Wasn't he hardboiled, or looking like he had just woken up. "It'll be easier to let us in." Rebecca shrugged nonchalantly before crossing her arms over chest, pressing against her bikini-clad breasts. Doing her best to cut an intimidating figure. Her nails, hidden from view inside her closed fists started to harden and lengthen into claws. She didn't expect them to be needed but wanted to be ready. "Can either of you sense anything? What we're searching for?"
She chuckles. "Well, no, but we tend to pretend to have human lives to pass the time. Well, except for those of us who try to murder and conquer humans." She blinks "My free time? Oh, this and that. I watch movies, or play some sports. Why?"
Zach has few qualms against following her lustful commands, squeezing, licking, kissing and biting her breasts, before one of his hands goes south to dip under her hose and touch her pussy. His touch is predictably amateur, but by using the sounds she's making as a guide, it isn't long before he's able to pleasure her like someone with more experience. "This is so wrong, but I can't stop."
The detective opens his door further, and the women are surprised to smell some sort of sweet incense, instead of the cigarette smoke the stereotype would suggest. He sticks his head out the door, looking around on the landing. "Really? What friend?" He chuckles, before rolling his eyes. "Ugh, where's the camera? If your boss thinks he can blackmail me, tell him to be more subtle next time. Three beautiful women randomly showing up on my doorstep in bikinis isn't exactly inconspicuous. I kinda thought that a mob boss would be a little better at this."
'Oh, no real reason. It's just hard to imagine a demon doing normal things, y'know?' James smiled, before he got up from his seat and stretched, 'It's getting pretty late, I better get some sleep soon.' He looked at his guest, 'It was nice meeting you, Ayrlea. Maybe we'll meet for real soon.'
"H-Hey!" He's too surprised at her intrusion to really check her advance, and she steps into a moderately sized living room, a tv playing some sort of fantasy movie. The detective follows after her and takes a firm hold of her wrist. "Coin? That thing from... That's police evidence! Of course it's a problem. And if you're not working for the mob, who the hell are you? You have some nerve barging into my house like this!"
He moans, before giving a dejected look as she teases him. "I'd like that, but... I don't think we should go, um, all the way."
Being grabbed, didn’t heavily dissaude her. Her patience with more complications was wearing thin and she was somewhat tempted to just have Rebecca stab him. Not kill him..just leave him from being a problem. Opting to at least try to be reasonable, she swallowed. “Archeologists. It’s a rare coin dating back to the Incan era. Invaluable find. Of course, you’ll be compensated.”
When he looks back, she's gone, and he's free to enjoy the hot shower.
His hand remains on her wrist, but his expression changes to one of cautious optimism. "Compensated how? And to what degree?"
“You’d be surprised. There’s more payments than just money. Answers to questions, you didn’t even know you had.” She knew what he probably wanted as payment, but wasn’t really opting for it. At least...not with him. Or with the other two here. And didn’t she just lecture her daughter about chasitity? It was less of a problem for Alicia. No risk of divine retribution since she carried out her pact. But still wouldn’t be good to just.... “Money is also an option. More than you know how to spend. If you have your mob troubles, that should patch things up.”
"I don't have mob troubles, lady. What do you mean 'questions I don't know I have?' I'm not interested in an archaeological lecture, if that's what you're thinking." He's silent for a moment. "How much money are we talking about? I'm not a high roller, but I definitely know how to spend money."
The woman rubs her arm, which Erika spots has a large red bruise on it. "Not too bad. Got banged up a little by a troll, but I'm okay. You?"
James enjoyed his shower, his mind wandering to his recent experiences. All the women he had met came to his mind. The young man felt pent up, so he idly stroked his cock. Much to his chagrin, he wasn't very big downstairs, barely average. But as he held his cock, he couldn't shake the nagging feeling that something was amiss, that it had become slightly bigger since the last time he had pleasured himself. Whatever the case, James enjoyed the feeling for a while, thinking about the women he had gotten to know. Rebecca and Melissa featured most prominently in his fantasy, but the succubus Ayrlea entered his thoughts as well.
“Fifteen thousand sound about right?” It wasn’t a small amount. He didn’t really know how important these things were and while the templar definitely wouldn’t enjoy her draining one of the dummy accounts, she was sure they wouldn’t mind as long as the mission managed getting accomplished. “Got a check book on you?...I don’t really have a pen on me at the moment.”
