws as she ran her fingernails down his back, hard enough to leave red scratches from shoulder to the small of his back but not quite hard enough to draw blood. She leaned forward as she felt his thrusts gaining urgency and bit into his shoulder, her tongue slithering around on his flesh as she clung to him with her teeth and cunt. Finally, she threw her head back again and said, in a voice breathless with lust, "oh fuck... oh yessss... come in me... I want your come in me... pump me full, boss... fucking fill me up!"

Yet even as she was caught in the throes of this latest passion, part of her was thinking about what was still to come. His comment about the jello-wrestling reminded her of the upcoming event, and she wondered which girls she'd soon be slipping and sliding over...

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

Butch had been utterly drained by Sylvia, all his energy having seemingly been sapped by her. Sylvia, meanwhile seemed even more energized. It was something that had not evaded Butch as he remained in the shower, slowly recomposing himself as the warm water rained down upon him. Every time he was with Sylvia, he seemed more drained with energy, while Sylvia not only seemed to have more energy, but appeared more vibrant, with a more youthful aura. It was as if he was her fountain of youth, albeit at the dispense of his energy and age.

Butch was still standing in the shower, lost in a daze as Sylvia dressed and headed out to work the floor before her wrestling match. A few more minutes had passed before Butch managed to pull himself out of the stall to dry off and get dressed.

Nick had been busy behind the bar for the better part of the night. With Sylvia's promotion to the dancing stage, her presence behind the bar was greatly missed. However, when Sylvia appeared next to him, mixing up a batch of shooters she could work the floor with, Nick's disposition had changed greatly. A huge smile beamed on his face as he made a point of bumping into Sylvia as he moved around her. Not wanting to miss an opportunity, he made sure she could feel his arousal pressing into her tight ass as he squeezed by her again.

The two co-workers shared a knowing glance, a certain sparkle evident in both their eyes. Before Sylvia had a chance to go out onto the floor, Nick had managed to corner her at the end of the bar. "How about a quickie in between closing and the VIP party?"

Nick felt as if he just had to tap the tight ass before the night was out. He had sampled the other two openings, and watching her perform only made his want seem increasingly urgent. Nick winked and smiled, hoping Sylvia's response would meet his expectations.

He watched with high hopes as she carried the rack of shooters on a tray, out onto the crowded floor. The stage had been cleared, and tables were being moved about in preparation for the jello wrestling match. Thanks to the DJ, everyone knew what to wait for, and about a half hour later, everything was set for the final act of the evening.

The DJ then announced that the sassy Sylvia would be wrestling against Zenith in about ten minutes. Danny, along with many of the other patrons began scrambling for the best ringside seats they could muster.

 

[Pywakit]

Sylvia

She finished distributing the last round of shooters early, and when she heard there was still ten minutes before the jello wrestling match, she hurried back to the bar. There was no sign of Butch; she assumed he was still catching his breath in the back. She sidled up to Nick's side and embraced him from the side, pressing her tits into the side of his ribcage and rubbing her pussy against his hip.

"Sounds like we've got a little bit of time before the next show, Nick," she said. "Which means that we've got more than enough time for a quickie. Come with me..."
She kissed him on the ear, then walked away into the employee break room and then into one of the bathrooms. He followed.

"Not the most romantic of places, but when you wanna get fucked it doesn't really matter what the place is like, hmm?" She asked him as she briskly began to remove his clothes. "You have something in particular you'd like to try with me, Nick? Or did you just wanna bend me over the sink and give it to me hard and fast?"

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

Nick

Nick allowed himself to be literally dragged off the floor, and into the break room. He tossed his bar towel to one of the bar backs before running off with Sylvia. Nick promised to be back shortly, winking knowingly towards his help.

Stepping into the small bathroom, Nick was amazed at how eager Sylvia was to steal away with him, and share such a ravenous moment. Never before had any girl been so wild and free with him. She had put it so frankly, a matter-of-fact approach that made him think, she was just as hungry for him, as he was for her.

Her little teasing acts behind the bar already had him rock hard, his thick cock straining painfully within his pants. And when Sylvia asked him how he wanted it, suggesting hard and fast, Nick just seemed to snap, his urgency taking over his entire being.

In a flurry, he enveloped Sylvia and spun her towards the sink, roughly mauling her luscious tits as he bit tenderly into her neck, suckling her flesh. The fire in his eyes matched the lust in hers as they locked onto each other via the little mirror in front of them. Nick pressed himself tightly against Sylvia, lewdly grinding his hips into her ass, working his trapped, upright shaft between the cheeks of her barely pantied ass.

The moans and heat quickly filled the small room, as did Nick's lust-crazed passion. With a slap to her ass, Nick hurriedly pulled down the little half-shorts she was wearing, forcing her to step out of them as he fimbled with his zipper and pants. He fisted his shaft, slapping the screaming purple tip all over the rounded bubble of Sylvia's ass.

"Hard and fast? Is that how you like it? Yeah! Me too! I'm gonna give you exactly what you want!!" Nick's voice and demeanor clearly indicated his arousal, and his own need for release.

He aimed the helmet of his pole at Sylvia's pussy opening and roughly lunged forward, pinning Sylvia to the sink as he entered with a mighty grunt. Her liquid velvet insides welcomed him as he plunged deeper. In one single thrust, Nick was fully inside her.

"Aaahhh FUCK!" Nick grunted as his hands slid down to Sylvia's waist, pulling her back onto him. He immediately fell into a wild rhythm of drawing nearly all the way out before slamming roughly back into her, mashing her against the edge of the sink, time and time again, forcing Sylvia to grab the sink for support.

As Sylvia bent over, bracing herself from Nick's onslaught, he was rewarded the sight of her ass pressing back towards him, cushioning the blows of his piston-like attack. He was reminded that there was another opening that had yet to be explored, eying the globes of flesh that jiggled with each slap of his abs.

"You like this, don't you? You like teasing me, then getting fucked, any way you can, don't you? Hard and fast! Stripping for those guys gets you all wet and ready, doesn't it? You do it, just so you can get fucked ... hard and fast!" Nick's voice was growing increasingly demonic, curses flowing from his lips as each second passed.

As the urge for release grew near, Nick abruptly stopped, his length buried to the hilt, slowly grinding his hips in wide circles, forcing his cock to explore every inch of Sylvia's insides. His hands settled on the orbs of flesh, squeezing them as he had her breasts, pulling them apart as his fingers dug deep. Her puckered pink hole seemed to wink back at him, an invitation he assumed.

Nick crept his thumbs closer to the tight opening, still grinding his cock inside her pussy. Both thumbs settled over the small ring, massaging and tugging on the muscle, encouraging it to open up. As he did so, Nick would dip the tip of his thumb into the opening, stretching it for what was soon to come.

"Yeah that's right baby! I'm gonna fuck that sweet ass of yours! I'm gonna take this cock and stick it up that tight little hole and fuck you till we both see stars! Fast and hard ... just like you like it!"

Nick pulled out, and kept his promise, moving the well lubed monster towards the tiny opening until the split-eyed snake was positioned properly. Just as he had rammed into her snatch, Nick plowed into her ass. The tightness however, caused him to grunt more, louder, and longer!

A quick slap to her ass, and Nick found his balls resting against Sylvia's honey dripping pussy. "Yeah. This is where my cock belongs! Unnnggh!"

Nick ground his cock in the tight channel for a minute or so, before beginning a similar attack he had taken on her quivering pussy. Reclaiming a handle on her hips, Nick proceeded to roughly pull Sylvia back onto his cock before slamming her, once again, against the sink with his powerful thrusts.

The curses and vocal grunts streaming from Nick were punctuated with marked thrusts of his hips, sending his javelin deep into Sylvia's bowels. His fiery eyes locked with Sylvia's on numerous occasions as they lost themselves in the reflection of the mirror. Beads of sweat were coursing along their bodies as the familiar sound of slapping flesh filled the gaps between Nick's cries of how he was giving it to Sylvia ... fast and hard!

Within a short span later, that seemed much too much like an eternity, Nick lost control of his body and opened up the floodgates, sending his white hot lava deep into Sylvia's bowels as he lodged himself in place. Every twitch of his cock rippled through his body, sending shivers along his spine, draining him of every ounce of energy he thought he had.

Nick collapsed atop of Sylvia, his heart pounding into her back as he struggled to regain his breath. The heat in the small room was stifling, and Nick couldn't move, his cock seemingly trapped within Sylvia's tight grip. A minute or so had passed before Nick finally extricated himself with an audible grunt from both he and Sylvia. Nick fell back onto the toilet seat, his semi-flaccid cock oozing with a thick coat of sluice.

Much to his surprise, Sylvia spun on her heels and dropped between his legs, quickly taking his member between her lips.

Nick's hand rested upon the mane of coppery hair as she kept his sensitive prick alive.

"Ohhhh geez. I think I love you." Nick professed his devotion for the stripper as her lips nuzzled against his groin.

 

[Pywakit]

Sylvia

Sylvia's heart was pounding as she squatted before him, sucking his cock back to life as she felt his come pooling inside her ass. As he'd come, as he'd cried out, she'd very nearly claimed him there and then but she caught herself. He hadn't actually proclaimed his love for her... his exact words still rang in her ears as she suckled his semi-hard cock, draining what remained of his squirt from the shaft.

"...I think I love you..."

"...think..."

She had no idea what would happen if she attempted to claim a mortal who didn't actually profess his or her love for her... she assumed the mortal would simply die as she absorbed their life force but she wasn't ready to find out. Until Nick actually confessed his love for her, she wasn't going to risk it.

He was hard again in her mouth, and she worked her head back and forth, playing his joystick like a video game while she sent a hand down to cup her asshole. She grunted wetly around the cock in her mouth as she squirted his huge load of come out of her ass and into her hand, then sent a finger up inside her body to scoop out the last of it. Then she leaned back, a thick bubbly strand of spit hanging between his bobbing cock and her parted lips.

"You only think you love me?" she asked with a half smile. "Well.. I know I love the taste of your cocksnot, that's for sure!" She lifted her come-smeared hand up to her lips and noisily sucked up his load, her eyes locked with him as she licked her fingers clean. She smaked her lips.

"mmmmmmm... You have anything more in there for me? Or should I head out and start jello wrestling?"

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

NIck

As Nick sat recovering on the seat, Sylvia's hunger and her abilities absolutely amazed him. Her insatiable lust, combined with her natural beauty made her absolutely irresistible. Her suckling mouth, had not only cleaned his cock of their combined cocktail, but had also brought life back to his wilting member.

Despite the tight timeframe he had stolen away from the crowded bar, Nick found himself wanting to spend more time with this sexual nymph. He was astoundingly ready to go again, and Sylvia's question to him, left him little doubt. He groaned as his hand slid over her head, fingers weaving into her silken strands to cradle her head as he guided her back over his sensitive glans.

His cock was twitching, and he knew it would not be long until he emptied another load into her stomach. His eyes glassed over as he watched her head bobbing up and down into his lap, her velvety lips squeezing his shaft.

"Think?" Did he think he was in love? Not any longer! He knew he was in love! The more he was around Sylvia, the more he wanted her, wanted to be with her, wanted to take her, and make her his!

With her head still gliding along his length, Nick corrected his statement. "Ohhh gawwwwd ... unnngggh ... I love you!" ...

 

[Pywakit]

Sylvia

That was what she was waiting for. The confession, beyond any shadow of a doubt, of love. She surged forward when he said this, pinning him against the wall and taking him deeper into her throat than ever before so the head of his cock was lodged halfway again past her tonsils. She glanced left and right, ensuring that there was still no one left in the room around them, then bit down as she let her fangs slide out.

He bucked as she bit into the root of his cock, her demonic saliva seeping into his body as his blood seeped into hers. He came at the same time, violently, a firehose of come that drilled deep into her belly. As she felt his soul emptying into her body, she pulled off of his cock, the wound already healed from her magical fluids but the tip of his dick still spraying come over her tits and then belly as she backed away from him and he slumped to the floor.

Sylvia had vanished for a moment. In her place was Syxia, her batlike wings unfurled from her back as she crouched before him, her red eyes aglow as she stood on all fours, still not given permission by her master to walk upright in her demonic form. Yet still, she was ravishingly beautiful. Her blood-red hair was full and cascaded over her back, while her immense breasts hung pendulously as she crouched. When she licked her lips, her tongue was three inches longer than it should have been, and the small black horns on her forehead had grown into delicate curved spikes, each 5 inches long. And behind her, coiling almost like a scorpion's tail, was her wriggling pointed tail, now just over five feet in length—fully grown. Yet her feet had changed even more—the partial transformation to hooves had completed, and where once she'd had human feet she now had polish black hooves surrounded by red fur. A six-inch long talon protruded from each heel, giving her feet the look of demonic stiletto heels. They clopped strangely as she shifted her weight. But as she swallowed, she noticed the strangest change of all... a pulse of lust as the freshly formed row of clitori along the back of her throat throbbed with delight. She knew she was close to completing her transformation, but felt that there were a few more surprises waiting for her once she finished her task.

"You are mine, mortal," she said, her voice deep and impossible to ignore, yet still completely feminine. "You will serve me in hell, as I serve my Master. Yet you are not why I have come to this world. I seek another, and for now, you shall remain at my side, ready to aid me as needed." The air around her body rippled, and in a heartbeat she was Sylvia again. With an ironically innocent smile, she stood up before Nick, then casually slipped into the black leather bikini she was going to wear to the next event.

"Take some time to recover if you need to, my pet. But not too long. You must still play the part of Nick the bartender for a time, after all..."

With that, she left the back room and sought out the stage, where the jello wrestling was about to begin.

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

In the small space of the cramped bathroom, where Nick lay slumped against the toilet, a host of black hooded demons swooped in, and in the midst of a deafening howl from the bowels of hell, collected the bound soul of the bartender and dragged it to the dungeons of his eternity. All that was left behind, was an empty shell of a human being. His soul had been claimed, and behind the glassy eyes was now complete emptiness.

As his mistress had claimed, he was now, forever bound to her, destined to do her bidding, be at her beck and call. He had taken the time she had spoken of, to clean up and make himself look the part of a bartender, though his smile and the aura of personality was now an empty void.

He made his way, rather methodically, towards the bar, and began serving the individuals without expression, and without comment. There was no smile on his face, his eyes, an empty pool of blackness, as they always seemed directed at the red headed bombshell performer working the crowd. His face lacked the color it once had, an ashen pale whiteness now displayed.

The sound of a DJ announcing the final festivity of the night, could be heard through the loudspeakers. He had announced the competitors for the jello-fight, bringing Zenith and Sylvia to the stage.

The crowd gathered around to get the best view possible, leaving Nick alone at the bar. He methodically began cleaning the bar, still doing his best to keep an eye on his mistress, awaiting her next instruction.

However, without his soul, the energy required to keep his body moving was quickly waning. Within twenty-four hours, his earth-bound flesh would wither. Having claimed her first victim, Sylvia had set the clock in motion. If she left a trail of too many bodies, it'd be difficult to hide her tracks.

It didn't help matters that Butch, had approached the bar, just as the match was beginning to start, and asked Nick for a drink. Butch immediately saw the change in his primary bartender, wondering if everything was okay?

Nick replied with a blank stare, and Butch had to repeat his request before Nick served him. If the wrestling match hadn't started and pulled Butch away, he'd surely have pressed Nick further, as to what his problem was! ...

 

[Pywakit]

Sylvia

The crowd was already going wild as Sylvia mounted the stage from the right. She looked across at Zenith as the other woman mounted from the left and shot her a kiss and a wink. Zenith wore a leather bikini as well, only hers was red—the two of them seemed to almost be opposites, Zenith with her dark hair and red suit and Sylvia with her red hair and black suit. The center of the stage held a shallow kiddie pool, inside of which was an incredible amount of green jello, shuddering and shimmering under the lights and the bass music.

Sylvia gingerly stepped into one side of the pool, feeling the jello squeezing between her toes as her foot sunk in to several inches above the ankle. Across from her, Zenith did the same. Sylvia smiled at her again, letting her eyes trail down the other woman's body. "I'm gonna eat you alive, slut," she said, playfully. "I hope you return the favor!"

As the music began, signaling the start of the wrestling match, Sylvia lunged at the other woman, but Zenith was fast on her feet, despite the fact that she was standing in lime jello. Sylvia missed, kicking up spatters of jello as she nearly lost her balance. Zenith whirled and finished the job with a sweep of a leg, sending Sylvia toppling back onto her ass and back into the jello with a splat. Zenith was on top of her in an instant, smiling and laughing... but only for a moment as Sylvia's hand shot up to press into Zenith's right tit while her other hand shot up to hook under the other woman's arm. With a wrenching tug, Sylvia had Zenith down as well, her left cup wrenched out of place to reveal a huge breast with bits of green jello smeared on it in a hand print. Sylvia's head darted in to catch her nipple in her mouth and she sucked, tasting sweat and limes as she pushed with her arms and kicked with her feet. A moment later, both women had broken apart and were once again circling each other, waiting for a chance to strike, bits of jello dripping off their glistening bodies.

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

Barrett had to struggle through the charged mob of men that had gathered around the little pool. The music the DJ had been playing seemed to be dwarfed by the hoots and yells by the men cheering for the stripper of their choice. The battle between the two beauties was a formidable one, though at times it seemed as if their moves were purposely directed at teasing the men.

Barrett had managed to wedge himself, sideways, between two large bodies, just in time to see Sylvia clamp her mouth down over one of Zenith's jellied breasts. He could feel his cock twitch, just imagining what it'd be like to do the same to the woman of his dreams.

The women had broken and circled about, tagging each other, before Zenith lunged with one arm raised, and one lowered. Shoving the lowered arm between Sylvia's legs, Zenith managed to tackle Sylvia, knocking her backwards into the liquefying green gelatin. It was Zenith's turn to take advantage of the situation, quickly latching her own mouth onto one of Sylvia's erect nipples, while shoving a thumb into her pussy, pushing her thong to the side.

Barrett caught a glimpse of Sylvia's eyes at that moment and saw the joyous sensation as her eyes fluttered and the corners of her mouth curled into the slightest indication of a smile. Barrett imagined Sylvia had succumbed to Zenith's attack, opting to enjoy being on the losing end of the battle; however, he saw that all too familiar flickering flame in Sylvia's eyes. The crowd began chanting the pin count.

"ONE ... TWO ..."

 

[Pywakit]

Sylvia

Sylvia was playing with both Zenith and the crowd. Her claiming of Nick's soul had filled her with an incredible amount of energy, and before the crowd reached the all-important "THREE", she slid down along the slippery jello, pushing with both hands and sliding down between Zenith's spread legs. Her thumb slid out of her snatch, tracing a green line up her belly and hooking the edge of her thong, ripping it loose entirely, and then Sylvia was on her feet, this time behind the other woman.

She lunged, wrapping her arms around Zenith's torso and pressing her body against the other woman's back. She stepped to the right, aiming Zenith's body at the crowd, then holding her with one hand as she hooked her leg around one of Zenith's, she reached down swiftly with her other hand and tore the other woman's red bottoms off her body, exposing her to the crowd's sudden cheers.

Sylvia held Zenith in that position for a moment, then pulled backwards. With a shriek, Zenith fell, and Sylvia slid around the falling woman's body so that as soon as Zenith landed on her back in the jello, Sylvia was on top of her. She grabbed her ankles and slid her along the slippery floor, then up and over the edge of the pool so her ass was resting on the edge and her splayed sex on full display. At the same moment, she dropped her own crotch down, sitting on Zenith's face and pressing pussy against lips while her own hand shot out and slammed the two middle fingers of her right hand into Zenith's open cunt.

Sylvia's eyes met Barrett's then, and she smiled radiantly at him as the crowd began to count down again...

"ONE... TWO..."

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

Danny was thankful that Sylvia had not succumbed so easily to Zenith's attack, and was grateful that she fought her way out of the difficult hold, despite her now fully naked body being on full display, her tattered clothes being ripped from her luscious body. The light managed to shimmer off her slick skin, little rivulets of green jello clinging to the most enticing parts.

Sylvia had managed to turn the tables, and now it was Zenith who was pinned, her fully naked pussy on sweet display for the men at that end of the pool to see. Barrett was amazed at Sylvia's dexterity, and the way she managed to plant her pussy over Zenith's mouth, practically suffocating her, while at the same time, jamming two fingers into Zenith's pussy. The mob went wild, and resumed the countdown in Sylvia's favor.

"ONE ..."

Danny was in awe, wishing he was Zenith, not caring if he'd die from lack of oxygen, as long as he was with Sylvia, and lapping at her intoxicatingly sweet snatch. He imagined his tongue, doing just as Zenith's was, wriggling wildly inside the honey walls, drinking all the fluid she had to offer.

"TWO ..."

Again, his eyes managed to connect with hers, and he could swear she was smiling at him, just for him!

Just at that split second, however, Sylvia may have been distracted, Zenith managed to flail her legs and scissor them, knocking Sylvia sideways just before the crowd had shouted the anticlimactic final count.

Sylvia's fingers were still buried in Zenith's pussy, and Zenith's mouth was still clamped over Sylvia's sex, but it was Zenith who was on top, now focusing her teeth on Sylvia's clit, gnawing on the tender bud. It only served to ignite Sylvia further, and the two tangled women continued to roll around in the pool of mashed jello, trading the upper position continually. Each girl rolled in the sixty-nine position, each one with fingers and mouths focused on the other's dripping snatch, each one determined to outdo the other, putting them on display for the men to see!

This continued on for several more minutes until it was Zenith who finally seemed to lose more energy than Sylvia. It was Zenith who was tiring from the fight, and eventually landed on her back long enough for the crowd to erupt ... "THREE!"

Butch, who had been standing off to the side, quickly jumped in, just as Sylvia raised her hands triumphantly. Butch grabbed one wrist and held it high, proclaiming Sylvia as the winner. Meanwhile, Zenith lay helpless in defeat, still pinned beneath Sylvia's pussy, her mouth suffocated by Sylvia's pussy.

Butch, along with the DJ thanked all the patrons for coming and wished them an enjoyable evening, not making any mention of the after-party scheduled for the VIP's. With the aid of the bouncers, the mob of men were quickly and efficiently ushered towards the doors and into the parking lot. Butch didn't allow either of the two girls to move until everyone had cleared the room.

When the bouncers finally locked the front door, Butch helped Sylvia to her feet, kissing her passionately on the mouth. As the bouncers cleaned the room and readied it for the after-party, Butch informed Sylvia what was to take place.

"As the winner, Sylvia ... you get the opportunity to get cleaned up. Zenith ... as the loser, you know the routine ..."

Zenith nodded, her head hung low in defeat. She crawled with great effort, still breathing heavy, her chest rising and falling with each labored breath, until she reached the brass stripper pole. She propped herself up onto her knees, her naked ass sitting on her heels, back against the pole, and raised her hands above her head, grasping the pole. Butch produced a length of rope and securely tied her wrists together, securing her to her spot for the time being.

Butch turned back to Sylvia and taking her by the wrist again, said that he'd help her take a shower ... "again!"

It was on their way to the shower that Butch informed Sylvia that one other girl, Jade, would be working the party, but as winner of the wrestling match, she would get to use and abuse Zenith however she saw fit for the entirety of the VIP party. Nothing was off limits, and the more creative Sylvia was, the more money she'd most likely get out of the VIP's that tended the party.

Butch was smiling widely as he started up the private shower, quickly shrugging out of his clothing ...

Outside, Danny was confused as to what he was supposed to do next. He was amazed at how quickly the room had been emptied out, but knew the VIP party was still to come. He watched as nearly everyone piled into cars and vans, and began filing out onto the streets illuminated by only the sparse street lights. There was no indication of anyone making their way towards the back alley, where he was told to go. Danny sat in his car and waited, keeping a sharp eye on the alley. After nearly a full half hour, a limousine pulled up and two men in finely tailored suits stepped out and made their way into the alley. After that it became a nonstop procession of chauffeured vehicles dropping off distinguished looking gentlemen who made their way towards the private entrance. None of these men were at the club earlier!

Danny immediately felt out of place! Unsure of what to do, he knew he didn't have the kind of money that these guys were going to be flashing around, nor was he dressed anywhere nearly as appropriate as any of these guests were. He fumbled with the ticket in his hands, wondering if he should just forget it all and head back home?

 

[Pywakit]

Sylvia

Sylvia was full of excitement and energy. The match with Zenith had gotten her blood hotter than ever... of course, going in with the afterglow of claiming Nick's soul certainly had something to do with that. She imagined what she'd do to Zenith with Jade's help once the VIP party began, but her true target now was, of course, Barrett. She had to get him alone... had to get him to confess his love for her soon!

As she stepped into the shower, she held the soap out to Butch with a smile. "Go ahead and lather me up, boss," she said. "I think I got pretty fucking filthy out there, and I'll need a pair of practiced hands and eyes to go over every square inch of me to make sure I'm nice and clean for the VIP party, hmm?" she winked at him, then stepped into the shower and turned the water on. It cascaded down over her body as she spread her legs apart and planted her hands on the wall to either side of the shower head, as if she had been lined up on the wall by a cop who was preparing to frisk her. Of course, she was only making sure that Butch and his soap would have total and uninterrupted access to every part of her...

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

Butch had wasted no time taking the bar of soap from his now favorite stripper, joining her in the shower. He had convinced himself that she was the hottest girl he had ever had the pleasure of crossing paths with, and her appetite for sex at least matched his desire for it. Her comment of being filthy and needing to inspect every square inch of flesh, thickly laced with the innuendo of promised sexual favors, only confirmed his appraisal of her acceptance of his presence.

He enjoyed sex with Sylvia, and found himself constantly wanting more! He could not get enough of this red headed vixen. He knew he was falling for her, wanting desperately to claim her for himself. All her performances on stage were just foreplay, getting them both aroused for the fucking that would take place in the back.

Now here she stood with her hands against the wall, water beading off her flesh as it took the green slime with it to the tiled floor. Butch lathered his hands and pressed them to Sylvia's shoulders, starting at the top, working his way along her shoulders, then down along her ribs to her shapely hips, thumbs coming together at her spine and then back up to her neck. Over and over, he tended to her back and ribs, listening to her soft mewls, despite the fact that his eyes were focused on the sweet bubble of her ass sticking back at him.

After quite some time, Butch lowered to his knees, paying homage to the woman of his dreams, running the soap and lather along her long shapely legs and back up to where her pussy peered back at him from between her thighs. Ensuring her legs were clean, Butch focused his soapy hands on her ass, inspecting and cleaning every square inch, as Sylvia had requested.

Parting her lovely cheeks, Butch exposed the tight ring that seemed to wink at him, inviting his more direct attention. Soapy fingers circled the puckered ring before delving one, then two, and eventually three fingers into the extremely tight hole, opening it up wide for the raining water to drip into, filling it before spilling out and running downward over her slick pussy.

Butch continued fucking Sylvia's ass with his fingers until the soap had been rinsed clean, the pink ring shimmering with the crystal clear water droplets.

He pulled his fingers out, the hole remaining stretched and open, and pressed his mouth to the hole, burying his nose between the muscled orbs, driving his tongue into the opening as his freed hand now moved toward her pussy. His thick fingers ran along her pussy slit as his tongue drilled into her ass.