Stick with Demon Pussy

I had some time alone in the mansion on the lake, alone with the demons before the others were to arrive. The depression had set in, the lack of confidence had set in, the jitters were setting in. The demons were assured of their position but nevertheless they had to convince me that this was the necessary step and that “everywhere is toxic, it doesn’t matter where you are” so I might as well fall into line here and get things sorted out here, than try to run on to there, to later, to some other vicinity where the constellation of factors is about the same even if the temperament of the locale is different. That can cut both ways, Maria said to me, handing me a Tequila Paloma she had mixed, Carlos Alvarez standing leaned against the cupboard, Jacklin Trance on the couch, the nieces afoot and Alicia is in the bedroom on a cam with someone making money (go figure), not sure what she is doing, demon stuff, that’s all. I’m in the care of the demons for the duration and there is no escaping that or them or any of this, it’s the only earthly mandate that can pertain to me at this juncture and it had led to the mansion of someone tied to Hollywood, not sure who this person is but it’s in the row of houses on discrete islands in Lake of the Woods, somewhere that you really have to know what you are looking for in order to find this place, even though it has a heli-pad out back and a pool and an indoor cinema and a rec room and fifteen bedrooms and rumpus rooms and a big mud room, and an even bigger conference room that we had purposed for the point of our stay, which was to discuss ideas and the possibility of taking a run at high office or otherwise reforming as a commercial venture of some kind with the intention of liquidating some of the trauma that had accumulated, just like everyone else seems to have been doing along with the data dump of the “real history” that begins in 2015 and has some serious annotations where there is an actual disconnection between reality and our stated public life. More like fissures, I said, it’s not an actual disconnect, yet, well it sort of is depending on the rhetoric you are employing. The rhetoric around you is scary, just so you know, that’s the uphill battle you are fighting…

So what’s your rhetoric then Maria asked me tinnily, laying out a line of cocaine on the table for us to enjoy. Narco socialism? How do you think that would fly at the ballot box this time around? Are we ready for what narco-socialism entails? And are we ready to spring narco-socialism onto the unsuspecting public just as we are right now, or do we have some ways to go. Also, is our strategy the right one, taking these women in a piece at a time, five at a time…do you think we might end up doing the same interviews twice or three times over? I hate doing things more than once if we don’t have to.

You mean we should just invite everyone to come and see if they can situate themselves in our program and our mindset. What is the narco-social mindset, necessarily speaking? Maria scrunched her nose and looked over at Carlos Alvarez who was sipping on a lite beer.

You are right, he said to no one in particular.

Right you are, Jacklin minced and Maria gave her a look and sighed.

You two are already so far past any discussions of policy, you two just live it don’t you.

On the contrary, Carlos said, we are trying NOT to live it, if you know what I mean. Narco socialism means you give drugs away to people that need them, and so you are opening yourself up to abuse that way, and also to mistrust when people can’t get their doses for some reason. That’s something to be careful of here, that once you start giving people doses you are somewhat responsible for what happens with them, to a certain degree anyway. They have to make up their own minds if they want to chase drugs or if they can handle being maintenance for a while and getting on with things that aren’t drugs. You can still work in the drug trade and maintain, that’s what a lot of people intend to do, and for sure we would attract a lot of people that currently sell to smoke or sell to feed their habits. What do you want to do with them, necessarily?

I did the line of coke and sat back, sniffing loudly and involuntarily to clear my nostrils. Jacklin gave me an odd look and I shrugged and said whatever and then looked up at the clock. It was getting closer to when people would be here and the demons are still as demanding as ever. Every set of them wants this and that intuitively and you can’t say no to them all at once, you have to say no to them piecemeal or else they will pull you apart. I went swimming with Alicia in the pool, thinking about where people would be looking, and what their idea would be of coming to a remote “resort” for a two day policy jag, just them and five of their colleagues or cohorts or peers, or authority figures, whatever you want to say, we had five women descending on us in a short amount of time. It was de rigeur for them to try the drugs, and for them to formulate an opinion on maintenance drug use and maintenance states of mind. We were partying but we are also maintaining as there is a lot of money riding on what happens in this space, not only for the person who owns the building but for the people inside of it right now, me and the demons (I call them people because they ARE people, just not all the time, they are hybrid models going in and out of human status and into the mythic and back in the astral and then back to the corporeal bounds that they have learned to transcend with drugs as well as the beliefs in their minds and the beliefs of others).

The first thing to do with people coming was to make sure the bedrooms were accounted for and to decide who would be sitting where. The demons were going to dress up as help for the duration (even though they are boss), and so they are keen to see how people treat them for not knowing who they really are. That is one puzzle of the weekend. The other puzzle is sex, should it be allowed to happen. Should I sleep with people or not.

Alicia interrupted. We aren’t stopping are we?

Maria interrupted. We aren’t stopping are we?

I didn’t shrug but looked studiously between my toes. So the answer is don’t for the moment, or don’t at all…

Use your fucking head Carlos said. Think about it. You fuck one woman on the first round, one on the second and one on the third and then you put all three of them together in a room. Do you think that will work? Stick with demon pussy.

Alicia laughed. Stick with demon pussy indeed, why don’t you come and lay down with me for a little while and lick my box? I was just online with some guys and they weren’t doing it for me, they just want to ogle and don’t appreciate me the way you do, Ruben. Come over here and do something for Alicia please dear.

Maria averted her eyes as I stood up slowly, Carlos looking to Jacklin who shrugged and made a motion with their hand and the nieces floated thru in chimeric garb to signal the end of the discussions, everyone heading to various postures with which to stroke the remaining hours of the day, Alicia and I to the bedroom where we embraced and kissed slowly, her serpentine breath on my face as I knelt to the ground and put my face in her muff, her gorgeous midriff of wild pussy hair, smelling her demonic inside with deep abandon, finding her clit with my tongue and swaddling it in my mouth, swathes of her pussy sopping and moist as she moaned and rubbed my face forcefully in her pubis, her cunt lips suffusing my nose and mouth as my tongue went into her slit sublime, deep into her vagina and then into the dry musk of her anus, spreading her ass cheeks and opening her hole to just the right angle where my tongue could act as a rigid instrument, stimulating her anus until she groaned and lay down on the bed for me to feast for another twenty minutes of licking and sucking and moaning, turning me around to suck my dick and finding me turgid and hard, Alicia all smiles with the coy admonition that Maria must have saved her some and I grunted and tried not to come.

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