Beneath the Surface We Walk With DemonsChapter 1
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Author's note:
Hank and William's second case. This one took a bit longer to flesh out.
Coming up with new ideas is one thing, but executing them is another.
Since I've run out of my own fantasies and am now writing stuff that has
more complicated plots, it takes longer to put together. I'll try to
write the next one quicker, but no promises. I would rather take longer
than upload substandard material.
Rabbithole
by Hazel M
Part 1: The New Girl
It was the first day of college. The classroom was full of eager young
men and women, ready for a days learning. There were about a hundred of
them there. Britney was one of them. She sat in the front row. She had
curly red hair and dark green eyes. She a bit was on the short side, but
her curves more than made up for that. Her D cup breasts were the envy
of every girl in the class. At the moment though, they were all too busy
staring at the door to the classroom. As were the boys. As was the
professor. This was because 5 minutes into class, there had come a light
knock on the open door. The professor had turned his head to look first
and the class had followed his eyes. And they couldn't stop staring.
Britney couldn't stop staring either. Her eyes took in the black boots
that came up to the girls shapely calves. Her eyes traveled up her
stunning, smooth legs to the short, pleated blue skirt. Her flat stomach
and narrow waist were covered by the white tank top. It revealed the
tops of a pair of magnificent, perky, round breasts. Her straight, long
hair gleamed gold like sunlight on a summer evening. Her big eyes were a
piercing blue. Her heart shaped face looked adorable. At the moment, it
was sporting a blush that made her look even cuter. "Oh, erm, excuse me,
but is this calculus?" she asked in a bubbly voice and Britney heard a
collective gulp from the room. This was indeed calculus. This vision of
loveliness would be sharing the room with them for the rest of the
semester. The girls seethed with jealousy while the boys seethed
with...something else. Some of them surreptitiously adjusted their
trousers.
Even the professor seemed stunned. He was the one to recover first.
"Yes, it is. Do come in," he said with a friendly smile and she walked
in.
"Is this seat taken?" she asked when she reached Britney. "No, it's
free," Britney replied with a smile. The girl smoothed her skirts and
sat down. "Thanks. I'm Alice by the way," the blonde whispered as she
got her books out. "Britney, pleased to meet you, Alice," Britney
whispered back. They both turned forward at that and started listening
to the professor again. Britney could already tell they would be best
friends.
"...but Tom, you can't so that to me, I need the money...What do you
mean 'get a job'? Tom? Tom! He hung up on me!!" Alice shouted at the
phone and threw it into the wall, just as Britney walked in the door. It
had been three weeks since Alice had walked into her life. In that short
time, they had become very good friends. Britney had learned about
Alice's stepfather, Tom, after the last time her friend had had an
explosive conversation with him. Turned out her mother had died soon
after their marriage and now he was Alice's only relative. They didn't
get on well together and Alice could barely wait to graduate and be out
from under his thumb. He apparently shared the sentiment. Though now it
seemed they would be going their separate ways much sooner.
Alice sank to the bed, tears running down her cheeks. Britney sat down
next to her and wrapped an arm around her friend. "Trouble with
stepdad?" she asked.
Alice took a gulping breath and stopped sobbing long enough to blurt
out, "He cut me off. I have no money left. That bastard knows it and he
still cut me off."
Britney hugged her and let her cry herself out for a while. This was the
opportunity she had been waiting for. But she had to be subtle. When
Alice had calmed down a bit, she gently asked, "So what will you do
now?"
"I don't know. I would get a job, but I've never worked a day in my
life. I don't have any useful skills. I don't know what I can do," Alice
said.
Britney let the silence build for a while. Then she said, "You know, I
may know about a job for you but...."
"But, what?" Alice prompted.
"It's just...Nah. Forget I said anything," Britney replied.
"No, what were you going to say?" Alice insisted.
Britney pursed her lips for a moment, as if deliberating something and
then said, "I may know a place. It's not exactly on the up and up, but
you'll get cash, lots of it, for very little work. They'll also give you
all the training you need."
"I don't know," Alice replied. "What do you mean by not on the up and
up? I don't want to get in trouble."
Britney sighed. "Look, its not a big deal. Its just something you might
want to think about."
Alice looked away and said, "Okay, but I think I'd like to be alone
now."
Britney got up at that and walked to the door. She hesitated for a
moment, wondering if she should say anything more, but then decided
against it. She walked out and left Alice to her thoughts. She had
planted the seed. She would wait and see what came of it.
One week later, Alice came into Britney's dorm room. She walked in and
plopped down on the bed, muttering angrily to herself. Her pretty
eyebrows were drawn together in a frown. "Umm, Britney?" she asked
hesitantly, "about that job you told me about last week. Is it still
open by any chance?"
Britney smiled inwardly and replied, "Yes, it is. But you wont get it
dressed like that."
Alice looked confused. "Don't worry though, I have just the thing,"
Britney said as she led Alice to her closet. Things were going exactly
as Britney planned. Dmitry was going to be very happy with her.
Part 2: The Interview
Two hours later, the girls stood under a large, lit neon sign. A neon
rabbit in a suit and bow tie held the rim of his hat with one hand.
There were no words. The building under it was unremarkable. It looked
like any other warehouse in the district. Alice looked around at the
empty streets as she nervously tugged her dress lower. It didn't help.
Every time she tugged it lower, she thought her breasts were going to
fall out. The bottom of the dress came just barely to her thighs. Her
gorgeous legs looked even more sexy in the 6 inch fuck me pumps and she
could barely feel the air through the layers of makeup on her face. Her
black clutch was only an ornament. Britney stood next to her, similarly
attired in white. She thought her Alice's hesitation made her look even
more attractive.
"Don't worry. You'll be fine. I'll be with you the whole time," she
reassured Alice.
"Okay," Alice replied nervously. They teetered across the street
together, though Britney was a lot more graceful. Alice could barely
stand in the heels, let alone walk. Britney knocked on the door. A small
window opened in the door and someone stared out at them, not saying a
word. Britney's face lit up with a million watt smile. "David! Could you
let us in please? I know hard nipples are attractive, but mine feel like
they're about to pop off."
The slot closed at that and the door opened to reveal a large man with
layers of muscle. He stepped aside without a word. Britney walked past
him like she owned the place. Alice followed her in hesitantly. She
walked through the long corridor and out the open doorway at the other
end...she froze in place. Britney heard a gasp behind her and turned
around. Alice stood there with her mouth hanging open, staring about
her. Well, it was always impressive the first time, Britney thought. She
looked around at the club that she secretly owned with Dmitry.
The whole place was bathed in a reddish-pink glow that was interrupted
here and there by green or purple. The first thing that met the eye was
the dance floor below, where a number of men danced with beautiful women
who were clad as scantily as the girls themselves. Most of them looked
intoxicated and a few were doing more than just dancing. All around the
dance floor, more men sat around low tables, all of them drinking,
smoking and using illicit substances of various strengths. Most of the
scantily clad women around them usually occupied laps rather than
chairs. Most were entwined in one passionate act or another. Cages hung
from the high ceiling. Each one was occupied by a nude girl. Their
pupils were dilated. They were all gyrating and quivering against the
bars. Loud music thrummed through the whole place. Alice could only
stare in astonishment.
"Come on," Britney took her hand and led her around to the wall, where a
stairway wound itself around the room. They walked up the stairs to a
balcony overlooking the dance floor. More tables were interspersed by
the railing. More people were indulging themselves around the tables.
Alice only had time to glance at them, before Britney led her down
another corridor that turned halfway through. The corridor ended in a
waiting area with a large desk. Britney walked around behind the desk to
a plain wooden door. She knocked twice and opened the door to what
looked like an office. It was unlike any office Alice had ever been in
though. The carpet was deep and a rich red. An ornate mahogany desk
occupied most of the room. It was occupied by various office stationary.
A computer stood at one end. The large office chair sat empty, an
expensive suit jacket draped over its back. Sounds of kissing came from
one side of the room. The girls turned to the large sofa to the side of
the room to look at its occupants. A tall, athletic, dark haired man who
looked to be in his early forties, Alice presumed to be her new
employer.
At the moment, he was entwined with a woman in a gray suit. She looked
to be in her early thirties. Her jet black hair was held up in a severe
bun. She wore glasses over dark eyes. Her makeup was tasteful. She wore
a purple blouse, unbuttoned at the moment. A black lace bra showed
through, barely containing her enormous breasts. The tight skirt was
almost as revealing. A pair of black stockings were wrapped around her
beautiful, long legs. She wore plain black pumps with 3 inch heels. A
memo pad lay discarded to one side.
Britney cleared her throat loudly. The two broke off the kiss. The woman
hastily buttoned up her blouse and wiped a smear of lipstick from one
side of her mouth. Dmitry looked mildly annoyed. "What is it?" he said
in a deep baritone. "We have a new recruit. This is Alice," said
Britney.
Dmitry turned his gaze on Alice. Alice looked down demurely. The
annoyance vanished from Dmitry's face and was replaced with interest.
"That will be all for now, Sandra," he said. "Britney, you can wait
downstairs while I interview your friend."
Sandra and Britney walked out the door and closed it behind themselves.
"Come sit down Alice," Dmitry prompted. She tottered over and plopped
down next to him. He laid a hand on her thigh. With his other hand, he
cupped her chin and pulled her into a kiss. While his tongue invaded
Alice's mouth, he grasped one of her hands and placed it gently on his
own crotch. Alice was getting past her shyness now, so she took over
from there. She pulled down the zipper and reached into his trousers.
Her hand stroked his enormous member. His hand ran lightly up her thigh
and pressed into the thin fabric of her thong. She was already soaking
wet. He broke off the kiss at that and stood up. He led her to the desk
and sat her down on one edge, facing him. Next, he pulled out his
throbbing erection. He pulled the thong to one side and rested the tip
of his cock against the entrance to her vagina. Alice moaned a little as
he pushed the head in.
"You're so tight," said Dmitry.
"I...I'm sorry," stuttered Alice. That just made him hornier. He thrust
himself deeper into her. She shuddered and moaned at that. He began
thrusting in and out. He pulled the top of the dress down, releasing her
round breasts from confinement. He began squeezing and rubbing one
breast in rhythm to his thrusting. Alice was barely paying attention
now. She couldn't think of anything beyond the waves of pleasure
radiating from her sex and her breasts. His began to thrust faster, each
thrust reaching deeper and deeper, drawing loud moans from her.
"Ooh, ooh, yes, yes, YEEESS!!!" she screamed as the orgasm hit her. She
quivered on the table. That pushed Dmitry over the edge. He thrust his
cock deep inside and squirted his seed in her.
They stayed that way for a minute. Then he pulled out of her. But
instead of putting his member away, he pushed her down onto her knees.
She looked up at him in confusion.
"Clean it up, bitch," he said, as he forced her head onto his cock. She
meekly obeyed and began to lick the remaining cum off of his tool. "Now,
grab a tissue and pat it down," he instructed, "you'll fit in nicely
here. Now go find Britney and tell her I said you're in. Oh, and this is
for you. Standard rates."
Alice could only stare at the thick wad of bills he threw at her. She
wobbled unsteadily out the door. Once outside, she paused to wipe a tear
away from the corner of one eye. She glanced at Sandra, who was busy
ignoring her. Sandra followed her progress on the feed from the security
camera. She watched as the girl walked out of sight into the corridor.
Even as she watched, Alice's steps suddenly steadied. The shyness was
gone, replaced with a wary expression. She glided down the hallway to a
door she had passed on the way in. She looked about to make sure no one
was coming. Then she calmly pulled a set of lockpicks from her clutch
and set about unlocking the door.
Sandra smiled in satisfaction as Alice sneaked into the secret part of
the club. She got up from her desk as the door closed behind Alice and
walked into the inner office. Dmitry was just about to go out. "I need
to check on the merchandise," he said.
Instead of replying, she placed one hand behind his head and pulled him
down into a kiss. "You can't turn a girl on and then leave her hanging.
Finish what you started and then you can go check on the merchandise.
Besides, the merchandise not going anywhere, it can wait a few minutes,"
she whispered into his ear. She gently pushed him back down on the sofa
and took off her suit jacket. Next she began to unbutton her blouse. Her
hand reached behind her head and released the bun and shook her hair
loose. She hiked up her skirt and straddled Dmitry's lap. She kissed him
hard. He reached up one hand and squeezed one soft, lace clad breast.
She moaned in her throat at that. She reached down and unbuckled and
unzipped his trousers. She reached in his pants and pulled out his
throbbing erection. She slid down to kneel between his legs and began to
stroke the rock hard penis. She reached down and gently kissed the tip.
Her soft lips wrapped around the head and Dmitry was in heaven. He began
groaning at her attention. She held her hair back with one hand as she
bobbed up and down on his cock.
Her other hand massaged his genitals in rhythm. She peered up at Dmitry
through her glasses. She could feel his orgasm building. Just when he
felt he could take no more, she let go of his cock. She climbed back up
until she straddled him again and kissed him. "Ready?" she asked,
drawing a quick, needy nod from him. She pulled her lace thong aside and
gently lowered herself onto his slick member. She moaned a little as the
head entered her. Once it was in, she began to buck on his cock. She
shuddered and moaned with pleasure. Her breasts heaved with each little
motion of her body. Dmitry helped by thrusting with his hips a little.
Her bucking sped up, her moans coming faster and louder. Just as she was
approaching orgasm, she felt Dmitry buck and thrust deep into her. She
felt his cock twitch and release his seed inside her. That drove her
over the edge and she moaned loudly as her own orgasm hit her. She
quivered and moaned against Dmitry, lost in ecstasy.
Sandra leaned against Dmitry for another moment, then got up. She
quickly adjusted the thong before any of his seed could leak out and
ruin her stockings. She pulled her skirt down. Her magnificent breasts
were soon hidden in the purple blouse. She grabbed her jacket off the
chair and sashayed out to her own desk and turned to the security
feed...just in time to see the door to the hidden rooms open and Alice
step out. She watched the girl lock the door behind her. Alice's face
resumed its shy expression and she tottered unsteadily back down the
corridor. She walked to the balcony and back downstairs. She collected
Britney from the lap of one of her prized customers. The girls left by
the front door just as Dmitry left his office to go check on his
'merchandise'. The distraction had worked. Sandra allowed herself one
last look at his cute butt, before making good her own escape by the
secret door in his office. It was one more case in the bag.
Part 3: The Rabbithole
"How bout that? You said I couldn't do it myself, but I did it," said
Will, switching off the TV in their office. All the news channels had
been occupied with the latest on a big police bust. A raid on an illegal
nightclub in the warehouse district had revealed a human trafficking
ring. The owner of the club was the mastermind behind the ring. Further
investigation had revealed that his wife would pose as a student at the
local university and lure desperate girls to work as prostitutes. Out of
those, the ones who wouldn't be missed would soon disappear. They had
managed to stay concealed until someone had released footage of the
secret cellar where the girls had been held prior to being smuggled out.
The university and the city were both in an uproar.
"You certainly did," agreed Hank. "The client dropped off the check this
morning. Their daughter was in one of those cages. Apparently, she was
passing herself off as an orphan to rebel against them. That's how she
ended up on Britney's radar," Will said to his partner and mentor.
"Yes, good job," Hank agreed again as he walked to the coat rack and
picked up his trench coat. Will looked at him, his eyebrows drawn
together.
"You're hiding something. What are you not telling me?" Will prompted.
Hank turned to him with a smile and said, "You did solve the case, and
you did it very well. I should have listened to you when you said you
were ready to go it alone...." He turned and walked to the door. "Except
for one thing," he continued, shrugging into his coat. "While you were
snooping down the side corridor, looking for the girls, Dmitry wanted to
go down to check on them. Good thing I was there to stall him."
Will's frown deepened. "Hang on, you stalled him? But you weren't
even..." His eyes widened as realization came over him. "Sandra??" he
exclaimed. Hank turned to wink at his partner. "Couldn't let you go in
alone, now could I? After all..." he said as he opened the door, "you're
too young to know just how deep rabbitholes can go."
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