Fury From Hell

by Rochelle Campbell

  Realizing she was there for a reason other than being a voyeur, she sought out what she came for. She found it in the form of the cashier in the casino hall on the right side of the entrance.

  The line was short; the winning lottery ticket was quickly converted into cash. With the money tucked away in her now overfull clutch Jennifer roamed the large bustling beeping and dinging room seeking a video slot machine that would make her happy and spit out more money. She didn’t notice him until he was right next to her.

  “Casing the joint? Or, just looking for me?”

  Jennifer stiffened and the Fury came forward. Neither one of them felt threatened by the man.

  Jennifer didn’t turn around but answered with a slight drawl, “If I was looking for you, I’d have found you already.”

  She walked off with her pants swaying in the climate-controlled cold air of the casino trying to ignore the dizzying carpet. The swirling clownish colors did a number on her retinas but it didn’t seem to be offending anyone else; they were gambling blithely.

  Knowing the man was following the host, Abatu infused Jennifer with a burst of sensuality. The demon began working on the host’s long-dead libido to try and revive it before the night grew too old.

  “Let me buy you a drink,” he said when she stopped at a promising looking machine.

  Jennifer took her first glance at him, blinked and went coquettish. He was a big blonde and Matthew McConaughey gorgeous.

  Two burly blondes in as many days? What are the chances?

  “If I let you, what will you let me do?”

  A wide mischievous smile enlivened his already perfect heart-shaped face.

  “Hmm…what would you like for me to do is the real question.”

  Jennifer realized she was flirting and standing dangerously close to a complete and total stranger. The panic crackled.

  The demon went to work immediately and blocked the emotion’s path. Abatu ignored its earlier decision to go slow and manipulated the host mercilessly because it wanted this man!

  Almost as soon as Jennifer realized she was frightened, the emotion dissipated. All that was left was a rise in her body temperature, a wetness that she hadn’t felt in years and a great big lump in her throat. Jennifer batted her eyes at him, pursed her lips and asked him to bring her a soft woman’s drink.

  “A Lemon Gingerini will partially quench my thirst… I’ll be right here when you get back.” She slid into the chair in front of her chosen video slot machine. As delicately as she could, she wrestled a twenty out of her overfull clutch and slid it into the machine. Looking up, she caught sight of him just as he disappeared hurrying through the crowd towards Bar 3600. Jennifer felt like bolting for the door. She had done what she came for and was now just wasting time — and money. Being in the casino with all the money she had on her was making her hot and itchy. She had two divergent urges. The first one was to put all of the money in the nearest machine, which warred with the urge to put it all in the bank and allow it to accrue interest at a regular predictable rate. This tidy sum would take her savings balance over $100,000. The very thought made her giddy. Each dollar brought her ever closer to permanent stability and the capacity to carry a mortgage by herself. She shivered from the thrum of excitement that thought brought on. But, she was still sitting in front of a slot machine and there was still $15 left…

  Jennifer wanted the wanton desire for quick easy money to go away yet all the while it was being tempered by the frugal and austerity of a woman who only shopped when things had more than 2 gaping holes in them. The war escalated but the beeping and dinging was too strong — she pulled the lever and watched the reels spin.

  Trying not to breathe until the reels came to a stop she vaguely realized her ridiculous predicament. Here she was dressed in her best finery, had a man on the hook yet she was still battling her addiction. She was still looking for an escape into something that was no longer comforting, nor nourishing any longer. Jennifer knew she should be happy. At her age, Jennifer knew that never having had sex of her own free will was a major stumbling block one she refused to mention to Chad.

  No sex? Now that’s a deal-breaker.

  She grimaced as the right reel stopped on a heart. The left reel was slowing down and the middle reel was still spinning at a good clip.

  Never having had a boyfriend was also a tad peculiar. But now, having two manly prospects in two days? Both of them made her think of doing the unthinkable and engaging in an act that she no longer had a name for.

  The left reel stopped on a nine and the middle reel slowed down and stopped in between a heart and a deuce.

  She bit her lip and wondered if she dared. Taking a deep breath she pressed the maximum bet line and watched the video reels spin.

  Would I dare to sleep with a man I just met? What if he gives me some STD? What if I get herpes and break out for the rest of my life when I stress?!

  The Fury stepped in and sent the host a thought.

  >>What if I just let go of the past, since it can’t hurt me anymore, and let in someone new? What if now, I can protect myself — ward off anything bad? What if the men coming into my life now want to make me…happy?<<

  The foreign thought crept around Jennifer’s mind for many long moments. She tried to pull it apart three ways from Sunday but the heavy truth of it wouldn’t leave her. Jennifer knew it was time for the new. Life didn’t have to be one big protective cocoon that enveloped her in a fake safe environment that she had to keep uninhabited and sterile. One look around the casino showed Jennifer that there was more to life than scratch-off games, lottery systems and mind-numbing work.

  Fury Abatu saw a chink in Jennifer’s armor and pressed some more.

  >>Sure the money from the job keeps me alive and in a decent neighborhood but isn’t there more to life.<<

  Jennifer glanced at the monitor. The reels didn’t bring a win. She tapped the screen again watching the reels spin as her mind traveled to a new possibility.

  >>What would happen if I actually had a boyfriend and we — got married?<<

  The stunning thought rocked Jennifer to the core. Up until this moment, the idea of marriage was not an option. If she wouldn’t share her body with a man why would a man want to share his life with her?

  Shaking herself, she glanced up and saw that her Matthew McConaughey look alike was on his way back.

  Abatu nudged Jennifer’s dulled pulse of excitement and pushed harder when it realized that Jennifer was getting ready to bolt. The demon grunted with the effort of infusing an inordinate amount of excitement and sensuality into Jennifer. When this seduction was all done, Abatu knew it was absolutely going to need every last drop of the big blonde’s blood.

  “You look like you were about to leave,” he said, smiling. “I’m glad you didn’t. The line was long at the bar and I don’t think I could drink anything named Gingerini.” He handed her the drink with a slight grimace.

  Jennifer took the highball glass and murmured her thanks. She began to sip as she scanned the room, conscious of her ankle holster, all of a sudden but its proximity made her feel secure. She noticed Mr. Moneybags was leaving the casino with the stunning woman. They were headed towards the main entrance. She glanced at her watch. Eleven-thirty. It was still relatively early. She wondered where he was going while noticing a shifty-eyed Goodfella following close behind the pair. With a soft snort, she shook her head and wondered why she even cared.

  She glanced back at the man who was patiently waiting for her to reply. She had been looking around through her lashes so he hadn’t noticed she had been tracking the wealthy man. He cleared his throat and she glanced up at him as she tapped the screen again and watched the reels spin. She glanced back at Mr. Moneybags and caught only the woman elegantly stepping through the casino doors as she disappeared into the night.

  “Hey, you won a thousand dollars!”

  She glanced quickly back at the screen and saw the flashing amount. It then clicked that the dinging
bells were on her machine. She smiled up at him and than focused back on the machine.

  Is this some kind of sign?

  The Fury, tuckered out, gave a craggy smile. Manipulating the video machine was much harder than manipulating mechanical wheels but with a light finesse the Fury had been able to get the right combination in time. The Fury had hoped for a bigger amount, but this would do. The seduction had to go off without a hitch tonight. With a final surge, Abatu implanted its own burning passionate need into its host and watched as Jennifer’s reticence faded away. In awe, Abatu watched as the dormant, undamaged, Jennifer emerged from its cocoon.

  “You must be my lucky charm today. So tell me, what’s my charm’s name?”

  “Derrick Palmer. Yours?”

  Without hesitation, the Fury pushed a name into her mind.

  “Theresa Sayge.”

  “Unusual name…sage? Like the herb?”

  “No. It’s spelled with a “y” in front of the “ge”.”

  “Ah, S-a-y-g-e? Beautiful, like its owner. Where’s your family from?”

  “Originally England, but you know the story, they ended up here.”

  “Which lot? Carpetbagers? Servants? Religious fanatics? Or, criminals?”

  “How am I supposed to know?” she said laughing genuinely.

  “It’s your family, why wouldn’t you want to know? I think it’s the carpetbaggers. You seem wily and have a pretty quick tongue…” Derrick’s eyes lingered on her lips as he spoke. He passed his tongue over his lips and looked down at the screen. “You might want to collect your winnings and beat it out of dodge before you lose it all. You know how casinos are; you’ll play harder if you think you can win a bigger pot.”

  Jennifer tapped the collect winnings button on the machine and listened as the electronic falling coins sound filled her ears for the next fifteen seconds. She collected her winning ticket and wedged it into her clutch. She stood up with her drink in hand. Leaning down she looked Derrick straight in the eyes.

  “What if my wiles are up to no good tonight? What would you do?”

  Feeding off of Jennifer’s vibes, he answered in kind. “I guess I would have to spank you.” Jennifer grabbed his shirt collar and pulled him up to her level. She pressed her lips to his and was surprised. His breath was sweet with a hint of whiskey sour. His lips were soft and yielding while the rest of him that she could feel through his silk shirt was hard and sculpted. Jennifer gave herself over to the kiss closing her eyes and letting the room fade away as she reveled in the pleasure of a man’s touch for the second time in well over a decade. His tongue came to dance with hers playfully, at first, but heat flashed through both of them. The kiss deepened. Jennifer broke away when she felt the room tilt. She pushed him back and took an unsteady breath.

  “Whoa, cowboy, we just met.”

  “Just following your lead Ms. Sayge. And my, what a fine lead it was.”

  Jennifer glanced up at him as she took an unsteady long sip of her drink. It took two more sips to tamp down the flames licking at her belly making her want to do things with and to this man she barely knew. She knew she was in trouble when she felt a big dollop of moisture slide out of her soaking the plain Jane underwear. She licked her lips and decided she wanted Derrick Palmer come hell or high water.

  “Know any good little place for us to drop in around here?” Knowing full well that her request was a bad idea, Jennifer didn’t retract it. She waited, praying he would pull back and do the honorable thing.

  “The hotel here is definitely too conspicuous.” He drummed his hand on the top of the video slot machine.

  Dragging her attention from his full bottom lip, Jennifer watched his nimble fingers prance up and down as he thought. The cop in her took note of the pale telltale circle around the third finger of his left hand. The Fury pushed the new knowledge deep down but Jennifer didn’t buy it so the Fury infused more desire and longing into the host to counteract the aversion Jennifer was feeling.

  >>Hmm…definitely for you.<<

  Derrick glanced at her and saw she was staring at his naked left ring finger. He stopped drumming his fingers. He took a long swallow of his drink and lifted her chin. “So, I’m married. Does that change anything?”

  Derrick stood up and pulled Jennifer close so close she could feel his excitement; it was a long full arousal.

  Another fat drop moistened Jennifer’s undies.

  He bent his head and nuzzled her neck letting his tongue elicit whimpers of pleasure from the now pliable woman in his arms. His rugged 5’11” frame was not too big for her small stature. Jennifer was not frightened in the least.

  Abatu kept infusing Jennifer with its passion for the man who was more endowed than the demon expected. It cackled with glee and pressed the Jennifer some more to ensure the man would remain interested.

  Jennifer angled her head and captured his mouth again. Careful not to spill what was left of her drink on him she took a chance and plunged her tongue into his warm mouth pouring her desire into one searing kiss.

  “The Riviera, on Atlantic — that’s private enough. Do you know it?” he asked when Jennifer let him up for air several minutes later.

  “If it works for you it works for me.”

  “Meet you out front by valet parking in twenty minutes?”

  “What will I look for?”

  “A black CL 250.”

  She raised an eyebrow.

  He just smiled more broadly as he dropped his hand from her waist. He nodded to her, set his empty glass down and subtly adjusted himself before sauntering away.

  Jennifer watched him until he disappeared into the crowd before taking quick long strides over to the cashier still aflutter from her financial and romantic good fortune.

  ***

  Saturday, November 10th, 1:00 A.M.

  The drive over to the Riviera was fast and uneventful. His hand was on her thigh during the short ride. It slid higher a few times and his long fingers played with her already swollen lips hidden from his direct touch by the damp filmy, floaty, fabric.

  Check-in was quick and completed in cash. They split the bill 50-50. The ride up the elevator was fraught with restrained sexual tension. His hand hovered near her elbow and it moved over a smidge stopping mere centimeters from the soft swell of her breast. Her hand sliding from his waist and meandering across the upper swell of his muscular bottom before skimming back up to his trim waist.

  Their elevator companions seemed just as anxious to get to their room as well but they were more overt in their gyrations. Grinding was most definitely their preferred method of foreplay.

  When the elevator opened onto their floor, Derrick and Jennifer raced each other out found the door but got sidetracked by each other. Derrick slipped his hand under her shirt and was encircling the hardening bud. His other hand sought out her furnace below.

  Knowing he had to relinquish one of her assets so he could use the keycard, Jennifer felt his frustration at having to stop even momentarily. After several long moments, he finally removed his right which was now quite moist and pulled the keycard from his jacket pocket. He re-angled Jennifer against the door so he could maneuver the keycard in place. With a loud click, they tumbled into the room not bothering to flick on the lights while groping and liberating one another from their superfluous garments.

  Kicking the door shut Derrick didn’t notice Jennifer’s ankle holster nor did he notice the subtle shift in her as the Fury took over sending Jennifer deep into the recesses of her mind under a thick spell of sleep.

  Derrick dragged her to the bed and threw her on it. Abatu laughed and watched him catch his breath as the demon arched Jennifer’s back. In only a sensible bra and panties the host’s lithe brown body was on full display.

  Derrick climbed onto the bed and knelt in front of Jennifer. He grabbed her legs and slid the drenched cotton undies off. Next he pulled her up; slowly reaching behind her he deftly unhooked her black sports bra and flicked it to the side. Pulling back
, Derrick stared at her breasts. Jennifer’s small mounds were plump and firm. Abatu undulated hypnotically.

  Derrick sighed as the bulge in his underwear shot forward a good inch and a half.

  Abatu saw him wince yet he moved his hand languidly to another area of interest.

  Abatu watched him as he lazily ran his fingers through the thick dark brown curls that covered her lower dark wet lips.

  He leaned down, parted them and placed his lips against hers.

  Abatu threw Jennifer’s head back as the sensations began to thrum through their combined being as Derrick began to suckle on her. The demon whimpered with urgent need stemming from centuries of neglect.

  Abatu felt the full extent of the man’s expertise as Jennifer’s center exploded in rapturous pleasure several minutes later.

  Derrick lapped up Jennifer’s feminine juices and slinked his way north towards her unattended torso. Placing his mouth on her left breast he sucked the taut nipple as he positioned himself to enter her warm pulsating body and join her in the pleasure zone. Derrick pulled his hips back and gently eased himself in enjoying the excruciating agony of the slow entry. Derrick inhaled sharply as Jennifer’s feminine walls resisted him sending ripples of pleasure along his shaft. Pleasure pulsated throughout his body.

  “Oh…you’re so tight!” He held his breath as he pressed more firmly.

  Beneath him, Abatu tried to relax Jennifer’s body and allow the coupling to take place but Jennifer was fighting it and the demon!

  Jennifer’s was groggily waking up. Even in her demon-induced stupor, Jennifer felt the sensations and thought her Uncle was at it again. Panic seared through her. She needed to wake up and defend herself! Jennifer resisted the unwanted to pulsations and the full scale invasion of her body while trying to claw through what felt like layers of water-logged wool blankets that seemed to weigh her eyelids down.

  The Fury grabbed the man’s hand and placed it on Jennifer’s unattended breast.

  As Derrick kneaded the hard nipple and suckled the other one, he gave a hard thrust bringing him flush against her.