The Last Incubus Ch. 25

The Last Incubus: Chapter 25

Chapter 25: Anger and jealousy are the banes of a sex demon.

"Anger is cruel and fury overwhelming, but who can stand before jealousy?" ~ Proverbs 27 v. 4.

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Just as things were beginning to get intimate in the library with Bailie, I received a text message from Frankie.

"Who is it?" Bailie asked.

"Uh... a girl I met one night when I was working here," I mumbled.

"Do you like her?"

"Well... I guess you could say that we're friends," I answered cautiously.

"She must be a pretty good friend if she has your number," Bailie replied, suspiciously.

"Well, we helped each other out a couple of times," I explained.

As we were talking, I received another text message.

"Same girl?" Bailie whispered.

"Uh, yeah."

"Aren't you going to answer her?" Bailie asked.

"I guess I'd better," I said as I opened the text.

Frankie: Hey, Zucchini Boy!

Frankie: Can u cum over?

I looked at Bailie and then texted her back.

Me: Busy.

Frankie: Later?

Me: Idk.

"What does she want?" Bailie asked.

"She wants to see me, but I told her I was busy. See?" I said, showing her my phone.

"Why does she call you 'Zucchini Boy'?"

Bailie had just asked her question when another text popped up on the phone.

Bailie's face turned red, and she gasped.

I turned the phone around to look at the new message, only it wasn't a text, it was a picture. It was a full-frontal nudie of Frankie from the neck down sitting cross-legged, showing tattoos, nipple rings, clit ring and all. The end of a black dildo was sticking out of her pussy. I quickly swiped my phone, but it was too late.

"It looks like she's a lot more than a friend!" Bailie said, bursting into tears. She stood up and gathered her books.

"Bailie wait. Let me explain," I pleaded, holding her arm.

"SHH!" Nearby students hushed.

"Let go of me!" Bailie sobbed.

I released her and she ran out of the library crying.

'Fuck!' I thought as I sat down. In less than a minute, my emotions went from the top of the world into the depths of despair.

My phone went off again with another text message.

Frankie: I need the real thing.

As I read the message, my despair turned to anger. I was furious. In my mind's eye, I could see Frankie's aura, and it was blazing brightly. The real thing, ha! I'll show her the real thing. I focused on her aura and froze it place while simultaneously blocking her ability to orgasm.

Me: Fuck off!

Within a minute, she texted back.

Frankie: Shit. What did you do?

Me: Leave me alone!!! (Angry purple demon emoji)

Another minute later my phone went off. It was Frankie calling me. I let it go to voice mail.

She called again 30 seconds later.

"Either mute it or leave!"

That was the student library worker standing over my shoulder. Apparently between my break-up with Bailie and the texts and calls from Frankie, I was causing too much of a disturbance.

"Sorry. I'll take it outside," I whispered.

I received another text message as I was heading out the door.

Frankie: Please talk to me.

Outside, the blast of cold air calmed me a bit, and I stared at the screen for several minutes. I realized that Frankie was just being Frankie. She knew almost nothing about my private life and had no way of knowing how I felt about Bailie. But I was angry and hurt, and even if she didn't know how bad her timing was, that nudie pic was not only inappropriate, but it also poisoned my relationship with Bailie.

I walked aimlessly in the freezing cold air for me almost half an hour while I tried to master my emotions and collect my thoughts. During that time, Frankie made repeated attempts to call and text me. It wasn't until my phone stopped buzzing that I realized that what Frankie wanted from me mirrored what I needed from Bailie--the chance to explain myself. If Bailie had a working phone, I'd be calling and texting her just like what Frankie had been doing to me.

I was still angry, but I decided to call her and hear her explanation. She picked up on the first ring.

"Ross?"

"Yeah."

I couldn't hide the hostile tone in my voice.

"I'm sorry about the nude pic. Please forgive me. I promise I won't do it again," she said quickly.

"We need to talk, but not on the phone. Is there someplace we can go where we can discuss this in private?"

"Only here in my bedroom. Unless you want to see if we can find an empty classroom, but those are usually locked up over the weekend," she replied.

"Okay, I'm coming over--but only to talk--no sex. Agreed?"

"Sure. Whatever you want," she replied anxiously.

"Oh, and I want you fully dressed. Preferably in something off-putting," I demanded.

"I'm not sure I have anything like that, but I'll do my best," she replied.

"Fine. I'll be over in a few minutes."

"Wait! Before you hang up! Can you remove the block? It's driving me crazy!" she pleaded.

I hung up without answering. She deserved all the sexual frustration I could inflict on her. There was something satisfying in hearing her beg for relief and I thought about how long I would make her suffer.

I went back into the library with that thought in mind as I gathered my things from the cubicle. That's when I saw my old laptop that Bailie left behind. It reminded me that I had lost her trust, and she now thought of me as just another guy who betrayed her. I picked it up, hoping to be able to make amends and give it back to her in the future.

As I slowly made my way to the sorority house, I thought about how much Bailie meant to me and how badly I had let her down. All because of that damned Frankie and that stupid nude selfie she sent. But thinking about how many days or even weeks I would keep Frankie's libido blocked reminded me that I was a sex demon. I wasn't worthy of Bailie's affection. She deserved better than me.

Then I thought about Frankie. As angry as I felt towards her, I remembered that she had been through a lot, too. Libido and aura blocking was a demonic power, and I was thinking like a demon. I didn't want to hurt Bailie any more than I wanted to hurt Frankie. Feeling shame and remorse for taking my emotions out on her, I unblocked her aura and ability to cum.

By the time I got to the Beta Iota House, I felt like shit. Frankie greeted me herself at the front door, opening it just as I stepped onto the front porch. She must have been watching from the window. She was dressed in a pair of faded jeans with holes, a white peasant blouse and a black leather vest. I suppose that was a conservative outfit for her, but it wasn't exactly off-putting.

"Come inside and let me explain," she said, leading the way.

Inside, the sorority sisters were busy trimming their Christmas tree. Christmas music was piping in the background.

"Zucchini Boy! Are you here to help us decorate the tree?" several girls asked.

"No, just for a talk with Frankie," I said quietly as I followed her up the stairs.

There were several lewd comments and snickering by the time I reached the second floor. Apparently, they didn't believe anyone would be going upstairs "just for a talk with Mistress."

Once inside the master bedroom / "ceremony room," Frankie sat on the bed and offered me the chair.

"I'd rather sit on the floor. It fits my mood better," I replied.

"The floor? Oh, fuck," she murmured as she sat down on the floor with her back against the bed.

I sat on the floor across from her with my back against the chest of drawers. "Frankie, I want to apologize for blocking you. It was a vindictive thing to do, and I'm sorry."

"You don't have to apologize. I should never have sent you that selfie," she confessed somberly.

I sighed deeply. "Your texts and especially the selfie came at a particularly bad time. There's this very quiet and shy girl that I really like, and your texts interrupted us just when it looked like things were starting to come together. Anyway, when she saw the selfie, she freaked and left in tears."

As I was talking, Frankie's eyes went glassy. A tear quickly ran down her cheek and onto the floor.

"Are you in love with her?" she asked.

"I don't know. Maybe," I replied, dejectedly.

She sniffled and turned her face away, but not fast enough for me to see another tear run down her cheek.

"Frankie, what is it?" I asked.

"Nothing," she sniffled, wiping her cheek.

"Why are you crying? Because I blocked you?"

"No, not that. And I'm not crying!" she sobbed.

I leaned forward and wiped her tear. "What is it? What's going on?"

She hid her face in her hands and her shoulders shook. Frankie crying? Given her tough, salty personality, I found the thought heartbreaking. After about a minute, she looked at me with tear-filled eyes and wet cheeks. She reminded me of those inspirational posters of wet kittens.

"You're going to kill me, and I deserve it," she whined through the tears.

I realized how fond I was of her. I didn't have many friends in Bangor, but she was one of them. "I hope you know me better than that," I replied, kindly.

"You will after I show you," she said as she took out her phone.

She opened her text messages and found a picture that was sent to her. When she clicked on it and opened it up, there was a short video clip of me kissing Bailie at the Pizza Palace.

"Gina sent this to me. That's why I texted you," she sobbed as more tears rolled down her cheeks.

"What? Why? I don't understand. Why did you do that?" Maybe I should have been angry with her, but her show of emotion and those tears shattered all my previous impressions of her. I wondered what was going through her mind.

"Because... I was jealous," she sobbed. She was sitting against the bed in a fetal position with her knees up around her chin. After she spoke, she hid her face in her knees and covered it with her arms. I had been so emotional, and Frankie was acting so out of character that it was only then that I noticed the intense, golden yellow glow of her aura.

"Oh, God," I whispered quietly to myself, as I began to understand what was happening.

We sat on the floor in silence. Up until this point, I always thought that Frankie was only about the sex. Her aura had been an intense, unemotional, and lustful white, but upon reflection, I realized that there were growing shades of yellow creeping into that white façade over the past couple of days.

"Frankie," I said breaking the long silence.

"What?" she replied. Her voice muffled by her head still buried in her knees.

"I'm not going to hurt you and I'm not mad. I promise," I said, quietly.

She picked her head up. "You sure? Why not?"

I looked at her sadly. "Yes, I'm sure; and I'm not mad because I can see how bad you feel about what you did."

"What are you going to do?"

"I don't know. I care for you a lot, and the last thing I would ever want to do is to hurt you."

She looked at me with hopeful eyes. Her aura was a mellow gold. "Do you think you could ever--"

"Ever what?"

She looked down at the floor. "Nothing. Forget I said anything."

I could tell from her posture and facial expression that she was still feeling bad about her actions.

"Come here," I beckoned, patting the floor next to me.

She scooched over and sat beside me.

"If you're asking about love, I don't know if what I feel towards you is love or not. In fact, I don't even know what that word means anymore. Ever since I turned into this... this thing, I spend half my time questioning if what I'm feeling is coming from me or the incubus part of me. This whole demon thing is so new to me and it's really messing up my life. I guess it's messing yours up too," I replied, turning to look at her.

"That girl you were kissing. That was Bailie, the girl from the diner, wasn't it?" she asked, looking back.

"Yes," I replied, staring at my shoes.

"Was she the one you were asking about when you asked if we had an extra room?"

"Yes."

"If you want her so bad, why don't you use your demonic powers to capture her heart or soul or something?" she asked, looking at her feet.

"Ew! That sounds terrible. I'm not looking for some puppet or plaything; I like Bailie for who she is as an intelligent, loving, caring person. The last thing in the world I would want to do is trap her in a relationship against her will. I've never tried to do anything like that to you, and look where we are," I replied, looking back into her eyes.

"But you did use your powers on me," she noted.

"I didn't use my powers to capture you or trick you into liking me, if that's what you're thinking. I only read your aura and gave you what you wanted and tried to fill your needs. I just wanted to do something nice for you."

"That's the part I don't understand. Why are you being so kind to me? Most of the guys I hung out with just saw me as a quick fuck and then dumped me when they found out I wasn't a pushover."

I looked her in the eyes. "You have a problem with me being nice to you? Really? I try to be kind to everyone. Why should I treat you any differently?"

"Well... because of the way I treated you. I kidnapped you and tried to humiliate you first time I met you by mocking you by calling you 'Zucchini Boy.' Then there were all those times I treated you like a fuck toy instead of the decent human being you are, especially after I found out you were an incubus."

"To be honest, it kind of started out the same way with me towards you. I was just starting to change into a demon when you and the girls pulled me out of the library that Friday night. I didn't know it at the time, but my body needed sexual energy to transition, and you, and the rest of the girls provided it. You always seemed to show up just when I needed that transformative energy the most. But along the way, I got to know you and developed feelings for you, too."

"Yeah, I can just imagine the feelings you have for me now," she said morosely.

I put a reassuring hand on her back. "Don't be so sure. I decided on the way over that despite everything, you've been a friend, and if I valued that friendship, I needed to accept you for who you are. Frankie, you're a package deal, and my feelings for you are based on who you are, not who I want you to be."

"And Bailie?" she asked sadly, looking at me.

I withdrew my hand and looked down at the floor. "I feel a deep affection for Bailie. I don't know if 'love' is the right word for it or not, but I feel lost and empty without her. I'm sorry if my affection for Bailie is causing you so much unhappiness."

We both sat in silence for several minutes, looking at our feet. Finally, Frankie broke the silence.

"Can I hug you?" she asked, looking at me.

"Sure," I replied sadly.

She snuggled against me with one arm around my back and her head leaning on my shoulder while I wrapped my arm around her shoulders. We sat together like that for the longest time, listening to each other breath. After a while, she started to chuckle to herself. She looked up and gave me a lopsided smile.

"You know you make a lousy sex demon, right?"

"Sorry. I'm still pretty new at this. But what makes you say that?" I asked.

"You've never initiated sex with me, even when I invited you over to fuck me. You helped a girl get over her guilt after she lost her virginity--which by the way, wasn't even with you. I was the one who told you about gaining energy through dream-walking orgasms. And even this afternoon, when you wanted to talk, you made me get dressed when I was perfectly happy staying naked," she noted.

"And you have a problem with that?" I asked.

"Well, no. Not really. It just seems all backwards, that's all. Everything I've ever heard about sex demons describes them as being shallow, misogynistic parasites who are only interested in sex. But you really care about people--about me. I think that's why I... I've fallen--"

"Stop! Don't say it," I interrupted.

"Say what? Why?" She looked confused, and a little hurt.

"Frankie, I'm an evil monster. I can control people's sex drives, make them horny, stop them from cumming. I can enter dreams and influence their behavior by planting suggestions. Worst of all, I get these urges that are so powerful that I can't even control myself. So, please don't say what I think you were going to say, because I'm not worthy. I don't deserve your affection."

She drew back a little and looked at me with an expression of disbelief.

"Are you fucking kidding me? You're a fucking Boy Scout compared to me. You're telling me it's okay to be a bitch while you set standards for yourself that Mother Theresa couldn't follow. You're so afraid of the incubus part of you that you're shutting out the part that's fucking human. Well, fuck that shit. I've never felt so close to anyone the way I feel about you. And... and to hear you reject..." her voice choked, and a tear ran down her cheek.

A chill ran down my spine. I reached over and pulled her in for a warm embrace, wiping the tear from her cheek.

"Yeah, you're right, I am afraid. I pushed you away because I thought you deserve someone better than a demon. I didn't mean to hurt you. I'm just so fucked up."

"We both are, Zucchini Boy. We both are," she said quietly, hugging me back.

We stayed in that embrace for a while. Her aura remained steady with its golden yellow color. Her head was on my shoulder when I heard her whisper.

"I love you."

A tear rolled down my cheek as I squeezed her against me. She was so far out of that badass, tough-bitch character she normally projected that I realized how much she had opened herself up to me. This was what it meant to be truly human, and I loved her for that.

I smiled--well, more of a smirk, really. "Yeah, and if I tell anyone you'll mess me up, right?"

"Oh, fuck you," she laughed.

She was still laughing when I leaned over and kissed her on the lips.

I looked her in the eyes. "Be patient with me. You know I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. You mean a lot more to me than I'm able to say right now, it's just that there's so much for me to sort out."

"Because of how you feel about Bailie?" she asked, looking deep into my eyes.

"That's a big part of it. I have such strong feelings for you both."

"I'm sorry I messed things up between you and her. I wish I hadn't been such an asshole bitch," she said remorsefully.

"I'll figure it out, somehow. But in the meantime, don't be so hard on yourself. Being a bitch is one of the many qualities I like about you. You're a lot of fun as a bitch," I said, giving her another affectionate squeeze.

"In that case, maybe I should check up on those little cunts to see if they did a decent job decorating the tree," she said, getting up.

"Wait a minute," I said as I wiped some of the remaining moisture from her tears from her cheeks. "That's better, but the eyes are still a little red."

"How about now?" she asked, scowling.

"Better, but too much eyebrow. Ease up a bit," I smiled.

She relaxed her scowl a bit. "How about now?"

"Perfect, if that doesn't get them moist, nothing will."

She did her best to suppress a smile. "Are you going to join us?"

"No. I still have a lot of studying to do. I... or we kind of lost focus after lunch," I explained.

After leaving Frankie, I went back to the house. Tina wasn't back from shopping yet, so I went to my room to study. I wanted to call or text Bailie, but I remembered that she didn't have a phone after it was smashed by the two vandals at the diner.

Tina came back around 5:30 with several armfuls of packages and Chinese takeout. She insisted on taking the packages into the house on her own but gave me the bag of Chinese food to set out on the kitchen table for supper. She was in such a good mood that I didn't have the heart to tell her about Bailie and she didn't have the perception to see that I was hurting. Either that, or maybe I was getting better at hiding my feelings.

I spent the rest of the evening in my room studying until the early hours of the morning. Tina came in a couple of times asking if I was ready to cuddle, but eventually she fell asleep by herself. It was almost 2 AM when I finally crawled into bed.

***

I tried to channel into Bailie's dreams, but found I was blocked. I was puzzled at first, until I wondered if maybe she was still awake.

Instead, I found myself in Lia Bartoli's office.

I was sitting in one of the two padded chairs in front of her desk. She was standing in front of me, leaning against the desk, unbuttoning the front of her low-cut blouse.

"You did well on the written exam, Mr. McPherson, but I want to see how you perform on your orals," she said as the last button on the bottom of her blouse was unfastened. She removed the blouse and reached behind her to undo the fasteners in the back of her bra, giving me a front-seat view of her cleavage.

Her bra shimmied as the last of the hooks was released. Then she alternated her arms holding the cups of her bra in place while she slipped the straps over her shoulders. She smiled and followed my eyes as she removed the bra and cast it on the chair next to me.

At least that's where I think it landed. I was too busy watching those perfect mounds bounce free when she removed her bra. Those large, brown areolas bobbed up and down, and her nipples elongated in the cooler air as I watched. My cock emulated their elongated enlargement, but unlike those nipples, it was still in its confinement.

"You may begin whenever you're ready, Mr. McPherson," she announced, arching her back and pushing those ample beauties even closer.

I hesitated, still a bit of an emotional mess from this afternoon. Between the sudden breakup with Bailie, my demonic overreaction with Frankie, and Frankie's confession of love, I was left feeling emotionally lost and confused. The last thing on my mind was playing naughty teacher with Lia Bartoli.

But I was dream-walking and this was her dream. I had already screwed up twice today, if I acted out now, Lia would be the third. There was an obvious need that she had, and I suspected there was more to it than sex. Maybe this was a distraction she needed. Perhaps I needed it--or at least the demon in me needed it too. I decided to play along.

I stood up an placed my hands on her hips.

"Before we get to the two main subjects, I would like to make some preliminary remarks," I said as I gently kissed her on the lips. Then I kissed my way slowly along her jawline until I reached her ear, where I nibbled on her lobe using only my lips.

I then rimmed her ear before sticking my tongue inside, pressing my chest against hers in the process. I felt her hard nipples poking through my shirt.

"You see, before making a cogent oral argument, one needs to be sure he has the ear of the listener," I whispered suggestively.

"Mmm, I like where this is going," she rasped, her throat going dry.

"Once we have... the listener's... attention, it's... important to... set up... the subject... for a thorough... oral... thrashing!" I said, planting a series of kisses and playful licks on her neck and upper chest in between my words, with my mouth covering her right nipple after the word "thrashing."

"Dio mio!" she moaned as she held my head against her breast while her knees buckled.

My hands were still on her hips and helped hold her up while I swirled my tongue around and around her sensitive nip. Her aura was already a bright white before I started, but now it radiated even wider and brighter.

When I sensed the growth of her aura waning, I pinched the elongated nub between my lips and pulled it outward until it snapped back and jiggled back into position.

"Ohh!" she moaned and had a small orgasm.

Not intense enough to wake her, I switched my assault to her other breast.

I ran my tongue slowly upwards in that forbidden valley between her perfect mounds, before planting a series of kisses closer to her areola. Her hands were still on my head, and they trembled as I reached her sensitive dark circle.

I paused and looked up at her face. Her eyes were closed with her face towards the ceiling. When she realized I had stopped, she looked down at me and smiled. When I was sure she was watching me, I slowly opened my mouth and held it over her nipple, my warm breath against its rock-hard tip. She was still watching as I slowly closed my mouth, baring my teeth at the very last second.

"Ohhh!" she moaned, even before my teeth touched her. That moan morphed into a scream as I closed my mouth and delicately chewed on her nipple.

Another orgasm, a little bigger this time, but still not enough to wake her from her dream.

I waited for her to recover her breathing, absorbing her exotic sexual energy along the way.

Standing up, I kissed her lightly on the lips, teasing her by avoiding the tongue she tried to slip between my lips.

"I would like to try for extra credit, if you will allow me, Lia," I said.

"May I remind you, Mr. McPherson that for purposes of this exam, you will address me as Professor Bartoli," she remanded. Her aura flaring when she said it.

"Yes, of course, Professor. Please forgive me," I said, deferentially. I gave her a look that suggested I understood the game and was up for the challenge.

Her aura blossomed brighter at my unctuousness, as I suspected it would. This was a dream about power, playfulness, and passion, and I needed to merge them all together.

"Just what did you propose to do for extra credit, Mr. McPherson?"

I picked her up by the hips and sat her on top of her desk.

"I would like to delve into the topic of acquisitions," I announced as I unfastened her pencil skirt.

"You've got my attention. Go on," she said as she lifted her hips, and I slid the skirt down over her legs.

"I hope to unveil the mysteries of acquisitions and discover some juicy and arousing facts about them," I continued as I pulled down on her thong and slipped it over her bare feet.

"I'm open to see what you have to offer," she said as she spread her legs.

Her pubes were trimmed into a perfect triangle, cleared of all the side hairs against her large outer labia. Her musky scent was unmistakable and reflected her aura which was returning to the brightness it had when I was kissing her neck.

I knelt down and placed my face between her thighs, pulling her forward so that her legs were over my shoulders and her butt was at the edge of the desk, giving me full access to her entire sex.

"Before considering an acquisition, a good company samples the various prospects--" I said before I placed my tongue against her puckered opening, rimming her several times before sticking the tip just inside. She moaned softly as she arched her back and pushed her hips slightly forward to get more of my tongue inside.

"--to find the best fit--"

I ran my tongue slowly up her perineum to just inside her outer labia. Her moaning got louder.

"--and the highest yields."

I sank my tongue deep between her labia and teased her opening by wiggling the tip just inside.

She was well lubricated with a very musky tang to her nectar.

Professor Bartoli leaned back, holding herself up by one hand as she held my head against her with the other, closing her thighs slightly. Her moans were louder still.

"Mmm. Once the right subject for acquisition is found, a company may want to introduce other elements to sweeten the deal..."

I massaged her clit with my tongue, sucking and kissing it periodically while circling her sensitive puckered opening with my finger.

She panted and moaned something in Italian, or perhaps it wasn't any language at all. I sensed her aura widening and brightening until I felt she was on the edge.

"... Before making a generous and satisfying offer," I said before plunging my tongue deep into her cunt, extending it demonically until I reached her g-spot.

"AHHH--"

Her aura went nova as she clenched tightly. I sucked in as much of her musky nectar and Amaretto-and-lemon-flavored aura as I could before Professor Bartoli and the room disappeared from around me as she woke up.

***

I had no sooner jumped out of Professor Bartoli's dream when I felt a warm squeeze around my cock. I was facing downwards, supported by my elbows with a sizable pair of soft breasts beneath my chest. Opening my eyes, I saw Gabriela panting and smiling, looking up at me.

"Gabriela!" I blurted in surprise.

"Oh, Ross. It feels so real, like you're really inside me!" she gasped and moaned.

"Oh, no. You want Tripp, not me," I huffed. I was thrusting inside her at her perfect pace before I realized Gabriela was still controlling me in the dream.

This was wrong. If I was in her dreams, she would likely start to develop feelings for me--if it wasn't already too late. What would happen on Tuesday in Business Marketing class? How would I be able to get her and Tripp back together? I needed to find a way to take control of the situation, but how? As a demon, all I knew how to do was read auras and make people cum. But those abilities would only get her hornier and make things worse.

The only person who should be getting her aroused and making her cum was Tripp, not me. 'Hm, I wonder...'

"Gabriela, look at me. I'm going to give you the biggest orgasm of your life," I declared as I felt myself changing.

Her eyes and her aura went wide and bright. She smiled lustfully as I took over, pushing harder.

"Tripp?" she panted in surprise.

"Oh, Gabriela, I missed this," I panted in Tripp's voice, thrusting faster.

"Oh, Baby, you're back!" she exclaimed as she reached up and pulled me down on top of her, kissing me deeply. It was a short kiss, as we were both panting and needed to come up for air.

Her aura got brighter and wider. It was time to push her further. I focused on my cock and grew it to black zucchini size.

"Ay Dios mío!" she exclaimed as the sudden increase in erection size took her to the brink of her orgasm.

I held her face in my hands and returned the kiss, plunging my tongue into her mouth.

"MMMM!" she moaned into my mouth as she clenched around my cock.

She flooded me with her radiance before she and the room disappeared.

***

The smell of stale beer and cigarettes told me where I was before I opened my eyes. The living room was empty, but I could hear Bailie sobbing in her bedroom. Was Gary in there with her?

I crept down the hallway, but one of the floorboards creaked.

"Who's there?" Bailie called.

Crap! I'm the last person she wants to see right now.

I noticed Gary's door was closed and I could hear him snoring on the other side. Since I could shapeshift in dreams, I decided I would try it again.

"Whoever you are, you better leave now. I'm calling the police!" Bailie called from her room.

"Don't call. Bailie it's me and this is only a dream," I said in a pleasant female voice as I walked into her room.

"Miss Nicholson?" Bailie asked, looking at me. Her eyes were red from crying, and she had wet tear tracks on her cheeks.

"Please call me Tina. Ross told me what happened, and I thought I would look in on you," I replied.

"Why are you naked?" she asked.

I looked down my body and she was right. I was so used to seeing Tina without clothes that I forgot to include that in my transformation.

"Uh, I'm sure Ross must have told you that I was a bit of an exhibitionist," I replied.

"He said you're usually naked at home, but not when you go out. What did you do with your clothes? It's too cold to be outside naked," she said.

It figures. Bailie was analytical even in her dreams.

"Can we forget about that for a minute and just talk? Ross and I are both worried about you," I asked, looking at her.

"Don't mention his name. He just wants me to be one of his conquests. Guys are all alike. I don't mean anything to him," she replied, bitterly.

"You don't really believe that, do you? Have I--I mean has he ever treated you that way? Look at me, Bailie, I enjoy being a sex object. Hasn't Ross ever told you about how I tried to entice him by walking around the house naked and checking him out when he was in the shower?"

"Well... yes, he did mention something about that," she said slowly.

"If sexual conquests were really what he was after, he would have jumped my bones right then and there, but he didn't. I have--I mean he has strong feelings for you, Bailie. Maybe you should give him a second chance," I urged.

"I... I don't know. I saw him going into the girls' dorm with that chesty Hispanic girl, and then there was that nude selfie of that rude Beta Iota girl. I'm going to have to think about it," she replied.

"But didn't I tell--"

"WHAT'S GOING ON IN HERE? WHO THE FUCK ARE - Oh, fuck!"

I recognized the bald, stocky man standing in the doorway as Bailie's stepfather, Gary. He was completely naked and looked angry, but when he saw me, his eyes lit up--and so did his cock. He began stroking himself.

"Gary!" Bailie gasped in surprise.

"And who do we have here?" he said as he approached me.

I stood up to face him, and he quickly reached out and grabbed my arm, squeezing it tight.

"Let go of me," I warned.

"So that's why you won't put out. It's because of your lesbian friend here!" he said, looking at Bailie.

I pulled against his grip. I could easily have decked him, but disguised as Tina, that would have been too out of character, even if this was all in Bailie's dream.

"She's not a lesbian, I just wanted to see if she was alright," I retorted.

"You're in my apartment. Maybe I should collect some RENT," he sneered, throwing me face first on Bailie's bed.

"Let her go, Gary. Don't hurt her." Bailie cried, tears running down her face.

"I'll take care of you later. I'm going to have fun with this beauty, first," he said, moving behind me and grabbing my hips.

Bailie tried to grab one of his arms, but Gary pushed her away, sending her flying. She landed on the floor with a crash.

I felt myself morphing back into my own body.

"You bastard! Don't you ever do that again!" I shouted, turning around and breaking his grip.

"What the--" Gary was shocked to see me instead of a beautiful model in front of him.

"Ross?" Bailie said, looking up from the floor.

I grabbed Gary by the throat and stood up, lifting him in the air off his feet. "If you ever touch her again, I swear, I will break every bone in your body. Do you understand me?"

Unable to speak because I was literally choking off his airway, he nodded as his face turned from deep red to purple.

I threw him across the hall, where he landed on his ass with his back against his bed. He was still alive, but not moving.

"Ross? Tina? What just happened? What's going on?" Bailie asked in confusion. She looked frightened.

"I--I'm sorry. I never should have come here," I said as I fled the room.

Within seconds, I found myself back in my own room, panting for air and drenched in sweat.

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Next Chapter: An aborted abduction.