Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 30540 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 153(@200wpm)___ 122(@250wpm)___ 102(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30540 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 153(@200wpm)___ 122(@250wpm)___ 102(@300wpm)
#10
The rest of the day passes in a daze. All I remember is feeling out of sorts, with my heart racing and my painfully bare pussy tingling every time someone looks my way.
I somehow manage to stay sane until I'm done with all of my classes, but just as I'm all set to rush back into the safety of my dorm, my phone starts to ring, and...
It's not the Devil who's calling me.
Unfortunately.
An old friend from high school asks if I'm still looking for work, and in less than an hour I'm already at Hotel Aehrenthal's staff quarters for temps, and Jenna is hurriedly filling me in about tonight's gig. "I know that's a lot to take in, but what do you think? Can you handle it?"
"Sell tons of coffee, make VIPs laugh, but act invisible otherwise. Did I miss anything?"
Jenna gives me a thumbs-up. "I knew I could count on you!"
I change into my new uniform soon after that, and I feel like cringing as I stare at my reflection. My bright red apron is cute and appropriate for the upcoming holidays, sure, but the black off-the-shoulder dress under it is a little too skimpy for comfort, and I find myself tugging the dress down every so often when I finally get to work.
Why does Lady Luck hate me so?
I can't believe I'm going around selling coffee in public without a scrap of undies under my dress. Every step I take, every turn I make is excruciating, and I have to constantly remind myself that this gig pays 300 bucks for just three hours of work.
It's half-past eight in the evening when my shift finally ends, and I've only just said goodbye to Jenna when my phone starts ringing.
You were supposed to inform me first before taking any job.
Oh crap.
The Devil's voice is still disguised, but I can easily imagine him biting the words out between clenched teeth.
"It's not really a job," I say weakly. "It's a one-day thing so I didn't think it would matter."
I warned you before, didn't I?
If you're not going to follow my rules, then you should've asked someone else to protect you.
I might have baulked if all the Devil wanted was to order me around, but when it's clear that he only has my safety in my mind...
"I'm sorry."
What else can I do but apologize?
"I promise this won't happen again."
I hold my breath and wait for him to speak, but when the silence between us only lengthens, I surprise myself by feeling desperately wanting to woo the Devil out of his bad mood.
"Please, sir."
Still nothing.
"Is t-there anything I can do—-"
Yes. There is.
The abruptness of the Devil's response catches me off guard, and I can't help feeling apprehensive when he asks me to head over to one of the hotel's private cinemas.
Having an entire movie theater to yourself and your date has been all the rage lately, and while the timing doesn't make sense...what if the Devil wants to use this opportunity to reveal himself to me for whatever reason?
I know it sounds absurd, but I can feel my heart racing when I finally reach the cinema, and I find it completely empty save for myself.
Sit in front.
"Is there anyone else here?" I ask nervously.
It's just you and me.
Does that mean I'm right?
Will the Devil finally reveal himself to me?
I wait for the lights overhead to switch off, but they remain ablaze even as the huge screen in front of me finally lights up...and I find myself staring at a giant-sized reflection of myself.
Oh my God.
"What is this?"
You said you wanted to do something for me.
"That doesn't answer my question." My voice trails off as I notice something about my reflection.
Oh my God.
A gasp escapes me when I realize I can see a large-scale version of my pussy on the screen, but the Devil stops me when I'm about to snap my legs close.
Don't.
I can only squirm as I stare at my exposed flesh, but even as my cheeks flush with embarrassment, I can also feel moisture already lining my folds.
Get rid of your apron.
Heat weaves sinuously around me as I untie my apron from the back before setting it aside.
Are you wearing a bra under your dress?
Should I tell him the truth or—-
Don't bother lying.
I can already tell just by looking at you.
"I didn't have a choice." I sound defensive to my own ears, but I just can't help it. "My bra didn't have detachable straps, and it wouldn't have looked good—-"
Then you don't have any fucking underwear in that dress?
Not one fucking piece?
"N-no?"
If I ever find out you've gone somewhere again without your underwear without telling me...
I'll make you wear one myself the moment I find you.
I can only gulp and nod, but this clearly isn't enough for the Devil.
You're mine, Sheena.
And being mine means you're not fucking allowed to drive other men crazy with how you look.