Chapter 4

I awoke to a phone call and it was my boss, Jerry, the editor-in-chief of the Daily Observer.

“Jack, where’s that scoop you’ve promised me? You’re running behind and don’t tell me that it’s one of your stupid errands for your damn sister-in-law and her old man, your brother! I swear, as much as you do for that bitch, she ought to divorce your brother and marry you! You’re more of a stand-up guy for her these days than for me. It’s not my fault, or yours, that your brother got his sorry ass locked up in jail! Indicted on mail fraud charges, no less!” Jerry snapped at me.

“Yes, yes, I know. My brother’s a con man. He’s always been a con man. Hence how he got someone as sweet as Carly to marry him. In a week or two, it won’t matter. Boss, get ready for the most explosive scoop of all. The Rapture, it’s gonna happen on March 14. I got it marked, confirmed, if you will. Yes, I’ve found Jesus, and he wears a baseball cap!” I chuckled, hearing Jessica laugh in the background.

“Is that supposed to be funny? Or have you actually gotten religion, you, the one man I thought too smart for that bullshit? Or what?” I know that’s Sunday morning, but damn! Listen, you get here with that scoop or your ass is fired, do you hear me?” Jerry tossed back some coffee when the Devil literally appeared at the foot of my bed, with Lilith standing behind her.

“Is your boss harassing you? Should I go kick his ass?” Nicki inquired now, a very annoyed look on her face.

“Do it,” I was done with Jerry’s bullshit ... he had gone too far now ... waking me up on Sunday mornings to bug the hell out of me.

Nicki vanished along with Lilith and not two seconds later, I heard a scream over the phone.

“Okay, okay, I get it! Jack, please, get those crazy bitches to leave me alone! They’ve got me pinned to my desk with their pointed tails up my ass! They’re demons, aren’t they? You’re consorting with demons! They’re scratching and biting me ... please, no ... what are they doing to me ... what’s that ... no, please, don’t drag me down there ... not down there! Jack, please, get them to stop ... they said that they’d stop if you told them to ... please, I can feel claws and teeth on my skin. God, no! Please, don’t let them drag me down to Hell!” Jerry pleaded desperately.

“Well, honey, your call. He was going down there in about six months, anyway, after about his third or fourth Vicodin mixed with vodka,” Nicki told me on Jerry’s phone as she held it in her hands, “tends to happen when you’ve cheated your workers and skimmed off the top with your company, wouldn’t you agree, Jerry? It’s all up to Jack as I said. Say the word, Jack, and we’ll take him downstairs to circumcise him repeatedly forever. Get it? Skim a little off the top?”

“Please, God ... no! Who are you, Jack? Are you Satan or the ... Antichrist?” Jerry begged and groveled now, his tone far changed.

“Jerry, do me a favor. GO TO HELL!” I lost my patience with the prick after he called me the Antichrist over the phone.

That was kinda too close to home, you know. Reminded me of how Jehovah until very recently wanted to cook me alive forever. No thanks.

“Alright, buddy, looks like your time’s up a little early. Lilith, tell Azazel to sharpen his knives. We have a fresh soul to torment. One of those who have earned it,” Nicki laughed as I heard Jerry scream in agony and terror, kicking and screaming as he tried not to be dragged down to the Pit.

“Wow ... you just sent your boss to Hell! Literally! I’m guessing that he’ll wish that he had treated you better!” Jessica snickered as she began sucking my cock in earnest.

“It’s just a wild guess, but I’m not fired anymore. I think that’s Jerry now,” I chuckled while Jessica slurped away greedily on my dick.

“Oh, God ... is it just me, or has your prick gotten ... bigger? A LOT bigger! And you weren’t exactly lacking in that department as it was! A fucking size queen would be happy with you now! You’re lucky that I don’t mind the pain, though I’m no size queen!” Jessica asked me, causing me to look down at my dick.

Sure enough, my respectable six inches with significant girth had now become ... mysteriously, a healthy beer can of a cock. OH MY GOD, I thought! How the hell am I gonna get that inside a woman without halfway killing her? My dick looked very dangerous to all womankind right then, a real anaconda, and again, as Jessica noted, I wasn’t precisely short-changed beforehand.

I heard loud Satanic laughter right then and knew that this was the Devil’s doing. I then felt Jessica climb on top of my cock. I heard a groan and wince at first, but then she moaned like it was the best thing since sliced fucking bread. Her eyes appeared to bug out of her head, too. After that, she became a fucking animal, riding me as if her life depended on it or something. She was out of control, creaming herself every minute or so on my dick, even as I could tell that she was in a lot of pain and very sore from my sheer size.