"I had some work to do. It doesn't take long, it's not strenuous, and I can rest here as I do it," he responded gesturing to his computer on the coffee table. He looked at the two women curiously. "Is this your day off?" "Yes! It was supposed to be a salon day so we could get our hair and nails done but somebody got cold feet," Dayshia said giving Sandy a stern look. "A woman is entitled to change her mind," Sandy said with a small smile on her lips. "We're still getting our nails done later!" Dayshia insisted and Sandy nodded. Marisa returned to the living room and all eyes turned to watch her approach. She was wearing an off the shoulder red knit sweater which exposed a lot of flawless skin and clung to her full breasts. Below, she wore tight white jeans which emphasized her curves. Sandals dangled from her finger as she went barefoot. They could see two silver rings on her toes. "Damn girl!" Sandy gasped with a huge grin. Marisa smiled and twirled for her. Dayshia was struck
To make matters worse Marisa's tits were pressing against his back and he could feel her breath on his neck. He began to react and did his best to keep from pressing his groin against Siobhan. Marisa was so close behind him he couldn't pull back very far so he tried not to move. "Which floor?" he asked, his voice cracking. She gave him her crooked smile. "I work in the Marketing Department now. A big promotion from temp services." "Congratulations!" he said and gave her a happy smile as he tried not to sigh. God, he loved her Irish accent. Marketing was just below accounting so he spent the time smiling awkwardly and looking up at the numbers. Her face was so close to his and it felt so good to be sandwiched between the two women. When two account managers got off a floor below marketing Stanley breathed a sigh of relief but when the doors closed he found himself still wedged between the two women. Realization appeared in his eyes as his face flushed with the frustration. The ele
He looked over at Camila. "Take my current situation. I've just had sex with a gorgeous Succubus. She's... sleeping off her meal. In the human world, I just entered the CEO's office for a meeting and now I have to leave it with her asleep on the couch. How do I explain that if someone asks? I don't know if Felix is human or not. What would I say to him? I'm no good at lying or quickly coming up with plausible excuses." Sigrid gave Stanley a sympathetic smile. "I'm sorry, Stanley. Normally this wouldn't happen and you wouldn't be put on the spot like this. Camila should have waited for a more appropriate time and place. I'm afraid she's becoming addicted to the energy you can provide. This led to some obviously poor judgement. I understand Marisa had a little lapse of her own recently. I think it's a Succubus thing. Due to their nature, your being a Satyr brings out the hedonist in them." Seeing Stanley's unhappy expression, she hastened to address his next fear. "It's not just the en
"It's time!"Stanley's mind rebelled at the voice but it was insistent and drew him up from the depths. As his eyes fluttered open he saw he was in a room with a thick wooden door and grey cinderblock walls. The floor was grey cement and he was sitting in the middle of it with his arms tightly taped together behind his back around a steel pole.With consciousness came terrible nausea. Waves of it. He immediately leaned to the side and threw up as the waves washed over him. He heaved until he felt turned inside out.Even in his wretched state he realized he was naked. Another bad sign."Yes, the drug has a nasty after effect. It will pass," a soft voice said from the doorway.Stanley groggily looked up and saw a small impeccably dressed grey haired man standing a few feet inside the door. He was maybe 5' tall and very slim but his suit was exquisitely tailored and looked very expensive right down to his handcrafted leather shoes. He had several gold rings on the slim fingers of both ha
He was dazzled by a new flash of light as the now rusty post took another blast of electrical energy. The remaining spells were continuing their assault. Sensation began returning to Stanley's body and he shook with relief. He could feel his ability to control his muscles returning quickly. He realized he was over the grate and below he could see fast flowing water. He pressed his nose to the grill and picked up the scent of foul air. It was probably a sewer line. Still, it might be his only way out. Stanley hooked a thick finger into the grill and pulled. The grill began to rise and he got his other hand under the lip to tilt it up to rest back against the wall. The opening was too small for his Satyr body to fit but his human form would fit. Dropping down into the sewer was not his favorite option. He twisted the ring again and snapped back into his human shape but he could feel he had only minutes left before he'd have to switch back. He looked down into the pit, trying to psyc
"NO ONE deserves that!" Stanley barked and slammed the lid closed on the tablet. He caught her surprised gasp before the connection broke. His nerves were jangling with rage and fear as his mind swung back and forth between his memory of what Leaharin had done to him and what he'd just done to the Queen of the Fae. He supposed as Queen no one ever hung up on her. He shut the tablet's power off just in case she tried to call back. He had a sinking feeling that he'd just done something really bad. Really, really bad. He sat with his back against the door jamb and pondered just how fucked up his life was becoming. Was it even salvageable at this point? He yelped when his cell chirped at him. He looked at it and saw a text from Sigrid. 'We're here. Where are you?' He peeked out the window and saw a large black SUV parked next to the large orange thing. He needed to make sure it was her. "What can you see out your window?" he typed and sent. "An orange sign shaped like a big wheel of
There was only one person who could have hidden them and her betrayal was overwhelming. He put his face in his hands and the tears came. Deep, soul wrenching sobs tore through him. "Stanley! What's wrong?" Sigrid said putting her arm around him. He leaned against her and shook as his grief crashed through his defenses. The woman looked at Camila who looked back, equally concerned. It took some time but Stanley eventually got some control back but he felt hollowed out. He was limp in Sigrid's arms. "Stanley, what happened?" she asked gently. "I can remember." "Remember? Remember what?" "My parents. Leaharin must have cleared a memory blockage." He frowned. "She- she hid the memories," he forced out between his teeth, an irrational rage almost getting loose. He breathed slowly and it subsided. Stanley's eyes went to Mr. Duncan. His flame red hair and beard. So much like his father's. A tremble went through his body. "My- my father- he looked like you." Mr. Duncan leaned back i
Sigrid's face flushed with anger. She hated that he seemed to be so well connected but did nothing with the information unless it benefited him directly. "What little crisis?" Camila asked cautiously. "Someone of great import in the Fae Royal Court was discovered dead this morning in a magically shielded building near Newark Bay. The body was badly disfigured then crushed under cement blocks. It was reported that items of great value belonging to this court official were taken as well." Walter said with an edge of excitement in his voice, no doubt he wanted these items. "Are charges being filed?" Sigrid asked. "Strangely they seem to be holding off on that for the time being. A request has been made to speak to 'a person of interest' said to have been at the location at the time to determine what may or may not have occurred," Walter offered casually. "The person of interest?" Camila asked cautiously. "A new employee of VRL. One Stanley Garin," Walter replied. "I see," Camila s