Alice gazed in wonder at the tall buildings of downtown Cedar Rapids. Tom chuckled at such a sophisticated woman being wowed by downtown Cedar Rapids, of all places.
"I know it looks impressive to your eyes," Tom said. "But it's nothing compared to a place like New York, or LA, or Chicago. Those cities at night…. The lights, the sights…. It's unbelievable."
"The humans here have done such incredible things," Alice breathed. "I wonder if the humans of our world are capable of this."
"That, among other things, is what I wanted to talk about tonight. But let's wait until we've got some food in front of us. For now, just enjoy the sights."
The drive lasted about twenty minutes. Tom drove through downtown, reaching his destination in midtown, Herm's Diner, around 12:30am. The parking lot was deserted, except for the proprietor's car. Excellent, Tom thought. No last minute diners.
The doors were locked, the diner having been closed for thirty minutes at that point. Tom could see Herm inside finishing his nightly cleaning. He banged on the glass. Herm frowned, looking in his direction, about to mouth 'we're closed!" to the late customer. When he saw Tom, a broad smile lit up his face. He walked up to the door and opened it to allow Tom in.
"Getting late night cravings again, Tommy?" the older man said cheerfully.
"You know your burgers are the best, Herm!" Tom replied happily. "But you know I don't normally bother you after close."
"Yeah, normally you come in a minute before close and stay a couple of hours!" Herm guffawed. "Not that I'm complaining! You sure tip enough!"
"Well, tonight I'm going to give you the tip to end all tips, buddy. But I'm going to need a little… discretion."
"Discretion, eh? You…. Got a girl with ya? Huh?" Herm laughed, lightly punching Tom's shoulder.
"I do, but not the kind of girl you're expecting. She's…. foreign."
"Foreign? Like Japanese or somethin'?"
"Something like that," Tom replied. "Look, remember how much I tipped you last time?"
"I sure do, and I got the 70 inch Sony to show for it! Ha!" Herm laughed.
"Well, this time you'll get a big enough tip to replace that beat up old Chevy," Tom said. "What year is that thing, 1982?"
"1987, smartass!" Herm answered in mock anger. "Practically brand new! And are you being serious right now? Why so much to feed a girlfriend of yours? Is she an illegal or somethin'?"
"I'm not sure, to be honest. Now, no matter what, don't freak out, okay? When I said she was foreign, I meant really foreign."
"Oh, so like Bangladesh, then?"
"Alice!" Tom yelled, even though he knew Alice would have heard him if he'd whispered. "Come on! It's okay!"
Alice hesitantly opened the door and exited the Kia. Herm's eyes went wide.
"Tommy, what kind of shit have you gotten yourself into?" Herm asked, his eyes fixated on Alice.
Alice approached Tom and Herm, doing her level best to maintain her regal bearing, trying to hide her nervousness.
"Herm, I'd like to introduce you to Alice," Tom said. "Alice, this is Herm. The best short order cook in Iowa."
"Pleased to meet you, ma'am," Herm said, his eyes vacant and staring as he held out his hand. Alice graciously took his hand and put it in her mouth. Herm pulled it away in panic.
"Alice, when a human offers his hand you shake it, not bite it!" Tom scolded her. "Remember?"
"I wasn't going to bite!" Alice protested. "I thought he was offering me a taste, that's all!"
"You'll have to excuse Alice," Tom said. "Where she's from she's not familiar with our customs."
"And where are you from, lady?" Herm asked.
"Would you believe me if I said Canada?" Alice replied innocently.
"Canada," Herm said, chewing on the word. "Canada. Sure. If Tom says you're all right, that's good enough for me. C'mon in. I'll lower the curtains by your seat so's no nosy folks get a look see at ya."
Herm led Tom and Alice to a booth, quickly shutting the curtains next to their seat, and just to be safe, the curtains adjacent on either side as well.
"So, what'll it be, kids?" Herm asked, pulling out a pad and paper. "You'll have to pardon me, I gotta get the range fired up again, so it'll be a bit."
"I know what I want, but Alice will need a menu," Tom said. Herm nodded and retrieved a menu for Alice.
"Ohhhh…. So many choices!" Alice said excitedly. "How much can I have?"
"Tonight, as much as you want," Tom answered. "We might be here awhile."
Tom ordered his usual, a hamburger, fries and grilled cheese sandwich. Alice ordered enough to set Tom back almost as much as he'd been set back by her Uber Eats order. That is, if Tom hadn't already written Herm a check for fifteen grand for the use of his diner overnight. Alice's order was a mere four hundred dollars.
"So why did you bring me out here, Tom?" Alice asked. "I thought you were angry at me. This is a strange way to punish me, feeding me even more tasty things."
"Oh, I assure you, I'm still very angry," Tom said. "But I don't want to be mad at you, Alice. I don't want to be mad at any of you. And it's not so much about the Uber Eats thing. It's only money and that's one thing I have plenty of. I'm more concerned about how you ladies think of me."
"We like you, Tom," Alice said earnestly.
"I believe you. But to be blunt, you all seem like a bunch of racists to me."
"Racists? I don't understand."
"You believe monsters are superior to humans."
"Well, we are," Alice stated matter of factly.
"And that's why I wanted to talk," Tom said. "We've been avoiding long conversations about our respective worlds because we assumed neither of us could understand one another. But I need to understand, Alice. I know about this goddess, and this conflict, and apparently Eden is your enemy. I need to know more. Because you might have to stay with me quite awhile longer and that can't happen if we can't mutually respect each other."
"I get it," Alice replied. "If we had to stay here for the rest of our lives, it would be us who were the weak ones. Just six beings from our world, in a sea of… how many of you are there?"
"Six billion."
"Oh….. wow…. Did you say BILLION?"
"Yep. So why don't you start from the beginning?" Tom prompted her. "Tell me as much as you can about the sociology of your world. The culture. Why you look down on humans."
"Well… I'll try…" Alice said uncertainly.
For the next two hours, Herm brought Alice tray after tray of food as she tried her best to explain how her world worked. Tom listened raptly, often adding comparisons to Earth's history to help with context. The night flew by as they talked, Tom asking endless questions. When 5am rolled around, Tom instructed her to finish up and get ready to head home before daylight.
"Sir, the subject left his house at 0030," Kal reported over his cell phone.
"Was he with anyone? That girl, perhaps?" Dr. Polk asked.
"I can't be sure," Kal answered. "It's not as if I could shine my headlights on them. The idea was to follow them without being noticed."
"Okay, that's good, that's good. So where did they go?"
"Um…. That's just the thing," Kal said uncomfortably. "We don't know. We lost 'em."
"You lost them?! Did they take evasive action or something?!" Dr. Polk asked in irritation.
"No, we were just following so far away that we didn't see them make a turn somewhere downtown," Kal answered. "We're security guards, not secret agents, sir. Neither of us have ever tailed someone before."
"Ugh, fine!" Dr. Polk said, pinching his temple. "Just go back to the house and keep an eye on things! I want to know if you see anything unusual!"
"You mean like beautiful alien women?"
"For the last time, there's no such thing as beautiful alien women!" Dr. Polk screamed, disconnecting the call.
Kal looked at Bryson.
"You didn't tell him what we saw?" Bryson asked.
"Hell no, I didn't tell him about the tail!" Kal answered indignantly. "How do we even know that's what we saw?!"
"We don't, but he said to report anything unusual! That sure looked unusual to me!"
"Maybe they had a dog in the back seat!" Kal countered.
"Big fuckin' dog," Bryson agreed.
"Alien dog?" Kal asked speculatively.
"Man, just turn around and head back to the house," Bryson sighed. "I can't believe you're so bad at this shit. Motherfucker was driving all of 45 mph, max, the entire way, and you couldn't stay with him."
"We had to follow at least a hundred yards behind-! You know what, asshole? Forget it. Next time, you drive, see if you do better."
"Betcha a six pack I will do better!" Bryson challenged.
"You're on, motherfucker! Man, I ain't about this spy shit. They don't pay us enough for this bullshit."
Tom pulled into the driveway and slowly drove the Kia back into its place in the garage. Getting out, he chivalrously opened the door for Alice.
"Ohhhh….." Alice moaned. "I don't think I could eat another bite."
Tom looked at her stomach. It was distended, as if she'd eaten live prey. Human sized live prey. But the stomach on her human portion was nothing compared to what had happened to her tail. She looked like a lamia who had swallowed a wrestling tag team. Or perhaps an entire battle royale.
"In our world, snakes take a month to fully digest their food," Tom informed her. "Does this mean you're not going to be down for lunch at 1?"
"Oh, don't worry about that," she replied with a smirk. "A few hours sleep and all of this will disappear and I'll be my normal svelte self."
"That's some pretty strong stomach acid. So it's really true that instead of dying in horrible pain, it actually feels good to be digested on your world?"
"Absolutely," Alice replied. "It's still a miserable way to go, but it's painless at least. We monsters don't believe in causing suffering if we can avoid it."
"Here, let me give you a hand," Tom offered, assisting Alice in leaving the vehicle. He judged that her weight must have nearly doubled since they had left the house.
Once outside the vehicle and able to stretch out to her full length, Alice breathed a sigh of relief. She was still pensive, however.
"So….. you didn't give me much indication about what you thought about all of that," she said worriedly.
"To be honest, I'd probably need to hear Eden's side of things to get the full picture," Tom replied. "You did help me understand why monsters are the way that they are, but to be blunt a lot of it sounded self serving."
"So do you hate us now, Tom?"
"No, I don't hate you! You and your mother had a dream to end the conflict between monsters and humans! Your heart is in the right place! I don't envy you the herculean task you have in front of you. I almost wish I could go back with you and help."
"You know….. you could do that if you wanted," Alice said, looking around uncomfortably. "From what Tamamo has told me, good humans are rare in our world. Maybe the two of us together….."
"My home is here, Alice," Tom said gently, touching her face. "And however you perceive me now, I'd be like an ant to you on that world. You'd be back to having all your magic and supernatural strength, and I'd still just be Tom…. Except without my one superpower."
"You have a superpower?"
"Money."
"Oh. You couldn't bring it with you?"
"Probably not," Tom said. "In our world it's mainly electronic. Maybe I could convert it to gold if they take gold over there."
"I'm still so confused about that whole thing," Alice admitted.
"You know, when we wake up, I'll show you something that might help," Tom said, getting an idea in his head. "Besides, part of this outing was to take one small step towards making it possible for you ladies to live in this world if you can never go home."
"Herm seemed nice enough," Alice said. "He won't tell anyone?"
"If he did, no one would believe him anyway, but no, he won't tell. We go back a long ways, since I was a toddler. My parents used to take me to Herm's Diner at least four times a week."
"As good as the food was, it seemed…. Lowbrow," Alice said.
"It's a simple diner. Burgers, fries, hot dogs, pizza….but Herm makes the best lowbrow food in Cedar Rapids. And once I got rich, I started helping him with the business. Herm owes me. He'd never betray me and risk losing that relationship. Not that he would even if he didn't have a financial interest. Herm's a good guy."
"And you think most people on your world are like Herm?"
"I don't know," Tom admitted. "If you are stuck here…. Over time we'll have to widen our circle of trust. And you'll have to learn more about our world, it's manners, it's taboos, it's culture, it's laws….Is Alma Elma really making a website?"
"Is that bad? Would it put us in danger?" Alice asked. "She said it should be safe, she's going to pretend she's cosplaying a succubus. She says humans do it all the time. Her act will just be more convincing."
"That should probably work," Tom admitted. "But tell her she can keep whatever she earns. I have more money than I can spend in a lifetime. But if you all end up having to stay here, you'll need money of your own."
"I wonder what I'd do for a living?" Alice wondered as they began the journey through the long garage to the main section of the mansion. "Alma Elma doesn't mind selling her body, Granberia can fight. I guess Erubetie could get into the pool cleaning business. I'm not sure what Tamamo would do, but she has more knowledge and experience than any of us."
"With her knack for science, I'd bet she could get a doctorate in no time and find work with some foundation," Tom mused.
"And Eden?" Alice asked. "Not that I care."
Tom thought hard. He couldn't think of anything Eden could do. Then he remembered staring at her body so hard that he failed to notice her wings.
"Victoria's Secret model?" he wondered.
"I have no idea what that is," Alice laughed. "But it sounds like her using her beauty? In a non lewd way?"
"Yeah, I mean…. No sexual stuff if that's what you're thinking. But obviously men think that way when they see women modeling lingerie."
"Do you think I could be a Victoria's Secret model?"
"What do you think?" Tom asked, with a smile. Alice blushed.
Tom helped Alice laboriously up the stairs to her room and tucked her into her bed. She fell asleep almost instantly. Tom stared at her as she slept.
Could this ever work? He wondered. I've never loved anyone like I love her, but we literally come from different worlds. Would we ever be truly compatible?
Tom awoke at noon with another bright idea, this one presumably safer than the one he'd had the previous night. That had gone well, although many of the things Alice had told him weighed heavily on him. They kept slaves in the castle? He'd known about the rape, but the actual eating of humans was another level of atrocity. He felt even more ashamed that he couldn't stop wondering what it would feel like to be eaten. Eh, it probably wouldn't work that way in this world anyway, he thought, trying to purge the idea from his mind. Getting digested feeling good? That had to be a magic thing.
"Good morning, guys!" Tom said jovially.
"It's afternoon, Tommy-boy!" Alma Elma answered just as cheerfully.
"Since the world revolves around me, it's morning whenever I wake up!"
"Oh, a conceited man!" Alma Elma said approvingly. "I love to bring conceited men down to earth."
"You're welcome to try anytime, beautiful," Tom countered.
"So what's got you in such a good mood?" Tamamo asked.
"Well, if you must know, cute little fox," Tom replied. "Alice and I had a lovely night out eating hamburgers, hot dogs, chicken tenders, pizza, and…. Well…. everything else on the menu, and she explained your world to me."
"And you…. Are happy about this?" Tamamo asked suspiciously.
"It's a lot to process," Tom admitted. "But that's not why I'm so happy this morning. I'm happy because we're going to play a game!"
"A game? I love games!"
"I do not," Granberia grumbled.
"You'll like this one, Granberia," Tom promised. "Because it's an educational game. You'll learn a new skill."
"A new skill? I'm listening."
"First, is Alice up?" Tom asked.
"You don't hear her shnarfling food in the kitchen?" Tamamo asked. "Oh yeah, you humans can't hear squat."
"You called?" Alice asked, poking her head out of the kitchen, both cheeks bulging and yet still able to speak. Although not without spraying food everywhere. Tom reminded himself that table manners would be next on the agenda. But first…
"Everyone sit on the couches," Tom instructed. "C'mon, gather around the coffee table! Eden, you too!"
"I have a better idea for a game," Eden suggested. "It's called, let me give you heavenly pleasure while I teach you Ilias' commandments. I'm sure it will be much more fun than whatever silly game you have planned."
"I will acknowledge that yes, that would definitely be more fun," Tom conceded. "But here's the thing, my lovely Amazonian angel: you're stuck in my world, which means you have to learn how to live in it."
"So are we planning for the possibility that we might never be able to go home?" Alma Elma asked, her frivolity melting away, her tone growing solemn.
"It's too soon for that," Tom answered. "But even on your world, this skill is useful if you're going to be dealing with humans on anything other than a predator/prey level. C'mon, Erubetie, you too! Don't give me that sour look!"
"No human has ever addressed me the way you do," Erubetie said dangerously. "I can still dissolve you, even here in your world."
"Noted," Tom said. "So rule number one for living in my world. No dissolving people. It's illegal."
"No sex with underage males either," Alma Elma added. "I read that on a website."
"You found that out on Pornhub?" Granberia needled.
"Actually, yes. It says on the site that all actors are at least 18 years old. So I went down a legal rabbit hole and learned a lot of interesting things about what we can and can't do on this world. Apparently, no eating people either."
"What can we do here?" Erubetie grumbled, her brow bubbling.
"Really, almost anything you want," Tom answered. "If you have the money for it. That's what our society is built on: the almighty dollar. There's very little you can't get here if you have enough of those dollars. Although you still can't kill people."
"Okay, so this game is going to teach us about your currency?" Alice asked.
"Exactly. Eden, could you reach up on that top shelf and pull down the box that says Monopoly on it?"
Eden, being the tallest, easily reached up and retrieved the board game. Tom opened it up onto the coffee table and pulled out the various pieces.
"Okay, everyone choose a piece," Tom instructed.
"Ooh, I want the doggie!" Alice exclaimed in delight.
"I'll take the horse," Granberia said.
"Thimble for me," Tamamo said.
Alma Elma chose the car, which left Tom to choose the iron and Erubetie and Eden to choose from among what was left, which they did only grudgingly. He handed out $1500 in various size bills to each player. Most of them looked confused. Alma Elma was the only one who thought to count it for some reason. Then Tom remembered that she had an Onlyfans account. She was probably already learning about money.
Tom decided it would be better to just play and explain the rules as they went. Tom rolled first. Nine. That put him on Connecticut Avenue, which he bought. Alice rolled next. Seven.
"What does Chance mean?" Alice asked.
"It means you draw a red card," Tom answered. "If you land on another one, community chest, you draw a yellow card."
"Oh, I thought community chest meant Alma Elma," Granberia deadpanned.
"Stick to violence, Granberry," Alma Elma said as she rolled.
"Wait!" Alice shrieked. "I haven't read my Chance card yet!"
"Oh, pardon me!" Alma Elma said in mock horror.
"It says 'advance to St. Charles Place,'" Alice read. "If you pass go, collect $200. Where's St. Charles Place?"
Tom pointed it out on the board. Alice squealed in delight. "I'm ahead of you!" she said triumphantly.
"Well, it's not that kind of game, but you did land on a pretty nice piece of real estate," Tom said. "Do you want to buy it?"
"Buy it?" Alice asked quizzically. "I don't know. It's just a purple thingie."
"The idea of the game is to accumulate property, which you can use to make more of those dollars. It's called investing."
"Oh, that's what you do!"
"Stocks, not real estate, but the concepts are similar," Tom explained. "Now you have $1500 and the property is only $140. Not only that, but you get another $200 every time you go around the board. So except for the expensive properties, you don't really have to make any choices yet. You can just buy whatever you land on."
"Okay, so I give you $140?"
"You give it to the bank. But I'll be the banker for the purposes of this game."
Alice handed over $140 and Tom gave her the deed to St. Charles Place.
"Ooh, I like the purple! I want the other two purple properties!" she cooed.
"Well, the idea is to get them, then you get a monopoly and you can make a lot more money off of them."
"I don't get it."
"Just keep playing, it'll become clear soon enough."
Alma Elma rolled 12, putting her on the Electric Company, which she bought. Granbera was next, rolling five for the Reading Railroad. Eden landed on Baltic and bought that. Erubetie landed on Income Tax. That did not improve her mood. Tamamo was last and landed on St. Charles.
"Okay, Tamamo, you owe Alice $11," Tom said.
"Why?"
"Because you're on her property," Tom answered. "Alice, the rent you can charge is on the deed."
"I'm failing to understand the point of any of this," Granberia muttered.
"The point is, resources are not unlimited," Tom explained. "You have $1500, and you will get more as the game goes on, but you can't just buy whatever you want. You have to spend your limited funds wisely. That will become clear a little later in the game."
Tamamo handed Alice $11, which she giggled and added to her pot. Well, at least someone's getting into the spirit of things, Tom thought.
"Okay, I'm on Illinois Avenue," Alma Elma said. "Who owns that?"
"I do," Tom replied. "You owe me $20."
"Twenty?! Tommy-boy, I'm sure there must be some alternative way that I can pay your rent," Alma Elma said seductively.
"Alma Elma, you have like $1000!" Tom protested. "How hard is it to give me $20?!"
"Didn't you say that we have to spend our resources wisely?" Alma Elma asked. "Well, my body is an endless resource. This money is not. So every little bit I can save by using my body instead is simply good business. So what should I give you in place of twenty dollars?"
Alma Elma's tail reached across to undo Tom's pants, exposing him to the rest of the ladies. Well, Tom sighed. It's not like they all haven't already seen it.
Alma Elma bent down and gave him a quick lick. "Hmmm, that seemed like ten dollars. Let me give you one more," she said, licking him wetly a second time. Tom sighed happily.
A few rolls later, Eden landed on Marvin Gardens. Another Tom property.
"Instead of paying you $28, I would like to show you my breasts," Eden said, removing Tom's Chicago Bulls jersey.
"You were just looking for an excuse to take that off!" Tamamo chortled. "besides, Tom's already seen them! The whole world has!"
"That may be true," Eden confessed. "So I shall have to give him a closer look."
"I already got a close…mmmph," Tom tried to say, before he found his face plunged into her cleavage. Eden.
"Does this satisfy my monetary debt to you?" Eden asked.
"Uh huh," Tom whined
"YES!" Nathan yelled outside, pumping his fist. "Lucky bastard. At least I get a decent view of the action."
Alice, who was sitting next to Tom, quickly bent down to satisfy her own small debt, having landed on Connecticut. At only eight dollars rent, he only got a quick pass with her tongue. Although when that tongue is a foot long, it's one heck of a pass. Nathan felt himself pitching a tent.
"C'mon, Granberia, let me see some skin," he said, looking through his binoculars and focusing on the dragonkin.
"Boardwalk," Granberia announced. "Who owns Boardwalk?"
"No one," Tom answered. "That's the last property. Do you want to buy it? It's $400."
"I do," Granberia said. "I have plenty of money. But how does this game end? We now own every property on the board."
"Well," Tom explained. "The goal is to get monopolies, which allow you to charge a great deal more rent, which will bankrupt your opponents. When that happens, they are out of the game. The last person standing will own everything and win!"
"But no one has any monopolies!" Tamamo protested. "The most anyone has is two out of three. I own Atlantic and Ventnor but you own Marvin Gardens!"
"So we could have been doing this at any point in the game, but I decided to wait to explain it until all the properties on the board were owned. Now we make deals to get monopolies. You want Marvin Gardens to complete one for yourself. If I give you Marvin Gardens, you'll have all the yellows and a big advantage in the game."
"Fine," Tamamo sighed. "Do you want to touch my special fluffy tail? Perhaps a blowjob? Or I can cowgirl you."
"No, no!" Tom said quickly. "Paying rent that way is one thing, but this is a major real estate deal! I'm not going to give you Marvin Gardens just for some play!"
"I can already tell you what he's going to want, Tamamo," Alice said. "You have one of the light blue properties and Park Place. But I don't understand. That wouldn't give Tom any complete sets."
"Ah, my dear lamia," Tom said smugly. "This is where I teach you the art of the deal. Tamamo, I'll give you Marvin Gardens for Vermont, Park Place, North Carolina, and $500."
"What do you take me for, young man?!" Tamamo said indignantly. "Vermont, Park Place, and you can touch my fluffy tail."
"No fluffy tails!" Tom snapped.
Tamamo and Tom continued to negotiate. Tamamo was a hard bargainer, which required them to bring in a third and even fourth party to the deal in Alice and Eden. When the trade was complete, Tom, Tamamo, and Alice all had monopolies.
"I don't understand," Eden complained. "What did I get out of this?"
"You got suckered!" Alma Elma said triumphantly.
"You did bargain pretty badly," Tom said, but tried to be soothing. "But you now have the most capital to make better deals. And you have two out of three of the reds and Baltic Avenue."
"I will give you Mediterranean for Park Place," Granberia offered.
"Yes! I accept!" Eden said gleefully.
"I now have Boardwalk and Park Place," Granberia said in satisfaction.
Tom then explained how to build houses and hotels, which required the first real tradeoffs in the game, as the players had to choose between building as much as possible but maintaining enough funds in case of an unfavorable roll of the dice. The ladies, especially Eden, were inexperienced. Tom was shrewd and ruthless. By the time the dealing was over, he had the orange and green and blue monopolies. No one else had more than one.
"Drat!" Eden spat. "$800!"
"You've got over five thousand," Tom noted. "You can afford it."
"Alma Elma, how many licks is $800?" Eden asked.
"By my calculations, that's eighty," Alma Elma answered.
Without even asking, Eden bent down and began. She was soon joined by Alice and Alma Elma working off their own debts. A fluffy tail snaked in between them after Tamamo landed on St. James, which had a hotel. It was getting crowded around Tom's crotch. Tom was beginning to fear that the ladies were learning less than they should be from this game. But with three tongues and a fluffy tail pleasuring him, he decided that they could play again later.
"Shit!" Alma Elma cried. "Boardwalk!"
"Yes!" Granberia crowed. "$2000! That's a hotel!"
Alma Elma grudgingly paid Granberia.
"Hey, why does she get money?!" Tom asked, finally able to speak coherently again now that all the women had paid up.
"I do not accept alternative payment," Granberia said simply."This is why men are weak. Despite your huge advantage over us, you will lose because you've been allowing us to escape our obligations by appealing to your lust."
Tom looked at his cash reserves. They were alarmingly low. He resolved to not accept any more"alternative" payments, despite the fact that the teasing tongues and tail were edging him something fierce.
Tom rolled the dice and sighed with relief when he landed on Community Chest. He received $10 for winning second prize in a beauty contest. That started a debate over who won first. That allowed his horniness to ebb somewhat.
The next few rolls involved monsters paying monsters rent. Eden was eliminated by Granberia, who became the owner of Eden's meager properties. Eden stalked off. Her sharp eyes caught something strange as she looked out the window. There was a boy in a tree some distance away. He was looking through some strange lenses, right at her….
The boy became alarmed and fell out of the tree with a thud, scampering off. Eden cocked an eyebrow. Trouble for the monsters? Should I say something? She thought. No, if something bad were to happen it would serve those evil creatures right. Of course, I am a lovely angel. Everyone loves angels. I am in no danger here.
"Shit!" Alma Elma cried again. "Tennessee! That's $950! I can't lick you ninety five times!"
Tamamo pulled out a pad and wrote something down.
"What are you doing?" Alma Elma asked.
"Oh, I like to keep lists of things people say that I'd never expect them to say," Tamamo giggled. "I've seen you lick a man ten thousand times! It's not like your tongue ever gets tired!"
"Of course I can lick him that many times!" Alma Elma yelled. "But he'll come by lick twenty and I can't just endlessly make him have orgasms on this world!"
"Alma Elma, I think you're out of the game," Tom said gently.
"Oh no!" Alma Elma exclaimed. "I am NOT losing to a mere man! I'm going to pay that debt!"
Alma Elma pounced, straddling Tom on the couch and rubbing his crotch against his. Her skill was incredible. Without even having to reach down and position him, he found himself entering her. It was as if her vagina had snatched him the way a mouth would. Then the chewing motions begam. Yep, Tom thought. Definitely like a mouth… oh my god….
"Well, I think that's game!" Tamamo said cheerfully. "Tom's not coming back from this!"
Alma Elma bounced joyfully in Tom's lap lewd slapping sounds echoing through the living room.
"Good lesson," Granberia said sarcastically. "I won, by the way. I have the most properties and the most money!"
"I'm hungry," Alice groused. "I'm going into the kitchen. Alma, please leave some of Tom for me."
"Not until I've worked off my $950!"