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They arrived at Antonio's imposing upscale house on the far side of town. The lawyer lived in a large two-story brick house with a gated parameter and obvious security cameras.

"Well, Antonio is certainly living comfortably," Zafira observed.

"Yeah, at his brother's expense," Cole sourly replied.

"He either must not like visitors or he has something to hide."

Cole observed the premises. "How do we get to him? We don't even know he's inside."

"Leave that to me. You stay here," Zafira said.

Zafira slid from the car and walked to the gate. She fluffed her hair, adjusted her bust line, and then rang the buzzer while smiling for the camera.

A man's voice emerged from the small intercom a few moments later. "Who's there?" the voice said.

"Hi, my name is... Jenny. I represent the superiors of the late Travis Dunham and I'm here on their behalf. I'm here to discuss new potential business."

"Come inside," the voice said.

The steel gates opened. Zafira gave Cole a wink and a smile, and then proceeded towards Antonio's front door.

Cole shook his head in amazement. "She makes it look so easy," he said to himself as the gates closed behind her.

Before Zafira could knock, a dark skinned man wearing a navy blue robe opened the door. Antonio looked to be fresh from a shower, his hair still wet and combed to one side. His eyes scanned her up and down. He marveled at her perfect body, and hungered. She also gazed upon him with hungry eyes.

"Please, right this way," he said, inviting her inside.

Zafira walked in. Antonio closed the door behind her. The interior was very upper-class, complete with an ivory-white grand piano in the living room, and impressive-looking paintings, sculpture, pottery, and other modern art pieces throughout the house. Antonio, it would seem, was quite the art buff.

"So, what is it you wish to discuss?" he asked.

Zafira turned toward him, invading his personal space. She drew a line with her index finger down his chest through the small gap in his robe. "First I'd like to discuss where the bedroom is."

"Pleasure before business, I like it!" he said eagerly. "Come. It's right upstairs."

He took her hand and led the way up the stairs to the master bedroom. Inside were a large four poster bed, sumptuous bedroom furniture, and an attached master bathroom with a large Jacuzzi tub.

"Classy," Zafira said as she left Antonio's hand and sat on the edge of the bed. She kicked off her stilettos, and then pulled up the skirt of her dress to her waistline. Antonio was instantly aroused by the sight of her alluring trimmed pussy in plain view. She lightly rubbed on her clit with her index finger, enticing him to come touch her.

And touch her, he did.

Antonio walked to her and knelt between her legs. The sweet smell of her sex was intoxicating. He touched her swollen clit with his tongue while she manipulated herself. His tongue worked with her fingers to quickly arouse Zafira. Her pussy juices flowed like a steady stream, coating his chin while he lapped at her clit.

She grabbed the back of his head, tangled her fingers within his hair, and bucked her hips against his face. It was hard for Antonio to breathe, but he was not about to complain. He ingested her sweet nectar like manna straight from Heaven. Zafira whimpered softly while Antonio drank of her dripping sex.

Antonio stood and disrobed. With his cock hard and his balls tight, he pressed his tip at her entrance and plunged deep inside her. Her warm damp pussy clenched around his cock like a vice.

"My God! You are so tight, baby!" he praised her.

Zafira rolled her eyes. "Spare me the pillow talk and fuck me!"

She commanded, and he obeyed. He pulled her legs onto his shoulders and leaned forward. Antonio thrust into her, faster and faster, with long deep strokes. His pelvis slapped hard against her pussy while she dug her fingernails into his shoulders.

Zafira's pleasure built to a crescendo. She screamed, loudly, and again. Her orgasms cascaded into an avalanche of sexual bliss while Antonio fucked her.

With a quick twist, Zafira rolled over. "Lay on your back," she ordered.

Antonio positioned himself as directed. She hastily mounted him. His long dark cock slid easily between the slick folds of her slit. She lifted her red dress over her head in one swift motion and tossed it to the floor.

Antonio's hands grabbed hold of her silky soft mounds. Her erect nipples grazed his hungry palms. The bed squeaked loudly beneath them as Zafira bounced on his shaft with increasing ferocity.

She felt him tense, and she was ready to feed -- but suddenly, the bedroom door opened.

"Well, what do we have here?" asked a wavering voice.

Zafira looked over her shoulder to see a woman with long black hair in a white silk nightgown standing in the doorway holding a glass of wine.

"Shit! This isn't good," Zafira thought. In her haste to consume Antonio's soul, she forgot to check to see if anyone else was in the house.

"Come on in, honey," Antonio invited.

The woman stumbled a bit towards the bed. It was apparent that she had too much to drink.

"So, is she the latest purchase?" she asked.

"Nope, she's here to discuss future transactions."

"So she's an appetizer then?" The woman rubbed her hands across Zafira's breasts.

"Well this certainly is a surprise," Zafira thought to herself. "Maybe I won't have to kill her... yet."

"I'm Jenny, and you are?" Zafira asked.

"Clair," the woman answered, dropping her nightgown.

Zafira looked at this woman's naked body, and wet her lips. Clair's breasts were large, but fake, with tiny brown nipples floating on pale areolas. She showed an enticing hourglass figure, a flat stomach, and a completely bare pussy.

"Surely you don't think you get to keep her all to yourself.Do you, Anton?" Clair said with a coquettish smile and wink.

"I wouldn't think of it," he replied.

Clair climbed into the bed beside Zafira. Taking Zafira's nipple into her mouth, she suckled her while Antonio resumed thrusting inside her. Zafira ran her fingers through Clair's long thick hair while Clair fed off her breasts. Clair raised her head and planted her lips right on Zafira's. Their tongues tangled together while Zafira touched Clair's bald pussy, already slick from arousal.

"I have an idea I think we all can enjoy," Zafira said slyly.

Zafira motioned for Clair to lie on her back. She then spread Clair's legs and crawled between them. Zafira's fingers spread the folds of Clair's nether lips wide and lashed at her wet pussy with her tongue. She made long tender licks that quickly escalated into intense sucking of Clair's throbbing button.

"My pussy wants to be fucked more, Antonio," Zafira said suggestively before she dove back into Clair's sweet sex.

Antonio wasted no time. He positioned himself behind Zafira and inched his hungry cock inside her. Zafira mewled into Clair's pussy as Antonio picked up speed. Antonio's rhythmic thrusts slammed Zafira's face repeatedly into Clair's crotch. The room was a sinful symphony of lewd sex noises, between Clair's moaning, Zafira humming into Clair's pussy, and Antonio slapping Zafira's ass.

Zafira slithered her unnatural tongue deep into Clair's vagina. Very deep. Clair let out the scream of a banshee when Zafira's tongue lightly brushed against her cervix. Claire's orgasm wracked her mind and body. Zafira's tongue lapped at her spent pussy, ingesting all of her sweet arousal.

It seemed the orgasm and alcohol were too much for Clair. She passed out right after she climaxed.

"Not the first time for that," Antonio snickered. "Fucking lush."

Zafira turned over. "I guess we'll have to finish this party by ourselves then."

Antonio climbed on top of her again, staring into Zafira's face. Her eyes flashed red briefly, then back to brown.

"What the..."

Antonio's speech halted, his face now completely free of expression.

"Oh. Oh no." Zafira said with a sorrowful tone in her voice. "I had no idea you had that locked away in that pea brain of yours. You son-of-a-bitch!"

Zafira rose from the bed. Antonio remained motionless, and Clair was still passed out cold.

"How should I handle this?" Zafira asked herself as she paced around the room. After a few minutes of pondering, Zafira devised her answer.

Antonio's body came to life under Zafira's control. Like an automaton, he walked to a nearby desk drawer. He pulled out a piece of paper and a pen, and started writing. When he finished, he put the paper into an unmarked envelope and handed it to Zafira.

"That will do nicely. Now then, time to finish this."

Zafira sat on the edge of the bed. Antonio positioned himself between her thighs. He seized her hips. His cock slipped inside her. He fucked her with mindless bestial abandon. Zafira's horns and wings extended outward, preparing for his soul to be released inside her. He groaned and twitched and shot his cum deep inside Zafira's demonic pussy. His body shriveled instantly and collapsed to the floor.

Zafira sat up and peered at the desiccated husk formerly known as Antonio Santana. "You deserved much worse."

Satisfied, Zafira regained her composure and got dressed. She leaned over Clair's unconscious body. "You're in for quite a shock tomorrow. I don't know who will find your shriveled up husband first, you or the police. Either way, you're taking the fall for the night club murder. I can't thank you enough, Clair. It is, however, a fitting end for someone who enslaves young women for her own sexual pleasure."

Zafira dressed then collected the envelope and walked downstairs. She strolled into a small office filled with files and literature, all neatly organized. At the room's center was a large desk where Antonio spent most of his time. She opened the bottom drawer of the desk and extracted a small black lockbox. With a snap of her fingers, the box popped open. The 9mm Belgian revolver and its forged registration papers in Antonio's brother's name were inside.

"That should be easy enough for them to find," Zafira said to herself.

She left the opened lockbox on the desk and walked out the front door to Cole's car.

"What took so long?" Cole asked.

"I had an unexpected run-in with Antonio's wife," Zafira replied as she got in passenger side.

"Oh? Is she..."

"She's alive, but come tomorrow she will wish she wasn't."

"Why?" Cole asked.

"I'll explain on the way back to Markus' house. I've got a special delivery for him."