[Some sexual content]
Detectives Surian and Thurston sat at the tip rail in The Gold Star that night, waiting for Callie to come onstage. A nude stripper was doing the last song of her floorshow. She spread her legs in front of Thurston.
Surian laughed at him for the embarrassment she saw on his face. “C’mon, Andy,” she said. “Enjoy yourself.”
“You’re the only one for me, Agnes,” he said in her ear.
“Oh, fuck off, Andy,” she said. “Pussy is pussy. You’re a guy, aren’t you? Live a little. I don’t care.”
“I care that you don’t,” he said…and meant that. He always flirted with Agnes Surian because he really liked her. “You’re much prettier than she is.”
“Bullshit I am,” she said. “That woman has a much better body than I have.”
“I’ll always like your brown eyes, and that cute brunette bob cut of yours, to that woman’s silicone anytime.”
“You’re not getting me that easily, Andy. Watch her.”
“Every time you talk like that, Agnes, you remind me of my high school crush, the girl you look like, who friend-zoned me and broke my heart.”
“She was that plain-looking and flat-chested, eh?”
“Oh, come one! You have more boob than that, more real boob than that stripper, and more smarts, which I find especially attractive.”
“Oh, aren’t you sweet. Stare at her ass, not at me.”
“Really. Your hunches about perps are accurate as fuck. You found the beast.”
“Who’s coming on next,” Surian reminded him. “Just don’t let yourself get mesmerized when she’s onstage. We don’t wanna lose…’Chloe’…again.”
“Agreed,” he said, glad the stripper’s spread was no longer in front of his face. “You remember what ‘Chloe’ looks like?”
“Yeah, I saw her over on the other side of the bar a while ago. You’ll see her soon.”
The song ended, and the stripper left the stage.
“All right, gentlemen,” the DJ announced as Callie got on the stage. “Let’s give a big hand for this sexy lady. Here’s…Chloe.” A chorus of men’s cheers pounded on the detectives’ eardrums.
“Remember, Andy,” Surian said in Thurston’s ear. “As soon as you smell those sexy pheromones, hold your breath. She uses that smell to fuck with our heads.”
“Got it,” he said. “Then we follow her, and if we can get a chance to see a transformation, we get video of it on our cellphones to show that prick, Detective Hicks, and get him to believe us.”
“Yes,” she said. They looked up at Callie with grins as she shook her ass in that tight dress and those black fishnet stockings.
At about 2:00 AM, the detectives had followed Callie to the apartment of a man she was about to have sex with. They were lucky enough to be able to climb up to a third-floor balcony where they could look in a window and see her nude body bouncing on top of her lover in bed.
“I can’t believe we were lucky enough to find the right room so fast,” Thurston said.
“I can,” Surian said. “She seems to have the power to lure people anywhere she needs them to be. She probably put the intuition in our heads to look here first.”
“You mean she wanted us to find her here?” he asked. “You think she can do that?”
“Yes,” Surian said. “If she has the power to turn into a hairy, clawed beast, she probably has all kinds of powers, including her power to hypnotize us with those pheromones. She wants us here, and wants us to follow her around for some reason–I don’t know what that is, but I guess we’ll find out soon enough. So we’ll have to watch out for any traps she tries to set for us.”
“OK,” he said. They both took out their cellphones and set them to video camera. “I feel like a porno director.”
“Enjoy your perviness,” she said. “She’s hot, isn’t she?”
“I’d rather be pervy with you, Agnes. You’re hotter.”
“Shut up. I am not.”
“Oh, yes, you are.”
“Just get video of the proof, and stop hitting on me.”
They had been getting video of Callie and the man having sex in the cowgirl position for a minute or two before, at the sight of her wiggling tits, Thurston opened his mouth: “Check out bouncing Chloe.”
“Oh, behave yourself, Andy,” Surian said.
“You said, ‘Enjoy your perviness,’ Agnes,” he said.
“In your private thoughts, please,” she said. “I’m not a dude. I don’t wanna hear it.”
“Wait: what are they doing now?” he asked after seeing the man roll over and get on top of her. He got her on all fours. “So, he wants to do her doggy-style now?”
“No, wait,” Callie said, loud enough for the detectives to hear. Her lover was trying to enter her anally.
A flashback went past Callie’s eyes: Mort rolling over and rolling her over on all fours, so he could sodomize her…back when she was thirteen.
“No!” Callie shouted again.
“Oh, c’mon, baby!” the man said, starting to push in.
“I said…NO!” she shouted, growling the last word.
“Holy shit!” the detectives whispered together as they saw hair grow out all over Callie’s body. Her lover moved back, startled and speechless, his eyes and mouth wide open.
“You’re recording all this, right?” Surian asked in a shaky voice, her eyes agape.
“Yeah,” Thurston gasped with his jaw all the way down. “Are you?”
“Of course. Oh, my God!”
Callie’s lover screamed, then her claws sliced across his throat, splashing blood all over the bed. He fell on his right side, shaking, clutching his throat, and coughing out blood. The beast stabbed its claws, both hands, into his chest. He no longer moved. Surian and Thurston were now the ones shaking.
Then the beast looked at the window.
“Oh, shit!” the detectives said when the eyes of the smiling beast met theirs. It jumped off the bed, bounced on the floor, and flew at the window. “Fuck!” the detectives cried.
They dodged apart from each other in time for the beast to break through the glass and fly out between them. It landed on the front lawn of the apartment and ran off.
Thurston called backup. “The beast is back,” he said. “It’s running down Jarvis Street towards Isabella Street. Surian and I will wait for it at Edward Road, on the other side of town. Hurry!”
Whenever cops confronted the beast as it ran and jumped down this or that road, a mere whiff of its intoxicating pheromonal smell, which quickly spread around everywhere it went, overpowered the cops to the point that they couldn’t aim their guns at it, much less fire at it.
The smell even got into the police cars through opened windows or car doors, causing a fog of disorientation that made it impossible to follow the beast. By about 5 AM, it had returned to Edward Road, to the alley next to Callie’s apartment building. The two detectives had been waiting.
Hiding behind the bushes in Edward Park across the road, they grinned to see the beast plodding along in exhaustion, leaving a trail of tufts of its hair. It entered the alley and went behind the crates, as it had last time.
The detectives came out from the bushes and crossed the road. With their pistols cocked, they entered the alley.
The beast lay asleep behind those crates again. Surian and Thurston put their guns away and took out their cellphones, which they reset to video camera. They began to record video of the beast from the shoulders up.
All those hairs on its skin were slithering back, retreating into their follicles. Its claws were shortening, changing back into fingernails.
“This is…incredible,” Thurston whispered. “Wow!”
“I know, but don’t make any noise,” Surian whispered. “She might wake up and get hairy again.”
Callie’s hair changed from brown back to blonde. Now fully changed from beast back to beauty, she lay there still asleep, the same nude sex goddess she was every night in The Gold Star, all clean, freshened up, and as if ready for a Playboy photo shoot.
“She doesn’t even need to pretty herself up in the bathroom,” Surian gasped, still in amazement at what they’d seen. “This is some kind of major supernatural shit we’re seeing here. You got all that recorded, Andy?”
“Yep,” he said with a smile. “We have all the proof we need. This should make Hicks finally take us seriously.”
Callie woke up.
“Good morning, ‘Chloe,’ or Sandra, or whatever your name is,” Surian said with a triumphant smile. “We’ve finally got you.”
“Hi,” Callie said with an ear-to-ear grin, not at all intimidated by them.
Before the detectives could hold their breath, they’d already inhaled a huge whiff of that aphrodisiac pheromone smell. Their heads were swaying from side to side.
“How about a threesome, detectives?” Callie asked. “I know you two like each other, and I know you both like me.”
Surian and Thurston got down on their knees. They dropped their cellphones on the ground. His head went between Callie’s spread legs; Surian’s lips wrapped themselves around Callie’s left nipple. Both detectives began sucking, kissing, and licking. Callie took a cellphone in each hand.
Her hands let out a glow surrounding both cellphones. The demoness’s power erased the memory of the video recordings. Callie orgasmed from Thurston’s lips and tongue on her clitoris, spraying come into his mouth. Kluh’s magic caused Callie to lactate, feeding Surian generous gulps of milk.
Now with the demoness’s fluids inside them, the detectives moved away from Callie’s body; for those fluids were now swimming inside the detectives’ bodies, giving Kluh direct psychic control of both of them. Still mesmerized, the two began French-kissing on the ground there in the alley as Callie got up and walked out of the alley, insouciant about her nudity, her hands at her sides and allowing anyone watching at the time to see all of her body if he or she wished to.
She went to the front door of her apartment building and used her power to unlock it, just by using the tip of her finger to tap on the keyhole. She did the same with that of her apartment, with no need of a key, when she’d reached her floor from the elevator. A hypnotized neighbour of her latest victim would soon arrive at the door of her apartment with her purse and clothes.
The detectives snapped out of their stupor after another ten minutes of necking. Thurston gave Surian a few more kisses on the lips and cheek.
“Stop it!” she said, slapping him. “You pig!”
“Oh, come on, cutie-pie,” he said, rubbing his cheek. “You were as into the kissing as I was.”
“‘Chloe’ used her power to make us do that, to distract us while she got away,” she said. “Anyway, it doesn’t matter. We got video of both transformations.” They picked up their cellphones and checked where they’d saved the video recordings. We can finally prove–“
“Hey, what happened to them?” he said, frowning.
“She must have erased them while we were…fuck!”
“Let’s go find her apartment.”
“She’ll probably elude us again. We’ll have to think of a different strategy. I’d like to know what she does with herself when she isn’t stripping. I’d like to follow her around in the day, and see if there’s anything we can learn about her that way.”
“Yeah, in any case, we still have that sexy smell of hers fogging up our brains. We can’t think straight, so we can’t do much here and now.”
Yes, follow me around in the day, Callie/Kluh thought as she lay on her bed on her back. Learn more about me through Dr. Visner.