PENNY
PART ONE: The Demon's Angel
CHAPTER ONE
Her heels echoed off the walls as she walked down the hall, following a tall, balding man with a long nose and thick eyebrows. He was dressed in a br0wn tweed suit and was the principal of the new school she was attending.
Penelope Wisenhower was going into the sixth grade, only she didn't so much look twelve. Her body was much too developed and her mass of make-up made her look so much older. She had to be no younger than fifteen. Dressed in a leather skirt that barely reached the end of her butt, a low-cut skin-tight tank-top that exposed most of her cleavage and her stomach, a leather motorcycle jacket, and knee-high leather black boots, she looked to be a hooker rather than student. Occasionally, the principal escorting her would look back just to get a good look at her again, looking especially at her torso where her overly-sized breasts were popping out of her shirt.
"Where did you say you were from, Penelope?" asked the principal. Her hands were stuffed in the jacket pockets.
"It's Penny, and none of your business," she retorted. The principal glared at her before taking one last look at her body and turning his head.
He stopped in front of a door, then turned the knob. But before he twisted it open, he murmured to Penny, "Stay here."
She obeyed when he walked into the class. She looked at her surroundings. The walls were off-white and the floors were a light brown linoleum. Each door was brown with a small little window above the room number.
The principal came back out and escorted Penny in.
The class full of sixth graders fell silent and dropped their jaws, including Miss Douglass, the sixth grade teacher, and a tall elder woman.
"Class, I'd like you to meet Penelope Wisenhower." Penny shot the principal a look of death for incorrectly introducing her. The principal cleared his throat, startled by her stare. "Penny, why don't you tell the class about yourself?" The look vanished from Penny's face as she walked to the front of the class, every set of eyes following her. She smiled a dazzling smile and looked out into the sea of young, innocent children. Oh how each one of those children looked so appetizing to her. She kept from licking her perfect, red lips.
However, there were three boys sitting in the back who looked to be about her age, maybe a little younger.
See, I told you there wouldn't be a problem. You don't stand out too much, the demonic voice whispered in her head.
He was right. Almost. She definitely stood out. Dressing up as a hooker definitely did drop jaws, just like she'd expected. Well, she definitely could not dress as she normally did, or that would really cause attention.
"I have nothing to say," she said sweetly, turning her head to the principal. The sparkle in her ocean blue eyes made his knees weak. His breath became heavy as he stared at her, wanting to handle her the way he had always dreamed of handling a woman. In a way he couldn't even handle his own wife.
"Jacob, are you okay?" asked Miss Douglass softly. Penny cocked her head to the side, eyes still sparkling and lips still grinning.
The principal nodded his head and quickly ran out the classroom. Suddenly, murmur began to rise from the students. Penny looked back into the chatty crowd and landed her gaze on one of the older boys. He was sitting next to a dark-haired boy who wore suspenders and a white shirt and dark trousers. The older boy caught her gaze and stared back, almost fazed by it. He glanced her down, landing on her bust for bit a longer than anybody should have and continued down her long legs.
"Miss Wisenhower, you can take any empty seat you find that pleases you," Miss Douglass said, still gawking at Penny. She turned her head and nodded.
"Thank you ma'am," she said politely and walked down to an empty desk in the middle row and forth desk from the wall. Each of the five rows bore six desks. She sat down, with the students still staring at her incredible beauty and outrageous clothing.
Penny looked at each and every kid in the room and her hunger grew. A satisfied grin spread across her face as she folded her hands together on her desk. When she met each child's eyes, they quickly turned their gaze to the front of the class where Miss Douglass had taken Penny's place.
I'm starving. I need to eat. I'm going to fall ill again, she said in her mind to the other demonic voice.
I know, I know. But not yet. Let's toy with them. We'll pick a few here and there, but it's been thirty years since we've had any fun. The voice chuckled and Penny narrowed her eyes slightly, really glaring inside her head.
But I'm starving! I haven't had anything to eat! I almost died during those thirty years! You're willing to put me through that again?
Calm down, Penny. You'll get those damn brats. I want to toy with their minds first. Make them go insane, then we can eat them.
We?
Yes, we, the demonic voice inside her head sneered. I've been waiting thirty years as well.
But you weren't on your deathbed!
Just shut up and pay attention. Don't blow your cover. They'll think you're insane.
Nobody will figure it out, Pennywise, you moron. Or should I call you Robert Gray? A slight grin spread across her lips, making it seem like she were paying attention to Miss Douglass, but really mocking the voice inside her.
I gave you food! Don't you dare talk back to me, you little bitch!
Penny's smile dropped and a frown took it's place.
Suddenly, she raised her hand.
"Miss Douglass, may I use the restroom?" she asked sweetly, almost too sweet for Miss Douglass to pass up. But she let her go anyway. As Penny stood, all eyes turned back to her.
When she reached the front of the class, a boy had said aloud, "Look at that sexy ass."
Miss Douglass slapped the ruler she was holding on her palm. "Henry Bowers, will you please close your mouth and pay attention," she said sternly. Penny turned her head to see the boy she was yelling at.
It was that same boy who had stared her down. Penny grinned at him while behind Miss Douglass's back.
Henry raised an eyebrow at his teacher. "Excuse me?" he scoffed.
"You heard me," Miss Douglass said timidly, yet still trying to hold up her authority.
"No one tells me to shut up," Henry retorted.
"Henry, gather your things and go over to the principal's office. I will have none of this backtalk." Miss Douglass crossed her arms in front of her chest and turned away from him as he walked past her. Nobody dared to stare at him, unless they had a death wish, for Henry Bowers was the school's bully, repeating the sixth grade numerous times.
Everybody but Penny did not stare at him. She watched him pass by her, him taking a glance at her body up close and then grinning with satisfaction. Penny followed him out of the classroom.
"Henry Bowers, huh?" she chimed, still grinning at him. Henry raised an eyebrow at her remark.
He nodded his head briefly. "Taking a liking already?" he assumed.
"I might."
"So how old are you, honey? You ain't twelve years old, that I can tell," Henry said, starting a new subject.
"Mmmm…I can tell you I'm not in twelve, but nothing else is any of your business," she said smoothly, still managing to charm him with her brilliant ocean eyes.
And then she'd done it again.
Henry's knees fell weak and he stared at her with such desire, such hunger and eagerness. He wanted her. He wanted to be inside of her.
He pushed her against an empty wall near the bathrooms and closed the space in between them, running his hands all along her body, panting heavily.
"You'd want to," Penny whispered, casting him under her spell.
"Yes, yes," he said. His mouth began to water as his hands ran up her chest.
"You'd want to now," she said.
"Yes! Yes!" Henry exclaimed. Penny chuckled as she let him kiss her neck and down her chest, wanting to dig his face inside her shirt.
She leaned down and whispered into his ear. "Oh I'll have great use for you, Henry Bowers."
And then she swiftly got out from Henry's embrace and trailed down to the girls' bathroom, leaving Henry at the wall, bewildered and stuck in his trance.
She opened the bathroom door and immediately the lights dimmed. She was alone, which was good. She needed to be alone for this meeting. She stared at herself in the long mirror above the sinks that took up one wall.
And then her eyebrows narrowed and a hiss escaped her perfect lips.
"You dare call me a bitch?"
She gripped the long porcelain sink with her hands, her long fingers squeezing it so tight it began to crack.
She saw in the mirror two white-gloved hands come up from behind her and rested on her shoulders.
"I fed you and you were back-sassing me," the same voice from inside her head said aloud.
And then a tall figure came up from behind her. A man disguised as a clown with a white face, tufts of red hair, and a yellow suit appeared in the mirror behind her, still gripping her shoulders.
"Let go of me," Penny hissed again.
The clown was frowning and glaring at her. But his hands ran down her arms, slipping off her jacket.
"Don't even," she warned.
"Henry Bowers? You are a whore," the clown said. Penny growled, but then grinned.
"I know, it's what I do."
And suddenly, the hooker-dressed sixth grader was gone. In her place was a much older woman, a woman with the looks of eighteen or so dressed as a gypsy. Her hair was long and a purple ribbon was tied in her hair like a headband. Another long and much thicker ribbon was tied around her chest, exposing how big her bust was. She wore something that looked like purple panties to match the ribbon in her hair and another clear green ribbon that matched the one tied around her chest was tied around her waist like a belt. A big, silver hoop earring hung in her right ear and silver bangles hung from her wrists. Another silver bangle was hanging from her left foot, resting on her ankles.
She turned to face the tall clown, who's frown had disappeared and was replaced by a wide smile.
"Dance for me, Penny the Gypsy?"
