Bob's Memoir: 4,000 Years as a Free Demon Vol. 3
Copyright© 2022 by aroslav
Chapter 71: My Record with Strippers
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 71: My Record with Strippers - "Hi! I'm Bob and I'll be your demon tonight." But Bob is not your ordinary textbook demon. He was not imbued with any traits of evil. He's just your everyday, slightly horny, happy-go-lucky (mostly lucky) demon with 4,000 years of history as his teacher. This is the way Bob remembers it happening and he was there! (Tell that to your history prof!) It's a romp through the annals of time from a unique perspective. A little bit spooky. A little bit sexy. A lot funny. Vol 3: Current Era (Mostly)
Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Paranormal Demons Polygamy/Polyamory
“HEY! COULD YOU use some help?” I called out the window into the rain. A wet blonde lifted her eyes and turned toward me.
“I can’t get these lug nuts off!” she said. “I should be able to fix my own flat, but I think they put them on with one of those hydraulic torque wrenches.”
“I’ll be right with you.”
I questioned the wisdom of causing a flat tire on a rainy night with limited visibility. I backed up and pulled in behind her, turning on my flashers. From this position, my headlights shone on the work area as well. I took the wrench from her and checked the jack to make sure the car was stable. She’d blocked the wheels and the tire was not quite off the ground. Classic instructions for changing a tire.
“Go ahead and get the spare out. I’ll have this ready in a minute or two.”
She opened her trunk and wrestled the donut spare out of the back while I loosened the lug nuts. As soon as they were loose, I raised the jack so the tire was off the ground, finished removing the nuts and took the tire off. She rolled the donut to me and hefted the heavier tire into her trunk. I placed the spare, finger tightened the nuts, and lowered the car so the tire was touching the ground. Then I finished tightening the nuts with the lug wrench. I released the jack, put it in the trunk, and collected the chocks.
“Remember, you can’t drive fast with these spares. Don’t go over thirty-five. There’s a station up about three miles on the right. I’ll follow you with my flashers on.”
“You don’t really have to,” she said.
“My girlfriend would never forgive me if I didn’t,” I said, nodding back to my car where Annie was peering out through the windshield. I could see our contestant visibly relax when she realized I was with a woman. “I’m Bob, by the way.”
“Oh. Roxie,” she said holding out her dirty hand to shake my equally dirty hand. She looked at them. “Well, I guess neither of us can get the other any dirtier. Or wetter. Thanks for the help and for following.”
She got in her car and as soon as she pulled out onto the highway, so did I.
The service station, of course, had only a night attendant on duty. He couldn’t do anything about her flat tire. He was really only a cashier for the limited supply of convenience store merchandise.
“I’m sorry,” he was explaining to Roxie. “I don’t even have access to the garage and the tools. Joe will be in at eight tomorrow morning. Oh, hi, Bob. Annie.”
“Problem, John?” I asked my confederate.
“This poor lady has a flat and needs it fixed. You know Joe doesn’t get here to open the shop until eight. I was trying to explain that there isn’t anything I can do,” he said.
“Oh, you poor honey!” Annie said taking over. “You’re drenched. Do you at least have a change of clothes you can wear?”
“Not even. I was just headed to a friend’s house in St. Joseph. She got called away to tend a sick mother and I told her I’d get there as soon as possible to take care of her cats. All I packed was my personals. It’s still a hundred miles away. I can’t make that on a spare.”
“Come home with us for the night,” Annie said. “Bob’s house is just a couple of miles from here.”
“I don’t know. It’s kind of dumb to just go home with strangers. Even if you’re known by the locals,” Roxie said.
“Is there someone you can call?” I asked. “Call to let them know where you are and what happened and that you’re at Bob and Annie’s house. Here’s the address. And here’s my phone number.”
“I guess that would work. Do you think it’s safe to go with them?” she asked the cashier she’d just met. He nodded.
“Bob and Annie are always rescuing someone. Or something. Couple of weeks ago they stopped here with a cow they’d found wandering on the highway. We found the owner. They’re dependable.”
“Well, if they saved a cow, what do I have to worry about?” she laughed. “Are you sure it’s no trouble?”
“No trouble at all,” Annie said. “I’m sure I’ve got something in Bob’s closet that will fit you. I haven’t been living there very long, though, and usually just on weekends. Let’s get you home so you can get a hot shower and some dry clothes.”
“Thank you so much, Annie.” She pointedly left off thanking me. I think she didn’t really want to acknowledge there would be a man at the house. Well, we’d made contact. We’d have to wait and see how the interview went.
“Take your time in the shower, Roxie. You need to warm up. I’ll make us some hot chocolate when you’re out,” Annie said as she ushered our guest to the bathroom.
“What about me?” I pouted when Annie returned to the living room.
“Why don’t you go take a dip in the pool and dry off in the sun in Areola?” she asked, giving me a deep kiss. “Or I could just take you to the bedroom with a towel and make sure I’ve gotten every drop of water off you.”
“I don’t think I should leave with our guest in the house. And don’t forget we have photographers everywhere. I don’t want to leave them here alone. So, I think option two is the best bet. And you know very well it was my first choice anyway.”
We went to the bedroom and I stripped out of my wet clothes. I turned to find that Annie had also stripped out of hers, even though they weren’t that wet. I didn’t mind at all as she moved up against me and worked at removing all the water from my body without actually ending up with it inside her. That latter failed as I ended up leaving quite a large liquid deposit in her.
We heard the shower shut off and quickly went about pulling clothes on. Annie made do with just a pair of panties and a robe. The panties were to keep her from dripping come all over the floor. I managed a pair of comfy jogging pants and a sweatshirt. I met the ladies in the kitchen and Annie suggested I start a fire. In the living room.
With the blaze roaring, the ladies joined me in front of the fireplace and Annie handed me my cocoa. Delicious.
“So, tell us all about yourself, Roxie. You’re on your way to St. Joseph—down in Missouri?—to take care of a girlfriend’s cats. Where from?” Annie asked. Roxie’s application led us to believe she’d be much more comfortable in the company of a woman than a man, so I let Annie take the lead.
“I live in Des Moines. Joan and I met in high school, but she got a great job offer and moved out here. We’re close enough to the same size that we can wear each other’s outfits. Um ... clothes.”
“What do you do in Des Moines?” I asked.
“Um ... I’d rather not say. Company confidential.”
“Oh, sure.” That was strange. Her application said she was a temporary secretary, living on her own since she was eighteen.
“We’re just lucky we happened to have a house out this way,” Annie said, changing the subject. “Why are you out here instead of the interstate?”
“They’re doing highway maintenance on I-35. The report said there was a three-hour delay. I decided to cut over and keep driving instead of sitting in the car waiting.”
“What a bummer. You were probably closer to help out here than on the interstate, though. That’s not a very populated route,” I said. Doug had done a great job of setting up the repaving project through a generous donation to the state highway department. The rain was an added bonus.
“Have you lived out here all your life?” Roxie asked me. Hmm. Acknowledgment that I exist.
“No. I worked for a few years in the building trades. But I didn’t like building in developments, so I decided to build a house for myself. That led to another and another. This one is only a year old.”
“Um ... different houses in different places?”
“It’s great. If the weather gets bad in one location, he just moves to another place with better weather. It wouldn’t surprise me if he decided to move from here because it was raining,” Annie teased.
“Wow. I suppose you’ve got a different girl for each house, huh?” Roxie said. She was trying to be playful, but I detected a note of ... was that suspicion?
“Oh, no,” I said, giving Annie a kiss. “I take ‘em with me.”
“You must be rich if you can afford to flit around the country rescuing damsels in distress,” Roxie said.
“I just made some good investments that left me able to do what I love. I love to build things,” I said.
“So, Roxie,” Annie came to the rescue again, “what kinds of things do you like? We know that Bob likes building things. I’m into acting, though I don’t have any gigs right now. Meeting Bob kind of interrupted my plans.”
“I can imagine. Um ... well, I like all the things girls usually put in want ads. Walks on the beach, romantic dinners, dancing. I’d even drink a piña colada. It’s getting harder to date these days. Lots of guys will say they like the same things, but their idea of the beach is the local YMCA pool,” Roxie laughed.
“Yeah, and how about that romantic dinner at Mickey D’s?” Annie joined her. “I do like to go dancing, too. What’s your favorite group?”
“Um ... uh...” Roxie looked at me and then seemed to make a decision. “I’m not into that kind of dancing, exactly.”
“Ballet?” I offered. Dense as always.
“I’m an exotic dancer. I work at The Gold Standard in Des Moines. I knew I couldn’t keep secret that I’m a stripper. I never could. That’s why my parents threw me out. I can’t keep my mouth shut about it. I love to dance,” she said. “I suppose you want to see now.” She stood up.
“No. Sit down and relax,” I said. “You’ve been through a lot tonight. There’s no reason for you to feel like you have to work, too.”
“I’m sure it’s great, Roxie, but if we decide we want to see you dance like that, we’ll come to the club and pay the cover,” Annie said. “How about another cup of cocoa?”
“Oh, Annie! You’re both so nice. I thought it would be so much more difficult. Please don’t just write me off because I’m an adult entertainer. I have other skills as well.”
“Come on. Let’s make cocoa and you can tell us all about them.”
The girls went into the kitchen and I sat there staring at the fire. This was an interesting turn of events.
I was on the hunt once—this must have been back in the late nineties, before everything got so technologically sophisticated. I headed for the Pussy Cat Lounge in Biloxi, Mississippi. I’d tracked a series of kidnappings to the town and was looking in all the low-life places I could find.
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