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Sex is a Job Description? Ch. 07

by Galloglaich 08/31/12

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In the far corner of a Kroger parking lot, two Special Divisions agents threw fists at each other in the dim area beneath a broken light pole. One of them stood above the other, who was on the ground, and waited his counterpart to get to his feet again.

"Get up," Tom growled, waving his hand toward himself in the 'bring it' gesture. Slowly, Cherry Dubant rose to his feet and put his fists up, his left eye swollen shut and his face bruised and bleeding. The two stared each other down for a long, tense moment before Tom threw a hard left hook to the ribs, causing Cherry to stagger backwards and lower his fists for a moment. Tom stepped on his foot and shouldered the agent backwards. Unable to catch himself from falling, Cherry hit the ground hard and kicked Tom in the side.

Tom managed to shake the blow off with some difficulty, and turned again to face Cherry.

"Get up," he repeated, waiting for the agent to stand before tensing his body again.

"Enough kid," Cherry pleaded, panting and wheezing noisily.

"You put me in danger for no fucking reason except for carelessness. I've seen how the mailing center works. Nobody just slips up. You have to really fuck up to mess up anything. Now get the fuck up and fight me."

"No!" Cherry shouted. "No I'm done! I'm sorry for my mistake, okay? I don't know how you found me but I'm not taking this crap anymore. Just fucking leave!" The agent put his arms back and propped himself upright, breathing heavily and bleeding.

Tom ran his hand through his hair and sighed in frustration. "Fine. I'm running inside to get some stuff. If you want anything for your face or anything, tell me now."

"What?" Cherry asked as Tom turned to go into Kroger.

"I'm getting some stuff for myself. If you want anything, tell me now before I leave you here on your own."

"Neosporin, bandaids...uh, hydrogen peroxide, a bag of ice, bandages? Gauze? Asprin?" the agent said, trying to think fast as Tom walked away.

"I'll be out in ten minutes," Tom replied. He walked into Kroger and walked around to find all the things he needed, buying two of everything and heading to the self-checkout to avoid any unnecessary conversation with any of the employees. He could tell that his eye was bruising already and his split lip was going to need stitches and something in his ribcage was messed up.

The machine he was at said that it couldn't give him change and that he needed to see an attendant to get it. He looked at the blue-vested girl standing at the register not far away and she looked at him, clearly interested in what had happened to him. Tom walked over to her and she punched a few buttons on the screen.

"Are you okay?" she asked as he waited for her to count out his change.

"I'm fine. How much is the ice in the freezer right there?" he asked, pointing to the large freezer with sacks of ice sitting in it.

"I can find out real-"

Tom cut her off. "I don't care. Just ring it up and pocket the change," he said tiredly, grabbing a bag of ice and leaving the store without a second look at anyone else inside it. In the parking lot, Cherry had gotten to his feet and was waiting against his car.

Tom emptied the plastic bag of its contents on the hood of Cherry's car and ripped open the bag of ice, pouring as many chunks of ice into the plastic bag as he could and tying it closed. He handed the bag to Cherry, who put it against his eye gingerly.

"I don't get it," Cherry said after a short while of neither of them doing anything but standing against the car with ice against their faces. "Why would you come here to fight and then get all this stuff after it's over and give it to me?"

Tom turned his head and answered, "Because I did what I came here to do."

Cherry rolled his eyes. "And what exactly was that?"

"Beat you into submission and make you apologize for putting me in a world of hurt," Tom replied without missing a beat.

"That still doesn't explain why you went inside and got all this for me," said Cherry, popping two Advil and some ice into his mouth.

"I'm not heartless. I've been beaten to a pulp by Big John enough times that I know a fight doesn't end when the punches stop being thrown. The aftermath hurts for days. And a lot longer if you don't do anything about it right afterward. We're even now, Cherry."

After that, the two agents patched themselves up and Tom gathered the things he'd bought for himself, made sure Cherry was able to drive home, and went to the hospital to test out the godly healthcare he could get by having the nurse at the desk call one number and look at his insurance card.

In two minutes, Tom was being looked at by a doctor and already scheduled to have his lip stitched up and his ribs looked at. They put him in a room and had a nurse check in on him every half hour or so.

After a few hours, he got his lip sewn up and his other issues looked at. He had three bruised ribs and a minor concussion, but other than that he'd escaped with mostly superficial, albeit painful injuries. The morphine drip helped him sleep off the worst of the stinging pain and the nurse was kind enough to listen to his request and press the drip for him while he was asleep.


The next morning, Tom awoke to a visitor sitting beside him in one of the room's chairs. He knew who it was without having to look, her scent very clear to Tom already.

"Ceria," he said.

"Oh, you're awake now? I was beginning to think they were giving you sedatives through that little dripper," she remarked, smiling broadly at Tom.

"Who let you in?" the agent asked, ignoring her joke entirely. He pressed the attendant call button repeatedly.

"Your button won't bring anybody in here. I've made sure of that already," Ceria explained, folding her hands across her lap.

"I could yell," Tom countered.

"I could split your stitches," retorted the demon. Tom sat up and swung his legs off the bed, facing Ceria. He tried to think of a reason she could be here, hoping that the one that he thought was most likely was wrong.

"Are you here for sex?" he questioned.

"Me? For sex? Have I made it too clear with my body language? Is it my perfume? What gave it away?" she asked with feigned surprise.

"It's the only reason we ever see each other. How do you want to do this? I have things I need to do today and I don't have time to screw around with you for very long."

Ceria stood up and closed the distance between them, putting her fingertips against Tom's chest. She pushed him backwards to the bed and straddled his hips, closing her legs around his body as she scooted up.

"I like you just where you are, my cursed little bedmate."

Tom rolled his eyes. "And I assume you've filled out all the necessary paperwork and done all that stuff. Right?"

"Hmm?" the demon replied, half way done with unbuttoning her blouse.

"Riiight?" Tom repeated, arching a brow at her.

Ceria gave him a flat look. "Do I look like I came here with paperwork in hand?" she asked rhetorically, throwing her shirt into the chair behind her. The purple bra on her chest unsnapped easily and her ample breasts spilled out of it, bouncing up and down before settling to a slow sway back and forth.

"Then I'm not fucking you. We're done here, so get up and get out."

"Remember what I said about nobody coming to help you? You don't have a choice in the matter," Ceria told him, unzipping her skirt and tossing it with her other removed clothing in the chair. Tom groaned and threw his fist into Ceria's jaw as hard as he could, throwing her head back and to the side so that she was looking at the ceiling.

"Get the fuck off of me Ceria. Now."

Ceria's right hand planted itself gently on his stomach and slowly snaked its way up his chest as she lowered her head again and leveled her gaze upon him. Her hand slithered up to his neck and pulled the hospital gown up as it moved. She then clutched his neck firmly with her fingers, pushing him against the bed hard.

Tom began to see stars immediately as her grip tightened around his neck and his body tried to resume breathing. His face began to turn bright red and his eyes watered in pain.

"This is not a negotiation, Tom. This is a demand, from me. You say 'yes ma'am' and fuck me like I want you to, regardless of the lack or completion of paperwork. Do you understand?" She loosened her grip enough for him to speak, but not breathe.

"Get out," he managed in barely above a whisper.

"Fine, I'll just have to get you in the mood first," she stated, releasing his neck. He gasped as deeply as he could and Ceria removed her panties while he regained control of his breathing. He glared daggers into her eyes as she smiled down at him and began to rub her wet core back and forth across his growing cock. Her fingers worked the gown off his body easily, long nails snipping through the fabric like rice paper.

"There's a difference between aroused and hard, you know," said the agent as his erection grew to full length and bobbed energetically as Ceria lifted herself off his body to position her sex for penetration. She grabbed Tom's wrists and pinned his arms outstretched to either side of him to prevent another attempt to get her off him.

Tom jerked his lower body away from her as best he could, but being unable to do much more than wiggle some, it wasn't long before the demon had her way and sank down on his rigid arousal all the way to the base.

Tom looked away from Ceria and toward the other side of the room, trying not to think about the pleasure his body was receiving or how spectacular her body felt. Ceria leaned down far enough to let her breasts rest on his chest, and grinned widely from ear to ear.

"What's the difference between you being hard and you being aroused? Because I honestly cannot tell the difference," she teased, kissing his neck gently. She raised her hips slowly, drawing out the motion if only to enjoy the faltering stoic look on Tom's face.

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