“Sell your soul to me and I promise you won’t suffer. You’ll work for me, helping me recruit others, until I finally build a big enough army. Then we storm Heaven’s gates and take back Paradise.”
Maybe it was the alcohol. Maybe it was the glimmer in her dark, mysterious eyes.
Or maybe it was just the fact that, despite everything, Job still didn’t truly believe one could actually SELL their soul.
“Fine. So here’s what I want. I wanna be rich, handsome, and able to seduce any woman I please.”
Cozbi smirked. “That’s all? What about fame? Power?”
Job laughed. “Not interested in ruling the world. Fame? Meh. Actors are so phony. Maybe semi famous, though, like a porn star or something. Oh, that reminds me! I’ll want a bigger dick, too.”
“Of course you do. How big?”
“Hmm. Nothing too crazy. Don’t wanna be a freak. Maybe…
Eight inches? Eight and a half?”
“Done.”
“And a decent girth too. And I want my foreskin back. I always resented that doctors took it without my consent.”
Cozbi laughed. “Can’t blame that one on me. Anything else?”
“Yeah. The ability to have multiple orgasms. What’s the point of a big dick if you can’t use it as often as you want?”
“Fine, done. I’ll even give you control of when you orgasm; you can fuck as long as you want, cum on command, and go again immediately. Although you’ll still need a few minutes between orgasms for your body to produce more semen, but even that won’t take long.”
“Fair enough.”
Cozbi again looked at the clock, the second hand ticking slightly faster now. Taking his empty glass, she returned it to its spot under the bottle Lenny was holding just as the first drop of liquid fell from the suspended stream of bourbon.
Her eyes met his as she extended her hand. “So, we have a deal, then?”
Job hesitated only a moment before accepting it. “I guess we do.”
With preternatural strength, Cozbi pulled him to her and, without warning, her lips met his. Her tongue forced its way between them; hot, slippery, and forked.
Breaking the kiss as quickly as she’d initiated it, she took her glass, downed her cocktail, then snapped her fingers.
Job jumped, startled at the noise of the crowded tavern as time resumed to normal. Even over the din, he could hear the clock behind the bar chiming midnight.
Cozbi reached into her cleavage, producing a scrap of paper. “Play these numbers tomorrow. Power Ball is up to almost three hundred million. That should be more than enough, right? The rest of our bargain will kick in tomorrow morning. Go home, get a good night’s sleep. And try not to kill yourself on the drive. It won’t void our deal.”
Her cold hand landed on his shoulder, sharp nails digging into his flesh. “Be seeing you, Job.”
In a flash, she was gone.
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ONE YEAR LATER
“Oh, yeah, baby! Fuck me harder!” Penny looked back at Job as he plowed her sopping wet cunt from behind, her face flushed and perspiring, her eyes wide and excited. He could sense her orgasm was close.
Grabbing tighter to her wide hips, he dug in deeper, pounding her with all eight and a half inches of his perfectly proportioned cock.
The lights were practically blinding, and he too was soaked with sweat, yet his pace never faltered, even as he felt her vaginal walls clench around his girth while the hot spring of her ejaculate forced its way past his shaft to gush out of her fiery hole and mix with the lube and sweat that covered them both.
Penny was wailing loudly, her massive natural breasts swaying wildly as she pushed her entire body back against him, matching the force of his thrusts.
With one last, ear shattering yelp, Penny pulled herself off of him, collapsing on the mattress, panting heavily. “Holy… fuck….”
“Cut!” Jimmy, the director, came over with some towels and bottles of water. “That was fucking amazing, Penny! Great scene. Take a moment, catch your breath. We still need the cumshot.”
Patting Job on the shoulder, he handed him the other towel and water. “How you holding up, Big Guy? You gonna be ready for the grand finale?”
Job laughed as he toweled himself off. “Hey, you know me, Jimmy. No problemo.”
Jimmy grinned widely. “True dat, my man. You’re as dependable as Old Faithful.”
Jimmy turned to Penny. “When you’re ready, let me know, we can set the shot. No rush; we’re ahead of schedule today.”
Penny sat up, still wiping the sweat from her brow. “Jesus, Dirk. I gotta say, I’ve been in this business ten years, worked with some of the best. But I’ve NEVER been fucked like that! I almost passed out for a moment there!”
“Dirk” was Job’s stage name; “Dirk ‘Beefslab’ Silvers,” to be precise. Corny? Yes. But everybody had silly, made up names in the porn industry.
And it was certainly much better than his REAL name, a name he’d left behind the day after claiming his winning lottery payout.
He’d also left behind his old life. The morning after his deal with the Devil, he’d woken up with a brand new body, a brand new face.
Well, not exactly NEW. But most certainly improved. He was leaner, more muscular. His shoulders were broader, his waist more narrow, with a well defined V-shaped torso that tapered down to his now super sized cock.
His face had changed as well. He was still himself, but a more rugged, handsome version. His features were more symmetrical, his jawline more chiseled, his nose smaller and no longer crooked. His eyes were still the same odd mix of green and brown, but were brighter, more intense somehow.
His hair, which had been thinning in the back, was now full and thick with a lustrous sheen.
Job had gone to bed a slacker, and woken up a stud.
He’d had no true friends to speak of, and most of his family was dead, so the day after the lottery money hit his bank account, he was on a jet plane headed for California.
It didn’t take him long to break into the porn business. His first audition with a small, independent company soon led to a deal with one of the larger studios, and his reputation grew quickly.
He was good looking, well hung, able to maintain an erection for hours, cum on cue, and shoot multiple scenes per day.
Producers were soon beating down his door. So were the actresses. Word of mouth about how he could make them orgasm repeatedly had some of the hottest starlets in the business clamoring to shoot a scene with him. Job was more than happy to accommodate them, of course.
It wasn’t just about his dick size; there were guys in the industry far bigger. But Job had a distinct advantage none of his male peers had: the uncanny ability to discern EXACTLY what his partner needed to get off, and when to do it.
He’d had more than a few ladies tell him he was the first to truly make them orgasm during shoots, not just from penetration, but from oral or even fingering as well.
And so Job had finally made something of himself, or at least he certainly thought so. Working in adult films didn’t pay much, but he didn’t need the money.
And while he’d created a name and reputation for himself in the business, the average person didn’t know or care who he was. And he was more than okay with that.
When Job wasn’t “working,” he was spending his free time either on the beach or in the gym. Job wasn’t entirely sure if he NEEDED to work out to maintain his new appearance, but he figured better safe than sorry.
He was still single, of course. But why would he want to be tied down in a relationship when he was not only banging porn stars on an almost daily basis, but free to pick up any other woman he wanted as well?
Even women who didn’t recognize him from his porn movies were drawn to him, and with his improved looks came a newfound confidence and swagger he’d never had before without alcohol.
Yep. Job was living the dream.
That is, until the headaches started.
At first, they were minor inconveniences. But recently, they had become incapacitating. Job had to cancel several shoots because of them, and of course had been to several doctors to find out what was going on.
In fact, there was an appointment later that afternoon to get the results of his MRI.
But first, he had a scene to finish.
Penny, now hydrated and rested, took her position on her knees in front of Job while Jimmy set the camera up for the shot.
Once the angles and lighting were to his liking, Jimmy took his seat behind the camera. “Okay, all set on this end. Penny, whenever you’re ready, hun. Dirk, you don’t have to hold back long, just a minute or two. Then frost her like a birthday cake.”
Penny looked up at Job, her green eyes twinkling under the hot studio lights. “Now I get to find out if your cum tastes as good as I’ve heard,” she grinned.
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“Are you sure, doctor?”
“Unfortunately, quite sure. And while I understand you will still want a second opinion, let me assure you I’ve consulted with several of my peers and we’re all in agreement. The tumor is simply too deep to remove. Now, I can write you some prescriptions, including medical marijuana to help with the pain, but…”
Job’s drive home was a blur. Six months. Six months left. If he was lucky. And how much of that remaining time would be spent bedridden in some hospice care while his brain turned to mush? Even the doctors couldn’t say.
Job should have been surprised to find Cozbi sitting on his front doorstep when he pulled into the driveway, but he wasn’t.
“Rough day?” Her dark eyes smoldered with a gleeful humor.
“You knew about this, didn’t you?” Job growled. “Lured me into a deal while I was drunk and vulnerable, knowing I didn’t have much time left. Or were you the one who gave me the tumor?”
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