A Demon in Stilettos (7 page)

The black stilettos moved Coy closer. After placing her hands on her hips, she moistened her full lips. “I’m sure you have no objections.”

He paused. “No. You’re quite the spoiled harlot. I can tell you’re accustomed to having your way.”

Walking slowly toward Johns, Coy unbuttoned the top button of her lab coat. “Is that a bad thing?” she whined.

“No—no, it’s just that one minute you’re demure and innocent, then the next minute, you’re a raging nympho.”

Coy walked up to the chair in front of his desk. She raised her skirt and placed her stiletto clad foot on the seat of the chair. With a deft touch she stroked the trimmed muff between her thighs.

Johns’ eyes widened. He inhaled deeply. There was no sign of panties at all. “So, is this proper lab attire?”

“No,” she cocked her head to one side, “but I brought your lunch.” She parted her lips, then ran her fingers between her legs to collect her wetness. “Can’t have you skipping meals.”

“Mmm, and a delectable dish you are.”He stood up and trotted around his desk. “You disgusting little sorceress.” With narrowed eyes he admitted, “You’re stuck in my mind and you know it. I’m under your vile spell. I must taste you, or die trying.”

Coy placed her glistening fingers to Johns’ lips. Helpless against her, he eagerly accepted her offering. Suckling the length of her fingers, he licked the sweetness of her remains. “How did I get so lucky?”

With a sigh, Coy narrowed her fiery eyes. “Don’t you know, Baron? We have chemistry.” Again, she shoved her fingers into the balmy cavern. Jabbing forcefully, she shuddered beneath her own pleasure. Parting her lips, she panted ferociously. On the wings of orgasm, she jutted forward. “Quench my fires,” she demanded.

Coy stimulating herselfexcited Johns.He gasped. When she dipped her fingers once more, his trousers grew too small. Quickly, he pulled back his lab coat. “There is no doubt about our chemistry.” Standing between her long thighs he kissed her ruby lips.

With her foot elevated on the chair, Coy displayed her meal, parting her moist folds. “Lunch is ready.”

Johns lowered himself on one knee, grasped her rear, and pulled it near his face. Blissfully closing his eyes, he inhaled the feast that sat before him. Tilting her fleshy folds, he then took a succulent pull.

Coy stiffened above him.Placing her hands in his hair, she then shoved her banquet against his face. Swaying slightly, she purred.

Johns tortured her, prodded diligently; he attempted to fill her needs.

Chapter Seven

A fulfilling lunch with Dr. Johns, and Coy was deeply satisfied. Now, she turned her attentions back to her beloved job. In need of lab supplies, Coy made a quick trip upstairs to Central Supply. Standing behind a high shelf, she patiently counted boxes of gloves and bonnets, stacking them neatly in her arms. Hearing familiar voices on an adjacent isle, Coy raised a brow.

Hector and Erin were not an item, but today they were chummy—very chummy. Realizing they were discussing her, Coy stilled and listened.

“Well, I’m staying out of Coy’s way,” Erin announced aggravatedly. “It’s like—she’s an entirely different person—like, totally ghetto. We don’t eat lunch together anymore. The witch doesn’t even wait for me to take a break. She just does her own thing.”

Hector’s rich inflection met Coy’s sensitive ears. “Yeah, you’re right. Somehow, Coy is no longer, Coy. Everyone notices her, and not everyone likes her new ‘tude.

Erin giggled. “I know, right? She’s demanding and pushy—just so sure of herself. Now, when she strolls down the hall, people actually move out of her way. What’s up with that?”

“Yeah,” Hector barked. “Man it’s like Coy’s in charge, and we’re only here to serve her.”

“Can you believe I’ve tolerated this shit for three whole weeks? People are throwing questions at me, like I have the answers. Some women want to know her secret.”

Hector’s voice became muffled. “That’s for real. Men told me they wanted to trade shoes with Johns, and I don’t blame ‘em. That’s one hot piece of ass.” Hearing quite enough, Coy turned sharply to leave the cramped space. Unfortunately, when she turned the corner, she stumbled over Erin who was getting Petri dishes from a lower shelf.With widened eyes, Erin gasped. “Oh! H—hey Coy.”

With darting eyes, Hector backed up until his back touched the shelf behind him. He ran his fingers through his dark hair. “W—we were just talking about, you.”

Coy narrowed her eyes. “So I hear.”

With eyes glued on Coy, Erin stood up. “I know you overheard us talking.” She turned toward Hector, and then faced Coy. “We’re just concerned about you. Honestly.” Erin grimaced then cast her gaze toward the floor. “We didn’t mean anything we said.”

Putting out an opened palm, Coy pushed past Erin.“Save it. This witch has work to do.”

“I’m sorry,” Erin called.

* * * *

That evening Coy went about her work as usual. Though Erin and Hector had slaughtered her character, she held them no ill will. Finally, Erin approached Coy. Biting her lip, she shoved her hands deep into her pockets. “So, the big play is this weekend, huh?”

Coy pulled off her sterile bonnet, and her mask. “Yep. I’m not sure we’re going. We might be busy that night.”

“Why, Coy?” Erin wrung her hands “You’ve waited months for this play.”

“I don’t know. I’ve kinda lost interest.”

Erin charged forward. “How could you? You told Johns to buy tickets. Your brother, Jacque is starring in this play.”

“Really? Well, okay.” She shrugged. “I guess I’ll go.”

“How could you forget such an important event?” Erin made her lips into a perfect ‘O’. She placed her hands on her hips, “I forgot. You’ve been busy getting your brains screwed out. I guess all that wild sex is affecting your memory.”

“Oh yeah.” Coy smiled pensively. “That Lincoln Johns, sure can fu…”

“Coy VanAlstine. Stop!” She grabbed Coy by the arm and pulled her toward a chair. “Sit down. We need to talk.”

Coy sat down at her desk, and turned her chair toward Erin. “What now? My skirt is too short—my lips are too red?”

“It’s you!” Erin scolded, shaking her finger. “Your weird behavior!”

Coy placed her palm to her forehead. “Let’s not do that same old song and dance.”

Rudely, Erin removed Coy’s hand. “Listen to me, Coy. I’m sorry you heard me and Hector talking, and I’m sorry for treating you like dirt. I deserved a good ass chewing. But, right now
you
need a real friend.”

“And that friend is you, right?”

“Yes! Something is terribly wrong with you. The Coy I know would never have sex in the doctor’s office, in the men’s room, or in the closet. She would
no
t spend her every waking moment, getting off, or having her own way.”

Staring blankly, Coy admitted, “I’m listening,” she shook her head, “but you haven’t said anything that I find a problem.”

Erin placed her finger against her temple. “Let me put it this way. The Coy VanAlstine I know worships Lincoln Johns.”

“I worship him.” She shrugged. “But he worships me more.”

“That’s what I mean. Is your relationship even mutual?”

“Duchess, when you’re hung like Lincoln Johns, you always have an advantage.”

“Coy! All you ever talk about is sex. You do your job. But, where’s the happy medium, here?”

“I don’t know what you’re babbling about.” She shook her head. “It’s not like I’m giving nookie to
all
the men in this research building.”

“But, that’s
all
you talk about. Listen. In three weeks’ time, you’ve had sex with Johns in every inch of this building.”

“And so?” Coy twirled her wrist. “What?”

Erin shrugged. “You have no shame, woman.”

Coy arched a brow. “Should I?”

Erin knelt on one knee before Coy and lowered her voice. “It’s called being discreet. You’re going to get Johns fired. I’ve heard rumors that your job is hanging by a thread. You’ve got to stop!”

“Oh, well,” Coy leaned back in her chair, “in that case, I guess we’ll have to leave the building during lunch.”

“Arrrgh!” Erin yanked her blonde hair. “You don’t get it, do you? You’re hardly fair to Johns. He can’t even catch his breath, before you suck up every inch of him. Ever since you started dressing up, you’ve been like a different person. You’re selfish, demanding and raw. The only time you act like yourself,” she pointed to Coy’s ruby lips, “is when you take off the make-up and heels.”

“Okay, duchess. I’ll prove you and Hector wrong. Tomorrow, its flats and no make-up.”

Erin folded her arms. “I don’t believe you.”

“You’ll see.”

* * * *

On her way home, Coy stopped to get gas. She pulled into a gas station and rolled down her window. Seeing a young man pumping gas she opened her door and called to him. “Hey you.”

The young man was holding the nozzle, but turned in response. “Were you talking to me?”

She lowered her shades. “I don’t see anyone else.”

“Oh.” He turned off his pump and ambled toward her window. “What can I do for you? Are you lost?”

“No, I’m going to let you pay for my gas, then come back and pump it for me.”

The young man leaned into the window and locked eyes with Coy. “Oh, okay. How much would you like?”

“How much money do you have?”

“Well, that depends. I’ve got to take my girl out tonight.”

“Good for you.” She smiled brightly. “In that case, give me about thirty-five dollars’ worth, then take your girl to a burger joint.”

The man stood up, then raised the front of his cap. “Think that’s enough?”

Coy frowned. She put her hand out the window to shoo him away. “Sure. Now, go away. You smell awful.”

“Sorry.” The guy sniffed his armpits. “I just got off from work.”

Looking into her rear view mirror, Coy discovered that Erin had pulled in behind her. Erin got out of her vehicle and closed the door. Folding her arms, she walked over to Coy’s Cadillac. “This station doesn’t have full service, you know.”

“I know.” Coy replaced her shades.

Erin looked inside the glass window of the gas station.She noticed the guy rummaging in his wallet for money. “So, he’s paying for your gas.”

“Yep.”

She shook her head. “And this is okay with you?”

“Yep.”

“Are you going to sleep with him?”

“Nope.”

“Then why are you taking his money?”

“He wanted to pay for my gas. He could have refused, but he didn’t.”

Erin tossed her head, turned, and walked away. “This is sonot happening.”

Chapter
Eight

The next morning when Coy got dressed, as promised, she eliminated the make-up, put on her glasses, and slipped on a pair of flats. After looking in the mirror, she felt ill. “I look so frumpy. This is going to be difficult.” Within minutes she found herself greeting Robert at the guard shack.

“Morning, Robert.”

Robert simply stared.

Coy shrugged. “I said, good morning, Robert.”

Robert mumbled and raised the crossbar. Today, Erin drove inside the gate behind her. They gawked at each other and shrugged. Erin pulled into her parking space and opened her door. “How are you feeling today?”

“I’m good, thanks. I’ve got a little headache.”

Erin grinned. “Really.”

“We’d better hurry. Today I intend to beat my record.”

“For having sex,” Erin mumbled.

“What? Ew!” She snapped her purse closed. “What’s sex got to do with anything? Come on. If we hurry, we can catch a glimpse of Dr. Johns.”

“You can do what?” Erin stopped walking. “Catch a glimpse—you practically screw the man all day long.”

Coy winced. “What’s wrong with you? We’ve never had sex before.”

“You liar. I’ve seen you at least six times, myself.No panties whatsoever, and your legs wide open.”

“You liar! I would never do such a thing!”

“Coy VanAlstine. I’m taking you to see a doctor. Something is wrong.”

“Yeah, with you. Now let’s hurry up. I’ll deal with you later.”

Standing at the elevator, Coy fixed her hair and adjusted her large glasses. “He’s late this morning. I hope we didn’t miss him.”

Erin shook her head. “How could you say such a thing? You guys see each other on the regular.”

“Stop it,” she whispered through her teeth. “He might hear you.”

Sure enough Lincoln Johns turned the corner and headed toward the girls. When he reached Coy, he smiled. “Morning Erin,” then he leaned in close to Coy, “Morning Duchess.”

Goose bumps ran over Coy’s body and she blushed. “Oh, my. I think he’s beginning to notice me.”

“That’s it!” Erin snatched Coy by the arm. “Come with me.”