Page 20 of A Beginner's Guide to Demonic Possessions
Because… ohmygod. To the left there were mannequins dressed up as french maids, school girls and boys, doctors, and a host of other careers, only key parts of the outfits were missing or had holes—specifically those parts that would cover nipples or genitals.
On a far wall to the left there were all sorts of whips and chains and handcuffs and Trent didn’t even know what (or maybe he didn’t want to know what—because he wasn’t into pain, and some of those contraptions looked ouchy).
Up ahead were dildos. There was a giant green one that appeared to have something (were those supposed to be eggs?) inside it, and then every flesh color and size imaginable was sitting on top of the shelves. And was that a fist dildo? Ohmygod.
Then to the right were vibrators and… holes? Fleshlights? Things to fuck? Propped up against one aisle were two blow up dolls—a male and a female—with open mouths and…. other open holes.
Further to the right it looked like some kind of strappy swing was suspended from the ceiling, and another blow up doll was lounging, legs spread open, in that.
There was also a row of bottles that looked like lotions and lubes, and then a selection of candles, which Trent didn’t think were there solely for ambiance based on the bold lettering that stated “Low Melting Temperature.”
Ohmygod, Trent sputtered.
He could sense Paz’s amusement as a cheerful voice called out to them from the front counter. “Hello! Let me know if you need any help finding anything!”
Paz looked over and stared for a moment. The salesperson had androgynous features, and they were extremely attractive with shoulder length blonde hair, dark blue eyes, and the most flawless skin Trent had ever seen. They were also wearing leather pants and a very sexy mesh shirt.
“Samael?” Paz asked.
“Ummm… do I know you?” the salesperson asked. Trent guessed it was Samael, but they didn’t seem keen on being called by name.
Paz strode forward, and before Trent, or Samael, apparently, knew what was happening, Paz was hugging the salesperson.
What the fuck? Who the fuck was this Samael person? Why was Paz getting all up in their space and hugging them?
“Oh, demons! Is that you, Pazuzu?” Samael cried out, leaning back to look into Paz’s eyes.
“Samael! So good to see you!” Paz responded, letting go of Samael and stepping back. He must have felt some of Trent’s disgruntlement. (Trent wouldn’t call it jealousy. Of course not. Why would he be jealous? Not like Paz was his boyfriend or anything.) Paz added, “This is Samael, a lesser demon I know from eons ago. He’s a good friend.”
Hmph, Trent responded. He had noticed Paz’s emphasis on the word friend, but still, should they really be outing themselves to random demons? (Although the emphasis did ease some of the squirmy totally-not-jealous feelings Trent was having.)
“Umm, who are you talking to?” Samael asked, looking around. Then he gasped. “Oh demons, are you talking toyour host? Is he one of the ones who won’t stop yelling? I’m telling you, we can fix that by?—”
“Nope!” Paz yelled, cutting him off.
Trent had a feeling he wouldn’t have liked Samael’s way of fixing things.
Well he sounds like a barrel of laughs for humans, Trent muttered.
Paz chuckled. “Samael is great, and he loves humans. Otherwise he wouldn’t still be hiding out topside.” He looked at Samael then, who was staring at him. “Yes, this is my host. He isn’t screaming though. We like to chat.”
“You like to… chat?” Samael asked. “That’s… different, isn’t it?”
Paz chuckled. “Yeah, it is. It’s a lovely change. Trent is a fantastic human—the best company. And, since he’s been such a good sport, I thought he could use a little…reward.”
Trent did not fail to notice the emphasis he put on the word reward, and neither did Samael by his leering grin.
I’m not sure I like this guy, Paz. Are you sure we can trust him?Trent muttered. He wasn’t so sure about shopping for sex toys with this strange demon taking the lead.What if he wants to show you how the sex toys work? Or try them out on you? I mean, I know I was encouraging you to have a random hookup…Trent trailed off, because shit, he had been encouraging Paz to do just that. The idea didn’t sit so well anymore though.
“You want to hook up with Samael?” Paz questioned, although his voice sounded sort of forced.
No! Not at all! I don’t think the whole random hookup thing is even a good idea anymore. I mean, that’s what toys are for, right?Trent exclaimed.
“Yes. Right. Exactly. Besides, Samael is like a brother. That would just be weird,” Paz added. “And clubs aren’t great either, so maybe we can just not worry about that, right? No random hookups necessary. At all.”
Right. Yeah, not necessary,Trent agreed, and he wasn’t quite sure if the relief was his own or if it was Paz’s emotions.
Trent tried to not think too hard on the fact that Paz hooking up with anyone felt wrong on so many levels. Hell, Trent hooking up with anyone else felt wrong too. He could admit, at least to himself, that he was totally catching feelings for the demon who had possessed his body.
