You will have so much love and attention thrown at you. Every man and woman will want you. Does that sound interesting to you?”“Yes. It sounds ...amazing. But how would you do that?”“We will seal the deal with intercourse, and you will sign a contract in blood. On the day you die of natural causes, your soul will belong to me in hell. “Hell? Are you Satan?”“Yes. I am Satan. The deal will take place after you die. After we have sex, you will wake up and be the most desirable woman. She danced with her friends all night, drinking and flirting with her girlfriends and teasing some guys who shied away.It wasn't until the next day at the local coffee shop, Sophie noticed him. He was Muscular and lean, not like the wild muscular bouncer the night before more perfectly chiseled. Her head was sore, her pussy was sore but she noticed him, he had the dark skinned barista bent over a small two seater table, she was gripping onto the table for dear life, and almost in complete bliss. “We certainly won’t,” I say.He nods at my bag and holds out both hands. I take the bag off and give it to him. He turns and presses the nearest wall; a panel opens with the smooth elegance of a machine to reveal a spotless, empty cupboard. Mr White puts my bag inside and closes the panel, which seems to disappear, leaving the wall flawless again.Power surges through me, and I hear my boots creak when I stand on tiptoe as if to stretch up and earth surplus energy in the ceiling. I hear myself. The pork brisket was smelling good about the time everyone started to show up, that was about four in the afternoon, it had been smoking since ten that morning. The music was cranked up and all the ladies where either wearing bikinis or mini skirts. My wife came out to the pool wearing a denim mini skirt and a bikini top. It was the white top that turns see through when wet. I figured she had the botton on too, well that wasn't the case. She sat down in one of the lounge chairs and just before.