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also supposed to stop by and check on Gryph, a
werewolf friend, later, but I’d have to do that tomorrow or I’d be late for
work.
    Looked like I wouldn’t be getting more sleep today.

Chapter Twelve
Allie
    My job sucked!
    “No, I do not participate in any of the scenes,” I said to
the greased up demon in front of me for the fifth time because he was refusing
to take no for an answer. Getting hit on at work didn’t bother me, but pushy
customers who refused to accept I wasn’t a prostitute pissed me off.
    The leer on the demon’s triangular face revealed scary
looking pointed teeth. Only other preternatural beings could see demons in
their true form. While most looked human, many species did not, and some of
them left me wishing I could see them through human eyes.
    “Your boss said everything was for sale,” the demon argued,
flicking his forked tongue out to play with his lip ring. “He also mentioned
you’re a succubus, so why don’t you be a good girl and do what you’re told?”
    If I didn’t need this job so much, I’d be tempted to slip
out of my shoes and slam one of the heels into this demon’s temple. The other
shoe, I’d save for Marcos’ balls. That slimy incubus was getting on my last
nerve. This was the second time in the last month I’d had to deal with this
shit, and if I complained, all I’d get was a raised eyebrow and a suggestion
that I be more flexible. In Marcos’ mind, anything short of sleeping with the
customers was being unreasonable and prudish.
    The door opened behind me, and I was annoyed to see Marcos
step in with a sleazy smirk on his face. “Sorry, my friend, but Al’s already
reserved for the evening,” Marcos said as he grabbed my arm to lead me out of the
room. I recoiled a little at Marcos’ touch, but I might not put my heel through
his balls because he was giving me an easy out with this customer. I was
completely shocked that he was saving me, since Marcos wasn’t the type to save
anyone. He’d pimp his own mother to Satan to make a dollar.
    “What about my scene?” the demon whined, his skin turning a
bright shade of red, almost like metallic Christmas wrapping paper. That was
how this type of demon looked when they were angry or aroused. I had no idea
how anyone could have sex with someone that color. Even when their skin wasn’t
begging for a shiny bow, the teeth and tongue always repulsed me.
    “I’m going to send someone else in to help you,” Marcos
assured the demon before guiding me out of the playroom.
    “Thanks, Marcos,” I said once we were out of the room. “I
was beginning to wonder if I’d need to call security on that one. He seemed
like the type to push things.”
    Marcos laughed, and it was not a nice sound. “He’d push it,
but his money’s good, and he’d probably tip you well enough to compensate for
any damage he did. The other girls say he’s pretty talented and has a cock that
looks like a corkscrew.”
    “Not a picture I wanted in my brain,” I muttered. How was I
ever supposed to get turned on again with the image of a metallic red corkscrew
penis in my head? I wasn’t sure if it made me want to giggle or gag more.
“You’ve ruined sex for me,” I grumbled.
    Marcos snorted. “I wasn’t aware you spread those legs for
any man, so there’s not much to ruin, is there?”
    With my fists clenched at my sides to prevent myself from
punching my boss in the balls, I seethed in silence. Punching Marcos in the
balls would definitely get me fired, but I was beginning to think it might be
worth it.
    If I didn’t know Marcos, I might find him attractive, like
so many women who came to the club. Just shy of six feet tall, with a lean
muscular build, brown eyes that seemed to have liquid gold swirling around in
them, a face that made most women breathless, and long black hair which fell to
his shoulders, one could easily be blinded by his beauty. That was only if they
didn’t know him.
    “You really need to loosen up,”