Kimberly.
After an hour in which they spent seated in relative silence, William finally managed enough, as he put it, self-control to risk standing in moderate proximity with his best friend.
His thick, waxed, and tattooed forearms were folded, one over the other… Looking like he didn't trust his own hands.
The size-too-tight shirt he wore revealed, in a strangely comedic fashion, the attraction he still battled with by way of twin high beams that were doing their best to blind her for all his shirt was tight enough to be painted on…
There was also the rather considerable, girthy, long, and very awkward outline of his old—kielbasa… Of which they were both trying to be adults about.
He still had a disposition to avoid showing her his back under any circumstances, nor was he any longer breathing through his nose. Opting to instead embrace the agonizingly infuriating path of the maddening office mouth-breather.
Will, somewhat unsurprisingly, was already digging for any and all details he could glean.
"So. You said you ditched the body on a roof…" He began, voice slightly returning to its more natural accent. The same which wasn't actually part of his carefully curated persona. words resonating now that one of his airways was blocked. "And you said it was an apartment building?"
"Yeah, it was like—seven or so blocks away? I fly really fast…"
"Cool, but stay with me here, hun, old or new building?"
"Oh, old, definitelyold; I'm pretty sure there were roaches…"
"Good!" Will nodded, smiling as he began pacing across the room. "Apartment landlords are like thee money-grubbiest and cheapest fucking people on this planet. So, chances are any CCTV setup they had was totally worthless. So, bravo, babe, your instincts were spot on for that one!"
"I was also sort of thinking I probably wouldn't have to deal with anything anyways because of the whole demon thing and, well, you know…"
"Nobody would try and make themselves sound insane trying to convict you?" He asked, eyebrow raised.
"Pretty much…"
"Yeah, agreed on that one. But did you wonder that our government might not try and throw you in normal jail?" He asked, rolling right over any response she might have made, "Because whatever you've got going on, hun, is men-in-black level shit. They won't drag you before a judge, Kimmie, they're gonna fucking lock you up underground."
"Oh… yeah…" Kimberly nodded, remembering, if for a second, all the stories around tales of places like Area 51. Sure, well, now that she thought about it, chances were a trial wouldn't be happening either way. "You think they'd want to dissect me?"
"I mean—yeah, I'm assuming so… But, like, maybe they might release you to their corporate overlords in California so all the demon-worshipers in show-biz can, like, pledge their eternal servitude to Satan and suckle your sweaty demon toes…"
"Well—it could be worse?" Kimberly tried, earning herself a dark laugh from her bestie in the process.
"Yeah, just wait until one of those sleazy directors steps up to the block to tongue-fuck your tootsies like it's going out of style; thanks, but no thanks…"
"I'd probably just cause a whole lot of pain and suffering… I actually put gashes in the floor with them, sooo… they'd lose the tongue… probably…"
"Pfft! Oh my god, so, I know there's the whole being forced to want to fuck you thing that's messing with my head, but I'd pay to see something like that; demon-body has some cool wins with it! And I mean, I'm sure guys would, you know, shell out the ass to be allowed to grab your horns while—ugh... smashing…"
"Great! So my best friend thinks I've got a winning shot at prostitution! Why not just quit my day job right here and now?"
"Just think of the children, hun. In the end, they're always the most important!"
"Fuck off… I'm not going to eat kids, Willie."
"Sure, sure, and I didn't spend hours on end in our washroom training my gag reflex in college."
"Not with—one of mine—right?" Kimberly asked, the slightest sense of repugnance growing... All the while, she stared at her friend like he might just be weirder than she was…
"Obviously not! Ew… even if half of them get put into dudes, just ew… What's with that collection, by the way? It's like, compulsion big."
"Nope, we are not talking about my toy chest!" Kimberly laughed, throwing one of the pillows she'd tossed off the bed at the smirking asshole who was beginning to come back into himself.
"Okay, so, a small note, and I don't want to get too excited or anything, but not using the nose is really helping. Like, you're still super gorgeous, envious, by the way, so I don't think it's like a psychedelic thing going on with your armpits and causing like—hallucinations with your looks... But, yeah, your body, like, totally tried to date-rape me…"
"So smell is clearly an aphrodisiac," Kimberly nodded, "You think if I use lots of deodorant, it's gonna help?"
"Body odor doesn't just come from stinky pits, Kimmie. It's gonna be under your boobs, all over your back, between the legs, pretty much anywhere you sweat! Plus, I'm pretty sure my head went all foggy and shit the moment I slipped you tongue, so your spit," He intoned, pointing at her mouth with an extended finger, "is probably laced with Cosby drugs."
"So—lots of body spray?"
"Mmmmaybe?" Will dragged out, following it by taking a quick breath through his teeth as he carried right along. "Just looking at you is more or less, okay; I see the whole beautiful and enchanting outside bits and find them all extra-emely perfect in the eye-candy department... So, you're going to be catching the look of anyone straight like you're walking around with your nips hanging out... But I doubt you'll have huge issues unless it's with someone more like—me."
"Gay?" Kimberly half accused, half challenged with a shit-eating smirk.
"No, Bitch! Super confident! Most people these days won't just walk up to someone they find super-duper pretty and just badger them on the street."
"Oh, but you are that special kind of scumbag?" She grinned, earning herself a rude but playful gesture from Will's tongue.
"I don't, like, subscribe to the whole alpha male thing, but, yeah, there are carnivores and herbivores among humanity. All I'm saying is that the former is what you're going to need to worry about.
Other than that, people will probably just be trying to take sneaky pictures of you all the time. Oh, probably best to avoid open-toe shoes or, like, showing off your legs too much unless you want to end up online and, you know, self-care material."
"Hah!" Was all the woman could reasonably say, snorting with disbelieving chuckles while imagining her various limbs being used as some introvert's spank-bank. It was absurd as it was—well… maybe just a touch flattering…
"Oh my god, you slut, you love the idea, don't you!"
"No?"
"You do! Christ… Kimmie… really?" He whined, sounding entirely exhausted, "That one too?"
"Can we really not start getting into my kinks again? It makes me—self-conscious… when you know—"
"You're not in full dommy-mommy mode?" He asked, causing Kimberly to blush with furious intensity! Will clearly looked like he wanted to say more on the topic but, nodded, fighting back from teasing her with all his not inconsiderable and self-proclaimed restraint. "Fine. At this point, I'm willing to sort of give you a pass on them all anyway, given the type of demon you apparently are… insane as it is to even say that out loud! But, I mean, thematically, it does make sense you'd be into—so much…"
"Stop."
"Stopping!" Will parroted, miming, zipping his lips shut before laughing. "But, going forwards, seriously hun, you probably want to do anything in your power to be unsexy."
"Sweaters, crocs, and track pants?"
"It's a start." Will shrugged noncommittally. "Maybe get rid of the makeup?"
"It doesn't come off?" Kimberly tried, earning herself a look from her BFF.
"Okay, ignoring that you might very well be walking CGI, we at least have a place to start. Body spray, baggy clothes, maybe some sunglasses? I mean, your eyes have always been one of your best features, but… yeah, hide those as well."
"So, just head outside wearing a giant trash bag then!"
"No, no, no, absolutely not," Will stated with a sly smirk, "it could, like, catch the wind and show off your crazy new figure and, I don't know, break the minds of mere mortals who beheld it…"
Another look from Kimberly offered a silent admonishment for his banter, though this time, her friend didn't look amused. "In all seriousness, Kimmie, it's big boy and girl time.
I know you think you've already sort of gotten away with it, and I know you like to make fun of me about this sort of thing, but I actually do know my shit when it comes to camera setups; it's, like, thirty percent of what we do...
And, as you know, I can get compulsions just like the next neural-atypical person in the world, so one of my things is always counting how many cameras there are wherever I go... This fucking place is CCTV city.
They're going to know that you came back here with someone who didn't leave the same way out, Kimmie." That struck the demon for a moment, her eyes blinking, even as William continued without a trace of humor. "Ignoring how you got lucky not tossing the guy's phone on the roof with him?" He half stated, half asked as he looked at her pointedly.
For her part, Kimberly just eyed her victim's clothes that were still strewn about the room, embarrassed that she'd forgotten to take them with her but also noting she might have dodged a bullet. "I think it's still in his pants?"
So saying, a muffled ringtone began playing through the room, the pants in question vibrating through the floor as a catchy and poppy tune filled the air.
William waited until it was finished what it was doing, then held up a finger to forestall Kimberly's rising question. Keeping his finger upright for several seconds until it began ringing again. Her best friend simply holding his hand up, a smug and knowing smirk plastered on his face as the phone continued to sing until it finally shut the hell up.
"It's—"
"Uh-uh!" Her bestie snipped, still holding up that stupid finger, and, almost like clockwork, a moment later, saw the phone buzzing again, only, this time, with the short clamor of an incoming text. "Okay, it's probably done now."
"That was weird…" Kimberly complained, eyeing her best friend with a sidelong look that didn't make him elaborate.
"Anyways, like I said, you're sort of lucky 'cause it means they're not going to try and locate the phone and find the body. That said, we have a rapidly draining window to try and neatly wrap everything up. But, we need to get moving to make sure it's nearly impossible to trace things back to you.
Honestly, I'd say we have, like… five hours before the dude's friends and or family; really, anyone who knew he was heading somewhere for a hookup decides it's been long enough to start being concerned.
For now, they'll probably laugh and giggle that their bro is still balls deep in a convention girl. But that's not going to last. So," He clapped, pulling in a deep breath through his lips before rubbing his hands together as though spreading chalk. "First things first, we need to deal with the camera footage, and whatever passes for this places book-keeping.
After, we take all of your dead boy toys clothes and stash them in your car for later. If his phone's got a password, it's getting bleached, turned off, stomped and thrown somewhere, preferably in a body of water."
"Easier said than done…" Kimberly huffed, shaking her head with dubious expectations. "I'm not going to risk breaking into the fucking motel's back rooms in broad daylight around literally thousands of people!
"Yeah, so I do actually have a plan for that," Will replied, smiling rather fiendishly. "Which, obviously, before we consign you to a life as a paper-bag pornstar, we're going to need demonKimmie to mind-fuck whoever has the passwords and keys to their computer system."
"Ohhhh… no thank you… actually… I—don't think I'm comfortable—with that…" Kimberly murmured, shying away from the idea, physically cringing as she curled in on herself… even as her best friend closed the distance, placing both hands on her shoulders with meaningful intent.
"It's not a question if you're comfortable with it, hun; it's do this or get immediately caught when the dude's friends inevitably file a police report. I'm not a detective, but the first thing they're going to do is start asking where he went. It really doesn't take a genius to assume that they'd toss a hail mary at asking the literal closest motel around to see their recordings, and after that, your life is over!"
Kimberly just sighed… her head hanging in dejection as she realized he was right…
Downstairs, the two co-conspirators pushed open the glass door leading to the motel's somewhat strange mix of modern office space and pub that was their front reception.
The room was done up to mimic but not actually function as a medieval tavern. Replete with a mashup-spin on cushioned benches and warm lighting.
The walls were made of a sort of faux cobbled stone, and the floorboards were laminated while pretending to be real roughshod wood. All the while, two vending machines merrily hummed along in the corner, continuously filling the air with that oh-so-familiar ambiance of almost calming commercialism.
The room was nice by any moderate standard one might expect of a rather expensive establishment. Especially one that was commendably committed to roleplaying within its charming community.
The place managing to perform this function to the extent that any business could reasonably be expected to emulate. But it was hardly an illusion that came even remotely close to true immersion.
Behind the somewhat short bar-top counter, which was doubling as a workstation for the room's sole warden, the young and—concerningly acne-faced clerk lifted his bored eyes from the monotony of the computer. Gaze drifting upon the two newcomers that had so recently deigned to relieve him of his presumed miserable experience.
He got one good look at the pair, the tall, square-jawed, and muscular man giving him a charming smile and nod. The other, a somewhat taller than average woman who was—maybe, the most beautiful as such he'd ever seen...
Her sinfully carnal body locked his gaze like a moth to the flame, all but impossible in its voluptuous, improbable figure… Chest hardly managing to be contained by a too-tight pink athletic bra that barely handled keeping at bay the twin mountains hidden just beneath the surface…
And further still, long and curvacious legs were outlined and defined through each and every nook and cranny that her white tights clung to, her supple flesh ever so slightly ballooning around the waist, so impossibly delicate looking that he simply couldn't look away…
It was a beauty—not of this world.
One that stunned!
One that enraptured!
The sight utterly took his breath away… Still, there was only a moment of shared eye contact between them before things devolved into a right and proper mess...
And before he could even speak, still caught up in the scene as he was, the woman let out a sharp hiss of discontent! Then, without observable reason, the girl in question's pale and freckled face drained to a near ghostly white.
"Fuck! Really?"
The clerk, not entirely sure what was going on, moved to offer the standard greeting he usually gave to anyone who came in. But he hesitated when the bewitching cosplayer, not yet in her full outfit, turned on a heel and marched right back out the door.
"Sorry, give us a minute?" The larger of the pair asked, giving Brian, the clerk, a small little wave that looked—utterly wrong on a dude with that much muscle and height.
In all likelihood, the guy could probably use Brian in lieu of actual weights and bench-press his scrawny ass with relative ease… His shoulders were practically twice the width of Brian's whole body!
Well, if nothing else, the sheer cruelty of his job and its associated boredom were alleviated, if for the moment. Especially as he watched the pair leave through the same door they'd arrived through, only to take a clear, short step to the side and start arguing.
Unsurprisingly, the glass door did not make for amazing insulation...
"Nope, no way! I'm not doing it!"
"Kimmie, seriously, it's no big deal; I mean, It's not like you're gonna actually—you know, do it with him!"
"That's a minor!" The distressingly attractive young woman complained; Brian, in that moment, realizing that he might somehow be involved.
Though he wasn't sure exactly how he himself would be wrapped up in whatever this was, the undeniable presence of certain buzzwords for his teenage mind couldn't help but start sparking fantasies over the—absurdity that had been the girl's appearance.
His parents had always warned him that porn was a dangerous thing to trifle with. Not because they were of a household that looked down upon such things. But because it often offered a semblance of unreality and extreme expectations that were both unhealthy for the mind and a detriment to one's own social skills.
Yet, here she was, a live-life exception to the supposed rule that real women didn't look nor act like they did online. Hell, Brian would be fantasizing about the subtle lines of her toned stomachs tight abdominals for years to come!
And, despite what his parents may or may not have said, it was not at all lost on the young man that the backdrop to the situation very much had a sort of perfectly cheesy and nonsensical plot that was rife within the world of online debauchery…
"Kim!" The frankly massive but flowery gym-bro complained.
"No!"
"Oh my god... You literally made a nineteen-year-old your bitch in bed last night; this fucking shits not that different!"
"It's absolutely different! One is a legal adult; the other gets you sent to freaking jail!"
"The age of consent is sixteen in nearly every state! You're not going to be breaking any laws because he's going to remember this moment in his life for the entire remainder of it! And not in a bad way! Besides, there's no way that dudes under eighteen! Guarantee it!
Brian swallowed a rather large lump in his throat as he continued to listen to the beautiful pair—argue about something that he was very, very nervous about…
He was not what one might call an experienced lover! In fact, the only person in the world who'd touched his dick, was him.
A-and maybe a doctor or two when he was young, but that probably didn't count...
No, Brian had never been the most popular of boys in his grade, or large... and that fact had extended all the way from high school to his freshman year in college. More still, neither was he exactly confident when it came to the opposite sex.
Hell, he still had no idea what a clitoris was, or where it was for that matter, and at this point, he was sort of afraid to ask!
After zoning out for a few moments as his imagination kicked into overdrive. The pointed look that the girl's large companion gave him through a momentary glance offered Brian an all-but-guaranteed confirmation he wasn't going crazy… Nor was he just assuming things…
The massive dude, who he really hoped wouldn't be involved in whatever potential things this angel from heaven was considering doing to him, finally seemed to get fed up with something before storming off and leaving the girl alone.
Brian knew that if only he could work up the courage to go and speak with the woman, he could smooth over any concerns she might have for wanting to claim his v-card.
Having oneself taught by an experienced, attractive, and older woman as impossibly pretty as the girl currently regarding him through the door was—nothing if not the genuine culmination of his wildest dreams!
If her hangup was the fact he was still eighteen, then Brian would waive any presumed rights to refuse, like the checkered flag on race day!
Still, after a few moments of realizing he could never work up the courage to do anything beyond stammer outside a professional environment, the woman's big friend returned. Slamming his way through the door like a man possessed! Behind him, an utterly mortified and humiliated goddess trailed on his heels, after of course, seeing what was in his hand.
"Sup man, catch!"
Brian—caught.
It was, after all, a natural response to having something tossed one's way with an underhand throw. What he had not been expecting, however, was the object itself. Which, mid-flight, began unfurling through the air to awkwardly land in Brian's hands.
"It might have been somewhat trope-ish, yet the first thing the young man did was splay the curious object before his face, both hands moving to unfold it with slow and awed disbelief...
It was a thong.
And not just a normal one...
Its skimpy black leather looked to hardly manage its sole task of keeping what it covered fully concealed... Undeniably daring in a way that quickly caused a stirring of the force and, though he must have imagined it for all the absurdity, still warm.
The straps that would curve their way around its owner's wide and mouthwatering hips were ringleted with several delicate silver chains that looked as though one might be able to snap them with but a single finger…
It was, perhaps, too much for the teen to truly wrap his head around, so lost within its delicate and forbidden promises that he'd totally ignored from exactly who it had come from.
"I fucking hate you…" The woman breathed with vehement poison, glaring between her ridiculously perverse attire and the man she was clearly close with.
It hit Brian in that moment that the woman who was standing before him, currently wearing an accusatory glare for them both, really must have been sent from heaven itself…
A strangely aromatic and—captivating fragrance softly pushed its way through his thoughts until the divine beauty practically sparkled in his eye…
"Okay, we're going to need to make this quick," William stated, eyeing the way the poor kid behind the counter was already starting to fixate upon his self-adopted sister. "He's already getting high over there, so just… shove his face in your armpit or something and finish the job."
"You are not getting to pick the playlist on our way back to the apartment!" Kimberly hissed, hackles rising like those of a disgruntled alleycat as she glanced at the dopped-up employee and sighed.
Well, Will had already given the kid her costume's underwear, so what else could really embarrass her at this point…
"Just remember, embrace the dommy-mommy," Will said, giving her two exuberant thumbs up.
With a nod, Kimberly took a second to get into the right mindset. Just pretending, for the moment, that the guy before her was a—unfortunately, skin-conditioned college kid.
Squaring her shoulders and schooling her expression to frigid indifference, Kimberly sauntered up to the counter as the clerk watched her with raptured eyes, glancing at the kid's prize still stretched out between his hands with mild annoyance.
Then, she hucked back and spat on the employee's face with a large and viscous glob, watching her spittle droop in a gelatinous, slimy ball as it lewdly dripped and stretched from his forehead. Kimberly raising an expectant brow as though daring he do anything but thank her.
The clerk seemed to—twitch, jaw working, eyes fluttering like he hadn't the slightest idea what was going on… his entire person going through a visible reset of sorts…
Yet before he could likely make heads or tails through the fog of whatever was happening in his head, Kimberly crossed her arms and glared at him. "I want you to lock the front door for me; then, you're going to show me how to log on to the building's camera network. Is that understood—Brian?"
The clerk, who very much had a nametag sitting at his breast, simply nodded once at the angel. The very same who'd promised all manner of untold pleasures that he could scarcely comprehend...
"Ugh… sure thing… um… camera computer's in the back but… I'll just… lock the front real quick."
So saying, Brian moved to do exactly as he said he would, clutching the leather panties in his hand as though they might be the holy grail...
For Will's part, when Kimberly turned to eye the instigator and mastermind behind the whole situation. The man was busy giving the show before him the most scandalized, 'fingers over the mouth' and over-the-top wide-eyed expression of fascination that Kimberly had ever seen.
His demeanour only caused her ire to stir that usually dormant and domineering part of herself which flared with renewed focus.
"Don't." She growled, her eyes narrowing to dangerous slits as her hands planted on her hips, and she, as before, dared the other man in the room to say a single fucking word.
Will merely tightened his lips before vigorously shaking his head, Kimberly giving her friend a haughty sniff of disdain before turning back to her willing pet with a cruel gaze. "I also want you to show us how we can delete any records of the last—month of bookings once we're done with the cameras."
"Oh… ugh… not a biggie I guess…" Brian nodded, looking as though he wanted to ask why his master might want to do so but, not finding the interest. "We only ever keep the video in case people break into shit or something goes missing or, you know, cops ask to look at it...
Stays on the computer for about sixty days or something? Then, assuming there's no clips on the drive we're interested in, my parents just sort of wipe it and start all over…"
"Your parents?" William asked, already moving to take a seat at the computer and clicking away without needing to familiarise himself.
"Yeah, they're somewhere in the convention center; it's my day to stick behind and hold down the fort. Eh, honestly, it's mostly just a lot of sitting around, watching hentai and anime, maybe fucking around with on my phone, you know, the usual stuff."
Startled, William turned in his seat to eye the young man who stood there as though nothing were at all amiss… Sharing a short but meaningful look with Kimberly, who, likewise, found herself slightly—surprised by the kid's admission…
"Fairly uhhh… open about that sort of thing, huh?" The accountant-turned-criminal asked, returning to his work, though a touch slower than he had before. Neither of them could have been said to be surprised, stereotypes and all that. Still, it was a rather jarring thing to say and hear, in all honesty…
"Well, it's not like we're all ugh… well…" Brian wavered, turning to look from stranger to stranger before staring intently at Kimberly, who, a second after, decided to try something.
"It's not like you—keepsecrets from your mistress?"
"Y-yeah! Yeah, that makes sense… I mean, I love you, so why would I even want to?"
This time, when Will turned to stare askance at the pair, he mouthed the words, 'what-the-fuck' in silent question.
Truly, Kimberly entirely agreed.
Still, she wasn't going to abandon what was clearly working, so after her bestie, somewhat awkwardly, cleared his throat and stood, they all wandered back over to the front.
"Okay, Brian, I want you to listen very closely." Kimberly began, slipping from her act and returning to a semblance of normalcy, for whatever the word was worth. She genuinely struggled to really find the motivation to bother with keeping her mindset where it was more than she already had…
And since things already looked in the bag, she felt her personality slipping with relative ease. "I want you to erase everything! Every client, every credit card, every name, license plate, and complaint, I want all of it gone. Can you do that for me?"
Brain glanced at the picture of hedonistic beauty that stood over him as he seated himself, gaze lost amidst the heavy cleavage hardly but a hands breadth away. His entire being falling from grace within the comforting sea that was her seriphic radiance. Still, he nodded his head fervently in the affirmative as he began to systematically destroy his family's business records.
Honestly, it seemed to take no time at all, the whole process utterly eclipsed by the amount of time Will had spent just trying to get her to go along with the whole idea!
When it was done, the teen beamed at his goddess, who leveled upon him a smile as bright as divine providence itself! Never quite realizing that her expression shared much more in common with a rather apologetic cast than the benevolent.
"I'm going to need my thong back…" She commanded, the teen's hands beginning to visibly shake with abject terror! Even as they, reluctantly, uncurled from whitened knuckles to proffer the sacred relic of his new devotion and return it to its rightful place among his goddess's flesh.
Never again would the holy hand that had graced its surface ever near blasphemous soaps in his future!
"That's gotta be a hard one for him…" A distant and unimportant voice murmured, Brains goddess turning slightly to the side before letting out a long and put-upon sigh.
"Brian." She began, reaching out to lift his quivering chin as she peered at him from above. "I'm going to give you a reward. But you have to promise you're going to be my good boy and not tell a single soul about what happened today."
Then, after nodding, Brian felt his face shoved into the lovingly melting ocean of flesh as he felt himself smothered by sinful heat and his goddess's overwhelming smell!
Allowed to die happy, if it might be his time to do so, whilst smothered between his very first set of breasts… Enormous as he could ever have dreamt them to be…