THE DEVIL'S DAUGHTER

2 -- The "man"

"And a 5, 6, 7, 8 ....."  Larry's voice echoed throughout the dance studio, his workshop in full flow.  His recent success as the latest winner of "World of Dance" had led to his workshops being full.  Mostly, of women.  But he didn't mind that.  Oh, no, not AT ALL.  Like lambs to the slaughter, he chuckled to himself.  He could have his pick, everyday, if he so wished.  And more than one.  At a time.  As he quite often did.

Jesus, what was wrong with him ?  This wasn't "normal", and he knew it.  He just loved sex, and women, and sex with women, and sometimes men, SO much.  Too much, maybe.  Eleni had pointed out to him, quite rudely he thought at the time, that he might be a sex addict.  That he needed therapy, to get himself diagnosed as such.  But, no.  If he was diagnosed, he would BE a sex addict.  That's what he would be.  That's what the world would see him as.  Not that they didn't now, it was only a matter of a label.  No, no, there would be none of that.  As long as he could carry on with his little escapades, mostly under the cover of darkness, or a hotel room, or a bathroom stall, or against a wall in a dark alley, or wherever was most convenient at the time, he would be fine.  FINE.  He wasn't hurting anybody.  Tell yourself that, Larry, keep telling yourself that.  He was enjoying his hedonistic lifestyle too much to care about what anyone else thought of him.  He didn't care.  He didn't.  

As he finished up a spin move, crouched close to the floor, leg outstretched, foot pointed to the ceiling, he saw her.  He couldn't help but see her.  Everybody saw her.  She had stopped in the doorway of his studio to take in her surroundings, and his world stopped.  He stopped mid flight, uncharacteristically losing his balance, and falling, catching himself, making it look like he had done it purposefully.  Losing his balance.  As if anything could be more metaphorical.   A light shone down on her from above, a God-like beam of sun light that had parted the storm, complete with an angel chorus.  If only he knew ........  She was tall, voluptuous, all tits and ass, he noted, just the way he liked them.  Caramel skinned, a waterfall of straight black hair, and ice blue eyes.  He could see them, feel them from across the room.  

Spellbound was the word.  Mesmerised, another good one.  Done For.  Completely, utterly, absolutely, fucking done for.  And he hadn't even spoken to her yet.  

He was still looking at her when she caught his gaze.  Then she smiled at him, releasing the breath she had been holding until her eyes connected with his.  And it took his breath away.     ---  Hell, these powers are good   ---   she thought to herself.  This was going to be a walk in the park, he was so easy.  SO easy.  

"Um .... well, we'll take a break, OK ?  Be back here in ..... ten"  Larry issued to his class.  They had only just started, and they were more than a little pissed off.  They all watched with barely concealed contempt for this beautiful usurper, having taken all of their crush's attention away from them.  Watched as Larry walked slowly over to Melinda, his hip swagger on it's best behaviour today.  Or was that it's worst.  He stopped directly in front of her, holding out his hand in welcome, as she took it, gently.  He lifted her knuckles up to his lips, his eyes never leaving hers.  His lips gently brushed her fingers, the lightest, feather touch, not quite enough, but at the same time, altogether too much.  It sent shivers down her spine.  

"Enchante"  he whispered a low growl only she could hear.  Her body felt weird and wonderful things at the sound of his voice, this new body she had acquired.  Being a resident of Hell, her body there, if you could describe it a such, was otherworldly, of course, it was another world.  By human standards it would have been considered ugly, grotesque, even frightening.  But she had done her homework, and when Good Old Dad acquiesced and gave her the human body she desired, he had done a good job, but he was far from happy about it.