I could hear him spitting on his cock and flinched as an un lubed finger probed my pink fleshy interior. Suddenly he thrust forward. I let out a screa..., yes I actually screamed, half through pain, half surprise. ‘ Holy fucking mother of Mary’ I shouted before the young stud behind me clamped his hand around my mouth and pushed my face down so hard onto the forest floor I thought I might suffocate. ‘Shut the fuck up motherfucker’ he said as he pulled right back until the tip of his cock was. I trimmed my pubic hairs, but still kept a nice full bush.I called and spoke to Leslie, the manager, and set up an interview for Tuesday after school. I arrived early and met Leslie. At thirty-eight years old, Leslie was the typical health club manager. Standing only five feet three, she was in excellent shape. Fit, thin, and she wore tight gym shorts and a halter-top that revealed her generous but firm cleavage. Leslie gave me a tour of the club. When we got to the locker room, I thought. Because ‘he’s too cheap to buy a new pump.’ She stopped to check. That’s how I know about the unit.Mrs. Morris said, “Up until I stopped paying the ‘rates’ I started the air once a month ... just in case. Keeping the seals lubricated mostly.”“Why?”“Did I stop? Getting a little of my own back. Robert hated that I was awarded the building ... and his rates bills reflected that ‘his’ building was a ‘heat sink.’”“What?”“I got the building ... he got the bills.”“That’s outrageous ... How did you get. Letting feelings blind you to the truth.” He stood up. One taloned hand pressed down on Hiryu’s head again as he bent close, until their faces were mere inches apart. His other hand tapped Hiryu’s bare chest. “You. Are. Something. For. Me. To. Eat. You are prey.”“Oh?” Hiryu shot back, still angry. “Just because you can eat something doesn’t mean you should.”Eigis chuckled and straightened up, only to run his talons down Hiryu’s left shoulder. Hiryu winced, and the demon brought his dripping red.