by Tina Donahue
“See,” Zoe said to Heather.
She pulled in her shoulders. “Sorry.”
“No reason to be,” Constance soothed. “You were only trying to help.” She leveled her gaze on Zoe. “We all are.”
That they were. Zoe’s office was filled with more clothes than the local Macy’s. Not knowing what to choose, she gestured helplessly. “I can’t make up my mind. Everything’s beginning to look the same to me.”
“Leave it to us,” Becca said. “We didn’t let you down last time.”
True. Even so, Zoe couldn’t relax. The other staffers were arriving along with the clients, howls, shrieks and wails filling the place.
Ordinarily, that would have been music to Zoe’s ears. Since she’d met Stefin, Anatol and Taro, she needed to hear their rough voices, their bodies slamming against the walls as they shoved each other out of the way.
What if she never heard that again because they weren’t going to show up? Could be Stefin had lied in his voicemail—he was a demon after all—and he and the others had decided to go back to Hell, preferring it there because of a female demon they’d met last night.
Zoe chewed her lip, barely able to stay still as MJ’s selections appeared on her and then disappeared when Becca, Constance or Heather shook their heads, which they did continually.
At last, Becca said, “Stop. That’s it.”
Constance nodded. Heather clapped her hands.
“Now for your hair,” MJ said and turned to the others. “Still elegant?”
Becca smiled. “Exactly—wait, sophisticated too.”
“I think the guys like hot,” Zoe said.
Constance sniffed. “Guys like what you teach them to like.”
Clearly, she’d never been with any demons.
Not having the energy to get into it, Zoe closed her eyes, surrendered to their decisions and waited for the outcome.
Minutes later, someone bumped her shoulder. “Go on,” MJ said, “look.”
Even before she could gather the courage, Zoe knew she had a lot of clothes on. Fabric brushed against her arms and all the way down her legs. Surely, they hadn’t dressed her in a burka. Not even the horniest demon would drool over that.
Sighing deeply, she opened her eyes and stared at her reflection in the cheval mirror MJ had set up. They’d dressed her in a silky blouse and pants with stovepipe legs, both garments in midnight blue. The color enhanced Zoe’s complexion, making it seem less sallow, more delicate. Her black heels were only three inches high with the toe section cut out. They’d swept up her hair in a French roll with tendrils grazing her temples and cheeks.
Elegant and sophisticated, just as Becca had envisioned. Yet oddly sexy too.
Zoe smiled.
“We’re here,” Stefin announced from the end of the hall.
Zoe grinned like a lovesick teen and then whispered frantically, “Get rid of this stuff before they see it. I want them to think I look this way all the time.”
“Since yesterday?” Constance said.
“Quiet.” Becca ordered. “MJ, lose this stuff.”
“Your wish is my—”
“Zoe?” Stefin called out.
She bounced on her heels. Popping sounds filled the room. A second later, all the clothes and mirror were gone.
“Hold it,” MJ said, grabbing Zoe’s arm before she could leave her office. “What do you need for tonight?”
“I don’t know.”
“Wait here,” Constance said. She hurried past them into the hall. “Hey, guys,” she called out. “Good to see you.”
What was she doing? Zoe strained to hear but only caught murmurs. First, Constance’s high-pitched ones followed by the guys’ that were so deep Zoe’s pussy ached for more of what she’d had last night.
Suddenly, everything went quiet and then footfalls approached.
Zoe backed away from the door, so did Becca, Heather and MJ. Constance hurried inside and beamed at Zoe. “You lucky girl.”
“Why? What happened?”
“I know where they’re taking you tonight.” She wagged her finger at Zoe.
What was that supposed to mean? Zoe bounced on her heels again. “Where are they taking me?”
“You’ll see…in time. Don’t worry, we’ll make sure you’re well prepared.” She went to MJ and whispered in her ear.
For the first time ever, MJ actually blushed. Turning to Zoe, she cooed, “Lucky girl.”
Chapter Ten
Stefin was discussing tonight’s plans with Taro and Anatol when Zoe left her office. Involuntarily, it seemed. She lurched into the hall as though someone had shoved her. After baring her teeth at whomever it was, Zoe smoothed her clothes—she looked fucking awesome—and faced him and the other guys, trying to appear all casual.
The blazing flames in her eyes contradicted that nonchalance, as though she was recalling last night’s events, especially Stefin’s part in them. He’d had her first and had enjoyed her all evening with reckless lust, yearning desire. Once they were through with the shift, tonight would be the same, only hotter.
Zoe wiggled toward them far more gracefully than she had in her other heels. Those shoes had been the talk of the crowd last night with the ladies coveting them, while the guys had envied him, Anatol and Taro for simply being with Zoe. Even if the others hadn’t responded that way, Stefin wouldn’t have cared. Being able to party and spend time with her had been a revelation. Not only had Stefin’s body hungered for everything she was, his mind had too, something that had never happened with another woman. Zoe was a lot of fun, up for anything, almost one of the boys, but all woman too, a real tigress when it came to sex. She’d sucked his cock so much and he’d used it in her openings so well, the damn thing was just about raw. Nice.
He grinned, liking her outfit, pure business but sexy, like a toned-down Dominatrix. “Looks like your feet are doing better today.” Her shoes were adorable, the cutouts in the toes making his cock stir despite how sore it was. He leaned toward her. “How’s the rest of you faring?”
She blushed prettily. However, her wistful smile turned into a grimace, oddly embarrassed.
Why? They were all demons, no reason to play coy. She sure as hell hadn’t at the Crucible, not only going along with the program but suggesting acts that had him and the others revved up, ready to go again despite their momentary fatigue.
Zoe cleared her throat. “What happened last night?”
Stefin exchanged a glance with Anatol and Taro who appeared as confused as he was. “You don’t recall anything?” he asked her.
Zoe’s face turned as red as her feet had once been. “Most of it. I think.” She studied them carefully. “What happened after the folk dance when you guys dropped me? Past that, everything’s a blank.”
Hell, she’d forgotten some really great parts.
“Should we tell her?” Anatol asked.
Stefin gestured for him to do so.
“You rode Taro as if he were a horse.” Anatol chuckled. “You kept smacking his ass with a wooden spoon you got from the waitress while you shouted, ‘Ride ’em cowboy’.”
She looked stunned and worried. “Were we dressed?”
Taro rocked on his heels, grinning broadly. “Nope. After I bucked and threw you, Anatol, Stefin and two other demons held your arms and legs while I went down on your pussy. Damn, it was sweet.”
With her hand to her throat, Zoe stepped back. Stefin and the others followed.
“You’d barely recovered from that orgasm,” Stefin said, “when you demanded I do sixty-nine with you. How could I refuse?”
Anatol leaned toward her. “Even after Stefin had come three times—bam, bam, bam—you refused to let go of his cock.”
“You kept hollering that you wanted to take it home with you,” Taro said.
Stefin nodded. “He
, Anatol and three other demons had to pry you away from my rod. Despite that, you kept fighting them to get to me again.” He gave her an indulgent smile. “I understand your overwhelming desire fully, but even I need to rest for a bit after so much activity.”
A low moan poured from her throat, clearly showing her embarrassment. Again, Stefin couldn’t understand why. Sure, she’d been a siren last night, but in the best possible way.
“That’s it?” she asked.
“You were on me next,” Anatol said. “You kept shouting for someone to give you a rope so you could tie me up. When no one brought you any, you tried to use my dreadlocks to bind my hands.”
“When that didn’t work,” Stefin said, “you used your power.”
She seemed horrified. “What did I do?”
“Not much,” he said, scratching his neck. “You kept us pinned against the wall while you took our cocks in your mouth and sucked our balls. By the way, that rocks.” He sighed, recalling the glorious sensations that had roared through him at her tongue on his boys. “We could have freed ourselves but didn’t want to upset you.”
She dug her fingers into her neck as if she wanted to strangle herself. “Did I say anything during all of this?”
“You kept shouting obscenities,” Stefin said and shrugged. “That alone told me you were having a good time.”
“Nothing other than that?” she asked.
Taro frowned. “Like what?”
“Never mind.” She kept stepping back. They kept following. Soon, all of them were turning in circles, her retreating, them pursuing.
Zoe stopped first, her hand on the wall, head down as if she were dizzy. “How’d I get home? Who put me to bed?”
“We all did,” Anatol said.
Stefin explained. “It took the three of us to hold you down until you finally passed out.”
She groaned. “And then you left. I was coming on too strong.”
Not in his world. “Don’t worry,” he joked, smacking her ass playfully. “Tonight, we’re in charge, as soon as we’re out of here.”
Their first client had arrived, an oversexed vamp. What else? Stefin strode down the hall to the reception area. The vamp bared his fangs at a female staffer, his base nature obvious. Clearly disinterested, she made the sign of the cross with her forefingers even as she tried to remain polite.
“Wait,” Zoe said.
Stefin stopped at her yanking on his shirt. A little more and she’d pull it off him. Looking over, he smiled. “As much as I’m ready to play again, we don’t have time for it now. Unfortunately, Becca expects us to work before we can take off for the evening.”
“Yeah, I get that. Where are you and the guys taking me tonight?”
“Everywhere we can.” Wasn’t that obvious? Taro and Anatol clearly got it. They’d followed and were nodding.
Zoe huffed out a sigh. “I meant the place.” Embarrassment flooded her features again. “Are we going back to the Crucible? Will they even allow that after what I—we—I did?”
“The owner said our next meal’s on him,” Anatol offered. “We really livened up the place.”
“That we did,” Stefin agreed. “However, the Crucible is kindergarten next to where we’ll be going tonight.”
“Guys,” the staffer called out as she leaned away from the amorous vamp. “Got a sec?”
“Where?” Zoe asked.
Stefin pried her fingers off him and chucked her chin. “You’ll see. Coming,” he shouted to the staffer as he made a beeline for the vamp, followed by Anatol and Taro
Wanting an answer, Zoe was right behind them until someone grabbed her arm.
“Walk, don’t run,” Constance whispered. “Play it cool. Guys like that.”
Zoe got in her face. “Where are they taking me?”
“A place like no other,” MJ said, cryptic as usual, as she and Becca hurried past. ‘Have fun,’ Becca mouthed over her shoulder.
Heather smiled sweetly. “I’m so happy for you.”
“Me too,” Constance said. She released Zoe’s arm and raced after the others.
Zoe sagged against the wall, wondering how she was supposed to play it cool when she’d behaved so idiotically last night, riding Taro like a pony, trying to pull off Stefin’s cock, imprisoning them with her power so she could attack. Cringing at the thought, she wanted to run away and hide but fought the urge. At least she hadn’t confessed her love. If she had, Zoe figured none of the guys would be here this morning. They certainly wouldn’t be taking her to wherever in the fuck they were going tonight.
Stefin waved his hands toward himself as he backed into a treatment room, guiding Anatol and Taro to follow. They held the vamp between them. He squirmed like a freshly harvested soul, doing all that he could to sink his fangs into them.
Taro elbowed him hard. “Stop that.”
“No,” he wailed. “It’s my last chance to enjoy myself before you guys torture me.”
“Treat you,” Anatol corrected.
“Zoe,” Stefin called out. “We’re about ready.”
She joined them in the room. Anatol and Taro scuffled with the vamp, who was trying his damndest to get free. A typical reaction for a new client. Everyone wanted to change for the better, until the time came to do so. Then it was fuggedaboutit. Kind of like mortals who were eager to get into shape until they actually got to the gym.
As a rule, Zoe didn’t have a lot of patience. Tonight was even worse. The more this dude struggled, the longer this shift would be.
“Last chance,” she growled at him. “Settle down or else.”
He bared his fangs, saliva dripping from them.
Like that was going to impress her. In one swift movement, Zoe rammed her heel into the top of his foot while slamming his midsection with her shoulder. Howling, he flailed his arms, trying to regain his balance, but he couldn’t. The small of his back hit the table. His feet got tangled with each other and the legs of the furniture. He went down like a rock.
Giving him no chance to recover, Taro hauled the vamp up, tossed him on the table and secured his restraints.
“About tonight,” Zoe said, turning to Stefin. “Where. Are. We. Going?”
He gave her a wicked grin. “Don’t you mean where are we taking you? Literally.”
It was obvious that being blunt wasn’t getting her anywhere. Easing into him, Zoe ran her fingers down the buttons on his shirt and made goo-goo eyes as Heather was always doing with Daemon. “Please tell me?”
He leaned so close their lips nearly touched. If she’d had a soul, it would have sung. Now she had him.
“No.” Stefin straightened. “It’s a surprise.” He eyed her curiously. “Having second thoughts about tonight?”
Those would probably come tomorrow. Figuring he wasn’t going to give up the goods, she sighed. “Can you at least keep an eye on me while we’re out? Make sure I don’t drink too much?”
“Not to worry, you won’t make one move unless we allow it.”
“That’s right,” Anatol said from behind.
Taro murmured, “Yep.”
Stefin swatted her ass playfully again. “Tonight, it’s our show.”
That didn’t make things a whole lot better as far as Zoe was concerned. Sure, she was dying to jump their bones again and have them maul hers, but she needed a little insight into what was going down. After what had happened at the Crucible, she didn’t want to make a fool of herself again, and not because they’d dump her. Clearly, they weren’t picky when it came to a woman’s behavior. Zoe’s concern was for herself.
She wanted to act like a winner, not a loser or a lunatic.
According to Constance, that meant playing it cool. Fat chance of that if Zoe didn’t know the program.
No matter how much she bugged MJ and Constance, neither of them would tell her a thin
g. Becca was also uncharacteristically quiet, not that keeping her peace mattered. Each time they made eye contact, Becca blushed scarlet, looked as if she wanted to offer advice but then hurried away without saying a word.
The shift couldn’t have dragged more. Every freaking supernatural bitched about the treatments not working fast enough or being too brutal. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Eventually, the whining became background noise to Zoe, her thoughts drifting to thick cocks in her mouth, cunt and anus, hands roaming her boobs and ass, fingers stroking her clit. She sighed.
“Hey!” her last client howled. A natural reaction, since he was a were. “Turn it off before you fucking kill me!”
Oops. She’d set the therapy lamp for ninety minutes, instead of fifty, which was the ideal time to build resistance to a full moon. Being exposed to so much light had produced the opposite effect. Hair sprouted from every part of his body, even his lips and tongue. He spit it out and howled again.
Anatol hurried into the room, followed by Stefin and Taro. They took one look at her screw-up and shook their heads.
“Bad, bad girl,” Taro said.
Zoe’s mouth watered at his smooth, rich voice, the lovely ridge between his legs.
With his hands on her shoulders, Stefin turned her around and pushed her gently to the door. “We’ll take care of this while you get ready. We leave in ten minutes.”
Before she could ask about their destination, MJ was at the door, her hand clamped around Zoe’s. “Let’s go.”
Zoe held back. “Where?”
They ended up in her office again. Becca, Constance and Heather were already inside. However, there weren’t any clothes or mirrors. Zoe shrank back. “Don’t tell me I’m supposed to show up nude.” Being stripped bare when she was alone with the guys was one thing. They made Zoe so loopy with lust she didn’t spend any time worrying about her appearance. At the Crucible, she’d been so wasted, they could have shaved her head and Zoe wouldn’t have noticed.
“Nope, you won’t be nude,” MJ said. “Way better than that.”
She thought for a moment and made a face. “Skinned?”
Constance laughed. Heather looked like she wanted to gag. Becca pinched the bridge of her nose.