Hell To Pay by Marc Cabot Page A

smug little smile, sipping at a Hurricane that never seemed to run dry. She provided a running commentary of what the dancers were doing and thinking that had Simon falling off his barstool with barely-suppressed laughter. And if he thought one was particularly cute, the usual tawdry strip routine was replaced with one that left the girl shaking and weak and sliding in slick puddles on the stage. (At his command, the same trick that kept her off surveillance cameras prevented any evidence from being gathered.)
    He tossed a very nice tip on to the stage for those, and if they had to rinse out the bills before depositing them, it did no one any harm.
     
    Amsterdam...
     
    He had always enjoyed a little time in the coffee shops the times he’d been to the Netherlands, but he was afraid to try them now. Lily was dangerous enough when he was sober. Clouding his mind with hashish or even just pot might get him to the point where he’d have some kind of brain failure.
    Oh, but it was fun to walk the red-light district with her.
    “Which one would you like, Simon? Her? How about her?” They walked past a window and suddenly the girl who’d been behind it was standing next to him whispering obscenities in his ear in half a dozen languages. Or if one looked bored, she just smiled sweetly at them and they went red and started making gestures to the passers-by that promised unspeakable delights for a handful of Euros.
    When he finally picked one, guaranteed safe by Lily’s infallible inspection, the succubus walked around the corner and Simon made an arrangement. (Lily had already smiled at her. It wasn’t a long negotiation.) He mentioned that he’d already found a girl who looked just like her. She was waiting in his hotel room. Was Sterre up for a little three-way action?
    Sterre was.
    The next morning she was sure it must have been a dream. Or maybe he’d slipped her something. (Though he’d left her twice the agreed price.) Surely she couldn’t have spent all night making love to what looked like a mirror, when she wasn’t pleasuring him on one side and watching herself do the exact same thing on the other.
     
    And so the year passed...
     
     
     
     

CHAPTER FOUR
An Unforeseen Resolution
     
     
     
     
     
    Sunlight was just beginning to stream in through the windows on a bright Prague morning as summer slipped into fall. Simon looked down and enjoyed, as always, the sight of Lily’s smiling face with his come all over it. She gave him a teasing wink and then, also as always, carefully used her fingers to slip every last drop into her mouth.
    “ Mmmmm, ” she said. “That never gets old.”
    “I guess you’d know,” he said a little breathlessly. “But even for you that was spectacular. That’s a Hell of a way to wake up.”
    She gave the tip of his cock a little nip, just hard enough to sting, and he jumped. “That’s what puns will get you.” She laughed, but then looked uncharacteristically sober. “Unless you take a nap today, that’s the last time you’ll get woken up like that. I thought I’d make it a good one.”
    “Really? Why?” He knew why. But he could never resist teasing her.
    “It’s time, master. Tonight your soul is forfeit, unless you give me another.” She looked wistful for a moment. “You know, I’ve kind of gotten to like you. Other than the fact that you haven’t let me corrupt a single other soul, I’ve never had so much fun. I won’t say I really feel bad about it, because I can’t. But to tell the truth...” She giggled at herself for saying that. “...if I could figure out some way to give you an extension, I almost think I would.”
    He smiled at her. “For a succubus, I think that counts as a declaration of love. But don’t count me out just yet. Who knows? Something might turn up.”
    She looked at him curiously. “You modern types are good at thinking crooked. It makes Him very proud, by the way. But the deal is simple. Your soul, or a soul which is