Making his way towards his favorite red leather chair inside his den, the incubus takes a seat. Relaxing, he listens to the sounds of the embers occasionally popping in the fireplace, the whimpers and a few giggles from the two women making out on a rug in front of him. The chill of the leather against his bare skin relaxes him, his gaze remaining focused on the two women on the floor. The blond straddles her legs over the brunette’s waist as they continue to kiss. She looks at him and raises a hand, motioning for him to join them. He smirks and shakes his head. “I enjoy watching. I’ll join you soon enough.” The blond grins and turns back to the brunette.
A soft breeze brushes by his hand, and the telltale smell of sulfur fills his nose. Turning in the direction of the scent, he sees a bound parchment. The tan paper, enclosed with a red ribbon and a red wax seal, beckons to be opened. The seal is pressed in the shape of a naked woman hanging by chains. With a rough and deep voice, he says, “And he calls…” He picks up the parchment and runs his finger underneath the seal, breaking it. The pieces of wax fall into his lap, and he brushes it off onto the floor. Unrolling the parchment, he reads “Lisa Adams”.
The name sinks into his mind, and he closes his eyes. Her features invade his thoughts: her long hair; her light, porcelain-like skin; and her emerald green eyes. Seeing her soft, pouty lips, he imagines himself kissing her. Her tone frame exuded confidence and turned him on.
Opening his eyes, he crumples up the parchment. Squeezing it, smoke begins to billow out of his hand. Sulfur fills his nostrils as the parchment disintegrates. Opening his hand, ashes fall from his palm. “And so it begins..."
Standing, he makes his way over to the women on the floor. They stop kissing and look up at him with excitement. Kneeling down to the floor, he reaches for the blond woman and pulls her to him, pressing his lips to hers. The brunette positions herself behind him, kissing along his neck.
Chapter 2
Having just broken up with her boyfriend, Lisa and her best friend, Jill, felt that it was time to go out and have a night on the town. "We deserve this," sighs Lisa. "I can't believe I put up with his bullshit for as long as I did."
Jill nods, fixing her hair. “He’s a worthless piece of shit, Lisa. I'm just sad it took you so long to see it." Jill looks at her in the mirror. Lisa was gorgeous. Her long, auburn hair drapes across her ivory skin; her green eyes were painted with tan hues, black eyeliner and mascara. Tall and slender, Lisa could wear anything and make it look good.
Looking back at herself, Jill runs her flat iron through her long, blond locks. Examining her makeup, Jill asks, "Seriously, Lisa, what did you see in him?" Jill crosses her slender legs, adjusting herself in front of the vanity. The bulbs built around it reminded Jill of a 1950's movie set with the mirrored vanity, save for the light tan walls and black bedspread.
Looking over to her friend, Lisa sighs and shakes her head. She picks up the hairspray so she can put the final touches on her hair, which is set in soft curls that tumble down her back. "He wasn't so bad at first. He was very sweet and actually cared for me." She looks at her friend. "He wooed me, Jill." Both girls laugh. "He was good at so many things, but honestly…Jill, he was hung!" She laughs and sets the hairspray down, trading it for her tube of lip gloss. Pulling the wand out, she applies the light pink gloss over her lips.
"Sex isn't everything, Lisa."
"Yeah, I know," Lisa huffs, as she sets her gloss down. "But as all things do, the true colors come pouring out at some point. His were just black."
"I'm sorry, honey, but at least you found that out," Jill says and glances at her. "And now you know."
"It's been too long since I've been out just for fun and not for work.” Lisa grins, pulling her friend into a hug. “Thank-you for being my friend. I love you."
"I love you, too, honey.” Jill smiles, as she pulls back. “As far as your job…yeah, you got it real hard. PR executive who gets to rub shoulders with celebrities. How can you stand having such an awful job?” Jill rolls her eyes, and Lisa giggles.
She’s worked for Elite PR & Marketing for just over five years. She's made her way up the corporate ladder, and watched as others rode on her coattail of success. She knew she had it made it there but sometimes, she wondered to what extent? The work was hard, but self-gratifying. She loves her career and the success she’s built, but there are times that she finds herself daydreaming of finding “Mr. Right” and maybe having children. Shaking it off, she smiles at Jill and they both stand up.