Agnes Surian lay in bed that night, tossing and turning in her sleep.
Walking in the woods in British Columbia with her boyfriend, back when they were teens…Sometimes, it’s daytime, sometimes, nighttime, going back and forth between light and dark…she looks to her left and sees Thurston beside her, instead of her teen sweetheart.
“So, the beast is hiding among these trees?” he asks her.
“Yes. I’m sure of it,” she says. “Trust me, Andy, I know what I’m…”
Suddenly, a brown bear appears…She and her old teen boyfriend scream.
The bear attacks her boyfriend, a claw swatting his face.
She pulls out her gun and aims at the bear…A fog floats before her eyes, blurring everything…She drops the pistol…That pheromone smell…The fog clears…Instead of seeing the bear killing her teen boyfriend, she sees Thurston again, being gored by Callie as the beast…Surian screams.
The beast’s body hair falls off, and she changes back into nude, beautiful Callie.
She smiles and spreads her legs for Surian.
“Lick me, Agnes,” she says with lewdness in her eyes.
Surian woke up with a jerk and a grunt.
“Oh, Jesus!” she gasped.
The next morning, Surian went to Callie’s apartment building, to the first floor apartment across from the crates in the alley. She saw the man in his kitchen through the window, the man who’d had sex with Callie that other time.
Surian rapped her knuckles on the window with one hand and flashed her badge with the other. “Detective Agnes Surian,” she said when he opened the door. “I’m working with the Toronto police. I’d like to ask you a few questions about a female tenant of this building, one I know that you’ve had…contact with…She’s blonde, beautiful, and often…without any clothes.”
“Oh, yeah,” he grunted with a lewd smirk. “Her.”
“What can you tell me about her?” Surian asked.
“Oh, she was nice,” he groaned, then licked his lips. “Such a beautiful…”
“Sir, I”m not interested in the pornographic details. Did she tell you her name, or which apartment she lives in? What floor does she live on…do you know?”
“Oh, uh, I think she lives on the seventh floor. I went up to her by the elevator and asked if I could have another screw.” Surian struggled not to roll her eyes. “She told me to fuck off.”
Gee, what a surprise, Surian thought.
“Then I saw her get in the elevator alone. It went up to the seventh floor. Later, I went up there to look around. I turned right after getting off the elevator and went down the hall. There was a powerful, sexy smell that got stronger and stronger as I continued to the end. It was at its strongest when I’d reached the farthest room on the right. It put me in a daze, though, and I couldn’t remember anything after that. Funny thing: the next thing I remember, I woke up in bed here in my apartment. There’s something voodoo about that chick.”
“Thank you,” Surian said. “I think I know all I need now. Goodbye.” She started walking out of the alley.
“Hey!” he shouted just before she disappeared out of the alley. “If you go talk to her, let ‘er know I’d be happy to satisfy her with my cock again!” His eyes were beaming with hope.
“I sure will, Super-stud,” Surian called back, then laughed.
She went into the apartment and got in the elevator. When she got out at the seventh floor, the pheromone smell was already in the air. She held her breath as long as she could as she hurried down to the end of the right-side hall. She opened the hall window by Callie’s door as wide as possible to air out the powerful fumes. She stuck her head out, exhaled, and breathed all the fresh air she could hope to get from outside. Still, that sexy smell dazed her.
Room 717. Her eyesight grew blurry, but not so much that she couldn’t read the number on the door and remember it. She knocked.
Callie answered, opening the door wide.
She stood before Surian, naked from head to toe.
“Good morning, Agnes,” she said with a grin.
“How do you…know my name?” Surian slurred.
“I know a lot about you and your boyfriend cop. The vibrations unifying the universe give me access to all kinds of knowledge, including your life.”
“Andy’s not…my boyfriend.”
“He will be. You want him to be.”
Surian looked down at Callie’s breasts and hairless crotch. “Do you…ever wear clothes?”
“Not if I don’t need to. Anyway, you’ve already seen every inch of me many times, so there’s no point in my hiding my body from you. Do you like it? Check me out again.” Callie turned around for Surian, who admired the roundness of Callie’s buttocks. “I know you’ve experimented with lesbian sex a few times. Come on in. Lick my pussy.”
“Oh,…uh,…OK,” Surian sighed, then entered the apartment.
Callie closed the door and took Surian by the hand, leading her into the bedroom. Callie lay on the bed on her back and spread her legs. Surian put her face in between: the pheromone scent gave her no choice not to.
Callie moaned and sighed as Surian licked and sucked on her hard clitoris. Kluh put a thought in Surian’s mind, repeating it over and over like a psychic chant: Google Kluh…Polynesian myth…know more about who I am…
Callie sprayed her orgasm into Surian’s mouth. Before she knew it, she’d already gulped it down. She rose to her feet, then stood before smiling Callie like a soldier ready to receive her next orders.
“Thank you, Agnes, for giving me so much pleasure,” said the demoness in flawless human form. “You will forget all that happened here, including where my apartment is. Now, go…and don’t forget to Google me and my myths.”
Surian walked out of the apartment like an automaton.
That afternoon, Surian was at the 22 Division police station. She sat in a chair in Detective Hicks’s office, reading something on her phone when he and Thurston entered the room.
“So, what have you got for us about the beast, Detective?” Hicks asked as he got to his desk.
“Just a minute,” she said, her eyes widening as she read.
“Oh, sorry, Detective,” Hicks growled. “I didn’t know your social life on Facebook and Twitter was more important than finding the beast and saving lives. Don’t forget the hashtag when you share your posts!”
“Hicks, please,” Thurston said. “For your information, we’ve come a lot closer to catching this beast than all your cops combined.”
“Don’t talk back to me, Thurston!” Hicks shouted. “You and your werewolf/Dr. Jekyll story? Don’t make me laugh! Its ‘magic’ erased your video of the girl’s transformations, eh? How convenient!”
“C’mon, Andy,” she said, rising to her feet and putting her phone in her purse. “Let’s follow ‘Chloe’ and see if she ever talks about a spirit named ‘Kluh’.” She and Thurston walked out of the office.
“So, there’s an evil spirit now, eh?” Hicks shouted as they walked past all the other detectives’ desks towards the exit. “You’ve even deluded yourselves that it has a name? You two are a joke!”
“Ignore him,” Thurston said. “What have you learned?”
“Well, I’m wondering if there are any Polynesian exorcists in the Toronto area,” she said.