shrugged and teleported away.
***
Oh, God, oh-god-oh-god-oh-god…
Catherine sidled away from her make-out
partner and started walking to the stairs.
“Pet…”
“Don’t. It was just a fluke. I’m going to
straighten up, and I’ll meet you at the car.”
She ran the rest of the way down toward the
bathroom by the kitchen.
Julian punched the wall, leaving a dent in
the wood paneling.
What a cock-up this is…
***
Why did I let him kiss me? Why did he let me
almost stake him? This place is stealing my sanity…
After making herself presentable, Catherine
walked to the foyer to join the other girls. One of them handed her
the purse and coat she’d dropped when Julian tossed her over his
shoulder. The driver was standing by the passenger door. Julian was
waiting on the other side of the limo, at the front. There were six
girls plus Alana to sit in the back. She was glad he wasn’t among
them.
***
Alana gave her a sideways glance as she took
her seat, but didn’t comment. It wasn’t anyone’s business what
she’d seen upstairs. Frankly, the half-demon wasn’t surprised
something like this happened. Julian had been storing up sexual
tension for quite a while. And the teen virgin? That was a powder
keg of sexual energy just waiting to explode. She just
wondered which one made the first move.
***
Catherine sat primly while the demon girls
chattered and speculated on which club they might be going to. It
was oddly comforting and disturbing that they sounded just like the
college girls she’d been surrounded by just a few weeks ago. They
wanted to go where it was “cool” and meet hot males. They’d primped
their scales or feathers or whatever to perfection and put on their
most alluring clothes. The couple she knew had been nice enough,
though they clearly didn’t understand the “weird human girl”.
Maybe she could stick with Alana all
night.
In front of a building with a red door and
small neon sign on a dark street, Julian gave his rules to the
demon girls before letting them inside.
“Remember, while you’re completing your
course with us, there will be no going home with any males you
meet, and if you’re hung-over tomorrow you still have to be in
class. Practice your skills, dance, and have a good time.”
Catherine followed Alana inside and to the
bar.
“You can’t hide from him forever,” the
half-demon said, waiting for the bartender.
“I can try. I really don’t want to talk about
it.”
“Well, you can’t follow me around all night
like a limpet. I have people to talk to, and you’ll only cramp my
style.”
“Please, Alana? I won’t say anything!”
“Fine… I don’t think you have to worry,
though. Julian’s already busy over there.”
Catherine turned to see where Alana pointed,
and saw Julian whispering into the ear of some blonde chick. She
smiled at him, and they disappeared further into the club. She
should have been relieved, but for some reason the
sight…burned.
“I can sense that,” Alana stated, sipping
from something pink with an umbrella in the glass.
“Huh?”
“And, it’s fading…come on, before I get
bored.”
At least Julian hadn’t taken them to some
dive. It actually looked like one of the nicer places in L.A., and
the clientele were behaving themselves, dancing or huddled in
booths for a drink.
He’d been right about seeing all kinds of
demons in the flesh. It was one thing to read about them or see a
tiny drawing, quite another to see them in real living color, and
smell.
Catherine was acutely aware she seemed to be
the only human in the place.
They passed into a different section, with
tables and billiard games.
She hung back and let Alana do her thing,
leaning against the wall and watching the scenery. It took a while
to notice that the cute guy across the room was trying to catch her
eye.
Me? she mouthed, pointing to herself.
He nodded and crooked his finger, indicating she should come over.
She glanced at Alana, then
***
Oh, God, oh-god-oh-god-oh-god…
Catherine sidled away from her make-out
partner and started walking to the stairs.
“Pet…”
“Don’t. It was just a fluke. I’m going to
straighten up, and I’ll meet you at the car.”
She ran the rest of the way down toward the
bathroom by the kitchen.
Julian punched the wall, leaving a dent in
the wood paneling.
What a cock-up this is…
***
Why did I let him kiss me? Why did he let me
almost stake him? This place is stealing my sanity…
After making herself presentable, Catherine
walked to the foyer to join the other girls. One of them handed her
the purse and coat she’d dropped when Julian tossed her over his
shoulder. The driver was standing by the passenger door. Julian was
waiting on the other side of the limo, at the front. There were six
girls plus Alana to sit in the back. She was glad he wasn’t among
them.
***
Alana gave her a sideways glance as she took
her seat, but didn’t comment. It wasn’t anyone’s business what
she’d seen upstairs. Frankly, the half-demon wasn’t surprised
something like this happened. Julian had been storing up sexual
tension for quite a while. And the teen virgin? That was a powder
keg of sexual energy just waiting to explode. She just
wondered which one made the first move.
***
Catherine sat primly while the demon girls
chattered and speculated on which club they might be going to. It
was oddly comforting and disturbing that they sounded just like the
college girls she’d been surrounded by just a few weeks ago. They
wanted to go where it was “cool” and meet hot males. They’d primped
their scales or feathers or whatever to perfection and put on their
most alluring clothes. The couple she knew had been nice enough,
though they clearly didn’t understand the “weird human girl”.
Maybe she could stick with Alana all
night.
In front of a building with a red door and
small neon sign on a dark street, Julian gave his rules to the
demon girls before letting them inside.
“Remember, while you’re completing your
course with us, there will be no going home with any males you
meet, and if you’re hung-over tomorrow you still have to be in
class. Practice your skills, dance, and have a good time.”
Catherine followed Alana inside and to the
bar.
“You can’t hide from him forever,” the
half-demon said, waiting for the bartender.
“I can try. I really don’t want to talk about
it.”
“Well, you can’t follow me around all night
like a limpet. I have people to talk to, and you’ll only cramp my
style.”
“Please, Alana? I won’t say anything!”
“Fine… I don’t think you have to worry,
though. Julian’s already busy over there.”
Catherine turned to see where Alana pointed,
and saw Julian whispering into the ear of some blonde chick. She
smiled at him, and they disappeared further into the club. She
should have been relieved, but for some reason the
sight…burned.
“I can sense that,” Alana stated, sipping
from something pink with an umbrella in the glass.
“Huh?”
“And, it’s fading…come on, before I get
bored.”
At least Julian hadn’t taken them to some
dive. It actually looked like one of the nicer places in L.A., and
the clientele were behaving themselves, dancing or huddled in
booths for a drink.
He’d been right about seeing all kinds of
demons in the flesh. It was one thing to read about them or see a
tiny drawing, quite another to see them in real living color, and
smell.
Catherine was acutely aware she seemed to be
the only human in the place.
They passed into a different section, with
tables and billiard games.
She hung back and let Alana do her thing,
leaning against the wall and watching the scenery. It took a while
to notice that the cute guy across the room was trying to catch her
eye.
Me? she mouthed, pointing to herself.
He nodded and crooked his finger, indicating she should come over.
She glanced at Alana, then
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