Lindsey´s Angels 5
December 11, 2004
Sanity
6.13pm
Leaning into the caress, Scott gave the demon a broad grin. A large paw with sheathed claws patted his unruly hair. At a soft growl from the furred demon, the brunette slid to his knees in front of the silver haired biped.
"Is there any particular ´thing´ that you would like me to do tonight Sir?"
"Nnnnnoooo."
His grin getting wider, Scott gave a silent thanks to the Gods, knowing that he was lucky that he had gotten the better of the two R´nthor demons. The whore could hear the solid thumps of Andrew´s already battered body as he bounced off the walls in the room next door. As much as he pitied his fellow co–worker, he was glad to have been grabbed by the gentler of the pair of demons. The only downside to Andrew´s current treatment was that the petite youth would more than likely be off work for a few day´s, meaning that both Scott and the others would have to take on extra clients until the blond was able to work again.
As the paw being rubbed through his hair started to slow, Scott focused on the task ahead of him. Not much to do really, R´nthor demons were renowned for having small cocks and an extra quick release time – Something that caused all the whores to rush the demons as soon as one of the species walked through the doors of Sanity. At the most, it was going to take Scott about five minutes to complete his current job. From foreplay to licking the demon clean after it had cum.
A long lick from the heavy sac to the head of the solid cock, Scott momentarily hesitated as he heard a gut wrenching scream from the room next to him. Not good. Eyes closed, he opened his mouth to take the hard shaft. Leaning forward as he relaxed his throat, the brunette stroked the demon´s inner thighs. The short cock just touching the back of his throat, the whore swirled his tongue along the underside of the R´nthor´s warm shaft.
"Ssscchhoooot....gooood!"
With a gulping motion, Scott grasped the base of the silver skinned penis tightly, prolonging the enjoyment for the demon. A small thank you for being chosen and so far, not being punched. Letting the small shaft of flesh slide from his mouth, the taller youth sucked gently on just the head. Long slow licks around the creatures foreskin, Scott ensured that the demon got every second of enjoyment it had paid for.
"Cooooommme?"
Another thanks given to the higher beings and the whore slowly released his grip around the base of the short cock. The shaggy haired youth concentrated on swallowing the warm salty liquid that flowed across his tongue, trying to ignore the abuse Adam was screaming at the demon next door. From the sound of it, Andrew´s leg had been broken and maybe both his arms as well. As the patting of the paw got faster again, Scott licked the last of the sour, gel–like substance from the head of the demon´s cock.
With a playful lick at the heavy sac, he grinned up at the R´nthor as it chuckled from his actions.
"Goood Sssscoooot...gooood."
"Thank you Sir...is there anything else that you would like me to do?"
His face patted by the silver furred paw, Scott almost flinched as Adam yelled at Andrew to stop his whinging. Taking his eyes off the demon for a moment, the brunette felt a lurch of sympathy as he saw the smaller blond being carried by two of the Keepers past the half–closed curtain to his service room. A light stroking on his forehead and Scott jerked his gaze back up to the demon´s grinning face, suddenly worried that the demons Mate might come in to give Scott a round of ´Snap´ as well.
"Prrreeetyyy....gooood."
"Thank you Sir. Your pleasure is mine."
At the demon´s laughter, Scott allowed some of his fear of the creatures companion to dissipate. This was good This is what he had been hoping for all along. Scott already knew that this particular demon favoured him and he was hoping that the favouritism would pay off. The whore was hoping that the demon would be added to Scott´s list of regulars, demons that had the right to make advance bookings for Scott´s service, sometimes causing an abusive demon to miss out on a session with the brunette. In all reality, Scott had no say whatsoever as to which demons went onto the list, but so far, the good outweighed the bad by three demons. Now all he had to do was get the demon to ask to be put on the list, how he would acomplish that was another thing entirely.
The brunette knelt sedately on the floor in front of his client as the minutes ticked by, just content for the other male to keep stroking his hair. It was nice to have a quiet client for once, he thought, refusing to think of the demon that he knew had booked him for an hour at 1am. He could almost feel the pain already, his stomach clenching in fear of what was to come. Shaking the unpleasant thought off, Scott allowed the demon to lull him into a false sense of security for a small time.
BUZZZZ!
"I´m sorry Sir but time is up, thank you for allowing me to take time with you. I´m looking forward to the next time."
"Uuuuupp."
In one fluid motion, Scott rose from his knees and looked down at the shorter demon. Wondering how long it took to work the silver hair into the tiny waist length braids the creature sported, the whore stood passively as a large paw was thrust down his loose black work pants, callused pads awkwardly touching his soft cock. Scott gently reminded the demon that the time was up, smiling as the soft fur tickled him along a hip, the large paw making its way up his chest.
"Please Sir?"
"Mmmmmmm."
Abruptly, the demon´s paw was removed from under Scott´s tight black singlet, the silver furred creature leaving the brunette standing in the service room alone. With a small yawn, Scott looked around the tiny room, checking that all was in order before he left. A tug on the double bed´s cover and it was straightened once again, Scott wishing he was back at the Eternal again. At least there, he had had more privacy than a curtain covering the doorway, something that was pretty ineffective at most times. There were countless nights where he had been fucked in front of an audience of demons that had bribed the Keepers to allow them to have a little look. Scott knew that it wasn´t worth telling Adam or Randall, it would only stop for a few weeks and then start again. More than likely after Scott had been ´punished´ by the Keepers for tattling first.
At least in Eternal, he had had a door. He had also had a private toilet and shower – not to mention a nightlight. Scott wasn´t allowed a nightlight now, so there was nothing to keep the nightmares at bay except sheer will–power and the threat of Adam talking to him privately. A talk with Adam was not something that anybody wanted to have twice. Angelus had nothing on Adam as far as Scott was concerned. The brunette had been a witness to numerous clients being reduced to varying levels of fright after being talked to by Adam, something that had earned the dark man a lot of respect in the demon community.
Smoothing a hand over the dark bed covers, Scott took in the bare white walls, again wishing that he was back at the Eternal. The wood panelling was sorely missed, it had given the youths something to concentrate on when a client was grunting away inside of them. The youths didn´t even have their own service rooms anymore, it was just take what room was available or whichever one they were dragged/shoved/thrown into. Their sleeping quarters weren´t much better either, they were just cubicles with an open doorway, not even a curtain to give the whores a sense of privacy. Same as the communal shower block, it was just a shallow concrete square pit with enough room for all ten youths to shower at once. Something that they did each early evening as soon as the sun went down.
The cleanliness factor was still a priority for the whores, they were expected to wash after each client, body moisturiser applied as usual. At least that had remained the same. Even the meals were different, the quality getting steadily worse each week but as long as he had water, Scott didn´t care. A sigh and Scott idly rubbed at his ankle, his light sandshoe pulled on properly. Time to go back out into the main bar, time to smile and agree to whatever his next client wants.
Pushing the curtain to one side, Scott slowly walked back down the short corridor, a soft smile at the grunting and squealing coming from one of the rooms he passed. Who was in there, he had no idea and really didn´t care. A hand wiping at his chin, he hoped that there wasn´t any dried demon cum to be seen. That would just earn him a slap across the head from one of the Keepers and quite possibly get him dragged into the shower block and forcibly scrubbed clean, something which happened to little Christopher quite often.
The large gargoyle–like Keeper standing at the main doorway passed, Scott plastered a wide grin on his face, scanning the demons for his next client. Ever since the demon prostitutes had been let go, the human whores had been told to mingle and make conversation with the numerous demons that came in each night. Make them feel welcome, Scott and the others had been told. Remember, these demons are the only thing standing between you and a snuff flick, he had been informed. Scott had pitied the newcomers when David/Jonathan´s death video had been played for them, knowing that he wouldn´t be the only one to be continually asking for a nightlight.
A lonely looking vampire spied, Scott made his way over to the gamefaced Asian. Hips swaying in time to the music, the brunette lowered his eyes as he asked the vampire if he wanted company. Upper arm gripped tightly, Scott allowed himself to be dragged onto the vampires lap, giving a giggle and a moan as he felt the cock beneath him begin to harden. Stroking the demons face ridges, the brunette ground himself down onto the cool lap.
"Do you like me Sir?"
"Shut up, did I tell you to speak?"
"No Sir. I´m sorry."
"Doesn´t matter anyway and yeah, I like you."
With that, Scott found himself being dragged by a steadily bruising arm back down the same corridor he had only just vacated. Shoved into the first vacant room, the brunette was given no time to ask what the vampire wanted, his black clothing ripped from his tanned body by a snarling, dark–haired male. Breathing hard, Scott was manhandled onto his back, legs spread wide. The vampire stalked the small room from corner to corner, snapping in Scott´s direction.
"Don´t move and don´t fucking speak."
Not daring to nod, Scott lay on the bed with legs spread, staring at the unexciting ceiling. He knew that the vampire had gone to ask one of the Keepers for something to make the brunette hurt. He shuddered at the great gusts of laughter coming from the Head Keeper and from what he presumed was his client. It was going to be bad – no doubt about it. His fears were justified when he heard the snapping sound of a large belt. Unable to help himself, he felt his heart rate accelerate, cursing silently to himself as he knew that it would do nothing but excite the vampire more.
"Gonna make you scream, and you had better scream. I paid extra for this so fucking well make this worth my money."
"Yes Sir."
SNAP
"Did I ask you to speak?"
SNAP
"I just asked you a question, you gonna answer it?"
"I´m s.sorry S.s.sir, no you d.didn´t."
SNAP
"Did I ask you to speak then?"
"Ahhh!"
SNAP
"Pull your legs up, I want to see that arse of yours..Go on. Stop fucking around."
SNAP..SNAP...CRACK
Holding himself open for his client, Scott did as he was commanded, screaming each time the leather bit into his tender inner thighs, shrieking in agony as the wide strap connected with the small patch of skin between his anus and balls. Over and over the vampire kept asking him if he was going to scream louder, demanding that Scott give him an answer and then snapping the belt harder when the brunette tearfully answered the question.
"Did I specifically *ask* you to speak?"
SNAP
"Did I?"
SNAP
"Did I?"
SNAP
"Di.."
"NO.S.S..SIR!"
CRACK
"Well, I didn´t ask you then either did I?"
CRACK
"Did I?"
SNAP
With a howl of frustration, fright and agony, Scott screamed his answer, again receiving another welt across his anus for speaking.
"N..NO SIR!"
SNAP
For the next thirty minutes, Scott concentrated on holding his legs in the demanded position, fearing the consequences if he let go. Finally, the vampire threw down the belt. Still with legs held open, his knees almost beside his ears, Scott was unable to hold back his groans of pain as the Asian male sank into him. With no preparation, the steady pounding grated against the fresh welts, each one screaming its own tune. Tears threatening to make their presence known, Scott knew that his worst client was still to come at 1am the next morning.
Silently, he gave a round of applause as the solid male grunted his release into him before pulling out and laying on top of the hurting brunette. A cool tongue thrust into his mouth, Scott obediently slipped his own into the vampire´s, letting the other male suck hard on his tongue. Unable to suppress a squeak as the sucking grew to painful proportions, the brunette was shocked when the client withdrew his tongue and spat onto Scott´s face. Slowly, the vampire rubbed his own spittle into the whore´s face. With wide dark brown eyes staring at the client, Scott was once again in a state of agony as the vampire deliberately ran his fingers along each welt, pushing and twisting at the bright red raised marks.
"Stay there and don´t move until I go. I want to see my handiwork for a few more minutes."
A slight nod and Scott gasped for breath as the heavy male climbed from on top of him. The client slowly did up his zipper, not even having removed his shoes and dark slacks, just his shirt for the whipping session. Scott lay on his back, his thighs only just starting to feel the first signs of getting tired. He was used to the position, it was one that he found himself in most of the time, either that or on all fours servicing two clients at once. The completely dressed vampire smirked at him, fingers digging into Scott´s tender flesh, delighting in the moans he received. Another twist of his abused skin and Scott was thankful to see the client go as the buzzer sounded.
Resting for few minutes, Scott slowly lowered his legs, pain etched across his face as the heat flared up in the welts. With a deep breath, the brunette swung himself into a sitting position, only to hastily roll himself on to his front as the bed covers rubbed against the abraded skin.
"Keeper!"
"K..k.k.keeper, I n.need help t.t.to the sh.sh.showers."
With a grimace, Scott was dragged from the bed, and with one arm around the gargoyles waist, the brunette limped his way slowly to the shower block. Once showered, he would be examined by Adam and be sent straight back to work if deemed fit enough. And judging from Adam´s reaction to Andrew´s injuries, Scott would be back out in less than half an hour. Sniffling slightly, the sore brunette consoled himself with the thought that Angel and Spike would find him soon enough.
December 13, 2004
Hyperion,
11.49am
"Hello, Angel Investigations..We help the hopeless?"
"Yes?"
"Yes?"
"Oh my God! YES! ANGEL!"
Shrieking in delight, Joyce waved the phone around her head as she jumped up and down on the spot. Tears streaming down her face, the excited woman continued to scream for Angel to come to the phone. Footsteps clattering towards her, Joyce shrieked into the phone again as both Riley and Graham came running from the kitchen.
"Joyce..are you alright? What´s the matter?"
Heart beating a mile a minute, Riley stared as his former lover´s mother as she continued to call for Angel.
"You have Doyle with you...Francis Doyle? Doyle who is a charming Irishman with dark hair and green eyes?"
"Your not sure about the green eyes...he does have black hair doesn´t he? Oh my God! I can´t believe it!"
Once again the tall blond male asked if the older woman was alright, only to be gestured at to be quiet for the moment. With a glance at an equally worried Graham, the two ex–soldiers waited until all would be explained.
"Thank you..thank you so much, you have *no* idea of how happy this makes us all. Sorry, what was that again?...Oh, your address, how silly of me...of course!"
Pen snatched from the scratched desk, Joyce made sure she wrote down the address correctly, reading it out for the caller a few times before making her final good byes.
"Thanks once again, may God bless you for this....what? No..no Cordelia isn´t here at the moment but I´ll make sure to give her the message when she gets back...Goodbye!"
"God bless you? What was that about?"
Wiping hastily at her still watering eyes, the sobbing woman sniffled a huge smile at the two puzzled men.
"That was Samuel Lapp on the phone. He says that a Doyle Francis is staying with him at the moment."
"Ah..don´t you mean Francis Doyle?"
Graham easily dodged the oncoming slap that was aimed for his upper arm, allowing himself a broad grin at what was quite possibly the best news he had heard since the Magic Box incident. It was great news. It meant that they were a step closer to finding the rest of the missing friends. Even with the PTB inspired help from Drusilla, the newly established L.A. team had been unable to make any progress in their search.
"Smartarse! You know what I mean. Apparently, Francis is in Lancaster County, Pennsylvania. That´s why I told Mr Lapp that God would bless him."
"Uhhhh, why?"
The smaller soldier was unable to deflect the light punch from his friend, the chuckling from his two friends continuing to puzzle him.
"Lancaster County...you know ´Witness´?....Pennsylvania Dutch...not ringing any bells? No...Jesus, Graham – Surely even you have heard of the Amish?"
"Your shitting me right?"
"And we have a winner!"
Muttering that his best friend was an assehole at times, Graham found that he had to sit down. A few steps forward and he sat heavily on Joyce´s desk, scattering some of the loose sheets of paper from the desktop. His smile grew wider as he watched Joyce finish hugging Riley. As the woman flew towards him, he stood up and gathered the smaller woman into his arms, neither of them noticing as Riley ran towards the hotel´s main staircase. Without thinking he lowered his head, giving Joyce a lingering kiss on her lips, pleased when he felt a warm tongue edge its way into his mouth. Graham could taste vanilla and strawberries interlaced with camomile tea. It was the most delicious thing he had ever tasted and he knew that nothing would ever be able to take its place. Clasping the soft warm body closer to him, he felt the first stirrings of his cock as Joyce obligingly moulded her body next to his.
Finally the need to breathe got too much for them, both pulling away slowly, Joyce´s tongue giving Graham´s lips one last light lick. The blush exploded over the soldier´s face and clearing his throat, he let his arms drop from around Joyce´s waist.
"You do know where you have your hands now don´t you?"
With a squeak and a deeper blush, Graham instantly took his hands off the older woman´s buttocks only to be both shocked but pleased when Joyce deliberaetly replaced them and held them firmly in place. Unsuccessfully, the suddenly shy man tried to apologise for his actions, Joyce cutting him off in mid–speech.
"I like you Graham Miller...A lot. Don´t apologise, if I didn´t like it, I would have twisted your nuts by now...don´t you worry, my daughter made sure that I was well prepared for the modern dating world when I told her that I was thinking of dating again."
"Ahhh! Nothing like having a Slayer to give you dating tips, huh?"
Both smiling at each other softly, they stood in the comfortable position even as they heard an excited Riley and a still sleepy Angel come towards them. Joyce tore herself from the comforting clasp with a tiny feeling of reluctance to envelop the yawning vampire in a hard hug.
"So, what´s up then?"
"You mean Riley didn´t tell you?"
"Well obviously not if I´m asking?"
Refusing to let the vampire´s crankiness get to her, Joyce felt the tears start again as she told Angel about the phone call. Angel stood stock still for a moment, letting his brain process the new information. Finally, after all this time, something had gone their way. The vampire felt his legs wobble and with Joyce´s guidance, he sat on her desk in the spot that Graham had so recently vacated. Like the smaller soldier, Angel asked if the human woman was serious about the Amish being involved.
"Yes I am, I don´t think Mr Lapp has even used a phone before, I mean, he was yelling into the phone and speaking so slowly, I thought he was a bit..you know...*special* until he told me where he was calling from."
"What the hell is Doyle doing all the way in Pennsylvania, and Lancaster County in particular?"
"Who knows? But I can book a plane for you as soon as you give me your credit card."
In a daze, Angel pulled out his wallet, passing it to Joyce without question. His friend had been found. Doyle was coming home. He joined in the excited chatter with the two ex–soldiers as they all listened to Joyce make travel arrangements for the vampire.
"Angel, which one do you prefer...Philadelphia or Baltimore? Both are less than two hours drive from Lancaster County."
"Whichever Joyce, just book me on the first one after sunset."
"OK, Baltimore it is then."
Making the final arrangements for a plane leaving L.A. at half an hour past the estimated sunset, the woman asked for a rental car with extra dark window tinting be available for the vampire at Baltimore airport. Lincoln chosen for the large trunk space just in case Angel found himself out in the open during daylight hours, she reeled off the Mastercard no. from memory, only looking at the card for the expiry date. A small thing but she could never remember it. Details gone over once again, Joyce confirmed that all were correct before hanging up. Computer switched on, she joined in the happy gossip while waiting for the hard drive to warm up.
"Do you want me to go and tell Wesley? This is going to be such good new for him, God only knows how much progress he´s going to make once he hears this...just imagine how he´ll be after a visit from Doyle?"
"Yeah..yeah I would. Thanks Riley, I appreciate it. I know you all still think that I´m making a mistake allowing Wesley to stay in the hospital but please bear with me, OK?"
At the suddenly serious looks on his three friends´ faces, Angel knew that today was the day something else was going to be delivered from his still missing Childe. All were hoping that it wasn´t going to be too bad for the bleached blond. The vampire was ringing the hospital morning and night, enquiring about his lover´s health. So far it had been pretty good news. Wesley´s confused state of mind and personality change had been put down to a clash between the anti–rejection drugs for his tongue, mild prescription anti–depressants and a concoction of Xander´s left over herbal stress release tablets. Angel had been informed that if taken separately, all the tablets had the ability to do a lot of good but when taken together and in such large unsupervised amounts, the clashing side–effects were patently obvious.
Anne, the hospital therapist assigned to Wesley, had been pleased to discover such a simple solution to a major problem, but wanted the malnourished man to stay in hospital until all traces of the herbal tablets left his system and Wesley had put some weight on. The only real problem left was the ex–watcher´s almost non–existent self esteem and inability to speak properly. With speech counselling, Anne was confident that Wesley would be speaking close to normal eventually, the distorted image of self–worth however, was going to take longer.
At the nods from his friends, the vampire sighed in relief that there would be no arguments just yet. With a small smile, he asked Joyce to pack a bag with some of Doyle´s clothes and toiletries, giving the smaller woman a brief peck on the cheek as she passed him. Turning his attention back to the two ex–soldiers, he asked them if they would be able to handle their mysterious employer´s requests if they got a phone call.
"Yeah Angel, you know we can handle it. This is such good news...the others won´t be far away now."
His grin getting larger as Graham echoed Riley´s sentiments, the three men were distracted from their happy thoughts as the phone rang. Crossing over to the hotels front counter, Angel absently scratched at his inner elbow. Intent on getting the opening spiel right for once, the vampire didn´t take any notice as his sleeve rode up while scratching, baring his track marked skin to the horrified ex–soldiers.
With a look between them, Riley and Graham made their way into the kitchen, Riley miming a ´drinking´ motion at Angel. A shake of his head, Angel concentrated getting the details of a paying client.
