When last we say our little Ghoul, she was having fantasies of tracing the white tattoos that spread across his face and under the collar of his starched black shirt. Little Lisa was enjoying some fantasies that would make your cheeks blaze and your eyes water.So what is our little Ghoul up to now?? Read on and find out!!
Part FourOrMoisture? What moisture?
“My name is NOT Mr. Tall, Dark and Tattooed. It’s Lucifer, but you can call me Luce if you wish.” Tall, dark and tattooed said.
“Luce? Seriously? Luce?” Lisa laughed. She knew who More E. was talking about earlier. “Luce? Why not Lucy? Can I call you Lucy??”
The fact that she was being impertinent with Lucifer, not A Lucifer, but THE Lucifer, never lit the light bulb over her head. Lisa flew off into a giggling fit that lead to the long, twisted road of hysterical laughter.
Lucifer stood quietly while Lisa struggled to control herself. It looked like she had finally managed to get herself together when she hazarded a glance at More E. who was sitting perfectly still, her face trapped in the act of thoroughly bitching someone (Lisa) out. Her mouth was a gaping grey wound in a pasty white face, her hair stood out from her head like Medusa’s infamous snakes, frozen in the act of rearranging themselves. The horrific sight set off yet another bout of giggles that ended in guffawing and snorting like a congested pig.
Lucifer just shook his head and propped his ass on the edge of the dark mahogany desk. He knew that Lisa would run out of steam sooner or later, and it wasn’t like he had anywhere he had to be. He was already in the pits of home, exactly where his minions expected to find him.
“Lucy”, Lisa managed to gasp, “I’m calling the devil Lucy!”
Yet more giggles, hysterical and desperate, ensued.
‘Lucy’ stood with is hip cocked and his ass cheek propped against the well-polished mahogany wood. Humming under his breath, he stared of into space, oblivious to anything other than the cute little ghoul who was still in the throes of hysteria.
Finally Lisa got herself under control, an errant giggle escaped from time to time, but mostly the hysteria had disappeared. Wiping her eyes (which seems like a strange thing for a ghoul to do, but ever since the sandwich Momma Fred had given her she seemed more and more like her old, living self), she slowly raised her eyes to the gorgeous bald man still quietly looking her way.
‘So this is Lucifer. Who would have thought that the big, bad evil would be so drop dead gorgeous?’ Lisa thought. ‘I guess drop dead isn’t the correct way to describe him, seeing as how I’m already dead’
“Will you please stop? Do your thoughts always ramble or is this a special thing you’ve developed to drive me insane?” Lucy’s voice was still soft and smooth as velvet, but now it held a note of desperation. Apparently he could hear every single thing that crossed Lisa’s mind.
“Ya think? Yes, I hear EVERYTHING that crosses that little mind of yours.” Lucy was exasperated now, “How about you open your pretty little mouth and actually say something instead of invading my mind like a swarm of gnats?”
‘Swarm of gnats? Little mind? Who the hell does he think he is?’ The thought popped into her head quicker than she could halt it. Fear made her wonder if he was going to roast her tidbits over an open brimstone campfire in some far off reaches of Hell.
Laughter assaulted her from across the room. It was his turn to laugh until the tears ran. He guffawed, howled and screeched with laugher. Soon he was sitting on the floor, laughter cascading from his lips, tears careening down his cheeks like winos down a sidewalk.
Lisa wasn’t sure if she should laugh along with him, because of course of all the contagions in the world, laughter was the worst of all. Unfortunately her wounded pride prevented infection, so she sat, stone faced and brooding, as the Biggest of Big Evils rolled around on the floor.
The beginnings of dampness in her undergarments disappearing as though it never happened.
It truly sucked to be her right at this moment. Usually any moisture associated with a Ghoul was either someone else’s blood and gore or else it was some artificial goop from a squeeze bottle. The fact that her nether regions had dampened on their own, well that said a lot for Mr. Tall, Dark and Tattooed! He was SEXY.
At this second now he was anything but sexy. It was a shame.
Laughter trailed off to the mild giggles, finally dying off to the occasional hiccup. Wiping his eyes, Lucifer glanced up at her and once again had a fit of mirth. Shaking his head, he slowly climbed to his feet. Leaning back against the desk once again, he pulled a blood red silk handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his face. A silly grin plastered to his face, he looked at her and shook his head one more.
“Are you quite done?” The chill in Lisa’s voice would have made an Eskimo pull on an extra parka, but it had no effect on The Big Bad. Which was odd, seeing as how he was the King of Hell and all, not to mention that it was hot enough in this building to make a snake sweat. “Look Lucy, I’m here about an interview, or at least that was what I was told. Now I find out that Ms. Poorbitch wants me to replace her, the poor woman. I don’t see anything the least funny about this situation.”
Lucy, as she dupped him, watched her with eyes as hot as blue fire, which was odd seeing as how his eyes were black earlier when he showed her to the elevator. Not that it mattered.
Or did it?
Aw hell, who cares? He was burning a hole straight through her, not to mention ruining a perfectly good pair of comfortable panties.
“Quite done laughing? Oh yes, I am quite done laughing. “His beautiful lips quirked into a grin. “But I haven’t even begun with you yet. But I’m about to.”
His sensual threat held the promise of an interesting evening.
Will the Brown Eyed Ghoul and the Big Bad exchange body fluids?? Is that even possible?? And what about Death, he’d promised to call our little Ghoul.
Come back soon and you will find the answers to these and other pressing questions of the Nearly Dead!
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