Lilith Live on Late Night
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Mult, Coercion, Consensual, Mind Control, BiSexual, Heterosexual, Fiction, Rough, Anal Sex, Exhibitionism, Oral Sex, Sex Toys, Voyeurism,
Desc: Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Lilith was a shadow walker. She stays out of the spotlight as least until she gets on a Late Night Show.
The studio near Broadway was bustling with excitement because programming had landed the fabulous “Lilith” from Hollywood as their newest stellar entry for the late-night sweepstakes.
The lattes were flowing hot and heavy and the risk-taking millennials were lighting up covert weed in the corners where they thought nobody could see them. Even the camera men and the lighting muscle felt the pulse of excitement because top-notch rating would mean extra bonuses for one and all and a lot less pressure to be “perfect” in every little detail.
One unsmiling face stood out in the crowd and that was the celebrated new writer known in the tightly-knit studio circles as “Angela, the wise-ass”. She was fairly new to the late-night television production scene but had been there long enough to be a latte recipient and not a latte “go-fer”.
Most of the studios that prided themselves as being in the “top three” in ratings constantly changed their strategy to keep up with a fast-changing world. Unfortunately, their world seemed to be centered in a tight radius around lower Manhattan or way out on the left coast in the vicinity of Hollywood and Vine. Everything else was the “wastelands” of uncool America or the funny-talking realm of foreign types used only for comic relief to make ignorant watchers feel good about themselves because they were more “normal” than them.
Angela was a foreigner at one time.
That was a long time ago, when she lived out in Brooklyn in a God-awful artist studio that was really a converted warehouse with no hot water. It forced her to take showers at work in the real city like some homeless tramp without any future. It was a humbling experience and one that she did her best to shove behind a brick wall in the corner of her devious brain.
She was late the morning that the announcement was made about the signing of the world-famous Lilith to a two year contract with options. Several of the tech types were suddenly nervous because the rumor was that she would be bringing a retinue of her own “people” from Hollywood to insure continuity in her unique image for late-night viewing pleasure.
Angela wasn’t concerned about that because she was one of the lucky ones with a full one year contract that insured she got paid full scale for the full duration unless she got fired for cause. That “for cause” clause was usually defined as meaning she got caught doing hard drugs on camera or wouldn’t put out to one of the studio “big-wigs” when it was her turn in the meat market. She didn’t mind the degrading episodes, because she tended to use the new contacts a lot more than they used her, all things considered.
Sally, the new editor from New Jersey, handed her the promised latte and Angela patted her ass to show she appreciated her excursion into the unwashed herd to help satisfy her addiction to the steaming liquid. The new girl smiled up at her with a wistful look probably remembering the party when they both shared opposite ends of Mister Gold’s grossly overweight body. It was the first time either of them serviced the studio head at a party of such magnitude. The more experienced Angela had guided the virginal Sally down those depraved corridors with capable hands and they held hands in mutual support when the going got tough.
Actually, Hymie Gold was not a bad sort at all.
The poor schnook was on his third wife and was already looking for a replacement because the stuck-up Ruth refused to offer her mouth for anything except stuffing it with candy or some of that Russian caviar that cost so much dough, even wholesale. In all honesty, he regretted marrying her, but her father’s offer of a bridge loan, when he needed it desperately, sealed the deal and he mounted her on the wedding night with drunken enthusiasm conceiving his little darling Marjorie. The little darling was already five years old and it was hard to believe he was still letting Ruth hang around because she wasn’t getting any younger and seemed a little too close to her lesbian hairdresser.
The appearance of Lilith on the set was more exciting than was willing to admit, not that she was inclined to let anyone see the turmoil raging inside her. They were mortal enemies over the ages and she hoped her deep undercover invisibility was enough to hide her immortal light. It was more than she had bargained for and her faded memory of the last encounter was not a happy one. A lot of humans had left their pitiable existence because of their conflict and Angela felt no sense of pride in the chaotic dead heat that resulted.
She had taken refuge in mother church claiming Sanctuary like some minor player in celestial warfare.
Angela knew her cover was working because Lilith swept right past her like she was chopped liver on rye and she was not in the least bit hungry. It was a bit of a relief and a let-down at the same time because she was primed for battle at the drop of a hat. In fact, the no-longer-blooming Lilith was hitting on the virginal Sally with a directness that made her want to smite her with her righteous left boot. Sally, the little fool was falling all over herself, with a pathetic transparency that revealed her lack of experience in such matters. She was exceptionally intelligent in most matters, but when it came to affairs of the heart, Sally was ever the giver and never the taker in typical female submissive fashion. She was probably destined for nocturnal use and would be in no shape for effective work in the morning.
It was Lilith’s entourage that Angela found exceedingly interesting.
It was a larger group than she had expected and the “Lilith” disciples were more flamboyant than their demanding boss of all bosses.
They were six altogether.
She recognized a pair of fallen ones from the disgusting “Witch Trials” in Salem and was sorely tempted to dispatch them with unannounced vigor. Angela knew they were the least of her worries, because “He” was there bringing up the rear like some rear-end Charlie with vicious finality. Nicky had always been her most dangerous opponent and now that he was teamed with Lilith, the combination might be too much for her to handle. She broke out in a fear-based sweat that drenched her undies with an essence that would certainly give her away if she stayed in proximity much longer.
Her only recourse was to withdraw and she ran down the staircase avoiding the elevator because this was an emergency far more dangerous than a simple fire. She stopped when she reached the river’s edge and looked out at the ships heading for distant shores. There was no doubt in her mind that she would be far better off as a stowaway on one of those vessels than in the same city as Lilith and her little coven of true believers.
Sally burst through the carefully double-locked door to their loft apartment chattering about the fabulous Lilith and the agenda she had produced for the first late-night show.
Angela continued to mix the martinis with a fixed smile on her face. The last thing she wanted to do was to tell Sally the truth and probably half scare her to death in the process. Instead, she sprinkled a little sleeping dust into the giggling girl’s drink and hoped that she would be deep in her sleep when the confrontation with Lilith would take place in the late-night studio. It was a tried and true method to get reluctant subjects into the proper frame of mind for manipulation of any kind. Unfortunately, too many of the celebrity types used it to insure cooperative partners and failing memories of kinky interludes best left forgotten the following day.
After she put Sally into bed, Angela “suited up” in her defensive shield. It was effective from her neck down and worked in most situations where violence was a factor to be considered as probable rather than just possible. Of course, her head was still vulnerable, but she would have to look out for that the old-fashioned way with her sword in her hand.
Lilith was more dangerous than Nicky and Angela was certain the combination of the two of them together was more than she could handle without employing some guile to separate them and defeat them one at a time.
Angela positioned her nicely curved body in front of the coffee and latte maker. She chose the exact perfect moment to bend over in front of the ogling Nicky knowing he could never ignore the opportunity to mount a willing human female and show her his cosmic assets.
She knew her pencil skirt was tight over her buttocks and before she even had a chance to look for the supply of cups on the bottom shelf, Nicky was fitting his shifting shape into the curves of her defenseless rump and held her immobile beneath his pulsating essence. Angela had been there before and knew the helpless sense of frustration at being used in a despicable manner by the enemy from below even to defeat them in stealth and not in direct combat.
Nicky was off his game from countless “easy” conquests and never realized his danger until it was too late for him to run or hide from Angela’s wrath. Just as he was entering into the point of no return and exposed to danger because of his need to drain into another silly human female’s soft and yielding flesh, he recognized his opponent and made a last ditch effort to run and hide. Of course, it was far too late and he literally had his head handed to him by the smiling Angela as she eased his form into the nearby sofa in two distinct parts.
Now, all she had to do was to confront Lilith and tell her,
“Begone, witch woman, back to the underworld and your own kind. Bother the loyal servants of the creator no longer with your devious seductions. Get you hence and hide in the shadows and let us see you never again.”
Lilith was sitting in the warm-up room with the twin blondes with restless lips at her knees like trained lap dogs ready for her bidding. They worked in unison like a single person reading each other’s thoughts like some magician on the stage. The queen of the underworld looked up at the approaching Angela and she knew instinctively that her match was upon her.
Quickly, she pushed the twins away to the floor and swung her hidden sword of evil to remove Angela’s head from her beautiful body. It was easy for Angela to parry the thrust with her life-long skills and she soon had Lilith on her knees swearing a promise to withdraw and never to return to the world of weak-willed humans and the watchful eyes of the servants of the lord almighty.
She melted into the night from whence she came and Angela was satisfied for the moment. Yet, she knew the evil one would return and visit her seductive claws on the weak human will-power. She would rise from the ashes once again to take success from the jaws of defeat. Angela knew she would meet her again and again until she was no more, a mere memory of evil from the depths of the shadows of the night and no longer a threat to humankind.