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in life by making her manager of the club, he treats her with respect, even has a good deal of genuine affection for her. Janice is a strong woman and Lucas has always admired strong women, not the least of which was the great immortal herself, Isis. He tried to think little of her these days though, not after what she did.
    Lucas slides his cock inside of Janice and she cries out loudly. As he begins to thrust rhythmically in and out of her, Lucas reaches into her at the same time with his mind and causes every molecule in her body to begin to vibrate simultaneously. Janice’s face contorts with the impossible pleasure coursing through every fiber of her lithe body. She has no rational idea of what’s happening, of course. Neither does she care. She just wants it all to go on forever, the vibrating, Lucas’ cock plunging hard into her willing pussy. When the orgasms start, they don’t stop. Her moaning turns to screaming soon after, hitting an ear piercing crescendo after Lucas makes himself come.
    There is only so much pleasure a woman can take. He learned that in his early days after returning to Earth when he left a few different women in a perpetual state of ecstasy. They literally couldn’t come down off it, right up to when they took their dying breath after lying for days writhing and moaning as if they were still being fucked. Lucas thought there was worse ways to go, but he refrained from overdoing it since then.
    “Oh fuck!” Janice is gasping while Lucas lies on his side next to her, pleased that he could be of service. He has learned the curious pleasure to be gained from giving of oneself to others. He doesn’t make a habit of it under normal circumstances, but when it comes to sex, he gives of himself freely.
    “You are a beautiful woman,” Lucas says, admiring Janice’s curvaceous form.
    Janice rolls on to her side and puts a warm hand to his face. “And you, Lucas Rameses, are a beautiful man.”
    If only you knew, Lucas thinks.
    “Sorry to be a spoil sport,” he says, getting up. “But we have a club to run.”
    Janice sighs, but doesn’t move from the bed. “You’re right.”
    “You might want to get up then.”
    “You’re a real slave driver, you know that?” There is a lazy smile on her face when she says it.
    “Believe me,” Lucas says, buttoning up his shirt. “I have known plenty of slave drivers in my time, and I am not one of them.”
    “Of course not honey.” Janice gets up and begins to get dressed into her black skirt suit. “But in your time? Really? You couldn’t be more than twenty-five. You make me feel like a cradle snatcher.”
    Lucas smiles. “You’re not even forty years old yet. You are still a young woman.”
    Janice’s almost dopey smile broadens. “You really know how to flatter a girl, don’t you?”
    “I try my best.”
    “Well,” Janice says, beside him now, rubbing his still semi-erect cock through his pants. “Your best is good enough for me.”
     
     
    Not long after Janice has left his suite to go back to work in the club, Lucas gets a disturbing phone call from one of his newly made demon contacts in the city, a low level demon who works in one of the city’s blood dens, a place where demons could go to get high on a mixture of human blood and various drugs. “You asked me to call if I heard anything,” the demon contact says, whose name if Lucas remembers correctly, is Wade.
    “Go on,” Lucas says, sitting down at his desk, fully dressed now in a tailored dark gray suit without a tie.
    “A couple of demons came sniffing around the blood den,” Wade says, his voice low like he is somewhere he doesn’t want to be overheard. “Weird guys. Hairless, both looked exactly the same. Like twins.”
    Or clones, Lucas thinks as he tenses up slightly and stares straight ahead at the wall. This isn’t a phone call he was expecting to get for another while yet. “What did they say?”
    “Asked about a demon called Lucas.”
    “What did you