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?Ok, who?s next?? Lucifer shifted on his throne, shifting his long red tail to one side, and looked at the list of names on the fireproof piece of paper on the desk in front of him. ?Colin, your Satanic Majesty,? said Mephistopheles, handing Lucifer a slim file. ?Fallen Angel, Second Class.? ?Ah, another one looking to earn his horns, it appears,? observed the Lord of Ultimate Evil, flicking through the papers. ?Very good, show him in.? Mephistopheles opened the door, and a small devil shuffled in, trying to look brave but not doing a very good job of it. He peered up nervously at Lucifer, who looked very red and all-powerful. ?Ah, Colin,? rumbled Lucifer. ?Thank you for coming.? ?Thank you, sir? Your Satanic Majesty,? stammered Colin, fiddling with his tail and wondering what to do with it. Lucifer spent a few more minutes thumbing through the file, making occasional noises in his throat.*Colin couldn't quite*decide if these were signs of satisfaction or not. At last he flipped it shut and looked down at the small devil. ?Well, this all seems to be in order,? he said, with an expression that was almost a smile. ?Good results in your exams, and your tutors seem to think you have lots of potential. Well done.? ?Thank you,? said Colin with relief, and allowed himself to relax just a little. ?So, now it?s time for your final practical test. You think you?re ready for it? The chance to finally earn your horns; to become a Fallen Angel, First Class?? Colin pulled himself up and tried to think positive thoughts, as his tutor had told him. ?I?m ready,? he said. ?Just show me the human you want me to tempt, and I?ll do it!? ?Very good, very good,? said Lucifer, almost smiling again. ?I think I have just the case for you.? He pulled a file out of the pile on his desk, and tossed it at Colin. ?Michelle Regan, 21, university student in London, England. Fancies her flatmate?s boyfriend, but won?t make a move because she?s her ?best friend?. Silly girl. Make her fuck him, and the horns are yours.? Colin felt a surge of pleasure. Compared with some of the tests his fellow students had been given, this should be a doddle. Of the Seven Deadly Sins, Lust was the temptation most humans seemed to find it most difficult to resist. ? ? ? ? ? Michelle sighed. Her final exams started the following week, and she wasn?t feeling confident at all. She?d done her best to revise, but there were so many possible subjects that could come up, and she couldn?t seem to get her head round anything at the moment. To be honest, she was starting to get more than a little stressed out, which wasn?t helping her powers of retention. Just as she was trying to decide what area to cram next, her flat-mate, Kate, stuck her head round the door of the front room. ?I?m just popping up to the library,? she announced. ?They?ve just texted me to say that the book I need is available, so I?m going up there now. I?ll probably stay for a while, so don?t bother waiting for me if you want dinner.? ?That?s fine,? said Michelle. ?I don?t think I?ll be going anywhere for the rest of the day.? ?Oh, and if Chris comes round, tell him where I am,? she went on. ?I?ve tried to text him, but I think his phone must be out of charge or something.? ?No problem. I might even let him use mine if he wants to call you.? Kate made a kissy-kissy noise. ?You?re a sweetie,? she said, and disappeared. Michelle watched out of the window as Kate shut the door and strode purposefully up the road towards the tube station. The two of them had been sharing this two-bedroom ground-floor flat conversion in Camden since Michelle had chucked her boyfriend out, and she would never have been able to afford the rent by herself. The only downside was Chris, Kate?s boyfriend. He was kind and funny and an absolute hunk, but of course that was the problem: Michelle fancied him like crazy, and again and again had to resist the temptation to hit on him. But Kate was her best friend, so she had to stick Maltepe Escort to fantasising about his massive cock while she masturbated every night. She sighed again. Did she need another coffee, or was that just an excuse for not working? She raised the lid of her laptop and her finger hovered over the shortcut to Twitter, but she forced herself to resist. Suddenly there was a weird sort of shimmering in the corner of her eye. She looked up, and to her utter astonishment saw a figure materialise out of thin air in front of her. He was wearing a smart suit with a neatly-made tie, but what made her especially amazed (apart from his ability to appear from no-where) was his extremely red face. He looked like the result of a disastrous accident in a tanning booth. ?Good afternoon,? said the red-faced apparition. ?Do I have the honour of speaking to Ms Michelle Ryan, of Flat 1, 12 Columbus Gardens, Camden, London?? ?Ga, ga, ga,? gurgled Michelle. The apparition opened a cardboard file that it was holding in a hand that was as red as its face, and seemed to compare something in it with Michelle herself. Apparently satisfied, it looked at her again. ?Michelle Ryan, I am authorised to make you a proposition.? Michelle succeeded in pulling herself together enough to speak. ?What the fuck is going on?? she managed to say. ?Who the hell are you? What are you doing in my flat? And how the fuck did you do that appearing thing?? ?What a lot of questions,? said the apparition. ?My name is Colin, I am here to make you a proposition, and I appeared like that because that is how I get around up here.? ?You really need to get out of my flat,? said Michelle, starting to feel more angry than surprised. ?Before I call the police.? ?Wouldn?t you like to hear about my proposition first?? said the thing called Colin. ?I promise to leave if you don?t like it, but I think you?ll find it very much to your advantage.? ?It?s not about the Lottery, is it,? enquired Michelle, intrigued in spite of herself. Colin showed no signs of attacking her, and she was longing to ask about his face. ?Have I actually won something for once?? ?Well, in a way you have, but it?s not on the Lottery,? said Colin. He paused for a moment. ?I do beg your pardon, but this suit is rather uncomfortable. Do you mind if I remove it?? ?Erm, sure, of course,? said Michelle, assuming he was going to take off his jacket. Instead, there was a further shimmering, and suddenly Colin was standing in front of her stark naked. And red all over. Michelle fainted. When she came to, she was propped up on the sofa and Colin was sitting in the chair by the window. ?I?m sorry,? he said. ?People do sometimes get a surprise when they see us like this. Maybe it?s the tail. Or the cloven hooves.? Michelle hadn?t even noticed these, but now that he mentioned it, she could see a long forked tail dangling down behind the chair, and his lower legs looked awfully like the limbs of goats. An odd, almost inconceivable notion came into Michelle?s mind. ?You?re the Devil, aren?t you?? she asked cautiously. ?Goodness me, no, not THE Devil,? laughed Colin. ?He doesn?t deal with this sort of thing directly these days. But A devil, yes, I suppose I am.? ?Shouldn?t you have horns as well?? asked Michelle curiously. She thought she knew what devils were supposed to look like, and she was sure horns were part of the package. Colin gave her a funny look. ?Not at the moment,? he said. ?You only get the horns when you?ve passed all your exams.? ?So are you saying you?re still only learning to be a devil?? ?Yes, but I?ve passed all my written tests,? he said with a distinct note of pride in his voice. ?I only have the practical to do, and then I get them.? Michelle was catching on. ?And I?m the practical, is that it?? ?That?s right,? said Colin. ?You just need to agree to my proposal, and everybody?s a winner, including me.? ?Is this the proposition you were talking Maltepe Escort Bayan about earlier?? ?That?s it. I have been authorised to make you an offer. An assurance that you?ll get a First in your Finals, plus the job of your choice within six weeks of your results coming out. You just need to do one thing for me.? ?Oh come off it,? scoffed Michelle. ?This is some kind of piss-take, isn?t it? Where?s the hidden camera?? ?I?m quite serious, I can assure you,? said Colin. ?Do one little thing, and in return you could be set up for life.? A lot of thoughts were spinning through Michelle?s head. There was no doubt about it, but the person in front of her really did seem to be a devil, and maybe he really could do what he said he could. But she?d seen Marlowe?s ?Doctor Faustus?, and she knew there was usually a catch to any kind of pact with the Powers of Darkness. ?I know how this works,? she said suspiciously. ?You give me power and riches, and you get my soul in return?? Colin laughed. ?Badness me, no!? he said. ?This doesn?t work like that. You just have to do a little task first, before you get the reward. And after that, you won?t see me again for the rest of your life.? Michelle considered. ?Do I get a choice?? she said. ?Of course. You can turn me down if you want. But it?s really nothing so awful. In fact, you?ll probably even enjoy it.? In that case, Michelle decided, it wouldn?t do any harm to hear what he had to say. ?Ok, what is it I have to do?? Colin checked his file briefly. ?You have to fuck Mr Christopher Patterson, within the next 24 hours,? he said. Michelle was stunned. ?What, Kate?s Chris? And how do you mean, fuck him?? ?It?s all in this contract,? said Colin, laying a formal-looking piece of paper on the coffee table. ?Full penetration and ejaculation inside your vagina is required, although use of a prophylactic device is permitted; we wouldn?t want you to catch anything nasty.? ?But Chris is Kate?s boyfriend. I can?t fuck him! Can?t it be someone else instead?? ?No, it has to be him,? said Colin firmly. ?Otherwise, it wouldn?t be quite so bad, would it? My briefing notes say that you?ve always wanted to, so I don?t see why you shouldn?t enjoy it. You just have to betray your best friend?s trust.? ?That?s not fair,? said Michelle, but the more she thought about it, the fewer problems she could see. As long as neither she nor Chris blabbed (and there was no reason why either of them should), what possible problem could there be? Ok, it was a pretty serious betrayal, but cheating only mattered if the injured party found out, didn?t it?* ?I suggest you read the contract first,? said Colin. ?The small print is on the back.? Michelle did so. It did all seem rather easy. Fuck Chris, and she?d get a First, and whatever job she fancied. Something well-paid from the start seemed ideal, then she?d be able to buy a flat ? no, a whole house ? of her own. It really wasn?t too difficult a decision. ?Ok,? she said, ?I?ll do it. Do I just sign here at the bottom?? ?That?s right, and on this identical copy, too; one for each of us, just to make things official. It has to be in your own blood, of course; give me your hand.? Before she could protest, he took her right hand, and with a dangerously sharp-looking fingernail made a short deep incision in the tip of her index finger. Her blood started to well out, and Colin pushed the papers towards her, indicating where she should sign. With her bleeding finger, she roughly wrote her name on each of them. ?And I sign here,? said Colin, taking the papers and did likewise. His blood fizzed and steamed as it spread across the sheet. ?It?s been a pleasure doing business,? he said, taking one copy of the contract and slipped it into his folder. ?Best of luck, and enjoy the rest of your life.? He put out his hand, and she gingerly shook it. It was dry and unpleasantly hot, and an ominous shiver ran down her spine. As she watched, Escort Maltepe Colin began to shimmer again, and was gone, just a small whiff of red smoke and a slight smell of burning where he had been standing. ? ? ? ? ?Michelle slumped back onto the sofa and held her head in her hands. Now that Colin was gone, she found it hard to believe that it had actually happened. But there was the paper, signed by both of them, Colin?s signature still smoking slightly. She felt she needed to get her head round what had happened. Having a shower would help her to clear her head, and in any case she felt a bit dirty. So she went upstairs, stripped off and went into the bathroom. She turned on the shower, waiting until it was at the right temperature, then stepped in. She took some shower gel and lathered herself all over, before starting on her hair. As she was washing out the last of the shampoo, she heard the doorbell ring. ?Oh fuck,? she thought, ?that could be Chris. If I don?t answer the door, he?ll go away. Then I won?t have to do anything. And maybe this won?t really have happened.? But the bell continued to ring. Chris must be convinced Kate was in. It was as if Michelle had no choice. And the thought of that perfect, well-paid job just wouldn?t leave her. ?Fuck it,? she thought, ?Just go for it, girl. You?ve seduced loads of guys, why not one more?? Still wet, she stepped out of the shower and wrapped her red towel around herself. It was big enough to keep her decent, but only just; the tops of her good-sized breasts were fully exposed, and it only just covered the top of her bare thighs. Barefoot, she padded downstairs and peeped through the spy-hole in the door. Sure enough, it was Chris. Taking a deep breath, she opened the door. ?Oh hi, Chris,? she said. ?Looking for Kate?? ?Hi, Michelle, that?s right. Hey, I?m really sorry, I?ve got you out of the shower, haven?t I?? ?It?s ok, I was out anyway,? fibbed Michelle. ?She said you might be round. Look, come in, just in case that old pervert from over the road looks out of his window and sees me like this.? Chris smiled and pushed past her while she held the door open. He was trying to look at her face, but she could see his eyes flick down to the top of her breasts, which looked as if they were only just being held in place by the towel. Droplets of water clung to her body, and as her tits moved a couple of drops merged together and ran down enticingly into her cleavage. Her brown hair hung wet around her face, longer strands of it lying loosely across the tops of her breasts. She smiled at him as she brushed away some of the stray strands from her cheek. ?Kate said you might be round,? she said. ?She?s had to go to see her tutor, and then she was going to the library.? That was half true, at any rate. ?Oh well, I might as well go and have a drink in the library coffee shop, then meet up with her later,? said Chris. ?I was just going to have a coffee myself,? improvised Michelle. ?Why don?t you join me? It?s cheaper than that place.? ?Sure, thanks,? he said with a smile. He followed her into the kitchen and leant on the table while she made the coffee. This was lucky, since she calculated that when she reached up to get the coffee from the cupboard, the towel would ride up her legs, teasingly showing the bottom of her trim bum cheeks, and maybe even a glimpse of her labial bulge if she parted her legs slightly. She sensed his eyes on her bum as she made sure she stretched up as far as she could, pretending the coffee was further back than it actually was. ?Look, do you want me to do that while you go and change?? he asked. ?No, that?s fine. I?m not going out again, so I was going to stay like this for a while. As long as it?s ok with you.? ?No problem? he said, with a nervous laugh. ?Your hair looks nice like that,? he went on shyly, and even blushed a little. ?Thanks.? She glanced at his trousers, and thought she could see a slight movement. If his cock was getting hard, she was surely halfway there. He took his coffee from her, and his eyes again flicked down to her tits. She?d let the towel slip down a little, showing even more of the tops of the smooth, pale mounds. Not as far down as nipple-level, but getting there. He?s mine, she thought.