Page 9 of My Sleep Paralysis Demon

“Okay, cool. Would you like to do something? Like maybe get some ice cream. Or whatever you want because I know you work with a lot of bakery stuff.”

“Not ice cream, and ice cream is my favorite dessert.”

He smiled, paying. “Sounds good. Be back at closing time for you.”

My brow cocked as he walked out. Did that really just happen? A man asked me out?

I moved to the back counter, peeping at Bex through the window between the front of the store and the back. “Someone just asked me out.”

She instantly smiled. “It’s this new sleeping energy. It looks good on you.”

Or having an amazing orgasm against a monster’s mouth?

“What’s his name? Is he hot?”

I opened my lips but realized I didn’t get his name or anything. “I don’t know, but I do know he’s hot. Who knows if he’ll even come back at closing time,” I said with a shrug. It had been a while since I’d been on a date or anything. I felt too busy with work and trying to stay awake. I felt confident that I didn’t feel rushed now, finally well rested. Or at least more than I have been getting these last few months.

She told me not to be so negative, so I shrugged it off, returning to work.

It didn’t sit right that I had dreams about what I experienced yesterday. I’d been getting nightmares and sleep paralysis for months, and now, all of a sudden, the thing haunting me went down on me to eat me out.

And I came from it, paralyzed and unable to stop myself.

But it felt so good that I didn’t even think to try to wake up and stop him. The more I thought about it, the more my body reacted. My breath picked up, and my thighs felt hot. I was getting turned on by a monster, a shadow monster.

I spent the rest of the day in a lust-filled daze, just working through the motions.

At the end of the day, I was packing the leftovers for the homeless when the front door dinged open.

“Sorry, we are actually closed,” I said, standing up.

There stood the hot guy from earlier who asked me out. He smiled slightly at me, shoving his hands in his jacket.

“Hey…” I started, not expecting him to come back.

“I said I would be back.”

I looked down at the boxes in front of me. “Oh shit, I forgot.” Nerves rushed through me, and I looked at him. “Not about the date. I forgot…” I sighed. “I take leftovers to the homeless. I do it every day and-”

“Can I join?” he asked.

My eyes scanned him. “Really?”

“That sounds rewarding and like a good thing to experience,” he nodded. “I don’t mind unless it's something you do by yourself. If that’s the case, I don’t mind waiting for you to be done after.”

I shook my head. “No. You are welcome to join. Just let me finish up really quickly.” I moved around the counter and went to the front door, locking it and turning off the open sign.

I moved quickly, trying to get done with what I needed to. I left kind of a mess for the opening shift, but then I realized that I was the opening shift, so it didn’t matter. I finished packing up the rest of the leftovers.

“That chocolate cupcake didn’t last more than five minutes in my car on the way home,” he said with a shy smirk.

“Yeah?” I asked, pushing my pink hair behind my ear. “I love the cupcakes; they are so delicious.”

“Maybe I’ll come back tomorrow for more.”

I set the boxes on the counter. “I have some leftovers if you’d like some.”

He shook his head. “That has someone else’s name on it. I’ll let them experience it. Plus, I’ll get to see you tomorrow.”

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