Welcome to the casino (part 1)
It had been such a long, long time that Valentino had let him have a day off.
For more than seventy years he had been working under the tall Overlord of lust and depravity. Becoming more and more famous with every show and porn movie that had come out with him starring.
With a deep sigh, the slender spider demon had just taken a long bath. His pimp had reluctantly let him go after he killed the partner he had to have a shoot with, on the set itself.
The bastard somehow hurted him in a bad way, and Angel was the last one to cope with that. He already had enough shit to handle when it came to the Overlord being a complete dick all the time.
Taking out an off-shoulder dress with a deep cleavage and a high split that revealed his lean and soft thigh, Angel put on a long wig. After fixing it in to place, a pair of high red heels adorned his feet.
Applying his make-up, his lips were soon enough red like the blood of his victims.
Grinning towards his reflection, he soon left his apartment. His heels were clicking on the pavement. Winking at some hungry demons that were staring him up and down. With a sway of his hips, he blew them a kiss.
"Now.. where to get some free drinks and money. Fucker didn't pay me as usual."
Walking through the bustling crowd of downtown, his attention was drawn to the sound of coins. Watching the new casino that had opened not that long ago, he purred.
"Bingo."
Walking towards the door, Angel looked at the bouncer. Letting his fingers play over the strong built demon's arm, he smirked when the tall shark pinched the rounding of his ass.
"I'll see ya later handsome. Be sure to not keep me waitin' kay?" He purred while making his way inside.
Getting a toothy grin in return, he knew he had the brainless asshole wrapped around his finger.
"Sucker.." Angel snorted while looking around.
There were slotmachines, blackjack tables, a wheel of fortune, roulette and at the back he saw a few poker tables.
Walking towards the bar, he every now and then 'accidentally' bumped against some of the guests. Pickpocketing with skilled fingers, Angel soon gathered a few hundred bucks.
Arriving at the bar, he ordered a fruity cocktail.
His long legs had crossed while he let his eyes search for some new victims.
Resting his chin on the top of his hand, the alcohol buzzed through his system.
Getting hit on several times, the spider played his cards well. Giving promises of fun times later to the guys.
Slowly getting off his seat, he played around for a while. Winning and losing some at the roulette table, the femme fatale kept emptying pockets around him.
What he didn't know, was that his night would soon take a whole different turn.
Their eyes only locked for only a moment. He was at one of the poker table.
A cigar dangling in the corner of his mouth. Big golden eyes that reminded Angel of the full moon when he was still alive. Dressed in a white shirt, suspenders and black slacks. Shiny Italian shoes on his feet as far the spider could see.
Wearing an old fashioned tophat and a bow tie, finishing the cat demon's looks. Big red wings present on his strong back.
"Shit.. found the fuckin' jackpot of the evenin'," Angel whispered to himself.
Angel's body moved on it's own. Drawn to the cat like a moth to the flame.
The unknown guy was clearly having a blast. Winning several times in a row while he cheekily told the other's to 'read 'em and weep'.
"This is gonna be so easy.. he won't even know I robbed him until it's too late."
Angel moved closer. Letting his fingers slowly slide over the cat demon's shoulders, he leaned down just a bit.
"Hey there handsome, havin' fun?"
Talking in his most sultry and sweet voice, the spider went through the cat's pockets. Finding a few big wads of cash, he slowly pulled on them.
Getting no reply from the cat, the other seemed to be too caught up in his game.
That was until a hand suddenly grabbed on to Angel's wrist. Holding it in a very tight grip, the spider winced and with a yelp he was pulled forward.
Landing in the cat's lap, he gasped when a rough voice spoke in his ear.
"If ya wanna keep those thievin' hands o' yours, ya better smile and put that pretty face to work kid. Distract them while I empty their pockets."
Angel's heart slammed against his ribcage for a few times. Hearing wolf whistles behind him, the spider watched the cat grin widely. Like he just won first prize of something big.
With a soft growl, he whispered back.
"Are ya fuckin' crazy? Lemme go ya asshole. I'm a _guy_. Shit.. don't break my wrist.. I got it.. fuck."
The grip on Angel's wrist loosened. Instead the big claw of the cat slowly moved over the spider's soft thigh under his dress. Sharp claws just barely scratching over the soft skin, until it just rested on the long leg. It made Angel gasp and shiver slightly when the rough voice tickled against his ear once more.
"Does it look like I fuckin' care what ya are?"
Husk had been playing for a few hours straight, doing a few swindles here and there while drinking a few bottles of the top shelf goods. The cat had been in heaven..or something like it at least.
He had noticed the tall demon from the corners of his eyes at the beginning of the evening. Something inside of him had warned him to keep his eyes open. He smirked when his gut feeling seemed to be right.
In the middle of another match, the arachnid had made his move. Feeling arms slink around him, a silky smooth voice asking if he was having fun and hearing the 'ooohs' and 'aahhs' of his opponents, the cat kept his poker face steady and his eyes steeled.
'And there it is,' he had thought to himself while getting ready to strike back.
Feeling nimble fingers start to fish money out, the cat pulled the figure behind him into his lap and smiled widely. Speaking so only the spider could hear him and letting his opponents just think he was getting fresh with a gal, the cat demon looked the Italian over, appraising him.
He had some balls on him to pull a stunt like that, he was damn gorgeous, a spit fire and sharp.
Listening, the cat chewed at the end of his cigar for a moment when he got an idea. Hearing the words of the other about being a guy, Husk snorted and told him more or less he didn't care.
Letting his claw roam with a teasing purr along the soft thigh and slipping just a bit under the hem of the skirt, Husk let a mischievous glint flash across his eyes.
Resting his hand on the leg, smug and amused, the cat hissed into the spider's ear, almost purring. To put it mildly, the spider was a sight for sore eyes even if he was cocky enough to try to rob the Russian.
"Ya like lookin' pretty and getting green don't ya? All ya gotta do is make these chumps think ya gonna go home with 'em. A little verbal slap and tickle if ya will? If ya can do that, I'll promise ya..we'll both go home happy tonight and a little richer. Ya got it..uh..?"
The cat paused and quickly looked the spider up and down, taking a long drag from his cigar and tapping the ash off the stub. Letting his eyes linger on the slender legs a little longer, Husk gave a toothy grin, looking up in the black and pink gems, as he growled a whisper in Angel's ear.
"Legs?"
Hearing the dealer announce a new round, the bartender gave a wink and looked around at the variety of lost souls crowding around the cat's table. He was living it up. He relished the eager and arrogant faces grabbing seats and looking the two over.
Lizards, sharks, a doberman or two, a few..well the cat wasn't sure what kind of demons they were. Some of Pride's biggest players in the mob game were here tonight. Last Friday of the month was always a good time to go pick the bare bones apart, put the fear of G-..well Satan..into the hearts of those stupid enough to take money from the loan sharks and get in debt with the mob.
Desperation, greed, pride..damn near every sin thrived and relished in this place and the souls eternally bound to them were no exception. Seeing more of the dobermans take a seat, one voice in particular stuck out. The leader, a spoiled young greyhound demon, a yappy mother fucker, whistled and licked over his lips staring at Angel before meeting the cat's eyes with a smirk.
"Husker, who's the little number in your lap huh? Say, ya gotta name sweet cheeks?"
Growling the cat, let a sardonic purr flow over his lips as he eyed the canine demon up and down.
"This beauty here is Lady Luck, Harry. Have some damn class ya slobberin' jackass and put yer tongue back in your mouth. Ya don't got the balls, the cheddar or the finesse to catch her eye. Ain't that right Sweetheart?"
The cat purred, pressing his cheek against Angel's and whispered in his ear.
"That guy? Harry? He's part of the nouveau mob elite..wet behind the ears like a newborn calf…doesn't know his dick from his face..like they say..a fool and his money are easily parted..i can show ya a good time you weren't expecting tonight..just play the game with me..we'll pick them off and let 'em drop like flies..order whatever ya want..it's on me…Lady Luck.."
The cat chuckled, a cheshire grin spreading over his face as he kept an arm around Angel and looked his cards over. The spider was in for a treat tonight.
"Touchy Touch-eeee…old..man! Have some respect! You're looking at the next overlord of this ring after all. Isn't that right boys? We just need a little de-stressing tonight..just want to cut loose and partake of you know..a little..clean fun. Don't go being a wet blanket, Husker just cause ya got your..'Lady Luck' as you put it in your lap. When ya get tired of the geezer and want to see the high life, I got a lap right here for you?"
Hearing the whoops, whistles and jeers, the cat simply shrugged and dead panned. Giving Angel a sly look, the cat snorted.
"It's dogs ya can't teach new tricks..not cats. Put your money where your mouth is, huh? Let's play."
"Yeah, yeah..so let's play then.."
Leaning back the cat eyes the dealer and watched the cards get dealt out.