A/N: So in one of my pervious chapters (11 I think) I've stated that I'm not a big fan of insects. Well flies fall into this category as well. In fact, unlike spiders who I would just leave alone, if there is a fly in my room I'm hunting that fucker down. I be less inclined to kill them if they weren't so annoying and gross.

So if this chapter isn't up to par with the some of the others I apologize. I guess how well I deal with a chapter depends on the monster, but I don't really care for Beelzebub. The monster girl, not Satan. Although not a fan of Satan either, not that I need to say that but there it is.

Chapter 19

My name is Wallace Cook, ironic, given how I work at a local restaurant here in the city. The restaurant was owned by a married couple: Joseph and Lalah Daniels. They opened the restaurant a few months ago, it was mostly Mrs. Daniels who did most of the cooking Mr. Daniels kept up with the finances.

Me, I just needed a job and I was a bad cook. I wasn't a culinary master or anything, but I didn't burn water either. Aside from me and the Daniels, the only other employee that worked at the restaurant was Rebecca. Rebecca was a Troll, she worked as a waitress and was friendly with the customers. I really liked her, but she had a boyfriend so there was hope for us.

Late one night we were closing up. Mrs. Daniels and were cleaning up the kitchen, Rebecca was wiping down the tables, Mr. Daniels cleaning out the register.

"How did we do today husband Daniels?" Lalah asked him.

"Lalah, you don't have to keep calling me that. As for today's payout...not quite as good as yesterday." Mr. Daniels said.

"Well, we're sure to pick up by the weekend." Rebecca said.

"We usually do, but it's late. Do one of you mind closing up?" Mr. Daniels asked.

"I wish I could sir, but I have a date." Rebecca said.

"That's quite fine, Wally? Do you mind closing up?" Mr. Daniels asked me.

"Sure Mr. Daniels, I can close up." I said.

The Daniels and Rebecca said their goodbyes to me and Mr. Daniels gave me a spare set of keys. I went into the kitchen and pulled out a pack of cigarettes and started smoking. Dirty habit I know, but it's the only thing to keep calm. I couldn't stomach the idea of Rebecca going off on dates with her boyfriend. It wasn't like her boyfriend was a dick or he abused her, in fact from what Rebecca has said about her boyfriend he sounded nice. But I couldn't get the image of her getting fucked by him out of my mind.

I shouldn't get jealous or play with the idea of breaking them up. Rebecca was my friend and coworker, I didn't want to upset her or get make her hat me. My thoughts were interrupted by someone knocking on the door. Damn it, must have been the Daniels or maybe Rebecca. They probably forgot something.

As I put out my cigarette and moved to the front door, I was surprised to find it wasn't the Daniels or Rebecca, but a woman. She had a small figure, light blue hair that went a little past her shoulders, and she had various insect like appendages. I think she was one of those Beelzebubs, although I have never seen one personally.

She was standing in front of the large window at the front of the store. She was scanning the inside until she spotted me. I moved towards the door and opened it.

"Good evening sir. Do you work here? Cause if so, I would very much like to eat something." she said.

"Sorry ma'am, we're closed." I said.

"Oh come now look at me! I'm all skin and bones." she said showing me her body.

While she was thin, she wasn't exactly starving to death. I should just shut the door and go home, but I got the feeling this chick wasn't going to leave until I feed her.

"Fine, but only one mean." I said sighing heavily.

The woman gleefully rushed in and sat at one of the booths. I went back into the kitchen I wasn't sure what to make, than again she didn't look like the type to be picky about what she eats.

I went into the walk-in freezer, it was a special made freezer that kept the food preserved but doesn't freeze them. I figured a nice steak would hold her over.

"I hope you like steak!" I shouted from the kitchen.

"Ohhh, a steak!? You certainly know how to treat a woman." she said.

"I try..." I mumbled turning the stove on. "So, does this woman have a name?"

"Marci. So do own this place?" she asked.

"Nope, just work here." I answered.

"I see, do you enjoy working here?" she asked.

"Only when it's during normal business hours." I said.

I finished frying up her steak and served it with a healthy amount of steak sauce. I set the plate down and Marci started to salivate at the sight of it. In flash she ate (or rather inhaled) her meal and leaned back into the booth.

"That was most satisfying." she said.

"Good, now pay and get out." I said.

"Could I possibly trouble you to make one more meal? While the steak was good it wasn't filling." she said.

I growled and returned to kitchen. That one more meal turned into five meals. I had to cook her pasta, salmon, chicken cutlets, a burger with fried onions, and another steak only this one was in a mushroom sauce. I stood in front of her booth staring at the dirty plates. Marci lean back in the booth again letting out an audible belch.

"You finished now?" I asked in an aggregated tone.

"Yes, I'm full." Marci answered.

"Good, now pay for the meals you just ate." I said.

"Uhhh about that, I don't have any money." she said giving me a nervous smile.

"You don't have any money!?" I asked my aggression turning into rage.

"But...I could pay with something else, like my body." she said making a seductive gesture on her body.

"Oh really?" I asked my rage quickly subsidizing.

"I'm sure we can work something out." she said.

Later, I turned the open sign to close and headed to the kitchen. Marci was currently washing every dish and pot I used to cook for her.

"You know when I said you could use my body, this wasn't what I had in mind." she said elbows deep in soapy water.

"Just finish up so I can leave." I said.

As Marci was finishing washing the dishes she looked at a photo. It was a photo of me, Rebecca, the Daniels. We took it shortly after we opened the restaurant.

"Wow, who's the fat chick next to you?" Marci asked.

"Hey! Don't you talk about her like that!" I snapped.

"Ohhh, who is she? Your girlfriend?" she asked with a sly grin.

"She's someone's girlfriend, but not mine," I muttered. "But that doesn't give you the right to talk about her like that."

"Sorry I didn't know you cared so much." she said.

"I do, she's beautiful and friendly. If she wasn't in a loving relationship I'd be with her." I said.

"Perhaps I can help you get over her?" she suggested.

"How?" I asked.

"I want some dessert." she said.

"Oh no, I'm putting my foot down on this one. I'm not making you anything else." I said.

"Oh don't worry, what I want isn't hard to make. In fact, it doesn't have a long prep time." she said.

I wasn't sure what she was talking about, but I learned quickly when she dropped to her knees and started to undo my pants.

"What are you doing!?" I exclaimed.

"Don't worry, you'll enjoy this." she said.

Marci slid my pants down to reveal my penis. She slowly moved her hand up and down, once erect she gingerly kissed the tip. Her kisses turned into licks, which then turned into sucking. She looked up at me while sucking me off, her yellow eyes seem to be staring into my soul. I stroked her right antenna in between my thumb and index finger.

She closed her eyes and softly moaned. I moaned as well which seemed to increase her speed. I moved from her antenna to the back of her head and forced her further down my shaft. She went further down my member and moved her tongue around my shaft as she went. I could feel myself reaching my climax.

"Marci I'm gonna..." before I could finish my sentence, I finished inside her mouth.

When I came it was so strong it splattered around her mouth. She swallowed every last drop of my seed. She smiled at me licking any remains of my cum from her face.

"Mmm, delicious." she said.

"So, are you full yet?" I asked.

"I don't know, I do have a second 'mouth' that might need to be stuffed." she rubbing her thighs.

I got down to my knees and pulled her shorts down. I was face-to-face with her pussy, it had a patch of pubic hair. I laid her down on the floor of the kitchen and rubbed my pulsating cock against her pussy.

She was already soaking wet, not sure if it was because of my semen or if she just got really horny. Regardless, I inserted myself into her and started thrusting vigorously. She squealed in delight as I pumped in her. She wrapped her legs around my waist bringing me deeper inside of her. I kept thrusting, occasionally fondling her breasts as I did. Marci's squeals turned to heavy moaning.

"Yeah, right there! Fuck my pussy! Fuck it so hard!" she cried.

My thrusts grew faster until Marci screamed and her pussy started squirting. I was no close to my orgasm, but Marci was kept her legs around me.

"Keep going, I want you to keep fucking me!" she said.

I nodded and kept my pace, actually I was going faster thanks in part to the vaginal fluid she released. I was growing closer to my orgasm and so was Marci. As soon as I flooded her womb with cum, she squirted more of her juices.

I looked at her, I was panting and sweating. Marci sat up and started to lick the sweat from my face. Once she was finished she started to kiss me. I kissed her back and I felt our tongues intertwine.

"I hope you can come back sometime...with money of course." I said parting our kiss.

"Oh don't worry, I'll be back and I won't just becoming back for the food." she said smiling coyly.