Infernal Miranda 02

The alarm went off, and I rolled over and gave Inspector Jason Timmons a shake.

"Whaa?"

"Time to get up, go to work."

"But I just got to sleep."

Fair. He hadn't been getting much sleep lately. A date had led to him offering to provide nighttime "police protection." And ever since I'd been given a bit of an infernal soul, I'd been horny as hell. Of course he didn't know that; he thought I was just insatiable. He had pounded my pussy three times that night, and gotten to sleep around three in the morning.

It was now six, and I was fresh as a daisy. I didn't need as much sleep as I used to. "If you wake up now, we could get in a quickie before work," I said, letting the sheet drop from my torso.

"Ugh," he said. Not the most flattering reaction, but I tried to make allowances. Still, I pushed him, and he had to catch himself to stop from falling out of bed. I was providing a service. He had to get going to make it in time for the early shift up at Homicide.

I got out of bed, too. "You could use a shower," I mentioned, casually. "I'll let you have first dibs."

"Uh-huh." He staggered toward the shower. Poor guy, he hadn't gotten a full night's sleep in a week. I wondered what he'd say if he knew that he had been leaving me kind of unsatisfied. I mean, I had orgasms and all. He was a skillful lover. It just was never enough. And I had dreams of more. Of transforming to a demon, and holding his head while he gagged on my big red cock. And now, with his ass in view as he headed to the shower, I just wanted to bend him over the bed and fuck his ass until the big brawny detective screamed like a girl.

Fuck, thinking like that wasn't going to make me any less horny. And I wasn't willing to share my secret with him yet, anyway. I didn't know how he'd react to me being a demon. It wasn't illegal, of course, but a cop might think chicks with horns were inherently on the other side. For that matter, some straight dudes would get bent by their girlfriend having a cock bigger than theirs.

Was I his girlfriend? All I knew is we'd slept together for a week straight. That might mean I was a girlfriend. It might mean that he wasn't joking about police protection. I'd had one hit man come after me already, after all. Jason probably didn't think I could defend myself, but I was more and more convinced that I could. Demons had been top of the page, don't need to scroll down news for a while now. Some Middle Eastern theocracies had declared that they should be hunted down and shot on sight, but it hadn't been that easy. We were tough.

I wasn't going to tell Jason that if hired guns came into my apartment, I'd probably be protecting him rather than the other way around. Male egos are fragile.

I jumped into the shower with him, instead. He fucked me against the shower wall. It was pretty good, and eventually we got cleaned up. I put on a white blouse and short skirt after, and I know he was looking at my legs.

"Want a lift into work?" I asked.

"You don't have to do that," he said. "Surely you could use some sleep, too."

I was unemployed, living off my savings, or so I told him. Actually, I was living off money I'd appropriated from a crime boss, who was too dead now to complain about it. "I'm good," I said.

I drove him in. I had a hidden agenda. I dropped him off and then parked my car a couple of blocks away.

Cops are easy to follow; you can spot the big antennas even when they are several cars ahead of you. Captain Al Kyler, Jason's boss, left the station at seven-thirty, after handing off command to Jason, but he used an undercover car to head home. I followed him about a mile, and when he parked, I pulled my little Civic into a space a bigger car couldn't have fit, three cars back from where Captain Al Kyler had put his Ford Crown Victoria. It wasn't a black-and-white, but it still stuck out like a sore thumb if you knew what to look for.

I was in human form, dressed in a ginger wig, white blouse and a short skirt, with a few buttons undone to show decolletage. I told myself it was reverse psychology. If anyone spotted me, they'd figure there was no way I'd dress like that for a tail job. Maybe I was fooling myself. Since I'd gained an infernal soul, I was horny constantly, and so far I hadn't found a lot of ways to feed that itch, but I didn't want to wear too many clothes. I liked having men - and women - take second and third looks at me.

Kyler went into Green's Deli, and I went in after him. He ordered a Reuben, I had a bagel with lox and plenty of cream cheese. And capers. I love capers. He sat in a corner booth, and I took a table nearby. He looked me over. He had seen me twice before, once at a crime scene and once naked in a pool, with a blonde wig that time. He didn't seem to recognize me as a redhead.

A couple of minutes later a guy got in the booth next to Kyler. I knew who he was. Vince Olcher had been Hutton's right-hand man. He owned three buildings that just happened to be brothels, and he had his finger in drug deals, too.

I turned up the little amplifier I had in my ear. Since I'd become part demon, my hearing had gotten better, but they were going to keep their voices low and I didn't want to get too close.

"Business as usual," Olcher said, getting straight to the point. "Don't hassle my girls, and keep the cops scarce at Woodward square."

"Hutton's gone," Kyler said. "And I don't think you have the stuff on me he had."

"I have the stuff alright."

"Prove it."

The "stuff" was blackmail. It started with a picture of Kyler en flagrante with a woman that wasn't his wife. It actually wasn't clear Kyler was doing much, but he was in a hotel room and the woman's clothes were half off. A badger game, I figured. He'd been set up. Still, he was in the room with her, and as a cop, he should have known better than to fall for it. After that, he'd done Hutton various favors, and Hutton had documented them. The picture might have cost Kyler his marriage, but the rest would cost him his job.

Kyler was a dirty cop.

I'd dropped him an anonymous note, telling him that the information was now in my hands, and that if he kept to the straight and narrow, I'd keep all of that hidden. I'd dropped a lot of people in town notes like that. Sure it was blackmail, but it was blackmail for a good cause.

"I've got it alright," Olcher said, "Don't you worry about that. But I'm operating on a new plan, see? You'll get a cut. How does ten K a month sound to you? They pay you that kind of money at the police station?"

"They pay us shit, you know that."

Now, I agree that cops are underpaid. It's a dangerous job, especially if you're not in league with the bad guys you're pretending to chase. No arguments there. But I happened to know that a Captain made more money than I'd ever made at any job in my life. It's all relative.

"That's not all. Free visits with the girls, if you want 'em."

"They've all got pox, probably."

"Wear a rubber. But we make 'em get tested. I'll steer you right."

"I got a note the other day, in the mail. From somebody who said they have the stuff, you know? And they included a photo."

"Yeah? What'd the note say?"

"The note said that I needed to do my job or I'd be exposed."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Who sent it?"

Kyler shrugged. "Who knows? It was mailed at a post office box, no return address. No fingerprints. I can't admit I got it, so there's a limit to what I can do to investigate."

"We need to find them."

"You need to find them. I need to keep my nose clean until you do."

Olcher nodded. "Yeah. I'll find them alright. I got an idea. The night Hutton died, there was a girl at the party that wasn't one of the ones I supplied. Something went screwy at that party. You were there - did you see the girl?"

Kyler shook his head. "No. But I saw a demon. Hutton was sucking her cock, the little faggot. I think they can pose as humans, from what I've read in the news."

"A demon," Olcher said. He grinned. "It shouldn't be hard to get a demon on our side. Wait - sucking her cock?"

"Oh. She was a babe in every other respect. But the biggest schlong you've ever seen. Like something out of porn, but bright red. A tail, horns, and bazooms. Looked natural, but big and no sag."

"Huh."

"So yeah. I'm keeping my nose clean - unless you deal with my blackmailer, and get the demon on board. My guess, though, is that the blackmailer and the demon are one and the same."

"So why would a demon tell you to go straight?"

"Beats me," said Kyler. "But maybe because she wants to wipe you out before she takes over. I'd watch your step, Olcher. She could be watching you right now."

I could, indeed. It was strange how they both assumed my intentions were evil, even when there was a simpler explanation. Just because I had red skin, horns, and a tail? Yeah. Prejudice, that was what it was.

They walked out, going separate ways. Kyler wasn't any good, obviously, but at the moment he was afraid to do any harm. He was a problem for later, if ever.

Kyler left, and I let him go. After Olcher picked up the check, I followed him, instead. He headed down the main drag, made a right on Starbuck, another right on some side street, and then another right. I had to get close behind him.

Then he got back on the main drag, and slowed down. I slowed down too. Just as the light was turning red, he hit the gas hard and sped through the light, leaving me sitting there.

I'd been made. I headed home.

#

"I'm thinking we should see other people," Jason told me.

"What?" I asked. "I'm not enough for you?"

He was lying back in bed, looking kind of peaked. His cock was flaccid and covered with our juices. I was wearing a black shelf bra, garter belt, and stockings, and nothing else. I licked my lips, and crawled toward him, my eyes on his cock.

He grabbed my shoulders. "Miranda. This is a serious conversation. You know that you're more than enough. Actually, that's the problem."

I'd been insatiable since the change. And I felt a little guilty. Sex with Jason was great, but there was something in me that was unsatisfied. It wasn't just that he was usually washed up after four or five times, when I was just getting started. A lot of men have trouble with erectile dysfunction and I was prepared to be patient. The fact was, though, that sex with Jason wasn't quite the best sex I'd ever had.

It wasn't quite as good as having that complete douche bag of a crime lord, the man who'd ordered a hit on my father, Hutton, suck my demon cock. What the fuck was up with that?

I was tempted to tell Jason my secret. But he might not be into me that way. In fact, nothing about Jason suggested that he'd be interested in sucking cock. Or getting fucked in the ass. Or doing any of the other things I imagined doing with my smoking hot demon body.

I shrugged. "Fine. Let's have a serious conversation. But I'd rather fuck."

"I'm aware. You're insatiable."

I grinned. "That's a compliment, right?"

"Sure. Except that I can't keep up. When I say we should see other people, I mean that you should see other people."

"And you'd be happy being my faithful squire?" I asked. "Some kind of cuckolding thing?"

He shook his head. "No, if you're free, I'm free. In fact, I don't think we ever agreed otherwise. But honestly, I haven't hardly looked at another woman."

"At men?" I asked, hoping to get a clue as to how he'd feel about my big red cock.

He shook his head. "No, I'm not into guys. I'm just too damn worn out. It's getting hard to focus on my job. I need a night off, and you -"

"I don't want a night off."

"Right. Exactly. So maybe you should see other people."

"Pick somebody up for one-night stand from a singles bar, or something?"

"Something."

I looked down at his cock, hoping to see some kind of reaction. Didn't some guys get off on the idea of their girl sleeping around? But no, not a twitch to indicate that the snake was even alive, rather than roadkill.

I know right now this seems like an absurd reaction, but I'd been a demon for just over a week, and a human for twenty-seven years. We didn't know then what we know now about demons, and I reacted like a woman, rather than a demon. "Am I just - not attractive enough for you?"

"Fucking hell," he said. He rolled over and reached for his clothes.

"What?"

"You are attractive enough for me. That dress does not make you look fat, either."

"I'm not even wearing a dress!"

"Yeah," he said. "And I'm noticing. The spirit is willing and the flesh is weak. And I'm going home so I can get some solid sleep for what's left of the night."

"You can get good sleep here."

He shook his head. "I've tried that. You'll wake me up with a blowjob at three, and then expect sixty-nine. And then maybe at five you'll get me hard in my sleep and try riding me like a cowgirl. No, sleep is something that happens in my own bed."

"Want company?" I asked. "I could put on a trench coat."

"In my own bed," he said. "Alone."

And then he left.

Fuck. Or rather, a lack of fucking.

Well, there was always my vibrator. Or - it was only one-thirty, the bars didn't close for thirty minutes. I could go. I could go in demon form and maybe get to do the things I'd been fantasizing about. Of course, my clothes wouldn't fit then, but the trench coat should work. I stripped out of my underwear, which was expensive and would rip, and spent a few minutes looking over my dress collection, which consisted of three dresses because I was usually a jeans and t-shirt kind of girl, before deciding time was-a-wasting and I should just go with the trench coat.

My phone rang. It was Jason.

"Want to come back?" I asked.

"No. Just when you tackled me the moment I came in, I forgot something important. I don't know that it's ethical to tell you. But someone, I think my boss, did a lookup on your license plate number. I checked, and you don't have any outstanding tickets, so it wasn't about that. Any idea why?"

I did have an idea why. Olcher had probably gotten it when he'd caught me tailing him. "Nope. Maybe I was at a crime scene without knowing it, and they are just running all the plates down?"

"Maybe," said Jason. "You watch yourself. Kyler - well, I have my doubts about him, sometimes."

"This town is riddled with dirty cops," I said. "Present company excepted."

"And even this one needs a shower. Goodnight, Miranda."

He hung up before I could respond.

I saw no reason not to go through with my plan. I could get to a bar with ten minutes to spare, and the desperate would be wondering if they were going to end up sleeping alone. I walked out in human form, and headed to my car.

Two beefy guys followed me. The streets near my apartment were normally pretty deserted at this time of night. I got into my little car, and drove toward the bar. They got into a blue Toyota SUV and followed. I did a loop around the block, and the SUV followed.

Well, might as well make it easy. I headed for the river, and parked at a spot frequented by necking lovers. There was a cliff I could be tossed off, if they liked, and of course there was drowning. It'd be a good place for the cops to guess lover's quarrel, too, if they settled for using a bullet. Either way, it was perfect for them, if they were going to make a move.

They parked behind me. I opened my door, like I was going to get out, and watched in my mirror as they got out too and approached. I unbuttoned my trench coat, because it was just going to be in the way.

They were both twice my size, at the moment. One had a shock of blond hair, short and sticking straight up. He wore a sport jacket, and had a hand up where a shoulder holster should be. He got to me first, and gaped. He hadn't been expecting me to be virtually naked.

The other had a tattoo on his left shoulder of a cobra, bared by a muscle shirt. He looked at what his friend was staring at, and grinned. His.38 revolver was tucked into the waistband of his sweats.

"Maybe we should have some fun first," said Crew-cut.

I stepped out of the car. "What do you mean have some fun?" I asked.

Crew-cut grabbed me, and pulled the trench coat off.

I didn't have to know their life stories, or how they got to the job they were in, to have no compunctions about what I was going to do. In fact, just thinking about it was making me horny. Did I mention that I'm always horny, these days? And being horny made it easier to change. So did being angry.

Crew-cut held my arms pinned against me and groped my tits, which pissed me off more. "Maybe you two want to reconsider all this," I said, giving them one last chance.

Crew-cut laughed.

"Yeah, right," said Snake.

"Are you consenting to sex with me?" I asked.

Another laugh from Crew-cut. "Sure, bitch. Consent. Haha."

"Look," Snake said. "This is fucked up. This is a hit. We're not doing this, Sam. Let's just do the job."

"Fuck that," Crew-cut said. "I want to tap this ass. Besides, it will make it look like it wasn't a hit."

So it was a hit, huh?

Snake shook his head. "It's not right, man."

A hit man with a conscience, sort of. Well, it's a big world. Snake looked at my crotch. I had gotten waxed just a few days ago, so I wasn't embarrassed or anything. Although I think a little of Jason's cum might have been trickling out.

I shifted. Snake was still looking at my crotch, so when I got taller and my skin turned red, he got a good close look at the foot-long cock that suddenly grew where my vag used to be.

I grabbed Crew-cut with one hand, and Snake with the other, and slammed them against my car. They were stunned for a moment, long enough for me to frisk them and come out with two knives. I got Snake's revolver from his waistband, and Crew-cut's Glock from his shoulder holster. I tossed them both on the ground.

I couldn't hold both of them and frisk them, and they didn't stay stunned for long. Snake twisted to face me, and his eyes opened wide. Crew-cut turned a moment later.

"Into rape, are you?" I asked him, and grabbed his throat.

"Don't hurt us," Snake said.

"C'mon," Crew-cut gasped out. "Let's rush the bitch."

Snake shook his head. "Nope. I'm switching sides." He snuck another look at my big red cock.

Well, how about that?

"I'll switch sides too," Crew-cut gasped.

"Nah," I told him. "There's not any room on my side for rapists, asshole." I pushed him away. Murderers, maybe. But one had to have standards.

He did exactly what I thought he'd do. He went for his Glock. I didn't trust Snake, but this was a good way to test him. Crew-cut picked up the gun and started pointing it at me. I covered the distance in a flash and grabbed his hand, forcing it back.

I slipped my finger over his.

It took him a moment, as I kept forcing his hand farther and farther, to realize what I was doing. Then he tried to drop the gun, but my hand held his firm. He tried kneeing me in the groin, and managed to connect with my thigh - it didn't hurt, exactly, but it was unpleasant.

I got his hand in the position I wanted, and squeezed his finger. His finger squeezed the trigger. I let his body drop to the ground. He had a new hole in his head, and it would be an easy case of suicide for the police.

"Fuck," Snake said. "You're bad ass."

"That's right. You serious about switching sides?"

"Yeah. Who wants to serve a backup crime-lord when they can serve a demon? Olcher's running the show now, but he doesn't have what it takes."

I shrugged, conscious of how naked I was. Odd, killing a man hadn't quelled my ardor at all. "No one who has any sense," I said. "You'll do anything?"

"Anything. What do I call you?"

I thought for a moment, and told him, "Mistress."

"Yes, Mistress," he said.

"Right now, I need my cock sucked. Is that your car, or his?"

"His."

"Better leave it then, and get in mine. No," I said, when he started toward the left of the car. "I'll drive. You give road head. And get your gun and the knives, first. We don't want anything of yours on the scene."

His eyes flashed. "Yes, Mistress."

"Got stuff in the car you need to get? And wipe off your prints, while you're at it. Quickly."

He hurried to obey. I watched to see what he did with the gun, but he just tucked it back in his pants.

We drove away. If we'd gotten pulled over, I couldn't say the police weren't doing their job. He bent down to suck on my cock. I got a few stares, because it's not every day people see a topless red-skinned woman with horns crammed into the front seat of a Honda Civic, but he stayed out of sight. In four miles I exploded down his throat.

"Ever suck cock before?" I asked him.

"No, Mistress," he said. "I ain't no homo."

I shrugged. Labels. People got so attached to them. "You're good at it. I think. You're only my second."

"I know what I like, and I did it to you. Who was your first?"

"Hutton," I told him. "The night he died."

He gulped.

I smirked. "Nothing bad is going to happen to you as long as you don't double cross me. You have an apartment? A house?"

"A house."

"Married?"

"Hell no."

"Live alone?"

"Yeah."

I nodded. "Good. We'll go to your house, and you'll get me something to wear."

And that happened, eventually. First, though I bent him over his bed and fucked his ass, and then he gave me another blowjob in the shower. But in the morning we did some measurements, and he bought me a new wardrobe, using the advance he'd gotten for the hit on me.

#

It was time to go on the offensive.

I had a text from Jason, just asking if I was okay. I texted him back and told him yes, and thanks for dumping me before the bars closed. He told me he hadn't dumped me. I told him I had some amazing sex. He told me he was happy for me.

The problem with texting is you can't see facial expressions. Happy for me. Grrr.

I waited for nightfall. Snake's taste in clothes wasn't mine, but maybe he'd made the right choices; I did look bad-ass. I was waiting in the passenger side of his minivan, watching a house at the end of Sepulveda Street. Men would come in, stay for an hour, and then come back out. I wondered what the neighbors thought. Personally, I didn't have a problem with women making money on their backs. Heck, a lot of marriages didn't amount to much more than that. If it was legal, it would be harder for creeps like Hutton and Olcher to get their fingers in the pie.

I noticed the guys didn't knock, they just walked right in. I guess that was the right way to run a business like that; no one wanted to stand outside a whorehouse waiting for the door to open and giving any private detective a chance to snap an incriminating picture.

According to Snake, Olcher liked to do the rounds on Wednesday nights, make sure things were going okay, and maybe get a free BJ in the process. I imagined it made him feel big and powerful, reminding the girls they were under his thumb, and had to give him for free what they normally charged for. Probably compensating for a tiny dick or something.

Sure enough a little before one his Caddy pulled into the driveway. Olcher got out. Two goons got out, too, and flanked him.

"He always travel like that?" I asked Snake.

Snake shook his head. "Nope. It's new. He must have gotten spooked when I didn't report in, and Tom was found dead. Anybody who could take the two of us out could handle Olcher just fine."

"And the guys he's with?"

"They're tough. But I could get one from here with a headshot. After that it'd be a firefight. But of course... there's you."

"Yeah. There's me. Don't shoot yet."

I let them walk inside, gave them three minutes, and then got out of the car.

"I better come with you, Mistress," Snake said.

I shook my head. "No. On this mission, you're the getaway driver. I got this."

I walked to the house. In the poor light I hoped that no one could tell my face was red. Of course there were the horns. And the fact that I was over six feet tall, and even taller in boots.

I was going to make an entrance. I tried the door, and it was still unlocked, so I walked right in.

There was a bouncer at the door, a big man, more fat than muscle but plenty of both, perched on a stool too small for his ass. To the left there was a living room. Three girls my age lounged on couches in lingerie and lots of makeup. I thought maybe I recognized one from the pool party where Hutton died, but I couldn't be sure. They didn't look alike, but they were trying, all employing all the arts women have to try to look like one ideal.

The two goons were on the couches, too, one with a girl on each side, the other making do with just the one.

I dropped my trench coat.

I wore a leather bustier, and matching leather panties that rode high on my hips. Even the thigh-high leather boots matched. In the boots, I was about six and half feet tall. I had to duck going in the door because of the horns. My demon-sized breasts were pushed up into even more massive proportions by the tight top. Needless to say, everyone stared.

One of the goons reached for his gun, and I jumped, covering the distance. I grabbed his wrist before he could aim and swung him by it. He tried to resist, which was his fault; I don't think the arm would have cracked like that if he hadn't. I threw him into his friend, the one seated between the two girls. The girls screamed and dived out of the way.

The bouncer started to get up, seemed to have some thoughts about actions and consequences, and sat right back down again.

"So," I said. "Where's a girl go to get some action around here?"

The guy whose arm I'd broken was moaning, and he moaned louder when his "friend" pushed him off rudely so he could get to his holster. I guess the guy wasn't too bright, because he could have used the other dude as a shield and I wouldn't have been able to see what he was doing.

I kicked his face. There was blood, it was gross, and he didn't move after that. I thought there was a fair chance he wasn't dead, but I didn't check.

"Uh," said a dark-skinned, black-haired girl. "Um, what can we do for you? We just work here, you know. Please don't hurt us."

I looked. And it was weird. I'd never been attracted to women. But when she asked what she could do, I thought of several ways she could help me with my raging libido, and my cock twitched in my panties. Everyone stared at my crotch, and I could see why. It had popped right out of a garment never meant to hold a cock, much less a big red one like mine.

And the dark-haired girl, seeing it, licked her lips.

The blonde spoke up. "We'd love to get a taste of your big, red, cock. Discount rates."

"No," said the redhead. "On the house."

"All of you?" I asked.

They all nodded.

I glanced over at the bouncer. He put up his hands in an expression of surrender. "They don't pay me enough for this shit."

"Fine," I said to the three girls. "Tell me where Olcher is, and after that, we'll have some fun."

"I don't know -" said the blonde.

"Second floor, second door on the right," said the redhead. "He's with Janice. But don't tell anyone I told you." She looked at the others, as if realizing they could tell.

I owed her some protection, and I didn't know how to be subtle. "No one is going to tell," I said. "Because everyone wants to stay in one piece, right?"

They all nodded.

Getting threatened would quell my interest in a person, but the girls just looked at me like they wanted to jump me right then and there. My cock got harder. It would be so easy to get distracted, and pound their pussies. Mouths. Asses. Girls had three holes to use. God, maybe I'd been missing out, sleeping with men all these years.

I turned and headed up the stairs. There was a narrow hall, and several doors off it. Second door on the left, they'd said, right? I was a bit distracted. It had a do not disturb sign on it, as did some of the others. Well, that fit. I opened the door.

A girl was squatting over a man, calling him names while he licked at her pussy. Whatever Olcher was into. I walked in, and she turned in alarm, getting off him.

His face glistened with her juices, but it wasn't Olcher. "Sorry. Wrong room. Have fun."

I backed away, and closed the door, but not before the girl screamed.

Was it the horns? The cock? Just my size? Geez.

I pressed myself against the wall and waited. But no one investigated. Apparently screams were normal around here. Maybe the bouncer would have come up to investigate, but he was probably expecting a little noise.

I tried the door on the other side. It was locked, but I was pretty sure now it was the one.

"Busy!" yelled a guy. "Go away!" It sounded like Olcher to me.

I tried the door harder, until the lock gave way, and then, for good measure, kicked it in.

Olcher was there with a curvy, naked brunette. The brunette grabbed the sheets for a pretense of modesty, but I barely paid attention to her, because Olcher had the gun in his hand and it was pointing at me.

I was pretty sure a bullet would at least hurt, and I'm not into pain. Well, let me rephrase that. I'd gotten a bit of satisfaction lately out of some extreme stuff - broken bones and all. But it wasn't my bones doing the breaking. I was a sadist, maybe, but a masochist? No. Also, a little of me doubted that I could survive a bullet, in spite of the news reporting that demons were almost unkillable. So I hesitated.

"We can work together," Olcher said. "Or I can shoot you. I'll cut you in for forty percent."

"Sixty-forty?" I asked. "Or is there more to it than you?"

"Just my share. Between me and you. We'll be unstoppable."

"She's g-g-got a huge cock," the girl said, irrelevantly I thought.

But I went with it. "Bigger than his?" I gestured to Olcher. He wasn't at full mast, so it wasn't a fair question.

"Much," she said.

His face darkened.

"We can compare dicks, then," I suggested. "Bigger dick gets the sixty."

He reddened, although he couldn't get as red as me. "Fifty-fifty," he said. "Full partners."

I shut what was left of the door behind me, trying to stay calm with the gun pointed at me. Probably it wouldn't hurt, much? If I were him, I would just shoot. But maybe he'd read the news, too, and was worried that it wouldn't do anything.

"Full partners?" I asked.

"Yeah. Straight up the middle."

"Her, too?" I asked, gesturing to the cowering brunette.

"Huh?" he asked.

"Is she part of the deal?"

"Sure."

"Olky!" the brunette cried.

He shot her a glance. Maybe it was "shut up, bitch." Maybe it was "don't you see I don't have much choice?" Maybe he just didn't like her using the nickname in front of me.

I moved forward while he was distracted, but I wasn't as quiet as I wanted to be. I blame the boots. He turned back toward me and pointed the gun again. "No closer or I'll shoot."

"I think I'm worried about a double cross," I said.

"I won't double cross you."

I shook my head. "That's not the double cross I meant."

"Huh?" He glanced at the brunette again. "Her?"

It was just enough. I grabbed the gun, and yanked. He squeezed the trigger, but he couldn't aim the thing and he just ended up putting a hole in the wall. A split second later I had my hand on his throat.

"No, Olky," I said. "I meant me. The temptation to double cross you would just be too much, you know? Especially now that you took a shot at me."

"You can have sixty," he gurgled. "And Janice is all yours."

"Olky!" Janice exclaimed again.

I glanced at her. "What do you think? Is there a reason for him to live?"

She gave me a long hard stare, and then him, and said, softly. "Sorry, Olky, but if you aren't going to stand by me, I'm not going to stand by you. Break his neck."

I squeezed.

"You can have it all," Olcher squealed.

"Yeah," I said. "I think I can."

I should've done it, but I couldn't. I let him go.

Then I saw the look in Janice's face. She'd turned on him, and now she was afraid of what would happen to her. And the redhead downstairs probably had the same fear. Dammit.

I didn't think of myself as a killer. And now, even more so than with the thug at Lover's Leap, it would be in cold blood.

Then Olcher dived for the gun. He would have made it out alive if he hadn't done that. And if it hadn't been for the girl, because I couldn't be a hundred percent sure he wouldn't try to use it on her if he was afraid to try to shoot me. All of those thoughts flashed through my head in a second, and I responded by instinct, kicking him in the face as he went by.

I was a lot stronger than I used to be. He went sprawling, hit his head on the bed frame, and then lay still.

I bent down, and checked for a pulse. Nada.

"Is he dead?" Janice asked.

"Yeah."

"Good. Poor Olky. But good."

I wasn't going to help her sort out her feelings. "Anybody asks, he was going for his gun, and he was going to shoot you."

She nodded.

"Give me your phone."

She opened a nightstand drawer, and handed it to me. I handed it back. "Unlock it."

She did.

I called the police, and asked for Kyler. There was a good chance he was working the night shift, because I knew that Jason was off, but they said he was out.

"It's an emergency, and he'd regret not taking the call. I have a hot tip for him."

They asked for a number. I gave him the girl's. And waited.

It was a long time, with a corpse in the room. I told Janice to spend it getting some clothes on. When the phone rang, the clock claimed it was just two minutes. "Janice?" he asked. "What's up."

"It's not Janice," I said. "Is this free from monitoring?"

"Yes," he said. "Who is this?"

"Someone who has some photos. Someone who knows you've been crooked. Someone who wants you to go straight."

"Oh."

"Yeah. Oh. I know about your conversation with Olcher in the deli. This is your last chance. Seems there's been an accident. All you have to do is come out and investigate. It's at Janice's place of employment; I think you know where it is. There might be some crazy stories about demons and such, but you're good at suppressing stuff, right? Try to suppress that. In any case, the guys here, they were trying to pull guns on the girls."

He paused a moment. "Can't have that," he said at last. "But if I go there I'm going to have to bust the place, you know that. After all. You wanted me to go straight."

"Alright," I said. "Bust the place. Take a few minutes to get here, though."

"Got it."

I hung up the phone, and tossed it to Janice. "Get out of here before the cops come," I told her. "And get the other girls out, too."

I left. I crossed the hall and opened the door on the other side. He was sucking on her feet now. "Cops on the way. You've got a few minutes, but better clear out. Warn the others." I didn't trust Janice.

Then I headed downstairs. The bouncer had moved the goons, where I don't know. The girls were back on the couches.

"You all still interested?" I asked.

I got three nods.

"Good," I said. "Grab your street clothes, put 'em on, and come with me. The cops are on the way, anyway." I looked at the bouncer. "You probably have a few minutes, but I wouldn't count on a lot."

There was a closet on the ground floor where the girls kept their clothes, and also some working costumes. It didn't take them long; I guess they were used to the idea they might have to leave in a hurry. Three minutes later they followed me out to Snake's van.

"What's up, Mistress?"

"Sex party at your house," I said.

"Alright!" Snake was enthusiastic. The girls piled in to the back.

I turned to them and said, "No one has to do anything they don't want to. Not with Snake, not with me, not with each other. No means no. Ask before touching. Everyone good?"

They nodded.

"I'm Vaesha," said the dark girl.

I smiled. I'd need to think of a name. "Miranda" had other uses, and I didn't want to be connected to easily. So I looked at the blonde.

"Bambi," she said.

"Ginger," offered the redhead.

Maybe one of those names was a real name, but I doubted it. All I had to do was give a fake name, but my mind froze. What fake name? Something demonic? What would that even be. Something ordinary? I couldn't just be Jane.

"Demonica," I blurted out. Like Demon, and Monica get it? Okay, it was lame.

But the girls didn't think so. "Yum," said Bambi.

I turned to watch the road. Some cop cars drove past us, with screaming sirens. Hopefully they didn't see me for what I was, but it was night and I was probably okay.

Killing off the current head cheese of organized crime every few days was probably a decent way to put a dent in the problems of the city. But it seemed crude. I wanted to come up with a better way.

Then we got to Snake's house, and the girls and Snake piled out, and I forgot all about that for the rest of the night. In his living room, three beautiful girls took their clothes off, and I forgot all about being straight, too.

Bambi took my cock in her mouth.

Ginger sidled up on one side of me, and kissed me.

Vaesha took the other, and nuzzled against my neck while stroking Snake's cock. He was standing right next to her, and he was rock hard.

"Can you take it all?" Ginger asked.

Bambi, amazingly, could.

I slid my tail around, and whispered something to Vaesha. She nodded, and I slid my tail into her very wet pussy. Having one dick was a novelty, but my tail was nearly as sensitive, and it was like having two dicks. I slid my fingers inside Ginger.

Bambi knew just what she was doing. After deep throating me, she started working me with her mouth and hands, speeding up. She was way better than Hutton - better than Snake, too. All that experience. Maybe I should be embarrassed by the fact that in less than three minutes I was spurting a hot thick load down her throat, but I couldn't help it.

Then again, I was still hard afterward. And Bambi moaned as she swallowed most of my load like she was cumming herself. Ginger bent down to lick up the spunk that dribbled out, and the two of them frenched for a couple of minutes, babbling about how yummy it was.

I bent Vaesha over the couch and fucked her. Bambi sat down next to her and spread her legs, acting like she was high and happy, and maybe she was. She gestured for Snake to fuck her.

Ginger kissed me deeply while I was still balls deep inside Vaesha.

"You even taste like ginger. Candied ginger. So sweet," I told her.

"That's your taste," she said. "Your cum tastes like that."

"Oh."

I lasted ten minutes with Vaesha, and then she got the same spaced-out look on her face that Bambi had.

"My turn," said Ginger. "Give it to me in the ass."

I did. She was so fucking tight. Snake switched to fucking Vaesha and Bambi grabbed my tail and started fucking herself with it. I could move it by myself, but why not let her do the work? Also it was easier to swish my tail than to thrust with it. Her hands felt good on its long length, nearly as good as Ginger's ass.

The whole business of asking first, and all that, kind of went out the window. It was clear that the girls wanted to be touched and to touch, and I didn't mind being touched, and Snake didn't mind either. He was the only one who kept asking, carefully, before doing anything. Other than that, it was a free for all.

I fucked Snake while the girls watched and cheered. Then we all piled into the shower, rubbed each other's bodies down, and started round two.

I lost count of how many times they came, and even how many times I did. I only know that at seven in the morning I was finally actually sated and content, more interested in breakfast than in sex for the first time in a week. The girls and Snake were passed out in the living room, with blissful looks on their faces.

I showered, changed into human form, got my clothes on, and slipped out the back door. Then I walked around to get to my car, which I'd parked down the street.

There was a cop car behind it, and Jason was leaning against my Civic.

Well, wasn't that interesting! He spotted me a moment after I spotted him, so I kept walking toward him. "Hi there," he said.

"Hi Miranda. Funny thing. We got called in to investigate some violence. Two guys dead, looked like their faces had been kicked in. Another guy unconscious, arm just splintered. Nasty, the doctors don't know if they'll be able to make it right."

"Ugh," I said. "Glad I don't have your job."

He nodded. "Neighbors spotted a van nearby, and two of them said they saw a demon woman get into it with three others. My boss thinks they were hallucinating. The thing is, they got the number of the car. It belongs to a guy named Snake, used to do some work for Hutton."

I shrugged. "Yeah?"

"Yeah. And you just came out of Snake's house. See, I was told not to follow up, but I'm on my personal time, so I thought I'd swing by, maybe talk to him. Instead I see your car. What the hell is going on, Miranda?"

"You told me to see other people," I told him. "I'm seeing them."

"Any of them left alive in there?"

"Yeah." I giggled. "I think I wore them out, though."

"You wore them out?"

"When you said "see" other people, I assumed you meant fuck other people. Was I wrong?"

Jason shook his head. "No, I assumed it would amount to that. Your libido is -"

"Off the charts. I know."

"How many of them, Miranda?"

"Four?" I said, making it a question because I was embarrassed. Or maybe I was proud. Or maybe I was embarrassed about being proud.

"That's not human, Miranda."

I sighed. He was smart, and besides, he deserved my honesty. "No, Jason, it's not."

"You killed those guys."

"Every one of them pulled a gun on me before I hit them," I said. "Except Olcher, maybe. He might have been pulling a gun on one of the girls who double-crossed him. I didn't take time to find out, or you'd have had another corpse, maybe." I shrugged. "Are you taking me in, officer?"

"I should," he said. "Kyler is trying to cover it up."

"Kyler's a dirty cop. As you've probably guessed."

"Yeah. And what does that say about you, that he's protecting you?"

"It means I have something on Kyler. And I've told him to do his job - other than this. You know the world is better off without Olcher."

He nodded. "People are supposed to get trials, and stuff, you know."

"Is that how it usually happens? Did my dad get a trial, so he could be found innocent? Or did he just get a bullet and get dumped in the alley?"

"Your thirst for vengeance warps your judgment. You're too involved to even sit on a jury, much less be judge, jury, and executioner."

I put out my wrists. "Okay, hero. Take me in. Make me pay the price for doing the job you should have done a long time ago. That Kyler should doing. Then hum yourself to sleep the next time some innocent is killed because he crosses the mob, and wonder if they could have been saved, my way."

He thought about it, staring at me. He even reached for his cuffs. And then, slowly, he shook his head. "Dammit, Miranda."

I nodded. "Yeah. Damn. I didn't ask for this, Jason. I asked for help because Hutton sent a couple of hopheads to rape and kill me, and the help I got was being made one of the infernals. So I'm doing what I can, and I'm going to keep doing what I can. And now I'm going home. You can come with me, if you like."

"Aren't you sated?"

"Yeah," I said. "I am. So, stop for breakfast on the way?"

I got in my car and started the engine. He went to get in his.

It's easy to spot a cop tailing you, especially when he's driving a black-and-white, and rides your bumper the whole way. I drove to the donut place. Cops love donuts, right?