Welcome to Prefect City

by Stephanie Burke

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  Jennifer stood in front of the first floor elevators, a five-year-old child in her arms. It was Jennifer, though a non-pregnant one with light brown hair. But the smile was the same.

  “Jessica!” So was the voice.

  “We were so worried about you,” she gushed. “Weren’t we, Jack?” She smiled as she spoke softly to the child riding her hip.

  “Um, hello, Jack.” Her face plainly showed confusion as Jessica looked at her ever-changing younger baby half-sister. “Cute kid. Where did he come from?”

  “Oh, Jessica!” Jennifer chuckled. “You know your own nephew when you see him! You are always such the kidder.”

  “But you were just knocked up?”

  “Five years ago, Jess, and it seems like only hours ago. My, how time passes, and how quickly they grow.”

  Another kiss for the baby, then Jennifer was smiling at her older half-sister again.

  “Um, yeah.” Shaking her head, Jess figured now would be as good ‘a time as any to tell about the youngest in the family. “Well, there is a dead body upstairs.”

  “Another one? James just fell from the elevator. His family is distraught. The funeral will be in an hour. I do hope you can make it.”

  “Um…” One hour? “Well, the dead body? You see. It’s Jamie.”

  “What? No! Not Jamie!” Jennifer looked distant for a moment. “Oh dear. This is going to make things awkward for the press conference. Why don’t you go on up and tell Satina. I’ll handle things on this end.”

  Jennifer turned and walked away, ignoring the people staring at James’ twisted body at the bottom of the shaft. And damned if he hadn’t fallen perfectly flat on his back, too! No signs of distress were on his face, no splattered body parts or bits of brain, and his clothing was amazingly neat and clean.

  Shrugging, she made her way back to the working elevator and pressed the up button. A few seconds after the doors closed, she was really not surprised when it stopped between floors.

  “Darious.” She sighed. “Come on out now.”

  “How did you know I was there?” he asked as he took her into his arms.

  “Because the sex music began to play.”

  Sure enough, the small, enclosed space was filled with the sound of a slow, haunting, jazzy beat.

  “I don’t… Well, as nice as sex is, and I want to have some right now, I have to tell you to beware of the ancient evil.”

  “Jamie was not ancient, Darious. Annoying and spoiled, but ancient, no.”

  “That is not… Are you okay? You look… shaken.”

  “Gee, Darious. I don’t know. I just saw two people die and I am stuck in this stupid city. I just want to go home.”

  “I am so sorry for your losses and your experiences, Jessica. I wish that there was a way I could make all of your troubles disappear.” He pulled her to his chest and buried his face in her hair. “You smell so good…”

  That was all it took. She needed the comfort of his arms. The feelings he evoked were so familiar to her, so stable. They were the only normal things in this world.

  She threw her arms around him, burying her face in the smooth musculature of his chest. He was so hot, his skin so soft beneath her fingertips. Her hands traveled down over his stomach, pushing his shirt aside as her fingers latched into his waistband.

  “I want it now,” she whispered, peppering kisses along his chest. “I need to feel you inside me.”

  Almost instantly, wetness flooded her pussy. His hands, so large and firm, ran down, then up her back, the intensity of his touch felt even through the terrycloth of the robe. She closed her eyes, her breath harsh as his fingers gripped the collar and slowly pulled the cloth away, exposing her rich brown skin to his gaze.

  “You remain one of the most beautiful creatures I have ever beheld,” he breathed, dropping a series of butterfly kisses along her exposed shoulders.

  She tilted her head back as his lips climbed her neck and rose softly to her lips. He licked them first, running his tongue over her full, parted lips before he gently pressed his own to them.

  “Mmm.” Her moan filled his mouth as his hands pulled the robe from her body. It fell to the ground while his tongue penetrated, teasing her tongue into a wet duel.

  Her hands ripped his shirt from his back, uncaring where it landed. His hands ran down her back, his nails lightly scoring her skin, until they drifted low enough to grip her ass. Her hands forced their way between them to paw at his zipper until his pants drifted to his ankles, taking the thin white boxers he wore as well.

  His hard cock pressed into her stomach, causing him to hiss and thrust against her. He was so hard and unyielding, and soon he would be buried deep inside of her.

  “God, I want to fill you,” he breathed into her ear. He pushed her back a little, just enough to cup her pussy in his hands, his middle finger rubbing circles around her clit.

  “Darious!” she hissed, and her knees went weak. Her body trembled against him, a woman caught in a gentle storm of desire, the quiet fire of his passion filling the void of darkness within her.

  “I’m ready,” she insisted. One long finger parted her. “Now, please.”

  Her nails bit into his rounded shoulders and she slumped against him, unable to hold her own weight. She felt the wetness of precum flowing from the head of his cock, painting sticky droplets against her belly, and knew that he was just as affected. Wordlessly, he bent at the knees, gripped the backs of her thighs, and lifted.

  “Darious, hurry,” she urged, squeezing her eyes closed in anticipation of the thick meat of him forcing his way deep into her tight confines.

  “Whatever you wish.” He shifted, lifting her higher until the head of his cock just breached her pussy.

  “I worship you.” His breath sounded harshly in the elevator car. For a moment, time stood still as the anticipation built.

  The need to be filled, the desire to feel the long thick slide of him entering her… “G-God, please hurry!”

  She squirmed in his grasp, trying to force the connection, trying to force him where she needed him most.

  “Yes.”

  That one word, and then he was lowering her down, hissing between his teeth as he felt her slide inch by inch down his shaft.

  “Gah!” His eyes closed, his head tossed as the hot, wet, tight stranglehold she had on his cock sent fire through his spine.

  Her head was whipping from side to side, her breasts bobbing as she squealed and tried to force him in deeper. This was exactly what she needed!

  Leaning his back against the far wall to support some of his weight, Darious set up a pounding rhythm, slamming as deep into her as he could.

  “God, yes! Harder! Harder, Darious!” she screamed. “Fuck me!”

  Her whole body jerked as the punishing rhythm took her breath away, and she gasped at each deep penetration.

  A tingling took over her legs. They tightened around his waist, going for more leverage to keep him pounding into her. The wet slap of their bodies was loud in the enclosed area. She shuddered as his huge balls slapped against her ass, straining the nerves there. His hands squeezed her thighs, leaving bruises she was sure, but at this point she didn’t care.

  Lights exploded behind her eyes, her inner muscles gripped and convulsed around him. She felt the tension in her build and knew that soon she would be coming.

  “I can’t,” she gasped. “I can’t, I can’t! Oh, Darious!”

  She screamed as her stomach clenched and the first waves of her release tore through her.

  “So good,” he gasped, his hands tightening around her thighs. Her inner muscles began milking him, tearing his orgasm right out of his cock. Balls churning, he exploded, sending shot after shot of hot cream deep inside, groaning as the strength left his limbs and he slowly slid down the elevator wall. “Jessica.”

  Jessica exhaled deeply, going limp against her lover. She struggled to stay in her fantasy, but this unreal reality was intruding once again.
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  “I don’t think I can do this.” She closed her eyes and buried her face deeper into his neck, inhaling his musky scent, struggling to maintain the afterglow as long as possible.

  “All you have to do is endure,” his low breathless voice rasped from above. “Endure, Jessica. See this to the end. Great things are waiting for you.”

  “Great… things,” she muttered and closed her eyes, lethargy taking over. “If I can survive it.”

  She settled against his body for a quick nap, relishing the feel of his strong arms wrapped around her.

  Yet it was no surprise when she awoke a few moments later to find Darious and almost all evidence of him gone. She rose to her feet, grimacing at the slick feel of his seed sliding down her legs.

  “Well,” she muttered as she adjusted her robe and straightened her shoulders. “At least I came before he went.”

  Chapter Nine

  Well, she was feeling a whole lot better now, she decided as the elevator doors opened onto the boardroom.

  Satina, still dressed in her red power suit, was standing there. “Jessica. I’ve been waiting for you.”

  “You and everyone else.”

  “Pardon?”

  “Never mind, I just need to use a restroom.”

  “Of course.” Satina gestured to a door to the right and Jessica made her way there.

  After taking a few moments with a wet hand towel, she straightened her ragged robe as much as she could and prepared to face the paper signing. Maybe, just maybe, then she could get some peace.

  She stared into the small mirror and took a good look at herself.

  Her hair was still in curlers. She would take them out, blink, and the damn things would return like a pack of pink homing pigeons. Her makeup was still perfection, just enough to look natural and enhance her usual prettiness. Her teeth were shining white, like something out of a toothpaste ad or Miami’s Center for Cosmetic Surgery. She was going to soon have wealth and power beyond belief.

  And all she wanted was her couch, her snack foods, and Darious to come with her to keep her warm. But Darious said she had to see this through to the end, and that was what she was going to do.

  Mentally girding her loins, she exited the bathroom.

  “Satina,” she said in her best brisk accountant’s voice. “Is there a place that I can get some decent clothing? And I refuse to go back to the apartments upstairs. There’s a body being removed and I would rather not see it.”

  “Jessica.” Jennifer again, and this time from thin air. “The body has been removed and the place is being cleaned. It’s a shame about Jamie shooting herself like that. I wonder what that girl was thinking?”

  Jessica blinked at her older baby half-sister and just sighed. This time her hair was a combination of blondes and pinks. It was too fluffy and frou-frou, but in some strange way it fit her.

  Standing beside her was a young man about fifteen years old.

  “You and me both, Jennifer,” Jess sighed. “By the way, who’s the handsome young man?”

  “Oh, Auntie Jess,” the teen chided. “You are always one to tease. Like you don’t remember your nephew Jack.”

  Jack? The five-year-old?

  Whatever!

  “You grow so quickly,” she allowed, wondering if any more siblings would appear or if he would suddenly turn into a she.

  “Satina will take you to my rooms.” Jennifer nodded, as if all her plans were falling into place. “We’re about the same size and I have a lot of things in my closets.”

  Giggle, giggle, and smile. Jennifer’s clothing, if it in any way resembled her giggles, was going to be too… too… frou-frou.

  “I bet you do,” Jessica mumbled, shaking her head.

  “Upper floors again?” she asked as the black-haired, black-eyed lawyer guided her into the elevator, one surpassingly strong hand on her back.

  “No. Going down.”

  Jessica shrugged and sighed, resigning herself to wearing some bright, ultra feminine confection. She watched the elevator numbers flash as they sped downward, standing with her arms crossed in front of her in the typical elevator stance.

  “Five, four, three, two, one,” she said to herself, as Satina remained her usual quiet self. Jessica hadn’t known the lawyer for long, but from what she observed, the lady was usually quiet and reserved.

  But then something strange happened. The elevator kept on going.

  “Um, Satina?” she asked after they hit sublevel six. “Is it normal for an elevator to go subterranean?”

  “Oh,” she cooed. “It is when I am the one riding in it.”

  “Oh,” Jessica sighed. “Thank goodness. You have lower levels, like the Pentagon? Sweet. For a moment there I was getting worried.” She smiled as the red clad woman smiled kindly at her. “So, where are your offices? Sublevel six, is it?”

  “No. Seven.”

  “Wow.” She smiled, finding something that was almost normal here.

  “Seven. As in the seven gates… of hell!”

  Bum bum bummm.

  “Meep!”

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  Finally the elevator doors opened, and yes, it was hell.

  Jessica peeked out and saw fire shooting out of several well-placed and tasteful geysers. The floor seemed to be lined in brimstone, its sulfur smell giving the space the right hellish touch. And for extra atmosphere, there were demonic wails and screams in the background.

  Yup, it certainly looked like some level of some kind of hell.

  Jessica stood there blinking until a rough hand in the center of her back shoved her into the room, her gaudy shoes crunching on the volcanic rock.

  “Um, why am I in hell? Is it because of what I did to Bobby Brewster in the ninth grade? Look, I never knew that duct tape could rip pubic hair out like that!”

  “No.”

  “Um, because I claimed my three goldfish as dependents in order to get that earned child credit income tax break?”

  “Um, no.”

  “Is it because I switched my downstairs neighbor’s loud-ass dog’s usual pet shampoo with Nair?”

  “No, though we all got a good laugh out of that one.” Satina chuckled as she shoved Jessica to a stone altar that seemed to flow from nowhere. “We are here for a greater purpose, Jessica. We are here to use your body as a vessel for the rebirth of our lord in human form.”

  “Your lord?”

  “Beelzebub!”

  Bumm bumm…

  “Okay already!” Jessica screamed. “Enough with the bass hits! I am in hell for what?”

  “Ever see Rosemary’s Baby?”

  “Uh…”

  “Guess who gets to play Rosemary?”

  “Me, right? It’s me! I know it is! So tell me, is the Egyptian assassin my baby’s daddy?”

  “No.” Satina grinned that evil lawyer grin of hers. “That would be me.”

  “You? But I haven’t slept with you and you are definitely not a boy.”

  “Give it time,” the demon assured, her grin turning into a smirk.

  “What?”

  Satina tossed her up on the stone altar and smiled. She was still smiling as she pulled her red power skirt from her body and exposed a growing erection, a huge fucking growing erection.

  “Usually, I would just cast a spell over you,” Satina informed Jessica as she… he… it… began straightening the tight boots that hugged the slim thighs. “But I find myself unavoidably attracted to you.”

  “Try and avoid it! Try really, really hard!”

  Jessica’s eyes were as wide as saucers and her heart was racing as she stared at the demon that wanted to be the father of the lord of the nether realm!

  Oh, Hell no!

  She skidded backwards off the altar as Satina approached, hard cock waggling and leading the way. She turned to run, but the damn shoes tripped her up. She landed in some hot brimstone, scorching the skin of her hips as she skidded across the ground.

  “Damn shoes!” she hissed, reaching out to rem
ove them, but found that they wouldn’t budge from her feet. “What the hell…?”

  “Hell is good.” Satina stood over her, a maniacal grin on her face, stroking her cock slowly. “You, my dear, are wearing all the souls of those unfortunate individuals that are needed for the sacrifice. When I plunge this cock --” she stroked the thick, fifteen inch thing roughly, “inside your tempting body, you will absorb the souls and give my master life to be reborn!”

  “I hate to break this to you,” Jessica managed to say as she skittered backwards away from the spawn of hell. “But that will not fit in this coochie!”

  “Who said it was going in your coochie, as you so sweetly put it? I prefer going the back door route, myself.”

  Bum dumm, dummm!

  Jessica froze for a moment, then she began to scream. The sound reverberated around the chambers, drowning out the demonic wails that made up the atmospheric music. She screamed so loudly that even Satina was forced to cover her ears with both hands and close her eyes against the pain.

  Jessica took that opportunity to rise to her feet and dash back toward the elevator, hoping against hope that it would still be there.

  It was, and she slammed her palm on the up button desperately.

  Finally something went right! The doors almost instantly slid open. But who stepped out of them was more of a shock.

  It was…

  “Father?”

  “Jessica, my daughter!”

  “Fuck me!” she breathed. “It’s the priest from the painting!”

  Chapter Ten

  It was. Calder Prefect stood there, alive and in person! Jessica stumbled backwards a bit, still staring at the man.

  “Jessica, I have come to free you,” he said.

  “Good, because the lawyer grew a dick and I have souls on my feet that won’t come off, and they want me to be an unwed mother!” Jessica babbled in her fear as she heard the sounds of Satina approaching. She grabbed the priest’s arm. Priests were good against evil, right?