Time Jacker by Aaron Crash (best free novels .txt) 📗
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“I do. I’m Beyazul Baal the Unclean.” She stared right into his eyes. “Because I’m such a dirty, dirty girl. What’s your name again, mystery man?”
“Jack Masterson.”
“Hey, Jack, I think I want Wanda here. Wanda is a freak. She’s very bisexual. And she’s very experienced. Do you want to help me, Jack?” The woman in red went over to the shortest woman of the bunch. She had a blond bob haircut and such an innocent and cute face, nice tits with classic nipples, a round ass, and a tuft of blond bush between her strong thighs.
“No,” Jack said. “And who are these women anyway? And why are they showering here?”
Beyazul Baal rolled her eyes. “Red Rocks College’s volleyball team. They made a deal with the gym to shower here. What, you didn’t work out on Sunday nights? That’s usually when they’re here.”
Jack walked forward, getting drenched from the moisture hanging in the air. The migraine wasn’t bad. He had a minute. “So, you’re a demon who feeds on lust. I stop time, and at this point, I’m not sure why or how or anything. So instead of molesting these fine volleyball players, why don’t we go someplace to talk?”
The woman wrinkled her nose. “Dammit, Jack, I’m a sex demon, not a conversationalist. I’m not going to talk about the Interim or any of that other shit you’re interested in. I’m going to hike up my dress, rub my clit, and get myself off while you have time stopped. I would suggest you do the same. Or how about I blow you while you fondle Wanda? Really, if she weren’t trapped in the Tempus Influunt, which you have stopped, Wanda would already be blowing you.”
Jack didn’t need sex, he needed information. “Wait. You said a bunch of words I’ve not heard before. Kairos, and Fug, and Interim, I think. I understand about Tempus Influunt—the flow of time, I guess. But what’s that other shit?”
A light lit up the lady’s red eye. The blue eye seemed to grow icier. “How about you and I make a deal? I’m a demon. We make deals. Name’s Beyazul Baal, or did I not mention that?”
“Something like that,” Jack said. “It’s a mouthful.”
She lifted her red dress and spread her legs. She had perfectly clipped pubic hair, a nice black stubble of a triangle that framed her swelling lips. “A mouthful? Not really. I don’t have a big meaty pussy like some girls. But what I have, I love. It’s not a mouthful. My tits, on the other hand...”
She dropped her dress and pulled down the top of her dress. She cupped her tits, hiding the nipples, which was a shame.
“Do you have an easier name?” Jack asked.
She sighed and went back to massaging Wanda’s pert ass. “Bailey. That would be easier for you. So, let’s make a deal. You play with me here, with Wanda. And I’ll tell you shit you should already fucking know. How about it, mystery man? Oh, wait—Jack. Your name is Jack Masterson.” She shot him a finger gun.
She was all hot arrogance, and it pissed Jack off. “You’re probably lying about Wanda. You probably just made all that other shit up as well. There is no way I’m ever going to trust you.”
That arrogance melted into a pout. Her brow furrowed. She looked far more hurt than pissed. “If I make a deal with you, you can trust me because, while I’m chaos personified, there are rules. I’m a fucking demon. Or a fuck demon. A succubus. I suck all the guys on the bus. But I’m not lying about Wanda.”
Jack had his hands on his hips. “It’s not like you can prove it.”
“I can. I will.” Bailey winced. “Stupid fucking guy. Thinks I’m lying. This is going to hurt. It’s not like I’m running on full Ijjinaya, but I’m not going to miss out on the chance to orgasm for real. And Wanda will thank us both.”
Both of Bailey’s eyes turned black. She grabbed the blond girl by the shoulders and tugged her back while her tail twitched and writhed.
Wanda turned around, saw Jack, and threw an arm across the chest. Her hand went to cover the golden curls between her legs. “What the hell?”
Bailey raised her hand. “Hell would be my department. I’m Bailey. That’s Jack. He can stop time, which is some kooky fucking shit right there. And I’m a sex demon. You love sex. We love sex. We can have some fun right here, or I can wipe your memory and we can leave.”
Wipe her memory? Was that why Annie had forgotten that she’d ever seen Evelyn Mundi in the bank? So Bailey was behind that bit of amnesia. Did Bailey know where Evelyn was?
Wanda’s eyes went around to the other women on her volleyball team, then back to the sex demon, with her wet dress pulled down and her tits exposed, big tits with big round nipples. Wanda then looked at Jack, and she tilted her head. “You’re kinda cute. This is a dream, though. Or I passed out in the shower. Or I’m having a flashback to when I dropped acid that one time freshman year.”
“Jack is cute?” Bailey pulled up her dress again to expose her partially shaved pussy. “Am I not beautiful?”
“Yes,” Wanda said, a little cowed. “You’re completely beautiful. But will you eat my soul? Will I die?”
Bailey threw back her head and laughed, and then her eyes turned back to being blue and red. “Dammit, Wanda, I’m a sex demon, not a mortician. I don’t know what is going on with Jack. As for me? I’m all about lust. The more lust you feel, the more I feed, and believe me, pulling you out of the Influunt has wrecked me. I might die. Only you can save me, Wanda.”
Wanda swallowed hard. Her eyes were all over the place, looking at the women frozen in time, at Bailey, and then at Jack. “This isn’t real. You’re
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