Devil's Advocate • ONC 2020

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    I had never thrown it back for a whole room full of people before, but shit happens, doesn't it? Surprisingly I didn't make a complete fool of myself. I managed to get a few beginner moves in before I decided the pole was only going to get me hurt. I started shaking my ass- gracefully, of course. I'm a lady, not a hooker.

    Once the song had ended, everyone began cheering me on for more. I shook my head with a smile and grabbed my bag and headed off stage. I made my way over to the bar and sat down.

    "I've never had a girl twerk on my stage like that without showing more of what's under their dress," a deep voice interrupted my train of thought.

    "I know how to keep it classy even when I'm dancing somewhat erotically." I laughed it off. I took my drink and sipped on it.

    He laughed behind smirking lips. "I'm Lucius. Welcome to my party! Let me guess... Aspiring actress?"

    "Model," I spoke, a smirk playing on my lips. I had to get him going now didn't I? "Adelaide, but most people call me Lai."

    "How does a model end up at my lowlife party?"

    "Free drinks. It's also close to a club atmosphere with no entrance fee. It's a freeloaders paradise."

    Lucius looked me over, a smirk covering his face as his pupils dilated, nearly overtaking his green eyes. "Adelaide Hepburn, right?"

    "How did you-"

    "Your Playboy cover sparked interest among my close friends. Not to mention the outtakes of that shoot," he licked his lips after finishing his admission of guilt. He was guilty of spanking his meat to my Playboy pictures.

    I laughed softly, rolling my eyes. "Of course you wanked to that." Almost every man in America did.

    "And how would you know that?" Lucius challenged me with a smirk.

    I bit my lip and took another sip of my drink before tossing the ball back into his court, "I might have to do some field studies with you."

    He bit his lip ever so slightly as his eyes flickered down to my lips. My cheeks flushed slightly. The man was drop dead gorgeous; with his beautiful green eyes and enchanting smile. He was a catch by societal standards, but I don't think society would consider him a catch over the whole Devil's spawn thing... Why was I debating his looks? I couldn't waste my time thinking about his chiseled cheekbones! I had to gain his trust somehow. A man thinks a woman is weak because of what's in between her legs, but when she spreads them, he is the one that is weak. No matter how much I spread my legs for him, I can't let my heart live in my vagina. My heart shouldn't even be in my body while I'm in search of my soul.

    "Where do you keep your porn stash?" I asked, a playful smirk on my lips.

    "Direct," he scoffed, before smirking and continuing, "follow me."

    He stood and reached his hand out for me. I hesitated, though only for a moment, but I took his hand. He led me through the crowd better than I could have and up the grand staircase. On the left side of the manor he took me to the farthest room down the hall. The walls were a pale blue and the floor was white marble. This mansion was more lavish than my house in Long Beach, mine was certainly smaller, it had a fair amount of rooms but this was nearly a small castle. The bed was most certainly a California King with regal navy blue bedding. I looked over at his desk and saw a stack of papers with what looked to be magazines underneath it. I looked at him cheekily before walking over to the desk and lifting up the papers.

    "Spank. Bank." I held up the old Playboy magazine with my face plastered on the cover. "I think my field studies have been concluded," I stated lowly, my words slightly seductive as I made my way over to him.

    He looked me over before speaking, "It's time for the next stage... Hands on." With that he pulled me flush against him, his hands gripping my ass as he kissed me hard and rough. My hands were against his head, furiously trying to take all that he could give. His lips moved down my neck. I reached behind me and unzipped my dress while he gripped my ass a little harder, earning a low moan from me. He set me back on his bed and I shimmied my mini dress off, kicking my heels off after.

    He pulled off his pants and boxers in one fluid motion, he unbuttoned his dress shirt and let it hang there. He was big. That made me a little nervous. He leaned down and kissed from my breasts to my lower abdomen.

    "Are you sure you want to?" He asked, his eyes peering up at me. I bit my lip and nodded. With access now granted he ripped my panties from my body. I let myself give into euphoria.

    It felt like hours of intense passion but only amounted to thirty minutes. He rolled off of me and stood up, walking over to the bathroom. I took a moment to gather myself. My legs were shaking and my body was coated in euphoria. I looked over to see him standing in the doorway.

    "Hey, I'll join you in bed in a second. I need a shower," he said with a smile. A genuine smile. Not a smirk, or a half smile. A real, full on smile. It made my chest ache a little bit as I mentally slapped my hand with a ruler for even thinking of him this way.

    My response was a nod, standing up once he was out of sight, slipping my dress back on. Getting my affairs in order, almost ready to abandon ship. I wrote down a quick note and to leave on the side of the bed that I should be sleeping in. My 'dreams don't always come true' note was accompanied with the Playboy magazine. I made my quick tiptoe getaway. 

    Gerard was back in front of the manor within a minute after I had told him I was ready to leave. He came around to open the door for me and I thanked him before taking my seat.

    It was an interesting night to say the least. I had no news on the front of angel killing, but I did have news on what Lucius' proclivities were. I have been single for nearly two years. I hadn't experienced what I felt in that bed with Lucius in a long time. My ex was the reason I bought my house in Long Beach. I had been with the man for nearly three years when I caught him. Doing my maid. In my bed. For the first year or so I couldn't sleep in that bed. Eventually I tossed the mattress. I have so many memories of nights where I slept on the couch of my LA apartment simply because I couldn't fathom sleeping where he had chosen another woman. Truthfully, I was scared to love again. Not falling for Lucifer's son would be the easiest task. The sex was just a bonus.