Shifter Witch On Hell's Road: Book One Read online

  I strutted across the stage, eyeing the audience as they watched me move. I saw B-Zar lift his glass to me and wink. I flipped my hair and went down on all fours accepting tips in my mouth and tits as the men salivated for my body.

  The song was almost over, and it was time for the big reveal. I went back to the pole and climbed up, hooked my legs, and unfastened my g-string. It half fell away, but hung to my body. I maneuvered myself to flip into a spread eagle. The g-string fell and the audience got an eye full of pussy.

  I slid back down, keeping the view of my cunt available until I hit the floor and gathered my legs up to my stomach. I pulled myself back up the pole and the song ended.

  I panted and walked down the stage to gather the rest of my tips and my clothes, and I strutted off stage.

  I stood in the back, totally naked feeling pretty satisfied with myself. My body buzzed, and I knew it was the raven inside me.

  A local girl with bleach blonde hair and fake tits brushed past me smacking my shoulder.

  “Skank,” she said, as she pushed through the curtains onto the stage.

  “Takes one to know one, bitch,” I muttered. I knew I had the crowd in a frenzy with my pole tricks and the rest of the girls were nervous.

  I strutted out to the floor and saw Balthazar leaning back on his couch with the same two girls still climbing all over him. Jealousy flashed across my brain. I walked right over there and stared the bitches down. His tie was loosened and the top buttons of his shirt were undone.

  I cleared my throat loudly, and they all looked up at me. B-Zar gave me a wicked smirk and the girls gave me devil eyes.

  “Beat it bitches,” I said.

  “Go find someone else,” said the pudgy brunette with the big smooshy boobs.

  “Yeah. We’ll tell the manager you tried to pilfer our client,” said the petite blonde.

  I crossed my arms and cocked my hip. B-Zar looked pleased with himself.

  “Let me ask you this, girls. Has he bought a dance from you or have you wasted half the night on his expensive suit?”

  They looked at each other and then him, disgust rising in their faces. They stood and walked away on their six inch platforms. I sidled up to B-Zar and gave him a evil grin.

  “Want a dance, fucktard?”

  “When you put it like that, no.”

  “Come on,” I said, grabbing his arm and pulling him up. I figured I’d get the night started off with him. Before I could get to the lap dance room, some dude called my name.

  “Hey Shadow, how bought a lap dance?”

  I turned and looked at the guy. He was short, thin and greasy. I wondered if he’d ever been laid in his life, and he must have been at least forty. B-Zar glared at him.

  “She’s promised to me. Sorry, old chap. Better luck next time.”

  I rolled my eyes but didn’t say anything as I pulled him to the lap dance room. I pushed him backward through the beaded curtains, and he flopped down on the couch behind him. I flipped the stereo on and an old Aerosmith song wailed through the speakers. I gave B-Zar a wicked smile and crept on his lap. I put my mouth right next to his ear with my chest crushed against his.

  “I was cryin’ when I met you,” I whispered.

  “Why the sudden change of heart?” he said as I slowly slid my crotch over his thick, hard dick.

  “Nothings changed,” I said looking into his face. My pussy pressed against his stomach as I straddled him.

  “I do believe you are jealous!”

  “No. I’m not. Just sit back and enjoy the ride before I change my mind.”

  He shut his mouth, and his eyes grew wide as I pumped his dick. I rose up and slid my bra off, letting my tits pop out right in front of his eyes. I rubbed them on his face. His hands slid up my ass, but I pushed them down on the couch.

  “Ah-ah, no touching.”

  The scent of his body and cologne filled my nose as I rubbed myself against his chest. He smelled of deep musk and wild roses.

  “Mmm…” I said as his cock expanded under my pussy. I flipped around and did a reverse cowgirl on him then opened the o-ring on my g-string. Letting it fall away, I pushed my body up so that my exposed pussy was right in his face.

  “This is supposed to be enjoyable?” he said behind me.

  I flipped around, totally naked now, and stared him in the face.

  “What? Are you queer?”

  “Not particularly, but this feels more like torture than pleasure. I can’t believe people pay for it.”

  He had a pained look on his face. It just made me laugh. I rubbed on his extremely hard, extremely large cock through his pants and leaned in to lick his ear. His arms encircled me and he tilted my face up to his lips. His warm, wet mouth opened on mine. Our tongues entwined while his hand reached around my ass. He kissed me deeply and tickled at my wetness.

  I exhaled sharply, overwhelmed by excitement. I was done fighting it. His body was hard as a rock and solid muscle under my chest. His arms held me like a clamp while his fingers expertly rubbed my pussy. I moaned and reached down to unbutton his pants. I wanted to feel his dick so bad. He kissed my neck and pushed his fingers inside my sopping wet hole. I unzipped his pants and reached inside his briefs. His cock popped up into my hand.

  I stroked the long, thick shaft in my hands while he fingered me. In and out. His fingers slowly fucked my pussy while his thumb rubbed my clit. I could feel moisture drip from the tip of his cock. I wanted to put it in my mouth. I wanted to jump on it and let it sink deep inside me.

  The thought of his massive pole pushed up inside me made a tidal wave of lust wash over me. Aerosmith sang the last note of the song.

  He pulled his fingers out of my pussy and smiled at me. He looked smug and satisfied with himself. I wanted to keep going, I needed to come, but he pushed me off and stood, buttoning his pants.

  “Get your ass back on the flo’, hooka,” he said with an evil grin.

  “What the fuck!” I yelled.

  He was right, I wouldn’t make my floor fee if I spent all night riding B-Zar’s cock. I stood and strutted out of the lap dance room. My pussy felt heavy and tight like an itch that needed scratching.

  A bouncer turned right into me as I left. The bouncer had a clipboard and wanted to know how many dances I’d clocked. My floor fee was going to be the same no matter what, but I guess they liked to keep a running total.

  B-Zar had gotten up at just the right moment. If they had caught him finger banging me like that, they would have probably kicked us out.

  I still had some money to make tonight so I left B-Zar standing near the bouncer. I went to the skinny, geeky guy from before. He sat in front of the stage drooling over the latest dancer, and I asked him if he still wanted a lap dance. B-Zar lurked in the distance as I led the geeky dude to the lap dance room.

  He sat in the couch were B-Zar had just been, and I flipped on the stereo. A Miley Cyrus song played, and I started my dance. Something in me just wasn’t into it. Lap dancing is a job, like any other job. Most people don’t like what they do for a living. But at that moment, the thought of crawling on that dude’s crotch made me want to retch. He wasn’t even close to the grossest guy I’d ever danced for. It bothered me.

  Stripping was what I did. I figured it must be B-Zar’s fault for getting me all hot and bothered. I’d never done anything like that in the club before.

  When I crawled on the geek’s lap I smelled the scent of moldy laundry and sweat. Not exactly erotic. I gave him a good grind as the music played and when it was over I told him he could keep going for another twenty-five bucks. He bought a few dances and then excused himself to go jack off in the bathroom.

  Left without a client, I had to go troll the room for another mark. This was the part of the job that I liked the least. The girls would walk around the room talking up the guys and flirting until someone bought a dance. The dudes really knew how to draw it out so you’d waste all your time with them while they never intended to buy a dance. With f
loor fees climbing over $150 a night, wasting time on some jackass wasn’t an option.

  I scanned the room, looking for someone half way tolerable. I saw shy a youngish dude near the back of the room. He looked college age and probably broke. None of the other girls were trolling him. I figured I’d give it a shot. Guys like that were usually too chicken shit to ask for a dance.

  I walked right up to him. He wasn’t bad looking so the idea of grinding his cock didn’t make me feel like vomiting.

  “Hey sugar, want a dance?” I said, running my finger down his chest. I glanced over at B-Zar who stood off to my left. His arms were crossed over his chest, and he looked kind of pissed. I smiled inwardly. The thought of making him jealous filled me with vicious glee.

  I ran my hand up the boy’s hip while looking at Balthazar. The college guy stuttered, “Sure, I’d like a dance,” while staring down at my half exposed tits.

  I took his hand and led him toward the lap dance room. I gently pushed him down on the couch and strutted around a little bit, showing him my body. I flipped on the stereo and began to dance to a hip hop song I’d never heard before. Crawling on his lap, I pushed my chest into his body and rubbed his crotch with my thigh. He moaned softly and leaned back, keeping himself from grabbing me.

  His face looked tortured and his dick instantly turned hard. I let myself bob on it a bit and turned around and leaned my back against him. Pulling off my bra, I let him watch me rub my hands over my tits as I rocked on his cock. I rolled down so that my hands were on the floor and my ass was pointed up in this face. I reached up and unfastened my g-string.

  The fabric fell away and I heard him mutter, “Oh God.” When I leaned back I could feel a damp patch on his jeans under my thigh. Gross! I scooted back and stood in front of him. He blushed crimson and ran his hand through his hair. I gave him a pat on the cheek and was reaching for my bra when I heard a high pitched scream from the front of the house.

  Chapter Three

  B-Zar pushed his head through the beaded curtain.

  “Better get out here,” he said through clenched teeth. His face was red and his black eyes glowed.

  I jumped up and put on my bra and g-string as quickly as possible and slipped into my shoes. As I soon as stepped out from the lap dance booth a snarling red skinned dude with black eyes and sharp black claws fell right into me. I screeched and watched it fall to the ground. B-Zar stood shirtless in his sarong with a two foot long samurai sword in his right hand. The demon slid to the ground, leaving a trail of blood over my mostly nude body.

  “Rude,” I said.

  “Here,” said B-Zar handing me a katana that was twin to his sword. I took it wondering what the heck I was supposed to do with it, but a demon attacked me before I could give it much thought.

  I slashed at the red bitch quick as lightening. Her claws grasped at my face, but she fell back as I slashed across her midsection. I was dumbstruck when she grabbed for me again. B-Zar swung his blade and her head rolled to the floor just before her body made a loud thump after it.

  I looked at the blade and it glowed in my hand. A gang of five more demons came at us and we defended our position, back to back. Suddenly, my body was moving in swift movements I’d only ever seen before in kung fu movies. I kicked an oncoming demon. It countered, but I swung around in a flying jump and cut off its head.

  Two came at me at once. I ducked under a clawed swipe but the second demon kicked me in the jaw. I tumbled backward. B-Zar was busy with two demons of his own. I jumped to my feet. My raven wings flew out of my back and curled around me like an avenging black angel.

  The demons weren’t impressed and slashed at me again. One caught me across the arm, sending streams of blood down my bicep and forearms. The wound stung bad as the blood trickled to the floor, but I held my ground. They circled me. Their mouths were full of saliva and blood dripped from their sharp black teeth. Was B-Zar really half of one of these thing? Gross. He just had his fingers in my pussy!

  I flew up above them, but my wings would only carry my weight for a few seconds in this form. I flipped behind one, grabbed him by the head, and slashed his throat. Then I used the weight of his body to throw off his partner who ran toward me. I knocked the second one down and used the split second before he got back up to jump on his body and shove my sword deep in his heart.

  Those down, I snapped my head around to look at B-Zar. The biggest demon in the group had a sword of his own that he used to brutally attack B-Zar. The demon was about twice B-Zar’s mass, and my Halfling was falling back toward the wall. I jumped up, letting my wings propel me in the air. I used force the of gravity from my fall to slam my sword thrust into the demon’s back. My sword went through its chest but the giant demon didn’t fall.

  It jerked around and threw me to the floor. Its black beady eyes squinted, and its mouth twisted in a sneer. My sword was stuck in his back, and I lay on the floor defenseless. It hulked toward me, saliva and blood dripping from its gaping mouth. Just as it swiped for my exposed flesh, B-Zar jumped on its back and slit its throat. Blood gaped from the wound and flowed across the floor. I crawled backward, not wanting the disgusting goo to touch me. But I was already covered in blood— theirs and mine.

  B-Zar held out his hand and pulled me up. My bra had flipped open and my tits hung out, nipples erect from excitement and dread. I pulled the sword from the demon’s back and wiped it on his red skin.

  “What was that all about?”

  “You summoned me and you summoned them. The difference is, I’m here to protect you from them.”

  “Heh?”

  “We’ve got to move. The humans are staring.”

  We walked through of the club as the demon bodies evaporated into dust. People who had been huddled under tables and doorways began to creep out into the dim light of the club.

  “I need to get my car keys.”

  I ran into the dressing room and opened my padlock. I pulled out my backpack and as I walked past the mirror I saw myself. I looked like I’d grown two inches. My body was covered in black and red streaks, an angry wound slashed down my left arm, but I’d never looked so alive. My eyes glowed green and my hair looked like black raven feathers ruffling in the wind. I smiled and winked at myself.

  Outside B-Zar was waiting. He was already clean and dressed in normal street clothes.

  “Here,” he said, throwing a sheet over my bloody, nearly nude body.

  We ran out of the club into the rainy, dark night. Christmas lights twinkled in falling rain drops. I had to giggle. We reached the car and jumped inside. I was in full on hysterics by the time I turned the key in the ignition.

  “What?” said B-Zar?

  “I don’t know, it’s just funny.”

  I pulled out of the parking lot and drove out of Portland and got on I5 headed south. I had no idea where I was going. My next club was in San Francisco, but I had so many questions running through my head that the club tour seemed like the least of my concerns. I drove for twenty miles before either of us said anything.

  “So what was that all about?”

  “I told you before that I am a half demon. You summoned me.”

  “I never summoned you,” I said, giving him an annoyed look.

  “When you turned. When you became a witch, your energy sent out a beacon that summoned me to you. I am here to protect you.”

  “Why would a demon want to protect me from demons?”

  “Although many beings are technically demons, they are not all necessarily evil. I, for example, am the son of a human woman and a fire imp. But dear old dad is more of an elemental. Whenever someone lights a fire, they summon a fire imp like him.”

  “So imps can mate with humans?”

  “Yes. It doesn’t happen very often, but my mother has a high pain threshold.”

  “What? Gross. I don’t even what to know.”

  “Back to demon races. There are earthy demons and hellions. Most earthly demons serve some function on this plane of
existence, like my father. Earth demons, angels, and hellions or hell demons, are all related similarly to how all fish are related or all primates are related. But there is clearly a difference between a chimp and a human.”

  “I still don’t get how demons can mate with humans.”

  “Supernatural creatures are essentially humanoid. Humans descended from supernatural creatures, but their line lost all its power and became mortal.”

  “So what is your roll in all of this?”

  “When I came of age, I was initiated into a coven of halflings whose ancient role is to fight the hellions. Or more precisely, to train and protect the human witches whose job it is to fight the hellions. You see, you are a demon slayer.”

  “Wait, this is confusing. You’re saying it’s my job to fight the Hellions, and your job to train and protect me?”

  “Exactly. You learn quickly.”

  “So why do you keep trying to get in my pants? Why didn’t you just tell me all this up front?”

  “The bond between protector and slayer is increased if they copulate.”

  We drove in silence for a few miles when I realized I was still nearly naked and streaked with dried blood. Only a thin, wet sheet covered my shoulders. Not my favorite. I pulled off the highway onto a dark country road. The rain pelted down in front of me headlights, illuminating lines of water that fell from the darkness. We drove past farm fields full of grazing cattle and fields that were barren and plowed under for winter.

  I turned down another road that led up hill into a dense forest. I didn’t know where I was going. I just wanted to go so deep into the wet, green woods that I could forget about everything. I kept driving up until I pulled off the road near a cliff’s edge, and got out of the car.

  There was a metal safety rail between my car and the cliff, and I looked down into the dark river below. The sound of water rushed beneath me. Rain fell over my bloody skin, washing the evidence of the battle into the soil under my bare feet.

  Balthazar opened his door. He wore his sarong and his bare chest glistened with rain in the headlights. He came to me and took me in his strong arms. My body felt small and fragile against his commanding form. He pulled me into him, and I felt the stiffness of his cock against my hip.