Chapter 1: My Pet, the Former Succubus

My roommate Martin and I are geeks. Neither of us had girlfriends, until somehow, Martin was able to score the beautiful Kelly Stein. He had dated Kelly for a couple of weeks. To be honest, there was not a night that I didn't dream of her beautiful, blond hair, flying around her head, as she was riding me to climax. To say I was jealous, was to say the Sahara was hot and dry. I had had a thing for Kelly since freshman year, so I wasn't thrilled that my roommate was at the right place at the right time to ease her latest romantic disappointment and somehow curry enough favor for her to go out with him.

Then, as abruptly as it started, it ended. To any objective party, Martin was simply Kelly's "rebound guy". To Martin, he had lost the great love of his life. He became moribund and moody for the next week. Then he decided to put his kind of geekiness to use.

Every geek has their own particular brand of geeky genius. For me it is technology with expertise in biometrics and computers (you know; programming, hardware, peripherals, etc). I'm also a fairly accomplished hypnotist. I know what you are thinking. No, I didn't use it to control women into getting me laid (you never have the kind of time required to condition someone that way without additional equipment, like the kind I'm working on). I was lucky to have found a few girls who were turned on enough by it and their submissive nature to put out. Of course they did not want to have any kind of relationship with me (because I am a geek after all).

As for Martin's geekiness, he was always the kid you worried about thinking he was an illusionist and jumping off of a roof. For all of his occult geekiness, he had spent a lot of money on all kinds of spell books. While I did not believe in any of that crap, I still found all of it to be quite creepy. "Note to self: Find a less creepy geek roommate for next term," I had thought at the time.

Martin tried all kinds of love spells, potions and philters in his attempt to make Kelly fall back in love with him, but nothing worked. It seemed that almost half the ingredients were indigenous to other continents and almost the other half involved extinct animals or plants. His attempts to substitute other ingredients met with colossal failure ("Damn Wikipedia!" I heard him cry at least once).

Martin got more and more depressed until he did something incredibly stupid, which affected both of our lives.

When I came back to our room after my last class Friday afternoon, I heard some groaning on the other side of the door. I decided that the noise was likely the latest failure of a love elixir gone wrong (I had spent two hours with Martin, watching him puke his guts out over the past weekend).

When I opened the door, the lights were off. it was fairly dark, because the shade was pulled down. It also smelled like something had been burning. When I threw the light switch, I saw Martin lying in the center of the room having sex with Kelly. When I looked closely, I realized that it was not Kelly. While her face was all Kelly, her much taller, shapelier, bustier body was akin to the porn that filled my lonely nights.

"Shit! This is impossible!" I thought, as I saw my paler looking than usual roommate lying under the impossibly beautiful woman.

Then I noticed the outline of a pentagram drawn on the floor. While I was no expert in the occult like my roommate, I had played enough D&D to know what a summoning circle was. I also knew enough to know that it was a bad thing for a spell caster to go inside the pentagram, once something had been summoned. My guess is the bozo summoned a succubus, he let himself get tricked into the pentagram and now the creature was sucking the life force from his body. I shook my head in amazement, but as a scientist, I now had empirical evidence that demons existed. Now I needed to figure out how to tackle the problem.

I had a few options. I could end my life, but get a lot of fun by stepping in to join them. I could just leave the room and my roommate to his deserved fate. With his erratic behavior of the past couple of weeks, I probably could have sold a suicide theory. After a half a dozen counseling sessions I would get a 4.0 grade for all my classes and I could spend my time on perfecting my VR Hypnosis technology (later I found that the whole 4.0 thing was urban legend, so I was glad I did not opt for that. Besides, I didn't want the bonehead to die).

I figured I'd get to test my VR equipment on a (somewhat) live subject. So I carefully walked around the pentagram, grabbed the helmet. I made sure that the battery pack was fully charged and that the Wi-Fi connection was responding. They were. I resolved to get the attention of, distract and then trick the lovely thing that was killing my roommate, "Hello 'Miss Hell Spawn' or whatever your name is."

"Silence mortal! Can't you see I'm working here?"

"Looks like you're playing with a corpse."

"I'm not dead, " groaned Martin.

"You're not fooling anyone," I responded cheekily.

"He's not dead. He's resting He's shagged out from a prolonged fuck," laughed the succubus, as she seemed to follow my lead.

'Wow! a succubus with a sense of humor and that gets Python. You don't see that every day, ' I thought. "Well don't you want some fresh meat?" I grinned.

"Well now that you mention it, this piece is somewhat gnawed to the bone. Tell you what, let me finish with this one and then you can visit me in this perfectly innocent, innocuous pentagram and I'll make your wishes come true."

"Nope. Sorry. Not interested."

Now I had the demon's attention. She stood up from my roommate's wizened form and stared at me. "Come on, I must have something you want." She started changing into many of today's biggest stars including into Angelina, Meghan, January, Halle and Lucy the lovely Asian.

"Perhaps you would prefer something older," she said. Soon, actresses from the 60's through the 80's started to appear, starting with Ursula the Bond girl, into other beauties of the era, including all five of TV "Angels", among others, finally ending with Bo, the perfect 10.

"Or maybe something a bit more classic?" The likenesses of a score of old time actresses starting with Harlow eventually hitting on stars like Ingrid, Elizabeth, Sophia, before settling on Marilyn.

"Or something from the world of music?" she said in Marilyn's trademark breathy voice. About a score of music stars including Sarah V. through Petula, Donna the disco queen, Olivia, Dolly, before ending with the likes of Beyonce, J-Lo, and Britney.

"If you haven't figured it out yet, I can be anybody. Anybody you want. I can even be her," she smiled as she turned into Bebe Neuwirth. I looked questioningly at the last choice. "I did that because I'm sometimes called..."

"Yeah, I get it. Where's Frasier when you need him?" I laughed.

"Apparently not selling his soul. Have you seen his last two sitcoms?" she asked.

"I know, totally unwatchable, right?" I agreed.

"You know, you're OK for a mortal," she smiled before turning her form back into "Porn Star Kelly".

"Thanks! You're not so bad for a spawn of hell."

"We prefer to be called 'succubi'," she said sounding somewhat put out.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to offend such a lovely lady."

"Thanks! I haven't been called a lovely lady in a few hundred years," she beamed.

"Just speaking the truth," I smiled.

"So we are at an impasse?"

"It appears so."

"You know, since I like you, I don't have to kill you."

"I'm touched by your tenderness," I laughed.

"Yeah, we succubi are known for our tenderness," she cracked up and surprisingly, I joined her. When we both stopped laughing, she observed, "You know, I really do like you. I've never met a mortal like you before. I wish you could be my Master, but since you didn't summon me..." she said, as her voice kind of died off in apparent disappointment.

"I know. I like you too. It's just that it would be crazy to trust you."

She sighed. "It's times like these that I wish I didn't have to be an evil demon, though I do like the sex part," she grinned.

"You think?" I laughed.

"I bet you'd like it too," she smiled.

"I'm sure I would," I said before baiting my trap. "You know, I do have an idea that might give us both what we want," I said, banking on the demon's interest in pop culture. This would hopefully make what I had planned a lot easier.

OK, what do you propose?" she asked.

"Here," I smiled, as I tossed her the VR helmet.

"Cool! Is this what I think it is?"

"Yep. Cutting edge VR equipment, I'm developing."

"I love this stuff!"

"I'd think that you would find it unnecessary," I said, somewhat confused.

"Why?"

"You already can shape shift or do illusions ... I forget which."

"Actually I can do both. Still, it's fun to see other people morph for a change. It gets so tedious when you're the only one who can," she complained.

"Well, wear the helmet for an hour and let me know what you think. If you like it, please just give me a good time and let me live."

The succubus sighed, "Well, that's more than fair. I didn't want to kill you anyway, remember? If you do good enough work, I might hire you to do some work for me. The job does not pay much, but the fringe benefits are quite good, or at least so I'm told," she leered.

"Good. I'd love to help you."

"I'm sure you would," she smiled, before looking down at the pale, enraptured form on the ground. "What about him?" she asked.

"Just leave him the way he is. Hasn't your mother ever told you that you should always leave the table a little bit hungry?"

"Nope. My mother was a glutton ... you know 'Seven Deadly Sins' and all. Still, I see the advantage of that adage; though your flesh looks especially sweet."