Chapter 15

“Well, you definitely enjoy coffee, don’t you, Toz?” Salome teased Tozroman the demon as he sat in the cafe drinking his Caldwell House (a Maxwell House knock-off caused by the coffee giant’s collapse) French Roast.

“Lots of cream and sugar, to be sure. It’s not exactly available in Hell, you know,” Tozroman chuckled, even as the waitress kept staring at him between duties.

“Excuse me, but I’ve been meaning to ask about your demon bodysuit. How did you get it to be so realistic?” Kaitlyn Corcoran inquired at last.

“What makes you think that it’s a bodysuit, my sweet Kait?” the demon confronted Kaitlyn’s assumptions.

“So, wait, are you claiming to be an actual demon?” the waitress asked very pointedly now.

“Straight from the pits of Hell, my dear. Well, what was Hell. It’s been shuttered. Probably a good thing, even if it put me out of work. It lets everyone live their lives as they wish, not in fear of being tortured forever and it lets me do whatever I like, discover my true self, rather than work for a pair of self-righteous sadists, Jehovah and Satan. Torturing the guilty is one thing, but I’ve had to torment some people just for being gay or lecherous and that was dumb as fuck. They weren’t harming a soul, just having a bit of fun,” Tozroman explained, making Kait’s eyes bulge in response.

“So, wait, there is a soul in there, then? I mean, you’re not just some evil spirit out to harm people. It actually bothers you to have to inflict pain undeservedly on folks. You are capable of empathy. You have a conscience. It’s not what I expected from a demon, not at all,” Kait expressed her astonishment at this news.

“One of the consequences of giving us the ability to feel some emotions is that we can feel all of them. It’s not a mix or match. You can’t create a being with a capacity for pleasure and expect it to be soulless. A soul just comes with the territory, something that Satan never figured out after he created those of us demons who weren’t simply fallen angels. More than a few were, but the rest of us were made just like this from the outset. He needed more and more staff as the centuries dragged on, you see. The original crew just weren’t enough anymore, were spread too thin,” Tozroman swished his tail as he downed more coffee.

“So ... you were born a demon, then? That’s all that you’ve ever been,” Kait leaned in closer, fascinated by him.

“Yes and no. I was created this way. I was never born. I was never a baby. I was created as a mature demon from day one. I have no parents,” Tozroman explained, even as Kait on instinct pulled his head toward her bosom and cradled it.

“Sorry, couldn’t help it. You never knew a mother’s love. It made me want to reach out and give you a taste of it. You can suck my breasts whenever you like, sweet devil. Which of you is the leader of this outfit?” the waitress insisted.

“I am, I suppose,” David Howard perked up at hearing Kaitlyn speak to him.

“I ... I want to join you and keep my word to your demon friend here. I ... I want to be able to breastfeed him whenever he wishes it. He needs to experience this. It’s not fair that he never got a chance to suckle a woman’s tits in his life before. I just ... just want to do this. The rest of you are free to suck my nipples, too. I want to offer my breastmilk to each of you as sustenance. I also want to fuck every last one of you, but especially the demon. I’m just very ... drawn to him. I can’t explain why,” Kait announced to the group.

“Yeah, well, I’m cool with it. Welcome to the tribe,” David assured her, getting nods from the rest of his crew.

“I just want to fuck the ever loving shit out of that ebony babe. I have a serious case of jungle fever, if you’ll pardon my saying so,” one of the male patrons informed everyone.

“That’s a bit racist, that phrase, you know. ‘Jungle fever.’ Then again, you mean well. Look, I like that you dig my black ass, but are you prepared to live with this group here? We’re a wild bunch, you see. This butt got drilled on the way to this diner, and trust me, it was hot, mister! We’re not exactly the faithful type, none of us are. Here’s the deal. If you fuck us, you’ll be turned into what I am now.

“I used to be a one-man woman. Not anymore. I’m a slut now. We all are in this group. Fuck me, knowing what that means, and then marry me, knowing what kind of slutty bride you get, and I’ll be your woman for life. It will mean sharing me, just as I share you, but it’s worth it, trust me. I’ll ride you for the rest of your days. A lifetime of tush, believe me, babe. A lifetime of my tits waving in your face,” Karen encouraged the young man’s apparent crush on her.

“Cory, if you leave with her, you are cut off, son! Cut off! Forget that inheritance! I’ll keep it and spend it all on me,” the young man’s mother, a rather dour, if technically pretty, middle-aged bitch in a very conservative dress, warned him.

“If you want to see your grandchildren, ma’am, I wouldn’t recommend that,” Karen reminded her.

“If he’s leaving, I’m not gonna see them, anyway, because I’m not joining your traveling freakshow. It’s like Sodom and Gomorrah on wheels, complete with a fucking devil! Besides, if my grandkids are black, I won’t see them without wanting to slit my wrists. My family is white as they get and I refuse to watch my son contribute to white genocide by humping a jungle bunny,” the mother made her racism very blatant now.

“Fuck you, Mom! I did the ancestry thing right before Fireball Day and guess what I learned? Your mother’s biological father, my great-grandfather, was Moroccan, half-Jewish, actually half-Arab/Berber. Did you know that? He left Morocco for rather obvious reasons, in fact. We’re not as white as you think. That’s why I tan so well, I guess. Forget about it, Mom.

“Sorry about the racist bit. It wasn’t meant that way, as you said. Not from me at least. I’ll be happy to tag along, if you guys will have me, that is. Cory Bradshaw, by the way. Pleasure to meet you fine folks. I’m only seventeen, but if that doesn’t bug ya, here I am,” the youth declared for everyone’s benefit, including his stunned mother.