++++++ In a Constantine mood tonight.

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Four

I walked for ages. I wasn't exactly sure where I went but I walked.

I lived in New York, Hell's Kitchen to be precise. It wasn't the best place for a woman to live on her own but I could defend myself both physically and magically. When I'd first moved to America, my times were off so I would often find myself wandering at night which is how I found Poison Ivy, a club hidden in between a deli and a grocery store. If you were a regular person, you wouldn't see it, but for us gifted people, there was set of stairs surrounded by an eerie, red glow.

The club was owned by a demoness, a high level soul broker who called herself Claire. As demons go, Claire wasn't bad. When you entered her club her grounds were neutral. An all manner of supernatural creatures came here-demons, werewolves, witches, vampires, exorcists, vampires or anything else was welcome. I suppose you could compare what Claire does to being the head of the mob. She dealt in souls the same way they dealt in money. She would buy, trade and sell souls depending on their worth. Her club was the hub of gossip. The last few times I'd stumbled into a job, I'd come here and find out the information I needed. I've never met Claire personally but Poison Ivy was my home away from home.

"It's been a while, Tessa," the bar tender grinned. The woman that tended the bar was a vampire-over three hundred years old. Her name was Natalie.

"The usual," I ordered.

"Whisky save the rocks." Sitting beside me was a woman with ebony hair and deathly pale skin-at first I thought she was a vampire but then I noticed the demon tattoos on her body. "Hello, Tessa, my name is Claire." Natalie seemed to look between the two of us before she melted away to serve another customer.

"Must be a shitty night dealing in souls if you're down here with the customers," I snorted.

"Well aren't you a snippy little thing?" she teased.

"I'm not in the mood to be fucked with right now," I warned her. "Piss off or I will send you back to hell."

Claire tisked and shook her head. "Oh Tessa-and here we were having so much fun. Let's leave the plebs and come up to my place for some wine bottle in Pompeii before it blew." She took my arm before I could argue with her and the two of us left for the private elevator behind the bar. "I've been meaning to bring you up here for some time now," Claire assured me. "I want to offer you a job to come and work for me. I've seen your work, some of my boys have even scouted you at the Siren's Call."

I waited until the elevator pinged open before I laughed. "No offense but I don't work for demons. I respect your need for neutrality," I assured her, "but the answer is no."

Claire sauntered over to the bar to pour us a drink. The whole place was decorated in a rolling theme of blood red, black or pure white. There was nothing out of place. She handed me a glass with a smirk. "So why exactly do you come here?" she asked me. "You have some incredibly powerful enchantments covering you," she pointed out. The demoness took my free hand and removed the fingerless glove I wore to reveal the branding tattoo underneath. "This must have been incredibly painful," she whispered. "An anti-possession brand on one hand and a holy word in the other. Do you remember how you got them?"

I frowned thinking of the whole day I had lost when I was only seventeen. I woke up with some unexplainable tattoos and the brands on my hands. Robert assured me that it had to be done for my safety-after that the demons stayed away so I didn't question it. "It's really none of your business."

"Do you think you're the only one with a dysfunctional family?" she asked me. "I take the cake on dodgy fathers and crappy siblings."

"Yeah thanks for the drink but I'm gonna go drink with the plebs," I growled. "Pick this up with Natalie later."

She took a hold of my arm, refusing to let go.

I raised an eyebrow. "You better let go, Claire."

"Or what?" the demoness inquired. Claire grabbed my hand when I tried to throw the wine glass at her. "Tessa, darling. As much as I admire an attractive woman in my apartment-I don't want you to spill wine on my carpet. Red wine is like blood, so hard to get out of white." She took the glass off me and sat it on the bar. "I understand anger. It is a good colour on you, my lovely little human." She ran her fingers along my lips, her skin was soft, silky soft. "Such soft, beautiful lips. Sensuous and yearning for a fiery touch. Wanting to be taught, wanting to be loved."

The demoness moved in and kissed me. Her tongue brushed against my lips, demanding to be let inside. Without hesitation I opened my lips. Her mouth tasted like spice. My nipples stiffened into peaks as they fought against the fabric of my bra. Claire gripped my hips and moved me against the back of the wingback chair by the fire place.

I moaned into her mouth, feeling her smirk as she bit into my lip. Her tongue darted back into my mouth, within a matter of moments, she swiftly asserted her dominance in this fruitless battle. "You-" I gasped when she trailed her tongue down my neck, proceeding to nip and suck at the skin between my neck and shoulder. "I'm not-not selling my soul-no matter how good the sex is." I pushed her away, I didn't like having my back against the wall so to speak.

She laughed outright. "Tessa, I am not asking for your soul. No matter how brightly your soul shines above all others I've seen or come across-my desire lays in the physical aspect, not the spiritual." Claire pressed back up against me. "Right now-those two bumbling fools and their pet ghost are looking for you-I can keep you hidden here and have you any which way I want. I can fuck you or filet you and no one would know."

The demoness softly kissed my lips again, her finely painted blood red nails started unbuttoning my jeans. "Put your hands on the wall and don't move them," she ordered me. "If you move them I'll have to think of some kind of creative punishment."

"And I believe that," I smirked. My jeans dropped around my ankles and she knelt down to trail kisses up my leg and up the inside of my things. I heard the knife drop on the ground but Claire never said anything. Dear god I wanted to tangle my hands in her mass of ebony curls but I was weary of what the demoness would do if I moved my hands. She hooked her fingers inside my panties and inch by painful inch, she lowered them. A deadly fire swept through my whole body as Claire kissed my naval, her hand trailed back up the inside of my thighs, she chuckled as she separated my labia.

"Humans are so interesting," Claire whispered. She playful teased my clit, I gripped the wall as hard as I could, hitting my head against the expensive wallpaper, a moan escaping my mouth. "So easy to play, like a violin." She got to her feet and took her jacket off. One by one she unlaced the corset she was wearing. Her skin underneath, although ghostly pale, was covered in a series of thick, black lines and writing. Demon speech. I wanted to softly trace my fingers over every line and every curve.

I lifted my hand and lightly touched the word for 'cursed' on the edge of her hip. She smacked my hand away and racked her finger nails across the skin on my stomach. I cried out and she slammed my hand back against the wall only before she licked the blood off the three strikes in my skin. That was strangely arousing. I bit my tongue. She kissed me again, I could taste blood in my mouth now.

Opening my eyes, I could see Claire taking a moment to taste my blood. "Interesting," she muttered. "Very interesting." Her confused from turned into a twisted smirk. She grabbed the back of my head and kissed me passionately. Her free hand continued to poke, circle and tease my clit, trying to bring me to orgasm.

To be honest I don't think she was too far off.

I slammed my head back against the wall as the heat started to build up in between my legs. Claire bit my lip as she brought me over the edge and into the land of blissful, wobbly legs. I let go of the wall and grabbed her hips for support before my legs gave way on me. The demoness picked me up-she actually picked me up-and threw me on the bed which was a good thing cause my legs were like jelly. "I'll excuse you for that indiscretion," she smirked. She busied herself with rest of her clothing and I popped myself up on my elbows. Claire walked across the room, her stark white body was in perfect contrast to the blood red walls and white carpet. She put an iPod in the jack and some kind of classical crap flowed out of the speakers.

"Well what the fuck is this?" I asked.

Claire smirked and crawled on her knees over the top of me. "It's music. And I'm not done with you, Miss Mogan." She spread my legs, exposing me, she licked her lips and bit the inside of my thigh. I cried out, gipping the sheets underneath me and Claire licked the entrance to my vagina before thrusting her tongue inside. I arched my back, moaning. She pressed a hand to my thigh and her free hand was occupied with my clit-it was clear her goal was to push me over the edge yet again with her very talented tongue.

I've been with both men and women before but at this point in time, none were as exceptional as the demon who was in between my legs right now. Well the pretty much wrote the book on sin and debauchery. I shouted out as a second wave of nuclear heat rolled over me, making me gasp for breath.

Claire came up with a smirk on her face. She licked her hand covered in my juices and came up to kiss me.

I closed my eyes to surrender to the hellfire that this demon was and heard a clicking sound. Opening my eyes I looked up at the head of the bed to find I'd been handcuffed to the bed. "Um-Claire?"

"Oh I'm not done with you yet," she smirked. "By the end of the night I'll have you a sweaty mess on this bed and once that's over-I may just let you go."

That was actually an interesting line of thought. I grinned. "Well, get back here and fuck me senseless."

++++++ So I've never written a scene like this before so constructive criticism is appreciated. Helpful hints-dear god yes. I wanted Tessa to be more fluid in her sexuality than any character I've written before.

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