Oh Hell!

"Babe alert!"

"Huh?" Luci uttered questioning.

"He's complimenting you," Mike translated.

Luci bared her white pointy teeth in a big smile.

"Thank you kind jester. You look quite garish yourself."

"Dapper is my middle name," Terrell declared with a laugh and struck a pose.

They walked over to join the rest of the group and immediately Luci, as the newcomer, became the center of attention. Especially among the boys.

"What's your name?" "Where do you come from?" "Wow, you sure make that dress come to live." "How did you hook up with that dweeb? Please call me when you dump him." "Amazing skin make-up. Is that Latex?" "Those claws are so cool! They almost look real." "How well do you see through those contacts? Custom fitted?"

Just as Mike had expected, Luci answered everything truthfully, and naturally nobody believed a word. They all took her for a cosplayer with an overactive imagination.

The girls on the other hand greeted her somewhat less enthusiastically, clearly viewing her as a competitor and interloper. Especially one of them - a good-looking brunette dressed as a female pirate - who measured Lucy up with a look of poorly veiled contempt.

"So what are you supposed to be? Morticia Adams with third degree burns?"

"Oh, you must be the Patricia who was supposed to escort Mike on this night," Luci acknowledged without seeming offended. "I am Luci. It is very nice to meet some of Mike's friends."

"We are no longer together," Patricia protested. "Keep him and enjoy him to your hearts content. I don't want him anymore. I've moved on."

"To someone better," a tall and muscular blonde guy standing next to her injected with a big grin that did little to hide his satisfaction with the current state of affairs.

Luci examined the man curiously.

"How specifically are you better than Mike, Desmond?" she inquired.

Her matter-of-fact question seemed to put him off balance. Apparently he hadn't given the exact nature of his alleged superiority any special thought.

"Well, Pat... needs like... you know... a real man and all. One who knows how to treat a woman right and stuff..." he started explaining.

"Yes," Patricia added with elation. "And we are soul mates. Our love is the real thing."

"Oh, I see. So that is why you have chosen Desmond to be the first man you sex with?"

This time Patricia was the one taken aback by Luci's frankness and insight.

"H... how do you know?" she stammered, but quickly recovered her composure and switched back into bitch-mode.

"Not that it's any of your business Luci, but yes - we have in fact talked about taking our love to the next level. Since we are soul mates, we should also be each others firsts."

"Each others?" Luci remarked with a frown. "But that is not possible."

"None of your business either. We're both over eighteen and nobody has the right to tell us what we can or can't do. Our love is between the two of us exclusively. You can tell that to Mike as well."

"But Desmond has already sexed with five other people," Luci protested. "The first one was Kelly Franken, so that will make you number six."

"What???" Patricia yelped and stared at her alleged soul mate with eyes wide in shock.

Desmond shook his head dismissively.

"I don't know what this bitch is babbling about. Probably something Mike put her up to. It's a lie Pat. A total goddamned lie."

"Kell?" Patricia asked pleadingly in the direction of a slightly overweight redhead whose face had suddenly turned redder than her hair.

The two friends looked at each other across the room for a few seconds. No words were exchanged, but none were needed.

"Nooo," Patricia cried and hid her face in her hands.

Kelly rushed over to embrace the crying girl.

"I am so sorry Pat. I was drunk and this jerkazoid took advantage. I should have told you long ago."

"Fuck off Kelly!" Desmond exploded, "You wanted it badly and I gave it to you. Took advantage, my ass. You were all over me and my dick that evening. You couldn't get enough of it."

Kelly slowly looked up at him while holding her sobbing friend. If eyes could kill, Desmond would have been a corpse right there and then.

"You never forget your first, so why on earth would I want to remember a piece of scum like you for the rest of my life?" she screamed at him. "I wish I could erase you from memory and do it over with a real man. Had I been sober, I wouldn't have touched your wrinkly smelly thing with another girl's vagina on a ten foot pole!"

"Whatever skank," Desmond sneered with obvious contempt. "Come on Pat. Let's get out of here and lose these idiots. Our love needs nobody but us."

"Don't touch me!" Patricia cried without looking up from Kelly's shoulder. "Don't ever fucking touch me again!"

Luci, who had followed the development with interest and limited situational awareness, picked that moment to address Desmond.

"So do you and Patricia still plan on sexing later? If you cannot touch each other, will it not be very inconvenient?"

Having temporarily forgotten her presence in the fray, Desmond was suddenly reminded of the person whose casual remark had caused everything to come to the surface. Blind rage surged through his body.

"You meddling bitch!" he roared and before Mike or anybody else could react, he swung his right fist at Luci and planted a devastating punch right in the middle of her face.

Mike heard the snap of breaking bones followed by a scream of pain just as he made it to Luci's side. She seemed confused, but otherwise unfazed. Desmond, on the other hand, had dropped to the floor where he was crouching and cradling his hand in pain.

"Oh God. My hand. It hurts. She broke it," he wailed.

Luci glanced worriedly at Mike.

"He hit me Mike. Why would he hit me? Did I wrong him in some way? I sense a strong rage."

Mike shook his head and couldn't hold back a smile upon seeing his former rival for Patricia's virginity squirming in pain at his feet.

"Don't worry about it Luci. The shithead probably just has a sore hand from jerking off too much."

****

After a lengthy series of explanations to the bouncers, during which a ranting and raging Desmond kept accusing Luci of intentionally having crushed his hand, he was escorted out by a paramedic and politely but firmly told by the doorman not to return after treatment.

"I'm telling y'all, that fucking bitch is made of concrete!" they heard him yell, as he was half walking and half being dragged towards the exit. "This is all your fault Mike. You'll regret this! I fucking swear you'll regret this!"

Of course nobody believed that a girl like Luci had any part in crushing the hand of a large and muscular man. The general consensus among the witnesses was, that the punch had landed at an unfortunate angle and that the unlucky Desmond thereby caused the damage himself. Some even theorized that he had stumbled and broken it in the fall. Probably after drinking too much.

Mike was impressed with the natural inclination of people to explain strange and seemingly inexplicable events through a story that fit within their personal frames of belief. He wondered briefly what would happen, if he were to actually tell the whole truth.

"Listen up guys: Luci is actually a supernaturally strong demon summoned by me because I was desperate for a date and couldn't get one in any other way. She made Desmond angry because she read his mind and spilled his secret, but he wasn't strong enough to hurt her and ended up harming himself."

Yeah right!

He would be the laughing stock of the group. Some secrets are just so outrageous that they keep themselves. Mike knew that nobody would ever buy this one, regardless of the circumstances. Not even if it was written on the Goodyear blimp at the Super Bowl or posted to Literotica.

****

About an hour later the group, sans Desmond, broke up from their table in order to move closer to the stage and the dancing area. After all, that was where the real party was. As they walked past the bar Mike felt Luci tugging at his sleeve.

"I want another one," she declared, and made a beeline for the counter.

The vampire bartender clearly recognized her, because his face drooped visibly. But he had evidently learned his lesson and simply handed her what she wanted with no questions asked and no payment required.

"It is red," she said happily. "So pretty, and it tastes good too. Do you want a taste of it Mike?"

Mike shook his head.

"Thanks, but no thanks Luci. I'm driving so I'm staying off the booze for the rest of tonight. Enjoy your cocktail."

"As you wish," she replied and downed it in one gulp.

When they reached the edge of the dance floor, Luci stood frowning for a while studying the festive crowd. Then she turned to Mike with a puzzled expression.

"Nobody is holding on to each other. Everybody are just moving around in a chaotic manner that adhere to no system or style I can recognize. Is that how you dance in this world?"

"Yep. Wanna try?" Mike asked and offered her his hand.

"I do not know how to perform this dance Mike."

"Don't sweat it Luci. I can't dance for shit either. Like you said, I just move around and rock out to the beat. The only rule on this floor is to have fun."

Bowling with Skulls had left the scene in favor of an enthusiastic DJ dressed as the Mad Hatter from Alice in Wonderland - a change of venue that suited Mike fine. He never cared much for the Skulls' music and still recalled last summer when their smash-hit "Cosmic Smegma Implosion featuring Leslie Loon and the Lascivious Legwarmers" was played constantly all over. After a while he was ready to gouge his ears out whenever he heard it.

Mike walked Luci onto the dance floor and they threw themselves into the fray. Initially she seemed confused and looked around frantically to see what other dancers were doing, copying their moves. But gradually she fell into her own style and was soon moving her body with an erotic fluidity that belied the fact that this was her first try at contemporary clubbing.

"Wowsers! This is seriously hot!" Mike thought to himself, eagerly eying her agile movements with admiring appreciation.

"Thanks," Luci mouthed back at him with a small pointy-toothed smile.

This time he didn't bother berating her about invading his mind. To be honest he was kinda getting used to it, and nagging her about didn't seem to help anyway. At least so far it had proven about as effective as complaining about the weather. Maybe Luci was so used to reading minds that she simply did it without thinking about it.

"Time for a few slow ones," DJ Mad Hatter announced. "And while the lights are low, don't do anything I wouldn't do. Heh, heh, heh..."

The light dimmed to a level where your partner was barely visible and instead of lasers and pumping spotlights, six strategically placed disco-balls filled the darkness with a myriad of white stars. The dancers moved together for a slow dance, as the tones of the classic 1977 Fox hit "Moustaches on the Moon" rolled out of the speakers.

Luci and Mike embraced and moved slowly in the dark, cheek to cheek.

"You want to sex with me again," Luci whispered next to his ear.

"Shit. Did you read my mind?" he whispered back.

"I do not have to Mike. Your erection is pushing against me. This means that you want to sex, does it not?"

Mike praised his luck that the darkness was hiding the sudden color change of his face.

"Yeah, you're not entirely wrong. Maybe we could go somewhere more private?" he suggested with a slightly breathy voice.

"Why do you want to go somewhere?" she asked curiously. "You have your penis with you and I am here. What more do you need for sexing?"

Mike suddenly got a bad feeling about the direction in which the conversation was going, especially considering Luci's complete lack of impulse control.

"Hey! We can't do it here!" he whispered urgently. "Seriously Luci! There are people everywhere!"

He felt her hand slide down over the front of his pants and cradle the outline of his cock. It felt so good it made him gasp.

"Do not fear untimely discovery Mike. It is dark here and human eyes do not see well in low light," Luci's voice whispered back at him, and though he couldn't see her, he knew that she was smiling expectantly.

Her other hand had now made its way down to his crotch as well and he felt her fumble with the zipper that was blocking her progress.

"It's a zipper Luci. You're supposed to open it by..."

There was a ripping sound and Mike knew that it no longer mattered. That zipper was toast the moment it got in Luci's way. And with the zipper gone, his hard cock fell out in her welcoming hands by it's own force.

"Ah crap! I'll never get it back inside my pants as long as I'm hard," Mike thought with resignation. "Now I definitely have to cum."

"But you are already here Mike..."

"Ejaculate I mean," he quickly clarified.

"Fear not," Luci whispered and put one hand on his shoulder. "That is the intention. Are you ready?"

"Ready for what?" Mike asked confused.

Instead of replying Luci jumped onto him with the agility of a monkey and wrapped her legs around his waist. Holding on with one hand behind his neck, she deftly guided his manhood to it's intended destination, causing him to almost lose his balance when he once again felt himself enveloped by her tight wetness.

"Holy shit!" he gasped way too loud. Luckily nobody seemed to have noticed.

Luci put the other hand behind his neck and went in for a deep kiss while proceeding fuck him with rocking movements. For a girl with such amazing strength she felt surprisingly light, and Mike had no problem moving around like a dancing couple while effectively carrying her on his cock.

"Maybe I should get a T-shirt printed with Power-Cock Bower," he thought with amusement. "At least from now on I can answer yes the next time somebody asks, if I even lift..."

Once again he was struck by how unreal the whole experience felt.

The day before he had been a desperate virgin who'd just gotten dumped and had nothing to look forward to on Halloween, except internet porn and his own handiwork. And today he was fucking a gorgeous girl - or at least something that looked like one - on a packed dance floor among hundreds of other people to the tune of Noosha Young's enchanting voice.

He was briefly reminded of an old Jack Nicholson movie quote: "Did you ever dance with the devil in the pale moonlight?"

"Well, eat your heart out Jack," Mike thought to himself. "Cause I'm doing a whole lot better..."

Luci nibbled his ear.

"You are indeed doing very well," she whispered with labored breathing. "And we can do it outside in the moonlight later, if you want."

Again ignoring the invasion of his private thoughts, Mike gave himself over to the experience and let his growing desire guide his movements. He cupped Luci's ass with his hands, and used the strength in his arms to increase the speed and stimulation by lifting her up and down. An expression of enthusiasm that clearly pleased Luci, who responded by matching his movements and clinging on even tighter.

"Luci, I'm not... y'know... using anything, "he croaked in a strained voice.

"I am not certain as to what you are referring Mike. Could you elaborate?"

"Birth control of course. Something to prevent unwanted pregnancy. I mean, are you on the pill or something?"

Luci made a strange huffing noise that sounded like somebody attempting to laugh and moan with pleasure at the same time.

"We are not biologically compatible Mike and cannot breed. So you need not worry or hold yourself back."

To underline her words Luci tightened her hold even more and started grinding him slow and hard while mewling softly against his shoulder. What really tipped the scale for Mike though, were the rhythmic ripples in her body in combination with the pumping and squeezing by her powerful vaginal muscles.

The feeling was amazing and immediately flushed all his resolve and self-control down the toilet. He opened his mouth to tell her to slow down a little, but all that came out was "Gyarkh!" as his cock seized control and began releasing it's payload in long surges of pure pleasure that made his legs wobble and almost caused him to lose his footing. But by some miracle, or maybe sheer force of will, he managed to keep them both upright while they rode the avalanche of orgasmic release in a tight embrace.

They remained locked together in the afterglow until Mike's deflated manhood slipped out of Luci propelled by the force of gravity. She carefully disentangled herself and discretely slipped the flaccid organ back inside his pants before breaking contact.

To Mike's satisfaction nobody seemed to pay any special attention to them. He briefly wondered whether they had actually managed to control their own reactions to such a degree that nobody noticed or whether it was Luci's eerie distortion field at work again. But he decided that he really didn't give a shit. They had pulled it off - that was all there was to it - and he felt his male ego growing through the roof.

"Power-Cock Bower strikes again," he thought to himself with no small measure of satisfaction.

"Would you prefer to be called that rather than Mike?" Luci asked in obvious confusion.

Michael sighed exasperated.

"That was an inner monologue, and it's name stems from the fact that it belongs inside ones own head. Know what I'm trying to say here Luci?"

"So you do not really want to be called Power-Cock Bower?" she asked again, apparently still confused.

"Try it, and I'll call you Boomquifa Scharzmugel and tell everybody to do the same!"

Luci kept eying him with a look of confusion for a while, but then shook her head and shrugged. She sometimes still had a hard time understanding these weird humans.

She took time to smoothen her dress while Mike did his best to close his ruined zipper. The damage didn't look too obvious thanks to his black underpants, and he felt confident that nobody would notice.

"By the way, what happened to your panties Luci?" he inquired discreetly.

"Panties?" she asked.

Mike frowned.

"The bottom part of your underwear. I selected a set of Sis' lingerie and put it out on the bed for you, remember?"

"Oh, the undergarments? I forgot to put them on. But why would it be necessary to wear undergarments in this climate?"

"You mean, you are wearing nothing under that dress?" Mike asked, feeling his cock stir slightly despite having just been thoroughly drained.

Now he finally understood why he had been treated to a very visible impression of her nipples through the front of the dress all evening. The thin silky fabric was the only barrier holding them in check.

Luci eyed him curiously.

"That information made you desire to sex with me more?"

"Whoa!" Mike protested. "Thinking about your body is the same as thinking about sex, I admit it. But I definitely need to get me some penile restitution before going at it again. I mean, my legs are still shaking. Wanna sit down for a bit?"

They joined the rest of their group at a table a few feet from the edge of the dance floor. Everybody was in high spirits, including Patricia who had long stopped crying and even seemed to have overcome her antipathy for Luci. At least she spoke to her with measured politeness, and there was no longer any trace of open hostility in her demeanor.

"Maybe she finally realized that Luci did her a solid by outing Desmond as the dog he is," Mike thought approvingly. "Dude is a sweet-talking player, and Pat would never have been anything but yet another jizzrag in his collection."

Luci, who had left the table almost immediately to go terrorize her personal bartender, returned with a new drink.

"I got a green one Mike," she announced happily. "I bade the phony vampire prepare you a Penile Restitution, but alas he had never heard of that particular recipe."