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"Let's get it on you then." Looked like he'd harbored that small knot of nerves for nothing. Cassian watched as Len took the collar in, watched as color rose on his cheeks but not the sort that came from affront or anger feeling the bit of uncertainty unwind the longer that it went. And when Len nodded, accepting the gift? Dissipated completely. There'd been a small quirk to his lips from Len's reassurance but now it stretched into a full grin.

Cassian unbuckled the collar with soft jingles filling up the room. He slipped it underneath Len's chin against his neck and then did up the buckle again, noting that the leather moved a bit stiffly since it hadn't been broken in. Give it time and more sessions and he knew it'd ease up, mold to its wearer and settle in as easily as a favorite jacket or a second skin.

"Daddy's happy you like it, sweetheart. I really am," Cassian murmured, nudging Len's chin up so he could adjust how the front was sitting. Couldn't have the tag askew at all, that wouldn't do. "From now on, we're gonna begin with this. You'll bring me your collar after you strip down and then I'll know for sure my Puppy's ready to play. I'll put it on you, just like this and..."

Another nudge, higher. Making Len's neck stretch for him to show off the elegant column of his neck. Keeping Len's chin pinched in his grasp, Cassian turned his head to the left and to the right, observing it at every angle. His voice dropped lower, rougher; dick practically pounding against the ridge of his zipper. Fuck, Len didn't have any idea how hot he looked like this.

His. "Fuck, it's perfect. You're perfect. Look at me, Puppy."

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Len wasn't sure how it would feel, to have a physical demonstration of ownership held tightly around his throat. They had toyed around with the idea before with temporary accessories, but this was very different---it was obvious just how much thought Cassian had put into deciding the specifics of the collar, and Len's heart ached with appreciation for everything the omega did for him. The least he could do in return was to behave.

He closed his eyes as he felt the cool leather rest against his skin, the strong scent of fresh leather filling his senses and drawing a quiet groan from between his lips. He liked it, even the stiffness of the unfamiliar shape was welcome, and he let out a heavy breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding when the buckle was neatly fastened.

He tilted his head back at the gentle nudge, feeling his heart beating quickly against his ribs as the anticipation rose higher. A strange sense of pride welled up in his chest as the tag was positioned just so, nodding slightly at the instruction that he would always fetch the collar during their future sessions. Be liked that as well. Another groan passed between his lips---more audible this time---when Cassian gripped his chin more firmly, arching his head back and tilting it left and right. Observing, judging. Len's lips were parted with heavy breathing, his eyelids drooped low at the intensity of having the collar around his throat.

_Look at me, Puppy._ His breath hitched and he swallowed, Adam's apple visibly bobbing against the collar. There was that return of tension for a few moments as Len forced his gaze towards Cassian's strong jawline. He knew that wasn't enough this time. Cassian had called him perfect, gave him something so beautiful... he could do it. Dark eyes slowly lifted those final few inches, hazy and lustful when they eventually settled on Cassian's. Len sucked in a sharp breath, fingers curling against the bedsheets as he now couldn't being himself to look away.

Cassian was gorgeous. He couldn't say as much, but he could offer a low whimper and try to pour as much adoration as he could into his expression.

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Cassian knew that he was pretty good-looking. He'd rate himself high if anyone asked him, though it wasn't the conventional sort of beauty everyone appreciated. He wasn't meticulously carved the way Len was with those glass-cutting cheekbones or eyes that fucking gorgeous. But when Len looked up at him like that with those same eyes, he couldn't help but jack his own personal rating up to like... 11, or 20. A hundred. Shit.

"There. There you are." Cassian praised. His voice downright tender while Len whimpered for him. It was entirely too much and while Cassian was a patient man for this when he needed to be for this, he wasn't a goddamn saint. "My good boy. Stay with me just like this, okay? I've got a treat for you for being so good tonight. For looking so good in you collar."

His buckle jingled as he worked it open with one hand, refusing to let go of his hold on Len's chin. Cassian let his thumb rest on the bottom of his alpha's lower lip and continued opening up the front of his pants until he could drag the hard length of his cock free from his boxers. Just not being cramped in his pants was pretty fucking good relief all on its own, but he knew there was much, much better waiting for him. With a small huff, Cassian let his fist pass over his length---significantly bigger than expected for an omega, who had cocks as mostly vestigial organs when they did. He was thicker more than he was long, taut skin flushed to a deep ruddy brown and wet at the tip.

Cassian pressed down on Len's lower lip, urging the alpha to open his mouth as he nudged his cock close. His dick throbbed as more slick beaded at the head. "Lick. Don't suck yet. Just lick me, puppy. Get me nice and wet. Taste how hard you got your Daddy here."

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Cassian would rate a 20 any day of the week, if Len was asked for his opinion. What wasn't there to love? The omega was stronger than society would give him credit for, tall and dark. Sometimes Len's thoughts drifted into unhelpful territory; _what did I do to deserve you?_ or _what do I even offer you in return?_---but Cassian always did a perfect job of silencing those self-deprecating moments. Len didn't need to be anything other than a good pup. It was so freeing, so comfortable.

He nodded slightly, making sure to maintain that adoring eye contact as Cassian promised him a reward for good behavior. The jingle of the belt sent a jolt of anticipation through Len's body, his hips squirming ever so slightly in a show of his excitement. His lower lip drifted downwards, mouth opening slightly where Cassian's thumb rested, and he chanced a feather-light flick of the tongue against that digit.

Then Cassian opened him pants and freed that perfect cock, the rush of scent almost making Len dizzy. A groan echoed from deep within his chest as his mouth was drawn open further, his gaze darting between Cassian's face and the omega's cock, which was so close and so damn tempting.

A low whine of pleasure passed between his lips when he was given the go-ahead to move forward, letting his tongue roll out like a red carpet. He dragged the flat of it against the glistening tip, visibly shuddering at the taste that flooded his senses to endorphins. He loved it, eyelids drooping as he flicked his tongue more firmly against the shaky. He eagerly swallowed down beads of fluid that met his efforts, his body almost vibrating with excitement as he worked so diligently.

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"Mm---" There was no helping the sound that left him when Len's tongue swiped over the head of his cock. A thick noise, one half-grunted, half-sighed. He twitched against that brush of contact, heating all over at the fucking sight Len made. In his collar, licking his dick like it was the best sort of dessert that could ever be offered up to him. What little bit he had to go in coming around to full-hardness was demolished between the tableau below him and Len's eager tongue painting his dick in soft warm swipes. "Fuck. Good Puppy... hungry Puppy too, aren't you? Can't resist your favorite bone."

Nor could Cassian resist the pun. Ridiculous as it was, it managed to almost be serious in such a low purr accompanied by the roaming comb of his fingers back in Len's hair. "Daddy's full. Can you tell? Feel how hard I am?" Cassian groaned. "All Daddy's done for the past two days is tease himself so he was full just for you, sweetheart."

Edging himself had been an adventure, honestly. He hadn't gone and teased Len with it like he usually did because he wanted it to be a small surprise for him, make him even hotter in this moment for it---but it had tested his patience. "Thought of you every time I did too. You and your mouth, how sweet you sound while you licked me nice and wet. But I think we can make this even better, hm?"

Cassian's gentle combing turned into a tight grip, one pulling Len's head back and up, bowing him so it was easy to dip down and claim the fresh slick of his mouth in a bruising kiss. A little mean but only because he knew Len enjoyed that slight edge, even if he couldn't admit it himself. His tongue plunged in, tasting the light trace of himself mixed with his alpha. A knee-weakening combo, if he was made of softer stuff.

Some blushing omega was going to be exceedingly lucky one day, but Cassian intended to enjoy every moment of Len until that time. His free hand had suck to the back of his jeans and worked out the small remote he'd tucked into his back pocket even before he went down to fetch Len out of the alley. They didn't use this tail-plug as often as the other one, so he wondered if Len had remembered that this one came with another added bonus which whirled to life in a gentle buzz inside of him as Cassian hit the button to turn it on to the first and lowest setting. Maybe he'd been anticipating it the entire time.

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'Your favorite bone'. Len came so close to snickering, the corners of his lips twitching ever so slightly at the godawful pun. It helped to lessen his anxiety, even if Cassian's sense of humor left much to be desired---it was all part of his charm, and Len adored every bit of it. Still, he was glad that he resisted the urge to laugh. Pups didn't laugh, after all, and he didn't want to spoil his good behavior.

Instead, he gave an answering moan as he continued to flick his tongue against the tip of Cassian's cock, greedily swallowing down his reward with so much eagerness. He was always hungry for what the omega offered, and he shuddered as he let his eyes slip closed to better lose himself in the heavy scent that filled his other senses. His own cock was achingly hard between his legs, twitching and dripping onto the bedsheets below. He knew there would be a mess there, but hopefully Cassian would forgive him. Puppies could have accidents when they got overexcited.

Speaking of overexcited; his breath caught in his throat at the mental image of Cassian edging himself---to thoughts of him, no less. Constantly keeping himself on the tipping point, holding it all in just for him. Len opened his eyes again, raising them until he was peering up at the other man, then gave a long whine as if to bring Cassian back to those imaginings of how sweet he could sound.

That whine turned to a heady grunt, somewhere between delight and pain, when the fingers in his hair abruptly gripped tight. The jerking motion had his lips parting with a hot gasp, barely having the time to compose himself before lips pressed so firmly against his own. He moaned into the kiss, his own tongue eagerly meeting Cassian's in a messy, desperate kiss. His canines occasional caught the omega's tongue in his eagerness to press forward, only faltering when the rush of vibrations suddenly started to rumble deep inside his body.

Len gasped, eyes widening as he jerked his head back to break the kiss. He couldn't help himself; he needed to gasp for air, his hips jerking and writhing at the unexpected rush of sensation. It was obvious that he hadn't remember that particular quirk of the tail, and he gritted his teeth as his hips rutted forward, rubbing himself against the bed. "Mmn---! Nngh!" Desperate grunt and whimpers met the vibrations, and he looked hopelessly up into Cassian's face, so close to losing control without even being touched.

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"Shh, Puppy, shhh." Len would see nothing but merciless benevolence in Cassian's smile even as he soothed him, chasing the way he jerked back to drop kisses along his jaw, the trembling of his neck. Savoring each and every whine that had his dick jerking and leaking almost as bad as Len's was until Cassian reached down to throttle it, able to soothe himself when Len wasn't. He stroked the wet left behind from his Puppy's eager mouth along his shaft. Huffing, with a nip to Len's throat before he straightened up.

Hints of iron still sat on his taste buds from their previous kiss. He liked it when Len forgot himself enough to not mind those sharper alpha teeth. Another night and he would have set Len's mouth open and waiting for him to drop a taste of his blood-tinged spit for him to swallow down. Tonight, Cassian remained focused on setting his puppy back into a proper position. The vibration shut off, but they both knew it'd only be a momentary reprieve.

"You can take it. It's harder without a cock ring on you, isn't it sweetheart? But your knot's not even filling out. You're good, Puppy. Making such a mess, but good for me. You can take this. Big, big breaths and no holding it, that only gets you closer." Hands set on his shoulders pulled him out of the arch to his back. On his temples to right the position of his head. His cheeks, simply to stroke over the smooth of his skin. And finally his chin to urge his jaw and mouth open once more.

"You remember what to do if you get too close, don't you? Two taps right here." Cassian picked up one of Len's hands to put it on his hip, then decided to allow Len both of his hands on him and guided the other one to him. His cock was back in front of the alpha's mouth and Cassian gave it another pump with an indulgent groan before finding a satisfying rhythm that wouldn't get in Len's way. The remote to the vibe remained in his other hand.

"Back to licking. No more. You'll have to last long enough to get to the next setting if you want Daddy to fuck your mouth." And as soon as Len's tongue is back on his dick, he'll turn the plug on once more.

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It was a special kind of helplessness that came close to overwhelming Len when Cassian looked down at him with that effortless smile. He was caught between wanting so desperately to be good and the fierce demands of his body that weren't supposed to be denied. He groaned, long and deep, as those kisses were feathered across his jawline, letting his head tip backwards to bare his throat. There were tears pricking at the corners of his eyes as he clenched his lower stomach, forcing his hips down as Cassian maneuvered him back into position.

The vibrations had stopped, mercifully and briefly, which gave him chance to catch his breath. He could feel the lustful weight of his knot throbbing at the base of his cock---not yet flared out as he managed to restrain himself. Cassian's voice was everything he needed at that moment, reassuring and confident in his own ability to behave. He opened his mouth a little wider to take in larger gasps of air at the suggestion, his tongue hanging against his lower lip as if he were a real dog.

Strong, guiding hands reached for his fave to angle his head properly, smoothing some of the tension from his cheeks. Len couldn't help but turn briefly to press a damp kiss to Cassian's fingers before they withdrew, focus shifting again to his mouth as he chin was tilted up.

"Nngh---rrrff-" His pseudo-bark was a low rumble, thick with so much want as his gaze lowered to watch Cassian slowly stroke his cock in a steady rhythm. His fingers twitched where they had been placed on the omega's sides, squeezing a little too tightly before Len realized and relaxed his grip. The last thing he wanted was to hurt Cassian. A helpless moan tumbled between his lips at the prospect of Daddy fucking into his mouth, and Len's breath hitched as he leaned forward again to drag the flat of his tongue from the tip, along the underside, and eventually to nuzzle against Cassian's navel. He was about to repeat the move in reverse when the vibrations suddenly started again, and he jumped in surprise before managing to calm himself down.

His own cock still ached, his thighs and stomach tense, but that brief pause had helped to ground him enough that he didn't think he was going to snap. Hopefully not. Len shuddered and shut his eyes, trying to ignore his own needs to instead focus on Cassian. He liked over the other man's twitching length, lapping up drops of fluid that gathered at the tip to swallow down the omega's taste. His fingers would occasionally tightened or flex against slim hips, but Len would always try not to press too hard as he continued his pleasured task.

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Cassian was no masochist---if he veered any direction it was towards the other side---but he if he ever managed to make Len forget himself enough to leave more than a few errant marks or nicks, he'd take it as one of the highest compliments. It didn't matter how much he tormented him, no matter how many times he edged him, or bound him up---Len would keep giving him the those soft needing moments in the middle of their play like he did kissing at his fingers or nuzzling into his stomach. Cassian couldn't really recall that Len ever snapped his teeth at him like other alphas would do when he started pressing against their instincts too hard. No, Len stayed soft. Stayed careful and sweet.

It really did make him wonder how he'd be if he gave in. Or if he'd even be able to despite how alphas losing themselves to their instincts around the 'right' omega was always romanticized. Maybe he'd talk him into it, one of these days.

For now Cassian just grinned at Len's mindfulness and ate up those licks, rumbling his approval when Len's tongue brushed close enough to the moving of his fist. He could feel the tension running through the alpha even without the way his hands kept clenching on his hips. It was going to be a pretty close race on who lost it first. Cassian could already feel that tightening pressure in his gut and his balls. His hips rocked forward more than once, fucking into the lap of Len's tongue when he wanted more.

"Very good, Puppy..." he breathed, smoothing his hand over Len's hair to get his attention. "That's level one, I think we're ready for two. Open up, sweetie."

Cassian pushed the button on the controls, sending the vibrator up to the second level of intensity. It seemed like a good idea to do that now rather then when he was already in his puppy's mouth, just in case the increased vibrations took him by surprise again. One area Cassian did appreciate Len's unfailing consideration with was this, since alpha teeth were sharp and most of them used that as an excuse to get out of giving head. It wasn't impossible, all you needed was to be a little careful but by this point, Len had gotten used to it.

"F-Fuuck," Cassian groaned as he rocked his hips, pumping in with shallow thrusts while he started to pant. "Fuck, sweetheart. That's exactly it. Daddy needed your mouth so much. Been so pent up. Feels so good, baby. So, so good... can you keep going? Think you can hold out long enough for Daddy to come like this? 'm getting there. Won't be long."

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It was, at times, a careful balancing act that Len just about managed to keep under control. The rush of desire and want and need was always difficult to reign in whenever Cassian was being so good to him, but he knew that he'd never forgive himself if he did anything to really hurt the omega. He was sure than in the early stages of their relationship he probably snapped a little---instinct and all---but never anything more than that. He'd always made sure to be nowhere near Cassian when the time came for his rut, and he planned to keep it that way. He didn't want to be just another shitty alpha who forced themselves on an omega. There was nothing romantic about it as far as he was concerned.

It would be a hard sell on Cassian's part, but then the omega could be very convincing.

That was something for another time, as Len was much too focused on the cock throbbing against his tongue to really think about anything else. He groaned whenever Cassian thrust his hips forward, greedily drinking up every reaction he could push out. It was becoming more difficult to keep his fingers from gripping too hard---his attention was struggling to turn away from Cassian's scent that grew steadily more intense. Did the omega know how good he smelled? It was almost ridiculous.

"Mmnn... aaah---" He didn't need any further prompting to open his mouth, those pointed canines gleaming in the dim light and his tongue rolling out like a goddamn red carpet. He was panting hard as he waited, only to let out a sudden moan of delight when the switch was flicked higher on the vibrating tail. His hips trembled for a few moments as he tried to collect himself, his own cock left to painfully drip between his thighs. It was flushed red, twitching and aching, but he resisted the urge to touch himself.

Len groaned again, more of a deep rumble, when Cassian rocked his hips forward to slide his cock into the alpha's waiting mouth. He kept his upper jaw high, using his tongue to keep lapping at the length as he carefully wrapped his lips around it. He hoped he wasn't overstepping. He resisted the urge to arch his head back and forth, instead letting Cassian dictate the pace as he sucked.

His gaze was fixed on the omega's face, somehow both intense and faraway at the same time. His headspace had shifted to become more obedient and needy, echoed in his fingers which started to rub in slow circles around the small bruises that might have started to form where he'd been holding too tightly.


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"FINE! TAKE THE DAMNED THING! I DIDN'T FEEL LIKE DRIVIN' ANYWAY! JERKFACE!!" A set of car keys was hurled into the night in the direction of a tow truck's tail lights. A very animated girl in black and leather stomped back to the sidewalk in her boots, furious at the current state of things. "It's like---I was only parking there a few hours!! They can't just take it, right? RIGHT?!" She shouted angrily at a line of people outside the club she'd been enjoying until about three minutes ago. It seemed four hours was enough time for the city authorities to notice a vehicle parked in two spots at a restricted area, then haul it away.

So it was that Emily found herself walking home, tired and still fuming. She wasn't made about the vehicle getting towed as much as she was about having to walk. The car belonged to her father... so... who cares, right? Rounding up the walkway, the raven haired harlot noticed lights were still on in the house. And at 5am, that was a bad thing. She rolled her eyes and walked up, only then realizing the keys she needed to get in were the ones rested somewhere on East Cadillac Street downtown. Despite the 'talking to' she was in for, Emily began knocking at the door shamefully.

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Malcom was furious. 5 a.m. was no where near curfew. In fact with her recent behavior, curfew had been before she left for the night, having to stolen his car. That was what originally woke him up, hearing the car start and pull out. He'd thought someone was stealing the car until he saw the keys were missing and who was in the drivers seat.

Several angry 'get back here' and 'what do you think you're doing' voice mails have been made over the hours she was out. He was pretty sure she wouldn't answer his phone calls and each time she didn't that just added to his anger. A couple towards the middle were 'I should just report it stolen and let you suffer the consequences.' But it wasn't like he even expected her to listen to the messages, she hasn't when he didn't have a reason to be so angry.

The knock at the door caught him off guard. First because he didn't hear the car pull up, maybe he had dozed. Second, how high must she be if she can't figure out how to use the keys? He'd growl to himself as he got up and walk to the door opening the door part way but standing in the space created so she couldn't just walk in like nothing happened. He stood at 6'3, and was blessed with an enjoyment for running, which has kept him in better shape than the other people at the office.

"What the hell were you thinking? And how fucking high are you that you can't use the damn keys?" His voice was low but clearly pissed. He wasn't going to yell to wake the neighbors, but the edge to his voice would be a clear sign she hit a new level of anger, if she cared to notice. And he didn't even know the half of it. Waiting for the answer he end up looking his daughter up and down, knowing he won't be happy with what she chose to go out in, but he had to know just how bad this has gotten.

[User] To say Emily gave an audible sigh would be like saying a bullhorn is a nice wake up call. This, combined with an eye roll that could start wars, made for a very irritating reply to her father's rant. She stared, eyes half opened, at the man's chest and grumbled. "I don't have the keys, jerk. Now lemme in. I'm goin' to bed..." She put her slender arms into the small sliver of open space between the door frame and one of her dad's beefy arms. The gesture was more of a request to enter than an attempt at actually getting in.

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Malcom would shift his weight, unconsciously creating the room so Emily could slip partially in the house due to surprise. There was a moment where his brain was trying to process what she had just said. She didn't have the keys? How'd she lose them between the car and the door... which was the moment when he saw there was no car in the driveway or the street.

Malcom's voice was low and stern when he next spoke. Much worse than when he was yelling, this was the voice used when it wasn't just a mistake by a royal fuck up. This was when poking the bear was a bad idea. "Where is my car?" he'd ask as she slipped past him into the house, his hand shooting out to grab her firmly by the arm. The disrespect of calling him a jerk would be handled later. "What, did you do to my car?" Stolen, wrecked, given away, gambled to some dealer, tower... All possible idiotic things she could have done that would explain his car not being in the driveway, none would reduce his anger, but he needed to know what she did.

Unless she evaded his grab for her arm entirely Malcom wasn't going to let that arm go. He hadn't clamped down hard enough to hurt, but he'd grip her arm hard enough to make certain she didn't slip away if his grab landed.

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The opening between her dad and the door had taken Emily by surprise. She stumbled in, only able to right herself when his hand gripped her arm. She stood there a moment, assessing his question. Finally she snapped back as if she'd been interrogated for hours. "I. Don't. Know. Prolly in a tow lot somewhere. I didn't see the name of the company that took it. Now lemme go!" She tugged away, still trying to make it to the perceived safety of her bedroom.

Nothing was awoken in Emily when she felt that strong hand on her arm. The part of her mind that loved being dominated had long been awake and in need of satisfying. Sadly all the 'boys' she'd been with hadn't been man enough to do any more than tug her hair a bit. The strength of her dad as he held her made her heart skip a beat, however. But the part of her brain that begged to be used as a sex toy and the part that was... well... a daughter was at war. She squinted hard, keeping such thoughts away... at least for the time being.

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"You took my car without asking, got it towed, and you think you get to raise your voice to me?" He'd ask with his low, stern voice. His eyes showed a clear rage at the situation and Emily's clear disregard for the trouble she has caused. He'd honestly never been more angry in his life.

Good judgment would have had him chewing her out, and dragging her down to the clubs in the morning. Clear thinking would have told him that he was angry and wouldn't be making good decision right now and he might regret the consequences. Neither of those occurred in the next few seconds. Instead he pulled her closer to him, a hard scowl on his face as he reached up with his other hand to grab a handful of her hair and hold her head still so she couldn't pull away without hurting herself.

"What the fuck makes you think that is going to fly?" He'd ask with his face decidedly closer to hers than before. His fist would clench and pull her hair and thereby her head to the slide slightly as he continued. "You get someone's car towed you at least apologize. Now Say it!" The last sentence was the first time he yelled this evening punctuating how bad a situation she was in. It wasn't like her apologizing was going to fix the problem or even mollify her father in the slightest. But she was going to show him the damn courtesy of at least the token contrition that is expected.

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The arm being gripped was bad enough, but it was the hair pulling that got the girl to react. Emily's feet and green hand pushed at him wildly, but weakly, like a wild kitten trying to get loose from a ball of string. She didn't stop until that hot, demanding breath struck her face. The girl nearly melted right then and there. It was all so much- the hold on her hair, the rumbling in her ears, the heat on her face. She was more like a little cat than ever. Emily reflexively bit her lower lip and squeezed her legs together, fighting the hormonal urges directly.

Quivering in sensual desire more than fear, Emily finally relented. "Okay, f-fine! I'm s-sorry! Happy?? Now come on... l-lemme go." It was less a bratty command and more of a mewling plea. The goth girl was on the verge of actually wanting to commit the worst taboo of all. Just a bit more... a little more force... and she would want her own father to fuck her brains out.

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"No I'm not happy. You got my car towed." He'd snap back at her. "How do you not understand how fucked up what you did was?" he'd ask, rhetorically as he pulled his face back from hers, giving her that small reprieve, though only momentarily. "If you're going to act like a spoiled child you're getting punished like a spoiled child." he'd say as he'd haul her over to the couch to bend her over the arm of the couch. "STAY PUT!" he'd yell, given how she responded when he yelled maybe this is what she needed.

What she'd feel next would likely change the course of the evening. Malcom intended on spanking her, but she needed her ego kicked out from under her, so she'd feel him first lifting her skirt to expose her ass and then, unless she wasn't wearing any, pull her panties down to her knees. Malcom's mentality being a bare bottom spanking is something that happened to small children, and she was acting like a spoiled child. Now how Emily reacted to being bent over the arm of the couch and exposed like that, might be a bit different. Course Malcom wasn't paying attention yet, and would continue. "Count them." he'd say before he'd give her the first smack on her bare bottom. He had plans to give her at least 10 smacks, though plans may have changed as Emily reacted...

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"W-wait! Wh-what are you doing!?" Emily stumbled, half trying to keep pace and half trying to stop her momentum, when she was jerked over to the couch. Her eyes shot wide as she was bent over---the exact way she'd always wished a man would put her. "I---n-no---Ohhh.." The young girl's tone went from shaky and scared to a near-orgasmic groan. Whether her father realized it didn't matter. With her black panties binding her legs, she began feeling the sting of his strong hand.

"EEP! One... EEP! T-two.." Her squeaks of pain soon lessened the more she took. Emily squirmed, feeling her womanhood start to react to the blistering hot sexual beating her tight ass was taking. By the time it was over, Emily's face was bright read and sweating. She lay over the couch, panting the word, "T... t... ten.."

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Malcom should have stopped there, she was chastised and this would leave an impression, but then he saw her response. She wasn't punished, she was getting aroused. She had been disrespectful, disobedient, and disregarded everything he said and now when he thought he had punished her she was getting turned on by it..

"Are you aroused?" He'd growl in a tone that made it clear she better answer. He'd punctuate the question with another hard smack. If she failed to count this spank or any others he'd give her a harder smack on the ass and growl "I didn't say stop counting."

"Are you getting off on you father spanking you?" Another smack on her ass. "Is that why you're disobeying me? You just see me as another dick for you to spread your legs for?" another smack on her ass, this one drifting further down toward her thighs.

Good sense had long left his situation, anger, confusion and admittedly arousal were the controlling factors. Malcom wasn't exactly sure what answers he wanted from his questions, the growing erection in his pants wanted whatever would convince him to fuck her right there.

[User] The first ten strikes were enough to break past Emily's bratty disobedience. Now he was just molding her into his personal pet. "Y-yes, D-Daddy... eleven!! Ergh.." She quivered now with each slap of his strong hand. "Yes, D-Daddyyyy... EEP! Twelve!" The girl was fighting back the wetness both between her legs and in her mouth. She was Nearly drooling to taste what her dad had down his pants... "Yessss, Daddy... Thirteen!!"

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"I can't believe I raised such a little slut." Another smack on her ass, he should have stopped at ten, especially given her reaction but his subconscious was conflicted. He wasn't thinking through the spanking, though his dick certainly was.

"You're getting wet thinking of fucking your father!" A spank lower on her ass, closer to her cunt, and enough got his hand to get damp from the impact. "If you're going to be a little whore I should just treat you like one!" Malcom would growl as instead of spanking her again he reached down to unbutton his pants and fish out his cock. eight and a half inches, he wasn't porn large but he hadn't had any complaints in the past.

"To boldly go where half the fucking town has probably gone before." Star Trek referencing insults probably didn't have the sting Malcom was intending, but at the moment he didn't care. She was just going to be wet hole right now.

Malcom would grip her hips as he lined his cock up with her wet slit and then drive his cock into her. Normally he'd ease things in, let the woman feel it and then set into a rhythm. Emily however he just wanted to hear her response: protest, crying, moaning, or begging. He doesn't care this fucking is about him.

His initial pacing are slow hard thrusts, he wanted to rock her body back and forth from the impact, nothing that could be taken as a loving or caring act. She was going to act like a whore he would fuck her like a cheap one..

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Emily continued to yelp, but lost the sense to count. She could only give a moaning 'Yes, Daddyyyy' each time her bare ass was struck. Having a man humiliate her in such a way made her head spin. That man being her own father sent her to the god damned moon! She bit her lip hard, feeling his fingers across her sensitive, wet cunt. She quivered anxiously, not darling to imagine him---

"OHH!!" The girl's mind exploded! She tensed every muscle as if suddenly electrocuted. Her nails dig into the sofa, toes curling in her black boots. "D-DADDY!?!! Wh-what are you d-doing!??" Her voice cracked in a pathetic whine. She knew exactly what he was doing... and she wanted more.

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"I'm fucking the ungrateful whore I raised!" Malcom would growl back at her question. His thrusts continued to be slow, hard thrusts. He wanted her to rock from the impacts more than he wanted to cum just yet.

He growled as he grabbed a fist full of her hair to pull her head back off the couch. "This what you wanted? Getting fucked by your own father? This what your degenerate mind wanted?" To be fair to Malcom, she did answer 'Yes daddy.' When he smacked her ass after asking if she got wet thinking of fucking her father... whether that was her intent or not.

"You want to keep being disrespectful to me? Fine, then I'm going to disrespect you, and fuck you like a cheap whore." Malcom growled as his thrusts began picking up pace, thrusting hard into her again and again. It'd take awhile for him to get off this way, even picking up the pace it wasn't the pacing he'd normally want to have sex at, a little to slow, but it'd keep her bouncing and rocking from the impacts which was most of the point, for now.


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Locking the door behind him, Jonesy called out for Vicky, smile already on his face. What greeted him was... was that a bark? From around the corner Vicky came out, on all fours, pigtails, arms bound, legs likewise covered and restrained in some way, and... a tail?!

It took him a moment, and another cheerful bark to snap him out of it, and he chuckled warmly. "Well look at that. You'd think I'd catch on to how literal you are. Petgirl indeed." Jonesy had to laugh and stepped further inside, and noticed the bag of toys on the table. "Well lets see what we have to play with, shall we... girl?" This was new, but he couldn't deny she looked amazing, and it got his blood pumping. On the table was a dildo, leash, matching red collar with a bell on it, a bag of candies labeled 'treats' and ball gag head harness... what else would you 'muzzle' a pretty girl with?

He sat down at the table and pat his leg, beckoning her to come to him. He reached out pet her head, and then more, down her back, and fondled her breasts. "Like that girl?" he asked, slightly less awkwardly. "Hey let's go with head nodding and shaking... neighbors might think I can afford a real animal or something." He laughed and then thought about that. What would cost more, a real live animal as a pet, or some human girl. He was certain that in this day and age there were parts of the world he would not like that answer.

After a few moments of 'petting' he looked back at the items on the table. He picked up the collar, examining it, then reached down to buckle it around her neck. He had to admit, that looked good there. With another smile he pondered what next to do. "Want to play a game? Um... catch?" he took the dildo, tested it's weight, and laughing at himself, tossed it away into the living room.

As she turned, he was pretty sure he figured out how that tail was affixed to her person... via a plug up her ass. Very sexual petgirl. Very new. But fuck, as long as she was smiling, he'd test these waters. Who the fuck else would be able to say they played catch with a beautiful woman who just wanted to be his pet for the night?!

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The slightly shocked expression, and his bemusement, caused Vicky to laugh, which she managed to turn into a cheerful bark, rubbing her flank against his leg, her expression half-playful and half-inviting. She crawled over to where he sat, ''sitting'' rather pleasantly with her rear resting on her heels, her breasts forward. Arching her neck in pleasure as he stroked and fondled her, she nodded eagerly, her eyes bright as she nuzzled the hand not presently rubbing her breasts.

Docile as she accepted the collar, she watched carefully, prepared to take the initiative, or end the game, if he looked like he was floundering. After all, he was supposed to be having fun. She watched him toss the dildo, the toy bouncing rather erratically, and she chased after it with what seemed like enthusiasm, her clothing and position doing an excellent job of highlighting her rear end---and indeed the plug currently anchoring the tail in her rear end. That kind of movement had it's own effect on her as she picked up the dildo in her mouth and trotted back, a wiggle in her hips as she set it next to him.

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She seemed to be enjoying this odd game, from the smile evident on her face to the enthusiasm she had in chasing a bouncing sex toy and crawling back to him with it in her mouth. Odd, but he was having fun. "Good Girl," he sad, taking the dildo form her lips and 'pet' her again from her red hair in pigtails, down her back, and over to fondle her breasts, before he tossed the toy again.

He admired the wiggle in her tail stuffed ass as she went after it, and the sway of her tits on each return. He hoped those boots, or whatever they were, had padding for her knees---but there was no hint of pain or displeasure in her, so Jonesy just continued playing catch with Vicky the petgirl.

Of course, there was nothing simple about this act, and it did not take long for him to be rather turned on by the crawling beauty. And the more he looked over her garments, the more he knew she was pretty damned helpless. There is no way she could get out of those items by herself. Hell, he was pretty sure she had to have help getting into them in the first place. He wondered about that for about half a second, being far more distracted by the woman herself. Still, all she had to rely on was her security protocols and his good will at the moment. And she seemed pretty happy...

The dildo was pretty wet from her saliva by now, and he just set it back on the table. "So, good girls get treats, right?" he reached for the bag of candies, and pulled one out holding it up. "Do pretty petgirls do any tricks?"

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He seemed to at least be getting into the spirit of the game---if he enjoyed it, or if he didn't, Vicky wouldn't blame him. The point was to give him a tour, a few stories, a taste of what... well... of what someone like her would do. She groaned as he fondled her breasts, and dove after the toy again, which had bounced under something enough that she needed to crouch down, giving him a view of her with her rear hiked up, the tail stuffed in her rear raised high, wiggling softly as she worked to retrieve it and crawl back to him.

She was indeed helpless, and trusting---that was one of the points of this. Yes, she could theoretically summon a security service, but beyond that, she had willingly made herself dependent on him. Food, water, getting out of this, any say she had in what was done with her body... all of those had been fairly clearly surrendered. She hoped her valued that measure of trust.

Vicky nodded playfully---and eagerly---at the promise of treats, sitting back in a human-suitable version of a canine 'Sit', her legs apart, breasts pressed forward, paw-gloved arms tucked beneath him. Nodding again at the question of tricks, she picked a client favorite---'play dead' which involved her on her back, legs and arms folded up, her body very much on display and vulnerable.

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Surreal. Jonesy finally found the word to even start describing this. He wondered just how much it showed that this had his head spinning and was pretty uncertain of what to make of it. He hoped not a lot. Not to save face or anything but he didn't want to... ruin it. She seemed very genuine in her eagerness to show him this.

She took the treat and then got on the ground, and he recognized the pose. The robotic dogs did this, and he'd seen video's of the rich folks with real animal pets too. None those had a remotely similar effect as seeing a beautiful woman do it right there at your feet. Jonesy just stared for a moment. But only a moment, before smiling and reaching down, "Good girl," again 'petting' her, which was really just an excuse to feel Vicky up, and she didn't seem to mind.

His hand drifted lower, from her chest down her stomach and then her exposed pussy. He sat there, reaching down to finger her and watching her reaction. Somehow 'do whatever with her' took on a new connotation this evening. Bought and paid for seemed to mean he could have sex whenever, however he wanted, and she'd do it. Slave girl seemed to mean he could get pretty kinky about that, and still she'd eagerly comply. Petgirl... that was getting pretty literal in the 'do to her whatever you want'. He was sure there were some deep philosophical terms that applied to that about agency and surrendering of will or something. Right now he just knew that she literally could not stop him from doing whatever he wanted to her. Her and her security measure meant there might be repercussions, but no way to prevent it.

Oddly, he was really, really quite turned on by that level of of offered vulnerability.

He stood up and walked over to the couch. He again hit the button to start recording this new weird treat. "Come here girl," he said, as one might to a pet (or so he assumed), as he lounged back. "I have another treat for you," he said with a chuckle and unzipped his pants, freeing stiff shaft---showing her the effect she had on him already. "What do pretty petgirls do with this?" He smiled down at her, getting more comfortable with the idea that this woman really was a gift to men, and that she enjoyed that fact. More that he was lucky to sample such facts so freely.

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It brought a smile to her face, to watch him process what she was doing, the brief gap between her acting and him responding to what she did. It wasn't enough to be rude, or to suggest that he wasn't passably enjoying himself, but it was noticeable. Vicky wriggled as he felt her up, her gaze playful and challenging. She groaned as his hand traced down her body, though she didn't move from her position, and let him do as he pleased, idly fingering her as she wriggled beneath him.

It was endearing when he began recording her, appreciating that he would want to savor this---savor her. She rolled over again, a touch awkwardly being not an actual animal, and scampered over to him, a pleasant display of wiggling hips accompanying her movement. Her eyes darted up playfully as his intent became clear, and she wiggled her tail-stuffed rear as she began vigerously licking his shaft, before drawing it into her mouth, bobbing her head with a soft of innocent, almost playful enthusiasm.

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She started with playful licks along Jonesy's cock, making it ever harder. He watched her pigtails bounce as she worked, and admired her wiggling ass, and even the tail swaying from it. How the other side lived, he grinned and leaned back to enjoy it. Odd yes, but certainly an enjoyable quirk.

Jonesy decided that Vicky was the world's most amazing actress. Not that he thought her insincere, but just the way she could look at you and plant an idea in your head. As she took his length into her mouth and bobbed that pretty head up and down his shaft, he could see a smile, and how she glanced up at him made him think this was some playful, innocent game. It didn't even strike him as odd just than that a blowjob wasn't generally viewed as an innocent act... much less if the woman was bound up and acting like a sexualized version of an animal. You know... the opposite of innocent.

It was about then, convinced she was perfectly happy sucking his cock in such a perverse scenario, that it really hit him. Who wouldn't want this woman? To keep her, to see those bright eyes stare into your soul as she performed the most lewd act with the most amazing grace. What wouldn't he do for more? A week was not going to be enough. He silently wondered what kidneys were going for on the market these days.

Jonesy sat, lounging while getting his cock sucked perfectly, finally reduced to low moans of slow, easy bliss. So easy to sit and be attended to... as he grew closer, he knew that wasn't what pets were for. Enjoying yes, but you took care of them, not the other way around. Of course there wasn't much to take care of at the moment... just a terribly urgent need. He almost laughed at the irony and simplicity of the idea that struck him. "That's enough. Good girl." His hand eased her pretty face away as he got up off the couch. He peeled off his clothes, never taking his hungry eyes off her, until he was completely naked.

Stepping around behind her he pet her back, and moving lower to her nice round ass. Lower still he slipped his hand between her legs---stroking her exposed pussy. He crouched down behind her, his intend to mount her clear. "Guess we know who the real animal is..." It seems obvious only 'doggie style' would be fitting for a moment like this, and he plunged his throbbing cock into her.

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Vicky would happily have kept giving him a sloppy, playful, enthusiastic blowjob, happy to toy with the idea that this was just an innocent game, something to occupy her time. There was something to be said there, for the duality of an innocent act and a sexual one, for contrasting eagerness with helplessness, but in truth, it was also just enjoyable to be so unselfconsciously free with her sexuality. To give of herself, and honestly, to see the look on his face when she did.

Her mouth came off him with a wet pop, and she looked up as he undressed, not taking his eyes off him, craning her neck as he walked around her. She parted her legs slightly as he rubbed her exposed sex, and he'd find her as she usually was---wet and perfectly ready. She braced herself with her hands as he knelt behind her, letting out a joyful groan as he thrust into her---in truth, being bound like this left her more than a little agitated herself.

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Fucking her like this was great, if a bit odd. The soft tail protruding from her ass rubbing against him was certainly new, but he was too far worked up for that to be off putting in any way---he just kept pounding her from behind. Jonesy liked seeing her pigtails bounce, just as he liked reaching under and grabbing at her swaying breasts. Everything here was just perversely enjoyable... and simply so. He could see how someone might like coming home to this type of 'pet'.

Thinking on pet, as he continued to ram his cock into her, he thought of the leash on the table and smiled. "Be right back..." he started, then thought better of it. "Stay." with a chuckle he pulled out and walked over to the table to grab that leash.

He returned, seconds later, and clipped it to her collar before settling back down behind her. Lifting that tail out of the way, he pressed his aching shaft into her once more, and resumed the urgent mating---this time tugging on the leash to pull he back into him. "Good girl," he said, though concentrating on the game of this was getting harder to do...

The wet sounds of their bodies together, and how well he slid in and out of her tight cunt, let him know she either really did enjoy this too, or her body was literally programmable. For all the tech she could afford, that was certainly possible, but it was a distinction he found it hard to care about at the moment. He wanted to hear her enjoy this, to find release just as he was nearing his own.

But of course, you always tell pets to 'come'. "Cum. Good girl, cum with me..." Sounded dumb, perhaps, but he was far too gone to care and not too many hard thrusts later he was groaning as his cock erupted inside her.

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The girl groaned as Jonesy pounded into her, the sensation of her walls rubbed between his cock and the plug of the tail more than a little pleasurable, as was the complete surrender to him---deeper even than her normal level of willingness. She blushed when he told her to stay, and did as she was told, keeping her rear up while she twisted her head to watch him curiously, she grinned when he returned with the leash.

Letting out a squeal when he moved the tail within her, she let his tugging on the leash drive her backwards, contributing to the rough, relentless pace he was setting, and she panted with pleasure as he continued to fuck her, until she heard him order her to cum. Something about the way he said it, the willingness to indulge the idea he owned her, that she was a thing...

Her passage tightened around him and she let out a loud, shuddering moan as she came, his shaft buried deep within her.

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Jonesy kept right on pounding into her, his appreciative groans louder than ever as he felt her body clamp down on his cock. He used that delicious tightness, letting her body milk him dry as he gradually slowed his actions until he was just kneeling there, balls deep inside her trying to catch his breath.

He stayed there a moment, letting the rush fade naturally. The high from a great fuck ebbing away until the body remembered that he was kneeling on a hard floor, and that a light sweat from such a great activity eventually cooled. He pulled her up, her back against his front, as eh played with her breasts and whispered in her ear, "That was a lot of fun. Thank you."

Finally he let go, and reluctantly withdrew his shaft from her hot, tight grasp; standing up. He looked down, and smiled, then reached out and pet her head, "Very good girl," he smirked and then remembered the treats. He walked over to the table and found the bag of candies.

Returning to her, Jonesy stood in front of her. He took one out and was about to hand it to her, before he saw his own cock, glistening from their combined cum---so instead of just handing it to her, he placed the candy on his half deflated shaft, and winked at her again. "Good girl, get your treat."

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Vicky groaned as Jonesy slowly spent himself within her, breathing heavily but staying still until he pulled her up, arching her back as he fondled her breasts and giving him a slight wiggle in acknowledgment of his thanks. Her ass wiggled more when he pet her head, and she let out a cheerful bark, giving him a glance that was halfway between a grin and a smirk when he placed her 'treat' on his glistening shaft.

Still, she cheerfully crawled back to him, and engulfed him with her lips, sucking and swirling her tongue as she both took her 'treat' and cleaned him, before coming off him with a wet pop and setting back down on her haunches, looking up at him curiously---wondering if he had had enough of this particular game, or whether he'd want her like this for the evening. Either way was fine with her---she enjoyed his company, but she was also pretty sure she'd enjoy it curled up on the couch beside him while he recovered.

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Jonesy looked down at his smoking hot neighbor, who turned out to be a world class escort---and his for the week. He was still wrapping his mind around it all, looking her over as she clean his cock with her skilled mouth. She sat back, and he looked her over again. Dressed as a 'dog', a pet. A beautiful, crazy game.

Smiling, Jonesy nodded toward the couch, and took a seat. He patted his leg, "Come girl" he called, and as she moved, guided her so she was half on his lap, half on the seat beside him. She was entirely adorable. She also seemed... more relaxed. Very at ease. She wanted to show him this game, but he wondered if this was one she particularly enjoyed, or got to seldom play at.

He flicked on the TV, and found something easy to watch, while his hand stroked her red and black hair, or lower down her back. It was weird, but it was also oddly easy and comfortable. "This something you like? You seem a bit more... relaxed."

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Vicky gave him a playful grin and settled onto the couch, half of her in his lap, half of her nestled on the seat cushion, her head in his lap, resting against his thigh. She closed her eyes as he turned on the TV, liking the peace of what they were doing at the moment, re-centering herself.

When Jonesy spoke she thought for a moment, before twisting so she was laying on her back, looking up at him. "It is. Honestly... given this is something of a... curated adventure for you... I wouldn't have offered if it was something I didn't like. But yes, I do enjoy it. I mean, it's absurd, and a little humiliating, but also... you know... a little hot. But beyond that, it is relaxing, because I've abdicated everything. I don't have to perform, or to think about what we should do, or make sure that you're happy. I'm just rendered pleasingly helpless, and my only task is to be eager and willing. That's... freeing."

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Jonesy listened to her, not just admiring the beautiful face and body there in his lap, but listened. Jonesy was pretty sure they lived in different worlds, as what she said made no sense to him at all---but her eyes told him she was sincere. 'Pleasingly helpless' as not a term he'd ever used. Helpless usually frustrated the hell out of him, and he knew the sensation enough to not find it pleasing at all.

Of course he had to wonder just how helpless she was. She did have the capability to make a very well paid and highly armed security team storm in at a moment's notice. But, looking down at her, he couldn't help but smile. She was just wired different, and he found he really enjoyed that difference---and not just for the obvious benefits he was getting. It was refreshing to find someone with a very different perspective on things. Everyone he knew, self included, was trying to either just make it in this world, or increase their power---if only to have more control over their situation. Not Vicky---she had her spot carved out and she thrived in it.

With her answer, he smiled at her and resumed watching the TV, as well as petting her exposed body idly. His mind, however, was not on the latest program, but thinking on what she said, and how that really turned him on. He wasn't so sure about the pet aspect of it... but 'pleasingly helpless' and 'eager and willing' kept rolling through his head. Ideas formed, played out, and built on each other. Something approaching a plan began to take shape.

Finally he clicked the TV off, and grinned down at Vicky. "OK girl, let's get ready for bed. We'll play once more before sleeping." He nodded toward the bedroom and watched as she moved. Damn but she was sexy, even in this odd game.


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Alice smiled at the jibe about Etsy's tendency towards being a trash and treasure market, not that she was particularly scared of trash but quality was always important for certain things, even trash. Her smile widened as the woman moved closer, it was nice to finally be making connection with people that weren't strictly work related, doubly so for a woman who wore a day collar. That indicated certain topics weren't off the table, which Alice considered something of a blessing.

"Wow, 'day collar' wasn't a term I was expecting to hear in this town." Alice's voice was lowered in deference to the fact that they were still speaking in public and inflected with an that accent was difficult to pin down. Most people had rated it as ''English?'' as if she'd either spent some time there or had watched the BBC to the extent that it impacted the way she spoke. Alice paused, the smile widening welcomingly as her hot tub companion moved closer. She took Cassandra's hand with a pale, similarly bare, hand. "Alice Dalziel, and yes, I suspect we've spotted each other here recently. I moved to West Pine a few weeks ago to take over the running of the hospital's tech team."

Alice let the introduction hang in the air for a moment as they both settled back into the hot tub. "And yes, I find it interesting the different ways one can express ones... interests which can sometimes fly right underneath the radar of most people but, hopefully for the right people, they can stand out." She stretched a little, feeling about as relaxed as she had since moving to this town. "I was at an engagement party a little while ago, the boots I wore with my outfit were not especially 'out there'. Knee length, black patent, nice decorative buckle details. The only giveaway were the height of the heels." Alice made a stretching gesture with her fingers to suggest the height of the heels. "Anyway, I spent the evening talking to a gentleman who not only admired the boots, but knew the studio that made them and was able to determine a few things about me from there. That brightened up the party for me, I'll admit."

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It was no great surprise that Alice worked for the hospital. It was the largest employer in the county, after all. With her medical background, Cassie had a few more questions about what she meant about 'tech'... that could be anything from the internal IT group that handled password and network and 'how do I open PDF?' issues that any office had to deal with, to the far more specialized team that serviced and calibrated the medical equipment. Either path was interesting, but the talk had gone on an entirely different track than 'So how do you sell your time so as to avoid poverty and starvation' icebreakers.

The anecdote about the boots, the gentleman, and the engagement party brought a smile to her face as her imagination painted the picture. Her blue eyes flickered to the bubbly surface of the water as if Alice had worn the boots in question to this meeting. "Patent leather. Not an insignificant investment," she observed.

Cassie considered her next words carefully. Alice had picked up the code and knew what a day collar was. It was unusual, if just shy of surprising. Cassie had worn the chain and lock precisely to signal her interest in those sorts of activities. It was a different thing to advertise and actually have someone take you up on your advertisement, however. You could come across as pushy, too forward, or a weirdo... or so she imagined. Since this was her first time in this particular sort of conversation, Cassie had no practical experience to back up that fear.

She decided to play things matter-of-fact and honestly. Her body language shifted as she leaned in to a slightly more intimate conversational distance. "I don't want to start things off with an incorrect assumption so... if I'm being too forward with this, tell me and I'll back down. I'm signaling that I'm a submissive, but absent a pink ribbon or something, there is no other way that I know of to announce my preference for women. Is that one you share, or do you only play with men?"

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Rolling her eyes at the patent leather comment, Alice felt a little thrill at the unconscious dip of Cassie's eyes. She murmured with a hint of self-deprecating smile, "Oh yes. Sadly, I find it difficult to say no to a good pair of stilettos... or a bad pair, come to that. Actually, the bad pairs are real problem, I find."

Alice was grateful for Cassie's thought gathering moment. It gave her a moment to stop her brain from spinning quite so much. While she wasn't certain about anything regarding Cassie's status, even having someone in town who she could be herself with and not have to exercise discretion about certain topics was something beyond her hopes when she first moved here. She shifted a little closer as Cassie moved, indicating that the increased intimacy was welcomed. The smile on Alice's lips broadened a little as she listened to Cassie's statement.

"Well, I'm particularly unfussy in terms of gender. I like men and women, I..." Alice tilted her head from side to side. "To be honest, I'm not sure that I have a preference. It tends to come down to the person. That said, I'm also submissive. But that's hardly what I'd call a problem."

Alice's eyes wandered to the door of the pool area. A few people had come and gone while they talked, none of them getting close enough to hear but enough for her to become watchful. "Listen, if you're free of course, is there somewhere nearby with a nice wine collection where we might continue this conversation? I'll confess that when I moved here I kind of abandoned hope of finding anyone to... erm, compare notes with, so it's an understatement to say that meeting you has already become the highlight of my month."

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The invitation to depart the hot tub for a place where they could get a glass of wine made Cassie laugh unexpectedly. Her teeth were well cared for. A dentist's best advertisement was their own smile, she had heard in dental school. "Sorry," she said. "I'm not laughing at you. I just imagined the of events for going for a glass of wine with you. We'd have to get out of the tub. Go shower off the harsh chlorine. Undress and change in the locker rooms. Probably in proximity to each other because the locker rooms aren't that big. It seems like, in a normal situation, getting undressed together is the end goal. Not a logistical step along the way."

She let out another giggle and then stood up, taking her towel and draping it across her shoulders. "But the bizarre steps to proceed aside... I would be more than delighted to get a drink with you. I can tell it won't be a problem... not if you're going to just jump in and take charge like you just did." Cassie tossed Alice a wink and held out a hand to help her to her feet. Not that she imagined that Alice needed it... but it was an excuse to initiate physical contact again.

In the locker room, Cassie played coy. After washing off the pool chemicals, she had taken her clothes out of her locker and took them into a bathroom stall to get dressed. Preserve the mystery, as it were. A few minutes later, she emerged. In her professional life, Cassie wore scrubs, and after a hard day of work, she didn't feel inclined to dress up. Her wardrobe was simple and comfortable, but she hoped striking enough. She had not left the house that evening expecting a date, after all. She had on an ivory shift dress that fell to her mid-thigh, embroidered with cobalt blue fleur de lis patterns on the chest, short sleeves, and hem. In addition to the eye-catching padlock, her wrists were bedecked with heavy costume jewelry, in the context of submission you could almost read them as a code for cuffs. She had on a pair of white flat sandals, elegant straps wrapping around her ankles. Her blonde hair was tied back, damp after a brief towel-drying.

After meeting back up with Alice in the front of the gym, Cassie gave a smile and twirled in place, letting her dress flare around her legs. "So the place I have in mind is called the Lazy Fox. It's down a mile or three on Route 5. They have their own wine cellar that features local products from the Black Hills Vineyards. And they have a good menu if we want to eat. Want to carpool or follow me?"

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Alice looked at Cassie quizzically, but responded to the reason with a soft laugh her eyes not leaving Cassie's as she replied. "I think you underestimate my readiness to mess with clothing. Dressing and undressing can be just as fun, under the right circumstances."

She happily took the proffered hand, almost reluctantly releasing it once she was standing on the edge of the hot tub, the comment about her taking charge promoted the soft laugh to a giggle. "Well some have also called me a brat for the same attitude, but I'll admit I think I like your take better." Alice's toned, pale body contrasted sharply with the shimmering, hi-cut black swimsuit she unconsciously adjusted as the two women headed for the change rooms. She was grateful, in a way, for Cassie's suggestion to meet out the front. It gave her a moment to take a couple of deep breaths and remind herself that this was just a drink with a new friend and not to put too much weight on it.

All the same, Alice didn't even try to hide her admiring glance at the display she received as she came out of the gym. "Mmm, blue-on-white dress and lace up sandals. The Greek goddess look suits you well."

Alice briefly pondered what that would make her. Celtic underworld administrator perhaps? Alice's mostly-dry black hair was caught by the lights of the gym entrance. It was swept up over her head and down one shoulder. While it partially covered one side of her face, almost covering her eye, it also left a clear swath of skin from the earlobe to the discreet admission of cleavage above her claret silk top which vanished beneath a black, tapered, suit jacket. Beneath the top and jacket were a pair of expensive looking black leather pants whose snug fit lead the eye down to leather lace up boots with a modest block heel. The sleeves of the jacket were rolled back slightly, revealing thin wrists, one of which was encircled with a decorative leather cuff.

"Carpooling would be ideal. I don't have a car yet and I only live a couple of blocks that way." Alice point in a direction between them that, given the location of the gym and hospital complex, indicated that the gym was more or less on her way home.

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Cassie was quite sure that if Alice had been wearing that before in her line of sight, there wouldn't have been the uncertainty about whether or not they had seen each other. "No you look a little familiar, I've seen you around." No, Cassie would have been very certain to have remembered Alice, seeing her in that red and black ensemble. Her cheeks colored visibly at the sight of Alice waiting for her in the lobby, her fair skin ruining any attempt she might have made to play it cool. Only Alice's peremptory compliment of her own, rather simple outfit, kept Cassie from standing there flabbergasted. She let out a disbelieving chuckle and looked down at her dress. "This old thing," she mumbled. "Well if this is a Greek goddess, what would we call you? Aside from gorg..." she stopped talking and shut her mouth so quickly her teeth clicked together. Audibly.

Cassie smiled for a moment, praying that Alice wouldn't humiliate her by pouncing on her unguarded comment. "Carpool!" she said enthusiastically. "Yes. Let's." Her cork-soled sandals let out a rapid clip-clop on the sidewalk outside the gym as she walked rather quickly to her car, a newish Honda accord the colorless color of modernity. Inside it was very clean, with nary an empty water bottle nor a fast-food wrapper to be seen. Cassie put both women's gym bags in the back and then got in, pointing at the seating controls on the console as she placed her phone in the charger and checked her mirrors.

The brief walk through the warm evening air had given Cassie a bit of her self-control back, and she gave Alice a side smile as she pulled out of the space. "If you're really thinking of buying, I'm considering selling this one," she said. "It's Mother's. Almost a pity, really. She bought it just before she had to give up driving. Never even got a chance to enjoy it. If you're interested, you can drive yourself home after drinks to get a feel."

The Lazy Fox was, technically, in the next town over. In this part of the country, the spaces between towns were long stretches of forested local roads, unlit and vacant unless you were stuck behind a lumber hauler. They weren't, and Cassie stopped talking to keep her attention on the surroundings. Deer running into the road were a real concern, but they made it through after a five-minute drive without issue, arriving in Pineview just past the highway interchange. She navigated two blocks over off the main street to a restaurant with a large, gardened outdoor area. Flanking the front door, reminiscent of the lion statues in front of the Public Library in New York, were two great stone foxes, lying on their plinths like lazy cats. Indoor the place was reminiscent of an English pub, with mismatched, plush chairs and a dark-stained pine bar wrapping around banks of monitors broadcasting various sporting events. The brass taps gleamed in the dim light, and above the dim of conversation and fellowship over food and drinks were the *tunk*... *tunk*... *tunk* of players at the dartboard.

Cassie got them a table in the side dining room, away from the TVs and dart players, in a pair of high-backed club chairs across from a low circular table. Contrary to what she'd said about the local wines on offer, she ordered an Irish red ale and a cheese plate for them to share. "I don't know how you manage around here without a car," Cassie said as she settled back into the chair to the familiar creak of the comfortably worn leather. "The weather is nice enough for bicycling I suppose. Do you do ride shares? I only tried to call a taxi around here once when my car was in the shop and the dispatcher flat said there were no cars available at all."

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Alice was too surprised by the bitten-off compliment to do more than give a crooked, pursed lipped smile of 'got you!' before Cassie agreed that carpooling was indeed the best answer out of the awkward moment. Alice had done enough driving on night-time roads to know well enough to let Cassie focus on driving until their destination came into view. The pub drew a smile and a low gasp from her. "Oh excellent, it reminds me of a regular haunt back at home."

Indeed, the interior lived up to the exterior and Alice bordered on buoyant as she touched glasses with Cassie's pint and gave a toast to ''marvellous discoveries'' with a sly smile. She swirled the dark red temporanillo around her glass and settled back into the deep leather chair and nodded as Cassie spoke. "I'm not really managing, which is why I may take you up on your offer about the car. But I'm in a bit of a grace period I guess. Unpacking has been slow, by myself, and I've kind of been living on takeout and lunches in the hospital cafeteria. The last few weeks have kind of been work, gym, home, maybe finish unpacking a box, repeat. And while I do have a bike, yeah, grocery shopping doesn't really work when you've got bags that hold more than your bike. So I've resorted to the local car share a couple of times just to tide me over."

It quietly irritated her that she'd been so slack to empty the boxes, some were boring, some held memories and the contents of some were way too easily a distraction but all of them, their existence reminded her of something she hadn't wished to think about too much.

While she was happy to give and take on questions, Alice chose her words carefully, not wanting to just run away at the mouth just yet. Cassie seemed like the sort of person Alice would appreciate having around in any capacity and there was something to be said for controlling the exposure of how odd one can be right up front. To take herself away from the temptation of doing so, she took a slice of the camembert on a cracker as she spoke. "So how about you? Are you from here? What was it like growing up here?"

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The discussion of the sad state of Alice's diet brought a raised eyebrow from Cassie. "Oh no, we can't be having that. Tell you what. How about for our first date, I come over and cook you dinner." It was a bold statement. Something about knowing that Alice was also a kinky person, also someone who liked girls, gave her a certain sense of freedom. She never would have said it if she hadn't known what Alice had told her about herself... yeah. She wouldn't have gone there. In this situation, with this woman... it seemed natural. "In case you haven't figured it out yet, this is a small town. Not a lot to do around here. I take a lot of night classes at the adult annex, and they almost always have some kind of cooking class on rotation. Over the winter, it was all about Chinese wok stir fry. Before then there was a section on handhelds and meat pies.

"So what I'm saying is that I can probably make you a better meal than you've had out of takeout containers or from the microwave... I'll even bring my own work." Cassie spread a smear of creamed honey on a wedge of cheddar and nibbled, enjoying the sweetness on top of the smoky sharpness. She stole another look at Alice, the way the leather pants were right against her thighs. She really, really wished she was wearing makeup. Something sultry and red on her lips would contrast with the simplicity of her dress, to make her feel a little less underdone sitting next to the brunette woman.

"I didn't, actually. Grow up here. Dad was a government lawyer, we lived around the capital. They retired down here after my sister and I left the house and started college. No need for a big house when it was just the two of them. He was happy here, but..." she trailed off with a bittersweet smile.

"I moved down here after I got my license. The timing worked out... pretty well, actually. Mom got sick and needed the help, and the medical system here is growing and always hiring on, it saved me the bother of setting up my own place after they politely asked me to leave student housing. "I'm guessing that Premier made you an incredible offer to move away from... wherever... to run the tech side of things here? Where are you from? I can't tell if you're English and you've acclimated, or if you're from New England, or if you're just putting on an affect to make yourself seem more posh. Which, if true... mission accomplished."


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Razor had the her cup tipped high, to slurp the last of her smoothie out before bolting, when Esti made her comment about paying in sex. She sputtered, almost choked, and put the cup down. A fine circle of juice-and-other ringed her mouth, making it look a bit as if she'd already accepted that particular offer. In a very sloppy manner.

"Thanks," she mumbled, scrambling for a napkin. She wasn't a prude, had just been caught by surprise---but the... demon... seemed totally serious. Was that a good or a bad thing? "I'm sure you're, ah... great. A lot of fun. But it's not the kinda payment I want to pass on to the landlord, you know?" Once cleaned up, she headed for the door, head racing. Was she actually seriously considering sharing a small apartment with an honest-to-don't-you-say-it demon?.

Well... why not? Not like her taste in fuckbuddies had generally been any better than demonic, and Esti was cute as... er... hell, and a lot calmer than Razor herself. For all her loose talk, she didn't seem like a totes stoner, or a drug-crazed party type. And maybe Esti would hate the place---Razor kept it clean, almost pathologically clean, but the equal and opposite reaction was that it was anything but neat---and decide not to buy in. Razor sorta hoped that wouldn't happen. She needed the spare cash, and she was... curious. About so many things...

Her place wasn't far. That was one of the reasons she'd suggested the juice bar as a meet point. A third-floor walk-up, it sat above a commercial strip holding a photo shop, a pizza place, and a few other small businesses. It was a pretty typical student dive: two bedrooms, front and back, with a view of the street and an alley respectively, with a small common space, a bathroom (shower only, no tub) and kitchenette shoehorned between. The whole place, including the unfurnished back bedroom, showed signs of Razor's occupation, the 'unused' room cluttered with photography equipment. Street noise was bearable, though the smell of grease from the pizzeria might get old, in time.

"I'll, uh, get that junk outta there," she said from the door of the free bedroom. "Or, if you wanna pay an extra forty a month for the 'improved' view, I can swap rooms." What else? Oh, yeah. "Bus line's one block over, but if you're a fast walker, campus is only like ten minutes. Internet is pretty OK. And if you like pizza? Do NOT go downstairs. Their crust is like mud, and they give their money to some wack-job religious outfit. Anti-gay, anti-woman, anti basically anyone but them."

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The reaction to her unintended offer was expected and Esti had to struggle to keep her face (mostly) neutral. There was a glimmer of something, just for a second, like she might be considering it, but the point of not wanting to turn that payment in to the landlord also made sense, even if the demon noted that technically was not a no. "Understood. Too much to hope for I guess." She had said that part aloud too, she was pretty sure. Curse her innate honesty, it was going to talk her out of a roommate.

The walk was nice. The sun was shining and the weather was warm. The smell was mostly fresh with only a hint of exhaust, but the best last was the view as she trailed Razor. There was just something about her that drew Esti in. Idly, she wondered if it was just a natural attraction or if it might be something linked to why the young woman could see who she truly was. It did not really matter, neither would deter her. After a moment, she caught up to her new roomie---fingers crossed---and they walked to the apartment.

The place was certainly a step down from her previous apartment as a rich man's mistress but it had a certain quaint charm to it. The tour was brief but the red-skinned demon was grinning ear to ear when it was done. "Well, if you'll have me I'll take it. No need for any upgrade. Alleys are always more entertaining anyways." Her eyes lit up---for a second it might have been literally---at the last thing Razor said. "Sooooo, nut job bigoted religious folk AND they blaspheme against pizza! You simply must let me fuck with them!"

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Well, damn. Razor had sorta hoped Esti would go for the bigger room---the extra cash would have been welcome. But it wasn't all that important. Certainly not as much as actually getting a roommate, so she wasn't going to, ah... queer the deal by pushing.

Her eagerness to 'fuck' with the jacktards downstairs was a little more serious. This time, the blonde was pretty sure she didn't mean in the sexual sense. At least she hoped not... "As much as I'm right there with you in spirit, hun," she said, cautiously so as to not seem either encouraging or insistent, "it'd be good to avoid anything that would piss off the landlords, you know. And uh... anything that might result in kitchen fires or body parts on the pizza." Her grin was meant to show we was speaking at least partly in jest, but the fact was, she was a little scared of the whole situation, now. Sure, Esti seemed totally cool---and was hella cute, even with the fangs---but she certainly wasn't your average co-ed.

"So, lemme get my junk outa here," she said, bending to pick up a stack of photography magazines and snag a camera case. "When's your stuff arriving? Or, like, do you need help moving? I can spare a few hours if you need to schlep or whatever."

Hmmm. Did the girl's oddities show on camera, she wondered? She might have to find out at some point.

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When Razor called her hun, Esti had a little shiver down her spine. Tongue licking across her lower lip she had to push down the idea to just jump her knew roommate. While she was sure that she could, somewhat amusingly, see heaven it would set a bad precedent. She was pretty sure that she felt something from Razor as well but didn't want to read too far into it. Esti did however pick up on the seeming disappointment when she said that the alley was fine.

The train of thought derailed at the mention of fires and body parts. She giggled. "I'm not a psycho, nor a warrior demon. None of the 'skulls for the skull throne' shit." She made a face and shuddered. "Nah, my speed would be more ...having sex with the employees on the prep table sort of thing. But to ease your mind, I will play nice, milady." She said with a little curtsy, before giggling again. "Although, say the word and I'll go down on a gaggle of girls out front on the sidewalk, see if we can't cause a heart attack or two." The mischievous sparkle in her eye did nothing to help tell if she was joking.

While Razor gathered up her stuff, Esti simply stood out of the way. She wanted to help, but there did seem to be a system amid the chaos and she didn't want to fuck anything up. "I appreciate the offer, but I don't really have much stuff. The last place was kind of furnished. But my sugar daddy did give me some money to get set up since he wanted to make sure I was okay after his wife made him get rid of me." Despite the subject matter, the words words given no more emphasis than if she was discussing the weather.

"So, I know that we just chugged smoothies and stuff, but what are you thinking for supper. Demonic appetites are weird, it might take you a little getting used to. When our other appetites aren't being addressed we eat more. But I'm treating, so you can pick whatever you want." Her big, bright smile showed off her cute little fangs again. "Deal?"

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Well, Esti certainly was trying pretty hard to put Razor at her ease. Sort of. The comment about her 'sugar daddy' almost made the grad student choke on her tongue, but then, it wasn't really her business. Just so long as her new roomie could cover her share of the rent. The comment about screwing the pizza joint's staff on the tables... well, Razor had known some crazy people, and she'd done a few crazy things herself. not that crazy. But crazy enough.

It was what one of her profs called an 'unstable dynamic'. Could go either way. But for sure, she wanted to order in. It was hard enough accepting that the cute red-skinned chick was, in fact, a demon of the sort threatened by the Bible; she wasn't sure she could deal with being around a bunch of people who were seeing something totally different from what her eyes were showing her. Nor was she quite sure how she'd react if some guy tried hitting on her demon, which would assuredly happen anywhere near campus. Esti's real skin was cute enough. Whatever she showed the rest of the world was unlikely to be any less of a dude magnet...

That was all BS, of course. Esti wasn't 'hers' in any meaning of the word. But Razor was selfish enough to want to have some time to adjust to the otherwordly girl's presence before having to share her. "Well, that's cool of you. We can Dutch it, though---I just have to be careful, I'm not, like, broke. Why don't I call for some cold noodles and dumplings. And if you like wine, there's half a gallon of white in the fridge that's not as bad as it looks-"

Forty minutes later, Razor was sucking down the last of her noodles, in awe of the amount of food Esti had packed away. It was a good thing she hadn't suggested sushi---it would have bankrupted them both. Something dark metal was playing, but at a much lower level than usual, out of respect for her new housemate. Food and wine had eased her mind some, and loosened her tongue a bit. Without really thinking about it, she heard herself say, "So, like---why uni? I mean, when you go... home... what would do with a degree? Or are you just here to, you know. Pick up chicks. I mean---you dig girls, too, right? I know you had a, um, guy friend before, but..." OK. Way to go with the not being an asshole, just pry away.

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Esti did not say anything while Razor seemed to mull over her offer. For an inordinate amount of time. The pensive look was so fucking cute and while her new roommate seemed to drift off for a moment, the demon girl decided to take that time to appreciate just how lovely the girl was. Her style was perfect, the usual punk nonconformity with a little personality that Esti enjoyed. The multicolored hair was cute and the girl was just delicious all over. Things were either going to be amazing or go all tool hell quickly, and not in the trip home to see the folks kind of way.

When her roommate snapped out of her thoughts, clearly not aware she had been gone as long as she had, the demon simply scoffed. "I won't hear it, I'm paying and that is that. Besides... it's not really my money so it's not hurting me any. And no arguing." There was something mischievous in her that made it seem like the demon she wanted Razor to argue, just to see what happened. Sadly the punk girl didn't bite, and instead ordered them food.

By the time it arrived, Esti was on her third glass of wine, and Razor had been right it was not that bad, although the downside of her demonic metabolism was that she would have had to chug the entire thing to get a good buzz going. So, it was more of a social exercise. Despite a few awkward moments, they seemed off to a great start and Razor seemed to relax as they sat and eat with Esti being normal, aside from the volume she ate. The questions seemed to come out of nowhere, though she suspected the wine gave voice to thoughts a totally sober Razor would not have. Her mouth spread into a devilish (had to) smile, and she leaned closer to her roommate. "Well, honestly, it has something to do with it's the age I look. The less I have to change the more solid and less strenuous the glamour is to uphold. I lived in a old folks home for a while but keeping up looking eighty gave me a lot of migraines."

With a shrug she continued "Besides, university is awesome. A gaggle of got youngsters drenched in hormones that are too young to have a fully developed sense of right and wrong. Every day here is like Mardi Gras. And it's not about corrupting souls and condemning people to hell. That's not really real... for the most part. All that puritanical behave or else shit is the bible. We did not have an editorial say. It's hard to explain hell, so I'll table that discussion for another day." Her tongue flicked out to lick her lips, and she leaned in closer. "And why are you asking if I like chicks? Interested? I had noticed your eyes tend to linger. Thought it was just that you were adjusting. How about it roomie? I'm certain I could teach you a few things." With their lips so close, it would be so easy for Razor to close the gap.

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"No!," she protested just a bit too quickly, then "No," again, more smoothly. "Wasn't what I meant, You had just said something... anyway. Not my business." Razor backed off enough to get her glass between them and to take a healthy gulp from her glass. Not too far, though.

"Not that I've got a problem with it if you are. I've messed around that way some." Now, why was she suddenly oversharing her own self? Had to be the wine, though she could swear there was an odd tugging sensation coming from her new houseshare, the gentle tug of a spider on the strand of its web. "It's fun, for sure. But I'm mostly into guys." She giggled. "Or, like, they're into me, really. Wayyyy up into me." Her head had flopped onto Esti's shoulder at some point---that had to be the wine. Though the girl smelled good. Not at all like a demon. Whatever a demon smelled like. Used matches and burning tires, maybe?

"Hey!," she shouted, suddenly popping upright. "We should have a party! You know, like a housewarming. We can't fit that many people in here, but enough to hang and dance, you know? Now why the hell did that seem to be such a good idea?"

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The too swift rebuttal had Esti smiling like the Cheshire Cat. Her tongue flicked out to wet her lips. "Methinks she doth protest too much." Eyebrows waggled suggestively before the demon took a sip of her wine. Seeing the shellshocked look on Razor's face, she dissolved into a fit of giggles. "Don't look so shocked. I am a succubus after all. You humans have so much inhibition. You have nothing to fear from me, I'm not a predator. I would not do anything to you without your express permission. That said, if you change your mind..." she let the words trail off, leaving her meaning to be inferred.

The admission and the mental image conjured at the mention of guys being ''wayyyy up into'' Razor had a soft growl rattling in her throat. Jealousy? Really? The young woman was in no way hers and there were tons of people that would love a chance to be in the position, so why was she feeling possessive of a woman she barely knew? The head laying against her shoulder and the soft tickle of hot breath on her neck had an immediate and unexpected effect. How was Razor making her the one that was lusting and needy? That was certainly a reversal of the norm. It would have been so easy to turn her head and kiss the beauty beside, but she had promised to keep to herself unless Razor said otherwise. It would ruin their budding friendship if she broke that promise in mere minutes.

The sudden exclamation made Esti jump, her yellow eyes wide. She had been enjoying the little snuggle and the blurted words had came out of nowhere. "A party?" The idea seemed out of sorts for Razor, but she did barely know the girl. "Yeah, a party would be fun, I guess. But I have one request. Don't judge me. When I get around a lot of sexual energy, I can't help but indulge... like the proverbial fat kid on a cupcake." Despite being a demon, Esti's expression seemed worried that her new friend would think less of her.

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Razor grinned, probably a bit on the loopy side. Something about fermented grape or apple juice got her silly faster than beer. She didn't drink hard stuff because ew? And also because ow, the next morning. Wine, cider, and shandies were her thing.

"Oh, I feel ya, girlfriend," she chortled. She still had memories---not very vivid ones, given the circumstances, but memories---of the time she'd woken up after one of her parties in someone else's apartment. In a building up the street. With two people she didn't know. Not by name, anyway... suddenly she wondered if Esti would find that story as shocking as, say, her parent would---they'd had enough trouble with her ink and dress and the occasional 'it's a phase' girlfriend. Or if it would impress her at all. Even through the wine fog, it was starting to settle in for-real that her new gal pal wasn't really a gal... well, clearly she was, just look at her. But not like a Gal next Door. More like a... Gal From Down Below. With a fire down below, too.

"Uh... you know, a lot of my friends are kinda geeky," she muttered, abruptly embarrassed that she wasn't quite as metal as she pretended. "I mean, I hang out with the Goths and the grinds. But more the grinds---gotta keep my grades up to keep my fellowship, and all. Uh---you might find them... boring."

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The demon girl smiled, genuinely happy that Razor seemed to like her... even if it took a little inebriation. It was a lot to process so Esti did not take offense, but the girl was so unintentionally adorable that the succubus was struggling not to break her no taking advantage of those that could not give informed consent. It might seem strange for a demon of the nine hells to have something that even resembled a moral code, but it was much more common than humans could imagine. Succubi and Incubi could certainly sustain themselves without consent, some even thrived on it, but to Esti there was nothing sweeter than that which was enthusiastically given. Especially since she liked Razor and it was actually really cool not to have to pretend for once.

At the admission that she hung around with a different crowd than might have been assumed, the demon lit up with excitement. "Oooohhh, Really? Mmmm, all those up tight Type A personalities... all that repressed sexual tension and those dirty, buried desires..." She trailed off, biting her lips and squirming at the idea. "I think this party is an excellent plan." The words were a breathy moan. "But wait, does that mean you are an uptight Type A personality with repressed sexual tension and dirty, buried desires, Razor?" Esti was leaning in again, her eyes intent, seeming to draw her in.