Strum: virgin captive of the billionaire demon rock star monster (The Squirm Files) (6 page)

It took
two hours to make the trip into the city to the Zon. They’d had to stop to refuel the fuel truck, then again to pick up Mr. T. Rex. It had been crowded in the back with all those large men jostling for room. Strangely no one had wanted to sit on anyone else’s lap.

Now here they
were, across the street from the Zon. She’d heard it had grown over the years. From a single office block it had become this – a moving, rumbling monstrosity that was slowly expanding, crawling over the adjacent buildings, and eating them. The old disappeared, ground under the Zon’s new outskirt rooms. The old was turned into the meat of the Zon’s structure – new walls, new bricks, new whatever it decided it needed.

Virginia looked up, and up, and up.

Big. As in, the very top of this hodge-podge of a building was in the clouds. From down here it resembled a giant snail made of office bits. Smoke from crushed concrete and brick puffed into the air at the edges. The ground underfoot trembled. As if nothing unusual was happening, people filed in and out the many doors. She guessed that to them, the Zon’s behavior had become commonplace.

The last of the men climbed from the gold ve
hicle and slammed down the butterfly-wing door. Dangerous Bob was here already.

Six men.
Virginia raised an eyebrow as she surveyed them.

Zagan
– man with radioactive cock. Crush – metal-pierced cock. Skoll – ass to cock fetish. Lars...he’d probably snort things with his cock. Mr. T. Rex – dino cock. And last of all, man with either the mostest or the leastest, Dangerous Bob – man with artificial cock.

There was a theme
going on here. Someone clearly needed a new hobby. Though she wasn’t going to say who for fear of being in the next book as the virgin captive of the gang-banging orangutans.

Bob had been digging weapons from the boot and distributing them – everything from rocket launchers to machine guns. This was so illegal. Before the
Necrosexi-texmexicon entered the Zon, carrying weapons like this on Main Street would’ve been grounds for being locked up. Reality was already suffering. Given another week, the Canadians would be invading and holding dark rites while chanting,
winter is coming
.

“Ready?”
Zagan looked them over as they nodded or said yes. Then he beckoned. “Come, Virginia.”

Time to be
firm. She leaned back against the Zagan mobile, patted it, smiled. “I’ll stay here and mind the car. You don’t need me and I don’t want to get shot.”

He stepped up to her then bent his head and whispered, “I
do need you.”

“I can’t
be with you,” she whispered back. “I’m going to be married. Besides, you said it was dangerous around you.”

“
It is. I am.”

She raised a skeptical eyebrow. “I can’t have sex with you.”

“Virginia.” Zagan breathed deeply then he leaned in and planted his hands on the car to either side, caging her in. He murmured to her ear, his bristled cheek brushing hers. “You’re everything to me and I never ever want to hurt you. But I’m a demon. My cum is radioactive. I’m one step away from being a creature of your worst nightmares and I’m a killer who makes evil clowns look like girl scouts with cookies.”

From the corner of her eye, she could see that his irises were on fire, again.
Gulp.
Was this his spiel to make her run away fast? Because it was working.

He licked all the way around her outer ear. “And w
e still don’t know what might happen if I come inside you.”

Oh hell
.
She’d forgotten how to blink and he was smiling down at her from two inches away. Virginia swallowed.

“I’m
a dangerous demon and my heart is pleading with me to let you go.”

“
Dangerous? Really? You?” Her voice squeaked. “I’d never have guessed. So, we’re in agreement, you don’t need me inside the Zon.”

“On the oth
er hand, my head is screaming at me to take you with me. If I need a power boost, I might have to find an alternative to fucking you.”

What?
Her mouth fell open. Tiny bit of a contradiction there.

“Heart.”
She nodded fast. “Yup. Go with that. Your head, pfft, it’s got no idea.”

Zagan
pushed away from the car, straightened. “It’s okay. Dangerous Bob agrees as long as I don’t stick my cock in your pussy.”

Whil
e she was still processing the reasoning in that, Dangerous Bob arrived and scooped her up. He ambled into the Zon’s entryway with her over his shoulder.

Betrayal!

“Bob! How could you?” The temptation to kick and drum her hands on him came and went. If bricks didn’t work on Bob, lesser force wouldn’t.

Why was
Bob naked from the waist up?

He muttered some choice
expletives that came down to, *If we have to do this to get Karl back, then we’re doing it.*

So that was his priority.
Now she was annoyed as well as upside down, ass up, over his shoulder. She sighed. Seemed like she spent a part of every day like this. Maybe she should keep a book on her to read? Or, she eyed his bare skin, play tic-tac-toe? If only she had a marker pen...

They headed for a small entry to the left of the main checkpoint.
By twisting her head around she could see a sign above.
Cover models for virgin captive stories
.

So t
his was why the naked torso. Cover model disguise.

Bob waited for an attendant to process them.
A young blonde woman in a black corset and leather skirt skipped over, swishing her crop.
Prudence Prim
was on the name tag over her left breast.

At the sight of
Dangerous Bob’s bare chest, she stopped dead and her eyes widened.

She u
nfurled a long scroll and began muttering while underlining words with her crop. “Eenie meenie, miny moe. Man titties! Man titties. Ah! Directive three million and two, section nine, paragraph C. Male nipples. Hmm. Oh my.”

From a drawer beside the entry she drew som
ething then tapped Bob’s chest in time with her words. “Naughty, naughty boy! No naked man nips in the Zon. Put these pasties on those nipples ASAP!”

She watched eagerly
, with her tongue tip on her lip, while Bob planted a pair of bright pink pasties on his chest.

Virginia giggled
. Even Bob’s back was going red. The poor man was embarrassed.

Once they were through
the cover model entry, he deposited her on her feet. She adjusted her tights and T-shirt, glared at him, but stayed put. From the other side of the barrier, five men grinned at her and Dangerous Bob’s decorated nipples.

“
Grrr.” If any man could master an animal growl it was Bob. He flipped the tassels on the pasties so they spun, as if daring them to make fun of him.

Did she dare? The consequences of
taunting Bob could be hazardous but his recent betrayal niggled her.

From the corner of her mouth
, she muttered, “You’re rockin’ those.” When he shot her a suspicious look, she waggled her eyebrows. “Serious strippergram material, man.”

He growled again.

She turned away before grinning.
Score!

A big open door frame affair
, that was obviously detecting metal, formed the checkpoint for the average visitor. She guessed Bob had been worried about his artificial cock being detected and ruled inadmissible.

As if passing on some secret,
Zagan gathered the other men in a circle and whispered at them, then they all stripped off their shirts.

As they passed through the checkpoint
, they were each handed pasties to wear. They stuck them on their nipples and gave Bob a thumbs-up signal. He shook his head but smiled.

Now there were six half-naked men with pasties on their nips. Oh my, all her Christmases had come at once.

Their weapons were being banned though. A pile of their guns built at the checkpoint.

Zagan
wandered over and joined her and Bob. He shrugged. “They don’t sell them in here so we can’t bring them in. The Necrosexi-texmexicon is going to be hard to take down.”

Bob grumbled in his
sweary way. *We’ll find new ones. A place this big, there’ll be something.*

Suddenly
, girly screaming broke out. The shrill noise ricocheted around the large foyer and Virginia cringed. A horde of women, both young and old, burst in and swarmed toward the checkpoint. They pointed at Zagan and blew kisses. He grinned and waved back.

“
It’s Purgatory!” shrieked some. “It’s Zagan!” screamed others. Yet another squealed, “I wanna fuck him until my pussy’s on fire.”

“
Man, she’s a hot chick too.” Zagan scratched his chin.

Virginia kicked his
ankle and glared at the demon. An urge to say
mine
to him hit her and almost passed her lips. She pulled herself up sharply.

“What?”
Zagan seemed nonplussed.

“Nothing.
Just if Dangerous Bob does any more swearing, between him and you, this place will explode from an overdose of crazy girls and screaming.”

Luckily the girls were being kept on the other side.

The men were all through except for Crush and he was held up because Prudence wasn’t sure about his mostly metal cock. Bob had been right to take the alternative entry.

Prudence tilted her head and loudly sucked her
purple lipsticked lips. She’d made Crush unzip and place the offending member on the counter. Currently, she was prodding it with her crop and pouting.

Virginia couldn’t tell if Crush was happy, mad, or intrigued by her attention.

“I don’t knowww. Are you sure it’s all yours? It looks wrong and I can’t find it in the instructions scroll.”

Crush muttered something to her.

She clapped her hands. “What a good idea.”

He put it away and zipped up.

Tongue out to concentrate, she slowly wrote something on her scroll.

“There!
I’ve filed it under roosters. Just keep it in your pants when you’re in the book sections. Sex toys area, you can let it allll hang out.” Her voice went into husky tone territory, only there weren’t no sled dogs to be seen for miles. “Nipple clamps, floggers, cock pumps, vibrators – we got them all.” Prudence winked.

As he sauntered through, she gave him a smack on the ass
with the crop then whispered, “Meet me after work by the Hall of Dildos.”

The
small twerk Crush did was enough to make a girl roll her eyes.

Multiple doors led away from the foyer but
Zagan stopped them under the big one labelled
Books
.

“This is it. F
urther down it divides into electronic or print books. I think print is where the Necrosexi-texmexicon will be, but we’ll have to split up.” He glanced at them. “With me is Dangerous Bob, Crush, and of course you, Virginia. Lars, Skoll, and Mr. T. Rex, you send me a text message if you find it. Okay?”

They nodded.

He shook their hands. “May we all survive this terribly hazardous mission without getting hurt. Good luck, and if the worst happens and you die, I’ll put in a word for you with the big man downstairs.”

Lars and
Skoll went pale. Mr. T. simply chuckled.

Out of the corner of her mouth, Virginia whispered. “Next time, let me write the speeches.”

“Sure,” he whispered back. “As long as you’re naked and in my bed while we write it.”

“
Stop that! You’re dangerous, remember? Why are you so fixated on sex?”

“
Because
A.
I’m a sex demon.
B.
I can’t help it. I’m a junkie and you’re my favorite drug.”

She shook her head and set off down the white hall toward the next signs. “I’m not sure I want to be a compared to heroin.”

“It’s a compliment. Romantic! Like...like, saying when I’m away from you there’s nothing I crave more than to be with you. When I’m with you my world
is
you. I want to hug you and kiss you, make love to you until you holler my name. Sometimes I want you so much I can’t breathe.”

She stopped to look.
He was down on one knee and had his hand planted over his heart. “So now I give you an asthmatic attack? Damn.” She trudged on. “Let me write the speeches!”

“You can’t write the lovey
dovey ones!”

Crap.
He had a point.

He got in a last word. “And stop twitching that fucking sexy ass when you walk
away.”

Don’t make a rude gesture. Don’t.
But when else in her life would she get to insult a demon? She flipped him the bird. She’d just have to have a sick bag on hand when he tried his next lot of romantic lines on her.