The Young Demon

My name is Minerva, but now I am in a human named Stephanie. The devil himself couldn't get me out of this body if he came up here to drag me out of it himself. I was stuck, this girl... she was barely out of the house, barely legal, and she killed herself on a bad dose of drugs. I could tell she hadn't been on anything for very long. She was spunky, seemed to have an extra swing in the pony tail. Too bad I was going to change that. I had heard so many stories as I tortured some young souls, apparently their lives went down hill at college, and that gave me the opportunity to change this girl into who I always wanted to be.  I got comfortable in this girls body, was able to use her laptop, I searched big things, like shows and funny things, and learned a lot the first day I was in her body. The second I decided to jazz up my new human suit. I found hair dye, turning this girls brown hair into black, cutting it short and getting gel so I could style it however I wanted. I got dark tight clothes, and I made sure that I made eyes at every cute looking guy I could find. I could see some girls with the men start to hold onto them tighter but I just would laugh and keep on walking by. I saw some girls in a really nice shop and saw some adverts for piercings and tattoos. As soon as I saw that I was inside, drawing what I wanted the guy to put over my neck, it had to be the back of the neck. That way the big boss man couldn't grab me and pull me back to hell. I was now stuck in this body until someone killed me. Or I guess, I died in it. "You know, some girls want their first tattoo to be a flower, or a star, or something cute." The guy was tattooing my neck said before he wiped something off and then getting to the point tip of the star. "I am sure, some girls these days haven't had the ideas of something like this before. Plus, I am not that scared of pain." I told him as he started to make one of the circle symbols. "How old are you again?" "Older than you would guess." I teased before telling him. "19."  I told him and made sure that he wasn't freaking out like I lied on my little form. He took another 15 minutes to finish up the last two symbols at the end of the points of the star. Once he was done he wiped it down, took a picture with his phone to show me exactly how it looked and I made sure that we were good with the entire design.  It was perfect, I could live this life, however I wanted. As soon as I left I looked for ways to make money, and that came easy, it was time to dance and torture men who couldn't touch. It was easy with the body I had taken over to get the job, I had done some partying in the underworld and it was so much fun, and now I would tease, smack, and push men away when they wanted more. I had to admit, there were some that increased my libido cravings. I had ideas, and some were just as degrading as I was. I was in this body, offered more money for private shows, and some of the men wanted to just watch me. It was a thrill, with every 20 he threw at me I would pull a string, I would grope another body part... it was invigorating. And here I was, on this mans lap, getting off on getting him to rise against my ass. I could feel him, but he and I both knew the rules, he wasn't going to do anything to me here. Before I could turn around on his lap there was a knock at the door. This man popped his head in and I raised my eyebrow at him. He didn't work here, he probably worked for this guy. "Your uncle is calling you home Javier." I raised off the guys lap when he sighed and seemed ready to be done. "Let me have 5 more minutes to enjoy this... beauty." Javier called out and I smiled at the guy who just took a moment before closing the door. "I apparently have to go. However you my little morsel, are good enough to keep on retainer when I want you. I am sure I can pay you more than these men here do in a week. Name your salary." "I make at least 2500 every week." I told him and he nodded before smirking. "Then you wouldn't mind making 10k a month for some nights with more than just dancing." "Are you talking p**********n Javier whatever your last name is?" I asked him, and I had no morals,  but I wanted to be sure that this guy was on my level of thinking. "Think of it more of a sugar baby relationship." He winked and I smirked but crossed my arms. "And if I can't make it for whatever college reason?" I asked him and he smirked back. "Do you really need college when you look like you?" He asked and raised his hand to my face and I smiled as he got a card out of his pocket. "Call me when you get off, or text me your name little one, and we're going to get along with the first appointment." He tipped my chin up and kissed my jaw. "And your last name is? Just so I can leave it with a post-it incase I never come home." I teased and he laughed as he moved to put the rest of his cash pile on the table. "Del Torro." I had heard the name, and looking at him now I could see the resemblance. They were famous for torture in the underworld. His father killed women, men, and children and what he saw when he was with me, was his family being blown up. This kid couldn't have been more than 10 when I would see his face. "I might just see you around." Would they be the family I would need to find to settle my torture side? Maybe my libido too. It would be fun, very fun by the look of Javier.