[some sexual content]
Nude Callie had a special guest in a VIP Room in The Gold Star that night: Dr. Visner.
“How did you know,” he panted as she rubbed her ass against his pointy lap, “that I was with…a Thai prostitute…when I was a young man?”
“How do you think…I know?” she sighed, getting wet from the pleasure of that point rubbing against her vulva.
“You must have found…an old…archived…newspaper story…about what…happened to her,” he moaned.
Callie took him by the wrists and put his hands on her breasts. He wanted to resist her sexuality, but her aphrodisiac pheromone smell was too powerful to resist. “What happened…to the Thai girl?”
“Stop pretending…you don’t know,” he sighed, enjoying the softness and smoothness of those large breasts cupped in his hands. “You must know. It was in…the story I read. It’s the only way…you could have known.”
“Oh? Refresh my…memory.”
“I’d rather not.”
“It makes me feel…as guilty as I feel…with you now.”
Callie got up, turned around, and sat on his lap facing him, but not without first rubbing her breasts against his face. “Confession…is good for the soul. Tell me…what happened to her, and you’ll probably…feel better.”
“She…killed herself,” he groaned. “I read about it…in the paper…the day after…the night I’d had her. I recognized…her face in the photo.”
“Why do you think…your fucking her…was what made her…want to kill herself?” Callie asked. “How was your fucking her…any worse than…what any other man…could have done to her?” She put his hands on her ass, his fingers resting against her anal cleft.
“Because I…had anal with her. I paid her well, but I don’t think…she was too…accepting of how I…fucked her.”
“Were you too rough?” Callie asked, spreading her ass so his fingers would touch her anus.
“I don’t know,” he panted, one of his fingers massaging Callie’s anal ring. “I don’t think…I physically hurt her, but I think…she thought…what we were doing…was shameful.”
“I wouldn’t think that,” Callie said. “Ooh,” she moaned at the feeling of that finger. “I’d let you…do me that way.”
“But, your trauma…with your stepfather, Mort. I remind you…too much of him.”
“Oh, but you’re like…a good version of him,” she purred in his ear, then pecked him on the lips.
“How am I…’a good version,’ given what I did…to the Thai prostitute?” he asked.
“Because you resist…the temptation to have me. I like that. You’re a challenge. You can control your lust.”
“I didn’t…with the Thai girl.”
“You were young. You’ve learned to be good…since then.”
“My lust…made her kill herself.”
“You don’t know that. Anything could have happened…to make her want to kill herself. Stop blaming yourself.”
“But you’re my patient,” Visner said. “To sleep with you…would be a breach…of professional ethics.”
“And yet, you’re still here.” Her hand gave the erection in his pants a light squeeze, getting a grunt out of him.
“And that’s why…I should go.” He got up, the song having just ended, and put some money on the table. “I’ll see you tomorrow afternoon in the office.” He left.
And that’s why I like you, Callie and Kluh thought together. You’re no pig. She put the money in her purse and left the VIP Room, too, not bothering to put any clothes on.
Back in the main area of the strip joint, she saw Thurston standing by the tip rail, alone…Surian wasn’t with him this time.
What I wanted, Callie/Kluh thought.
The psychiatrist passed by Thurston. “Goodnight, Dr. Visner!” Callie shouted out to him.
“Good night,” he called back, just before going outside.
Thurston recognized her voice, but–being addled by his divided attention between it, and seeing the man she’d called out to–he wasn’t sure which direction he’d heard her calling from. He was noting the erotic scent of her pheromones, though. The demoness in that curvaceous nude body went up to him.
“Good evening, Andy,” she said from behind him.
He turned around, then gasped at the sight of those beautiful breasts and shaved crotch. “You know…my first name?” he asked.
“I know a lot more about you and your girlfriend, Agnes, than you realize.” Thurston was amazed to see Callie’s sudden resemblance to Eva, his old teen crush.
“Agnes isn’t my girlfriend,” he panted, trying not to look down at her tits. Her pheromone scent was like drugs, dazing him.
“Oh, but you want her to be your girlfriend. She wants to be your girlfriend, too, though she’s too shy to say. You’ll be together with her one day. We’ll all be together one day. In the meantime, how about you and I be together for a while in the VIP Room? Would you like me to give you some lap dances? They’re lots of fun. $20 per song.”
“Oh, uh, OK.” As long as Agnes doesn’t know, he thought, she won’t doubt how much I like her. He followed Callie into the VIP Room, and they sat on a couch there together.
Five minutes later, she was grinding on his lap. She brushed her long, wavy hair against his face; the pheromone smell was overpowering.
If Callie seduces me tonight, he thought as he fondled her breasts, may she turn into the beast and kill me right then and there. She may be hot, but I’d rather make love with Agnes. Callie is making herself look like my old teenage crush to fuck with my mind; Agnes, however, is like Eva, in body and soul. I must never forget the difference; I’d rather die than betray Agnes for this demon-whore.
Just then, when the song ended, his cellphone rang. He fumbled to get it out of his jacket pocket. It was Surian.
“Hello?” he said into it with a shaky voice. Callie sat in the chair facing him, a smirk on her face.
“I found some Polynesians, living near Queen Street, who know how to exorcise demons,” Surian said. “Are you in The Gold Star, Andy?”
“Uh, yeah,” he sighed. “Sorry. I felt…compelled to come here.”
“Are you sitting at pervert’s row? The music isn’t all that loud, from what I hear.”
“I’m in a…VIP Room.” He looked up from his phone and saw Callie grinning.
“Are you with her?” Surian asked, almost in anger.
“With ‘Chloe,’ yeah,” Thurston said, with a tinge of guilt in his voice, and noting ‘Chloe’ grinning a wider grin.
“Andy!” Surian said. “Get out of there. You know how dangerous she is!”
“I know…I can’t…help it.”
“She’s turning you on. She’s hypnotizing you.”
“Don’t be jealous. I like you more. You know that.”
“Oh, fuck off with that. You’re in danger.”
“I’m not gonna fuck ‘er, Agnes.”
I wouldn’t be too sure about that, if I were you, Andy, Callie thought.
“Andy, you know how that woman’s sexy smell can mess with your mind,” Surian said. “I’m coming over there. Don’t let her take you out of there.” She hung up.
“Wanna go to a hotel with me?” Callie asked, still grinning.
“Oh, uh, OK,” he said, his eyes half open.
Twenty minutes later, Surian arrived at The Gold Star. She ran in, looking around everywhere in the strip joint. All the VIP Rooms were empty at the time.
“Fuck!” she shouted. “He left with her.” She ran back outside.
In a hotel room just a few blocks away, nude Callie was riding on top of clothed Thurston (his zipper open and his hard cock sticking out), in the cowgirl position. The mattress of their bed squeaked with her every bounce.
“Oh!” she screamed, orgasming. Panting as she got off of him, she noticed he was still as erect as a monolith. “You need to be finished off.” She knelt at the side of the bed, and gestured to him to sit with his legs on either side of her.
He sat there, and she–looking up into his eyes–took his cock in her mouth. He looked down in her eyes, amazed at her skills as her head went up and down on him.
Memories of her blowing her stepfather flashed before her eyes as she sucked Thurston off. Mort’s cruel eyes looking down at her, from her teen memories, made her shake and flinch in agitation.
Surian had driven to Thurston’s apartment, then to Callie’s. No sound of moaning or sex could be heard in either place, let alone any other sounds indicating they were at home.
Memories of that bear attacking her teen boyfriend flashed before her eyes. Please, God, she thought, not knowing anywhere else to look for them, Don’t let the beast kill Andy. “He isn’t answering his phone,” she said to herself as she put hers back in her purse.
I shouldn’t be here, Thurston thought as he looked down into Callie’s eyes. Her mouth and tongue feel fantastic, but I’d rather be with Agnes. She must think I’m just another typical pussy-chasing dude, but even she knows that ‘Chloe’ is controlling my whole time here with her. Sometimes I see a slutty smile on her face, sometimes…I see anger, fear. Is something going to set her off, make that hair grow all over her, make those claws grow from her fingertips? Agnes is right: I’m in danger, but how can I break Chloe’s spell?
As Callie looked up into Thurston’s eyes while sucking his cock, images of his face alternated with those of Mort. She was shaking all over.
As he was approaching orgasm, he listened to her moans–at times, lustful, at other times, menacing. Finally, just before he came, he heard a moan sound like a growl.
His eyes widened.
He thought he saw a few hairs growing on her arms as he shot bullets of come down her throat. He gasped in a mix of pleasure and terror. He squeezed his eyes together as he continued coming in her mouth.
He heard what seemed another growl or two.
Finally spent, and with her lips no longer wrapped around his penis, he dared to open his eyes.
All he saw was smiling Callie, putting his penis back in his pants and zipping him up.
Now he gave a sigh of relief.
“OK,” she said as she rose to her feet. “I think we’re done here, Andy. You can go. We paid for only a ‘rest,’ as you’ll recall.”
“Oh, uh, OK,” he said, his eyes half-open. “Good night. Thanks for the good time.”
“No, thank you,” she said as he staggered to the door. Your come inside me will strengthen our connection, she thought. It’s a good thing I reined myself in at the last second; otherwise, you’d be lying in a pillow of blood.
As Thurston staggered down the street back to his car in The Gold Star parking lot, he felt his cellphone vibrating in his pocket. He took it out. “Hello?”
“Oh, thank God you’re OK!” Surian almost sobbed. The memory of that bear killing her old boyfriend flashed before her eyes again.
“Yeah, she didn’t change into the beast.”
“Did you fuck her?”
“Uh, yeah. I’m sorry, Agnes. She–“
“I know she made you do her. I’m just glad she didn’t kill you.” He thought he heard a sob or two.
“Really? You mean, you do like me?” he slurred, still feeling a little dazed from the aftereffect of those pheromones.
“Oh, shut up, Andy. You’re my partner, that’s all. I need you.” That bear’s face flashed before her mind’s eye again.
“You need me as…a partner of another kind, I do detect.”
“Fuck off with that, will you? Look, I’ve learned some useful things about her. Not only can we get these Polynesian immigrants to exorcise the demon from ‘Chloe,’ but I know that she’s been seeing a shrink named Dr.–what was it?–Visner.”
“Hey, that name…sounds familiar.”