The Shoggoth Secret - Lovecraftian Erotica (11 page)

“I sent Greta and Lisa out to
pick up some clothes for Britney. They said they could probably gauge
her size correctly. We looked at the outfits on some of that anime
you were talking about and they're going to try to put together
something close to it.”

“That's great. I think we need to
change her name though. Britney was that other body and neither the
name nor the body belong to her,” Jacob said, pointing at the
reshaped girl.

“Do you have a preference for a
new name?”

“Something short and sweet.
Preferably something with sexual overtones. How about we call her
Candy?”

“Candy it is then,” Kelly
said. “I'll make sure she knows her name and responds to it.”

Kelly walked over to Candy and started
talking to her. She locked her gaze on Candy's and went silent for a
moment. Then she continued speaking.

Jacob wandered into the kitchen and
grabbed some breakfast. By the time he was done, Greta and Lisa had
returned. Jacob watched as Candy dressed, when she was done he was
shaking his head.

Poor guys out there, anyone she decides to proposition is going
to have one hell of a time turning her down. Now to start convincing
her to earn her keep on her back.

“So, Candy. What are you going to
do now?” he asked.

She looked blankly at him.

“Well, you can't stay here all
the time. You should come back here at night, but the rest of the
time you need to have something to do. Preferably something to earn
your keep.”

“What should I do? Part of me
remembers working with wood, but that seems like a dream. What can I
do to earn my keep?”

“Well, what are you good at? What
are you good for?”

Keith's prejudices were still strong,
even in the mind that had decided it was female.

“I'm good for making guys happy,
making them cum. Just look at me.”

“Then that's what you should do.
If you don't know how, I'm sure we can figure it out.”

“Okay, I'll think about it for a
while.”

Candy spent time talking to Greta,
Lisa, and Kelly. When she finally came back over to Jacob, she had a
very specific question.

“How do I ask guys about that
without getting in trouble with the police?”

“You need to use a question that
gets your meaning across without being too blatant. In the movies you
always hear 'Looking for a good time?' or something like that. Then
give them a minute or two before you tell them your price.”

“What should my price be?”

“Candy, you need to work this all
out yourself. Don't undersell yourself but don't ask for too much
either. If they don't complain about how much you charge, try raising
the price for the next guy. I've never hired someone for sex, so I
just don't know where you should start.”

“Alright,” Candy said.

By the end of the day Candy had left
the apartment to attempt to ply her new trade. She returned in the
early morning hours. Jacob was still awake since Greta and Lisa had
been vying for his attention all night. He was exhausted from
switching between the two of them while the other watched.

Candy spilled a handful of bills onto
the table.

“Is that enough to earn my keep?”
she said.

“How much is there?”

“I don't know, I didn't count
it.”

Jacob sat down and piled the bills by
denomination.

“Five hundred and fifty dollars?
How much were you charging?”

“Not enough until after dark. I
didn't get anyone complaining about the price until almost ten
o'clock. They changed their mind after they'd had me though and paid
in full.”

* * *

That set the pattern for the next week.
As far as Jacob was concerned, there was no way a whole week could
have passed, but when Kelly was due to pick up the suitcase of cash,
he went with her.

“I think he'll feel better
handing it over to a man. That's just the impression I got while
working with his mistress,” Kelly said.

They arrived at Ashley's house and she
greeted them at the door.

“I've missed you,” she
said, pouting at Jacob.

“Well, you can come home with us
tonight if you want. I think we'll be getting a bigger place soon
after we get the cash.”

“I'll go pack,” Ashley
said, and darted up the stairs.

Kelly led the way to a home office,
paneled in dark woods. The desk was a heavy, massive thing and the
couch was done in black leather.

Standard gentlemen club furnishings,
Jacob
thought.
Or at least this is what I think that would look
like.

A man sat at the desk, his face was
pinched and he wore glasses. Jacob was pretty sure it was Ashley's
father. A second man sat on the couch, a girl in his lap. The second
man had a build that suggested he enjoyed throwing cars around on his
day off.

“Mr. Malone?” Kelly said,
“This is my principal. I thought you'd prefer to deal with him
instead of me.”

Mr. Malone looked up at Jacob from the
couch. He pushed the girl off his lap and stood.

“So, you're the guy who figured
this thing out?” he asked.

Jacob swallowed and nodded.

“I had a little help from Kelly
here. I couldn't have done it without her. She was the first that
managed to Change,” Jacob said.

Mr. Malone moved towards Jacob like a
juggernaut.

Shit, I swear I can feel the floor shaking under his feet,
Jacob thought.

“Molly here tells me it didn't
hurt at all and I got to try her out last night,” Mr. Malone
leered. “I just wanted to thank you and tell you that I'm sure
we'll be steering more business your way.”

He turned to the man at the desk.

“Adam, pay the man. I may never
spend a pile of cash on something better than this.”

Mr. Malone stuck out his hand, it
looked like a side of beef to Jacob, but he only hesitated a moment
before moving his own hand to clasp it.

It feels like I stuck my hand in a catcher's mitt. Except this
mitt could crush my fingers without even thinking about it.

Mr. Malone gave Jacob a firm handshake,
transferred a small, hard object to Jacob's palm, and then withdrew
his hand. Jacob caught himself before looking to see what had been
placed in his palm. He was trying, very hard, to do nothing that
would offend this mountain of a man.

“C'mon Molly, we're headed back
home.”

The girl on the couch slithered to her
feet in a move Jacob would have found incredibly intriguing if
circumstances were different. She attached herself to Mr. Malone's
arm and they left the room.

Jacob heaved a sigh of relief and
glanced in his hand. It held a small, silver key. He turned to Adam.

“There's the matter of my fee,”
Adam said.

Jacob turned to Kelly, who shook her
head.

“There was no mention of a fee
beforehand. I'd hate to think I needed to call Mr. Malone back here
to clear up any discrepancy,” Jacob said.

Adam's face pinched even tighter.

“Perhaps you're correct. Here it
is.”

He placed a briefcase on the top of his
desk. Then gave Jacob an evil smile.

“Although I don't have the key to
open it. Perhaps you'll need to go talk to Mr. Malone yourself.”

Jacob held up his hand, the key held
between his thumb and forefinger.

“You mean this key? No, I don't
have to go talk to him.”

Kelly slid the briefcase from the desk
and turned to leave. Jacob backed to the door and followed her
through. They hurried down the stairs towards the front door. Ashley
stood there, a single suitcase on the floor beside her.

“Daddy, I'm leaving now. Bye,”
she called.

The three of them left the house and
quickly got into Jacob's car.

“Damn it, I'm soaked with sweat,”
Jacob said. “I thought I was going to have a heart attack. Did
you see the size of that guy?”

“I think you did quite well,”
Kelly offered. “We did get what we came for, didn't we?”

“I don't know, lets get a few
blocks away before we check though, okay?”

Jacob started the car and drove to the
first convenience store he saw.

“Alright, here's the key. Open it
up and let's make sure we didn't get ripped off,” he said.

He handed the key to Kelly who unlocked
the briefcase and opened it. The three of them simply stared for a
moment. Bands of hundred dollar bills filled the briefcase.

“Should we count them?”
Ashley asked. “There ought to be ten thousand of those
suckers.”

“Count the bundles real quick.
There ought to be a hundred of those,” Jacob said. “We
can go through them all after we get home.”

A quick count showed that it was all
there, assuming the bands of bills each held a hundred hundreds.

“I hope they aren't counterfeit,”
Jacob said. “I suppose we'll find out the first time we try to
spend one.”

“They better not be,” Kelly
said. “I told him I wanted real money. Plus, look at them, half
of them are well circulated.”

“We'll find out.”

* * *

The table was scattered with bundled
stacks of hundred dollar bills. Jacob had taken the time to count
each bundle and now he knew for sure that he was staring at a million
bucks, or the counterfeit equivalent of it. He still wasn't sure that
the mob wouldn't screw them like that.

“There's no need to worry,”
Kelly said.

“Are you reading my mind again?”

“Kind of difficult not to when
you're thinking about something that hard.”

“So tell me then, why is there no
need to worry?”

“Because Mr. Malone showed up in
the middle of the week while I was training his mistress how to
change. He was irritatingly insistent about a few things and I ended
up Changing him as well. I know I can trust him because of that.”

Jacob winced.

“You're messing around with mob
enforcer's minds now?”

“No, I messed around with the
mob's chief enforcer. We'll see no trouble from them on the physical
front and, if need be, Mr. Malone can escort other mob leaders to me
as their 'protection' and we'll Change them as well.”

Jacob sighed.

I know she can do what she says, but I still thing it's a bad
idea.

“I want to go on record as still
thinking dealing with the mob is a bad plan,” he said.

“That's fine Jacob. You don't
mind if we use their recommendation for a Realtor though, do you?
Ashley was saying buying a house with cash would attract more
attention than we like, so I asked Mr. Malone to recommend one after
he was Changed.”

“Fine, fine, whatever you like.
It seems that you'll do whatever you like no matter my opinion.”

Kelly looked dismayed for a moment.

“I haven't ever gone against
something you told me to do, I only followed my own instincts when it
came to a difference in opinions,” she said.

“I know, and your instincts have
been quite good. That's why I'm not packing my bags and running for
the west coast. I'm just worried, and afraid of what they could do to
us.”

“Nothing, if I have my way. As
each of the mob leaders comes to have a woman changed, I'll change
them as well. If my plan works, we will be making the decisions for
them. We can use their network to look for sign of the Old Ones, and
to find the people we'd prefer to change.”

“Don't tell me this!” Jacob
shouted. “Now you want to take over the mob? Are you insane?”

He ran into the bedroom and closed the
door behind him. Lisa was lying on the bed. She glared at him when he
came in.

* * *

“You've been avoiding me all
week,” Lisa said.

“Um ...” Jacob replied.

“Was it that thing with the cock?
If that bothered you, why did you fuck my ass that night?”

Jacob had recovered from his initial
shock.

“I thought I knew you, but that
night I found out I didn't. I mean, you're hot and everything, but it
was kind of a shock, I always thought you were sweet.”

“What, a girl can't be sweet
sometimes and a royal bitch others? You better tell the rest of the
women in the world that because I'm not about to.”

“You impressed a Shoggoth with
your perversity, okay? It kind of threw me.”

“I'm not the only one that's done
that. Kelly's spoken glowingly of your own ideas in that regard. You
don't see it discouraging me, do you?”

Jacob's mouth dropped open for a
moment, then it snapped shut. He stopped and thought.

“Somehow, she brings out the
darkest and worst of my fantasies. Just knowing that she'd gladly
submit to them or help me bring them to fruition encourages that. I
don't like that side of myself very much, but I'll admit it exists,”
he said.

“Well, I had a very personal
grudge against Keith. Kelly gave me an opportunity to even the score,
so I did.”

“I'm sorry I've been avoiding
you. I admit that I was, but I'm not any more. Kelly has me running
scared now.”

“What's she done this time?”

Jacob told her all about the
conversation he'd just had.

“So, what's the problem?”
Lisa asked.

“What if we get caught? They'll
never even find our bodies.”

“I thought Kelly promised to
protect you, didn't she?”

“Yes, but ...”

“But nothing! I don't think the
mob could manage to kill her with anything they've got. All she needs
to do is touch them, or even just get any of her bodily fluids on
them, and they're hers, yours too. You should be thanking her. You
were worried about money and protection. Getting a handle on the mob
will give you as much of both as you could ever want.”

“Do you really think so?”
Jacob asked.

“I know so. Remember I'm becoming
more like her all the time. Already, I can't catch any virus or
infection that could sicken a human. In time, like her, I'll be able
to repair any damage done to me. She can repair internal damage in
the time it takes her to think of doing so. It's only exterior
changes that take a while, it takes longer to make sure something
looks exactly the way you want than it does to just make sure
something works.”