Finding out that Crimson was a philanderer shouldn't have been surprising to Sugar but it was. Knowing that she could have died, while he was sleeping around with a hellhound, bruised her ego. Working for the mob and living in Crimson's estate was a good deal, and other women were a threat to that. As she pondered how to deal with this situation, she remembered the words of her father when she was young hell spawn.

"If you wanna be a true queen you're gonna have to eliminate the competition"

It was evening and the sky was a shade of seafoam green. Sugar walked along the streets towards a popular hellhound hair salon called Lady Bells. A hammerhead shark woman ran towards her and smiled widely.

"Ooooh you must be the new girl. Your name is Sugar. Correct?" The shark woman bent down to get on Sugar's eye level.

"Yup that's me" Sugar gave her widest and cutest smile as she adjusted her black t shirt and shorts.

"Perfect! We've desperately needed a new makeup girl. You said you had experience with hellhound faces. So I expect perfection. My name is Marina. I'll be your manager."

"Trust me. I used to do this sort of thing all the time when I was a teen. I got a certificate and everything" Sugar started walking around the salon and analyzing the individual work stations.

"Knowing that you got your certification from the Lust Ring means you must have learned from the very best! Here's your station. We got the top products around. Despite our location, we're just as classy as a Lust Ring parlor. Now, I'll open up the shop and leave you to work." Marina left to open up the shop, dragging her long tail behind her.

Sugar waited patiently for her target to arrive. It's been so long since she's been inside a salon. It was nostalgic for her. The smell of hairspray and powder hit strongly against her nose as various types of hellhounds settled into the building. One hellhound girl stood out the most and exactly who Sugar was looking for.

The hellhound approached Sugar's makeup station. She towered over Sugar and her tail was shaking. She had shiny blonde fur and long floppy ears. She had a tight maroon colored jacket tied tightly around her waist. She had all the features of a golden retriever.

"My name is Jewel. I was directed to your station."

"Totally. Sit down and let me give your face a good cleaning" Sugar started up the sink and squeezed various bottles of soaps into it. "So what's the occasion? Got a cute date or something?"

"Hm? Not exactly. But I got a cute imp i've been seeing for a few days now. He's extremely old but he treats me like a even offered me a job but I'm not sure if I wanna take it."

"Oh really. What kinda job is it?" Sugar said as she took arag and dabbed the soap water across Jewel's face.

Jewel's tail wagged rapidly as she felt the dampness of the rag "Ummmm I think it was an escort or something. It seems like a good gig. I've been struggling to find a job in this town for a long time and working with one of the powerful families around her would be perfect. Ha! Maybe I'll get lucky and that old imp might end up being my new boyfriend. Jackpot!" She howled.

Sugar laughed maniacally and tugged at the furs on Jewel's neck "Oh, lucky girl. Let me guess, the imp is part of the mob?"

Jewel winces from the pain of her fur being pulled at. "Um. Is this part of the treatment?"

" have such pretty fur and the sweetest looking face. I'm sure you'd make tons of money." Sugar sneered

"Oh my satan! Thank you soooo much. Maybe if you got some liposuction or something like that, you could be just as lucky as I am."

"Oh, I'm sure." Sugar splashed a more soapy water on Jewel's face and chucked. "I have a friend named Silver. She's a shy wasn't very good at seduction but she was very talented in marketing. She found out that the imp she was dating was sleeping around on her. Do you know what she did?"

"Huh, Why would I know?"

Sugar pulled out a stiletto knife from the pocket of her makeup apron and stabbed deep into Jewel's throat. The hellhound fell down harshly into the bubbling sink.

"She destroyed her life"

Later that night, Sugar returned to Crimson's estate. She proudly walked into the dinning room wearing her new maroon colored jacket. Crimson sat at the head of the table and glared at her eerily as he sipped a glass of wine.

"Where the hell have ya been?" Crimson smiled smugly and looked at her suspiciously. "I was starting to think you ran off or something. I was starting to think about sending Al out to get you."

"I was just exploring the town and getting myself familiar with the area. Did you know they have a bakery in town that sells donuts shaped like cats. It's super cute!"

"Yea. I know the imp that owns that place. He's on my payroll. I'm a frequent customer." Crimson smiles. "Maybe if you're good, I'll get you something from there. But lately, you've been slacking. I'm gonna need you to take in more customers. If you can't keep up, I'm gonna have to take in another girl. Could be fun having more demon girls around here. I got alotta empty rooms."

"No!" Sugar screams

"What the hell are you screaming for? Idiot. It's just a thought. For now, I can't afford to have anyone else staying ,come over here. Sit on my lap."

Sugar wings fluttered nervously as she sat on his lap. He seems to be in a very good mood. His face looked calmer than normal and he had a huge grin on his face.

"That's cute jacket. Red suits you perfectly. I don't usually see you wear things like this. You should wear more things like this instead of those fluffy jackets you always wear." Crimson chuckled.

"Seriously? Do you prefer leather?"

"Not exactly, dollface. Leather is fine on a certain type of demoness and it ain't you." He slowly pulled the jacket off of Sugar and threw it on the ground. "My cookie ain't the type of girl that wears something so modest. She is fluffy and obnoxiously bright. You're kinda like a poisonous frog or something similar."

"Ew. Don't compare me to a frog."

"Eh? Frogs are cute. What i'm trying to say is yer beautiful but deadly. Just shut up and take the compliment. I don't like to give those out often. Got that?"

Crimson wrapped his arms tightly around Sugar's waist as her legs wrapped around his thick thighs.

"I understand boss. I think that's the sweetest thing you've ever said to me." Sugar giggles.

"Really? I had a really fucking good day today. Do ya know what money laundering is sweetheart?'

Sugar tilts her head in confusion. "That's like cleaning money or ?"

"Fucking adorable"

Sugar felt a hardness hit against her leg as Crimson began to press his lips against her aggressively. The taste of his lips and tongue were bitter and dry. The grip of his large claws started to move lower and squeeze tighter. It was a painful and crushing feeling but she loved it. Their tails slowly wrapped around each other.

Crimson slowly pulled away from her and gave her a satisfactory grin. "Why do you always taste like goddamn candy? You taste like a birthday cake today." He licked her lips slowly like a dog. This caused Sugar to squeal.

"I have a collection of flavored lipsticks. It's a hobby." She giggled.

"Uh huh" Crimson nodded dismissively as he unbuckled his pants. Sugar smiled as she felt him enlarged against her stomach.

She licked his neck slowly as she moved her hips up and down on top of him. Her wings flapped excitedly as he felt his tail tighten around hers. The more she felt him, the stronger her grip on him became. Her black painted claws digged deeply into his skin as he thrusted into her with a rhythmic motion. Tonight, he was hers and hers alone.