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  A moan got turned into a high-pitched squeak as Hillary dropped off into a climax. She lifted her knees up, her toes curling and her thighs spreading as far apart as possible.

  Taking it as an invitation to destroy her, Sam happily obliged. Pulling his knees up closer to her hips, he worked to plow the Doppelganger into the bed.

  Through the bed.

  Straight into the floor, in fact.

  Feasting on her as he did so, and enjoying the taste of her.

  She was delicious. Pure, unadulterated desire was washing through her, along with a massive amount of simple carnal need.

  He knew for a fact that Hillary would go at it with him all day and night if he let her.

  She was a very sexual woman, apparently. Far more than Irma could ever be.

  Whimpering and pulling at his back, Hillary shook with each heavy thrust into her.

  When he felt like he wasn’t about to get anything more out of her, when she’d hit her peak, Sam let his control go and came.

  Pushing down hard into her, Sam felt his member flex and strain.

  Hillary’s response was instant, her walls clamping down hard and rough to him in a way that wouldn’t be possible if she weren’t a Doppelganger.

  Groaning at the pleasure of it, Sam pulled back and thrust into her again and again as he climaxed.

  Then he let out a breath and laid his head on Hillary’s shoulder, pushing into her one more time. He took out a small dose of Essence from his pool and pushed it into Hillary along with the contract.

  Everything was done.

  Each time he lay with her, he’d add more Essence. As a Doppelganger, her entire body was made of magic.

  She could hold as much Essence as he could put into her. She also could never touch it, nor could anyone else.

  Hillary would become a living battery.

  He had to take it slow, though, or her entire soul would collapse. She wasn’t an Imp, after all.

  “Whew,” she said, her knees unfolding. She hooked her ankles behind Sam’s knees and laid her arms against his back. “That was… the best I’ve ever had. You’re amazing. Can we go again in a little bit? Five minutes maybe?”

  “Sure, I’ll stay the night,” Sam said, peeking up at the side of the Doppelganger’s face. Her golden eyes were wide and dilated.

  “Great. We’ll see if your hips give out first or my pussy. I bet it’s your hips,” Hillary said, her tone light and breathy. “And wow… those benefits are pretty great. I feel… a lot better already.”

  “Glad you liked it,” Sam said.

  “The orgasm? I loved it,” she said. “Loved it. I haven’t had anyone in my bed since last year, but that was… like nothing I’ve had before. Ever.”

  “Oh?” Sam asked.

  “Yeah. I graduated high school last year and broke up with my boyfriend on my eighteenth birthday. He was cheating on me,” Hillary said, with a sudden shudder racking her body. “That was amazing though. Everything is twitching. And I really want to go again.”

  Huh. She must make herself look older to get respect at the workplace.

  This plane is rather strange now.

  Seven - The Return-

  Sam smiled, managing to fight down a sigh.

  He’d been sitting here for an hour already listening to the director of their department drone on about how they’d done last quarter.

  He didn’t give a flying fuck about this.

  Nobody wants to be here. Every single person in this room will say it was “interesting” or “a good meeting” and not one of them could tell you what was said.

  Worthless and pointless.

  This is no different than the old town councils. Whether looking for a witch to burn or collecting taxes, it was all the same. They just wanted to know a few things.

  Are we safe?

  Are we expecting trouble?

  Can I get more money?

  “…brings us to our new hire. Sam,” said the strange Kewpie doll–looking woman standing at the front. She was dumpy and middle-aged, with brown hair and brown eyes.

  She also wasn’t very tall, looked like she had a blinking problem, and seemed to despise anyone who disagreed with her.

  If Sam had to say anything about her, he’d say she was probably everything wrong with the business so far.

  Standing up, Sam waved a hand with a smile and then sat back down.

  “With that being said, I’d like to open the floor up to questions,” Corinne said, folding her hands together. “Unless no one has any, in which case I’ll wish you all a happy Friday.”

  Oh? Huh. This is an opportunity. Let’s use it. And after feeding from Hillary and Irma, I’m actually starting to feel like my tanks aren’t empty all the time.

  Every day leading up to today, Sam had taken Hillary and Irma both out to dinner and then to bed. Taking one and then the other, alternating back and forth until he worked them both to exhaustion.

  Hillary hadn’t even bothered to go back home after the first night, since Sam just took her back to Irma’s.

  He felt great.

  Getting up to his feet, Sam held up his hand.

  “Haha, Sam, you don’t have to stand up,” Corinne said, flashing a fake smile at him.

  Smiling back at her, Sam walked up to the front of the room. Slowly, without speaking, he made eye contact with each of the supervisors, managers, and directors in the room.

  Once he had all forty securely ensnared, he looked at Corinne.

  “Go lock the door,” he said.

  Corinne didn’t say anything, just went to the door and locked it. Then she stood there staring at him.

  “First—who here knows Abigail Winters?” Sam looked around the room of ensnared mortals.

  Damn it feels good to be back on the planes.

  A few hands went up.

  “Among you, who likes Abigail?” Sam asked, looking at the people with their hands raised.

  Every single hand dropped.

  “Okay, you—why don’t you like her?” he said, pointing at a heavyset middle-aged woman.

  “She corrects people in meetings. She’ll even interrupt them while they’re still talking,” said the woman.

  “Right. Decorum, got it,” Sam said, grimacing. Then he pointed to the man next to her.

  “You?” Sam asked.

  “I want to sleep with her, but she ignores me,” the man said.

  Turning his head, Sam looked at Corinne. “Fire him. If I can keep myself from sleeping with every woman in the building, he can keep it in his pants too.”

  “Okay,” Corinne said, then looked at the man. “You’re fired, Mike.”

  Sam turned back to Mike. “You’re fired, Mike. You’ll go to HR with Corinne after this and collect your stuff.”

  Sam sighed as he looked to the next person who had their hand up.

  “You, why don’t you like Abigail?” he asked.

  “She’s fat,” said the man.

  Grimacing, Sam pressed a hand to his temple.

  Yeah. This is… yeah. This is why everyone is so focused on themselves. Because everyone else judges them.

  “Great, alright. At least… at least that’s fixable, I guess,” Sam grumbled. Feeling like this was rapidly turning out worse than he wanted, Sam pointed at the next person. “You, why don’t you like Abigail?”

  “She doesn’t put in any extra effort. Just the bare minimum,” said the man.

  “Right. Put together a list right now of all the things she could have volunteered for that doesn’t require extra work after her workday,” Sam said.

  And so it went, Sam asking each person who knew Abigail what their problems with her were.

  Though it seemed to be the same thing with different ways of saying it.

  Abigail didn’t know how to socialize correctly. She was combative. She was quick to be right and make others wrong. Everyone also knew she had a master’s degree, since she told everyone about it.

  Sam closed his eyes and grit
his teeth. He had a lot of work to do with Abigail. A lot of work.

  He’d seen an awful lot of “corporate politics” when he’d watched the plane. He had just never realized it wasn’t just at the top that people acted like this.

  “Alright, everyone leave and forget all about this. Mike asked a bunch of stupid questions and ended up calling Corinne some foul names,” Sam said. “Mike, Corinne, stay for a second.”

  Everyone filed out like zombies. It probably wouldn’t be until they got back to their offices that they’d wake up from the spell.

  “Corinne,” Sam said as soon as the door closed on the last person. “What’s the likelihood of Abigail getting a supervisor position?” Sam asked.

  “Not likely at all,” Corinne said. “We’ll be downsizing by the end of the year. Our department will end up cutting head count by half. We’re turning a profit, but not a large enough one to appease the shareholders.”

  “Oh, my twisting nether,” Sam said with a hiss between his teeth. “How long before the layoff?”

  “Six months.”

  “Okay. We have some time.” Sam turned to Mike. “Insult Corinne and make a pass at her. Don’t fight when she fires you.”

  Sam left the room and went back to his office.

  He didn’t miss it when he caught Lindsey eying him, a smirk at the corner of her mouth.

  Maybe I should… no. We’ll wait till we’re leaving. Feed from her. Give her some advice and then blank the memory of the sex.

  “Abigail,” Sam said with some heat to his voice.

  Looking up from her seat, Abigail seemed confused. Her headset was on her head, and it looked like she was talking to someone.

  “When you’re done with that call, come into my office,” Sam said.

  It would be easier if everyone thought he was angry at her. Especially since she might come out somewhat upset after he tore her poor little heart open with everything he had to tell her.

  ***

  “And that’s everything that they said about you,” Sam said, holding his hands up in defeat. “Honestly, I’m rather thankful. These are all perception things that can be changed rather easily.”

  “Fat?” Abigail said, looking aghast.

  “The real world tends to focus on the physical, Abigail,” Sam said with a sad smile. “Unfortunately, you’ll be judged on how you look whether you want to be or not. And whether people admit it or not.

  “We can rail and fight and scream at people to do the right thing, but they’ll just go down deep with it. They’ll hide it and couch it in a different way. You can’t make people be something they’re not.

  “No matter how many of those silly meetings you make them attend. People will still do what they do. Age, sex, preference in partner, appearance. That’s… just how the world is. Be thankful yours is something you can fix. Ugly is ugly, no matter which way you spin it.”

  “Fat?” Abigail said again, shaking her head.

  “To be fair, you’re not this world’s ideal weight,” Sam said with a shrug. “Not trying to be mean, but that’s just the reality. Again, though, something you can fix. If you want to. I don’t think you should.”

  “I’ve tried dieting; it doesn’t—”

  “Yes. It does. It just comes down to mental strength,” Sam said. “But hey, that’s on you. Not me. My job is just to get you to a place where you can live your life and do it successfully.

  “Which means working on your decorum. You can’t just shoot people down and call them out like you’ve been doing.”

  “I do not do that,” Abigail complained, glaring at him.

  “They think you do. Unfortunately, that’s all that matters. If they think you do it, you do,” Sam said with another shrug.

  Abigail shook her head, looking away from him.

  “We’ll need to work on that. Additionally, apparently everyone in the building knows you have a master’s,” Sam said. “You probably don’t need to tell everyone about your degree.”

  Wincing, Abigail deflated in her chair.

  “You may think it’s important that you got that degree, but it’s meaningless to them. It probably comes across as you being prideful too,” Sam said.

  “But… I’m proud of it,” Abigail muttered.

  “Be proud of it, just realize no one else cares. You don’t need validation from others,” Sam said.

  Abigail sat there for several seconds before she nodded her head fractionally.

  “Okay, good. Next is volunteering,” Sam said. “Kinda goes back to the socializing aspect we discussed. Some people will judge you on what you do to contribute to a team atmosphere. In this case, you’ll need to work on putting yourself out there visibly.”

  “I can do that,” Abigail said, still looking rather down. “That’s not so bad, I guess.”

  “Now, the best and worst part. You ready?” Sam asked.

  Lifting her head up, Abigail looked at him.

  “They’re going to lay people off,” Sam said. “Shareholders didn’t get enough profit. We need to get you into a new job, it sounds like. And at the same time, we’ll prep you for how to act in that new job.”

  “What? But… I just got a raise and… and… but why?” Abigail looked confused and hurt.

  “As I said. Shareholders didn’t get enough money. They got some, and the company made a profit, but they didn’t get enough,” Sam said. “Reminds me of public executions or beatings. Somehow they thought that would deter people better than educating them. In this case, rather than investing back into the company and doing better, cutting jobs will somehow make the rest of the workforce… happy? Draconian and stupid.”

  “Layoffs…?” Abigail muttered, not having heard a word he’d said.

  “Yes. So we’re going to get you job hunting. I’ll make Matt write a recommendation letter. I don’t know how to write those, but I’m sure you’ll need one from me,” Sam said.

  “I can’t just… I mean… they could change their minds, right?” Abigail said, looking at Sam.

  “What, the layoffs? Sure. You humans change your mind as quick as the wind changes directions,” Sam said. “But greed is greed. If these shareholders are anything like other humans I’ve dealt with, they’ve made up their mind already.”

  “I might not be laid off, though. I can stay and just work really hard,” Abigail said.

  “Believing that somehow evil won’t befall you is a good way to get hurt,” Sam said. “Again, your call. I’ve already said what I think you should do. It’s your life, not mine. I’m just stealing some of yours.”

  Abigail frowned at that, shaking her head again. She seemed very much in denial.

  “Okay,” she said. “Okay. I’ll… think on it.”

  “Great. Okay, I’m going to go use my new credit card and get things moving. I could use some actual clothes, maybe a car, and a number of other things,” Sam said.

  “You’re not coming home tonight?” Abigail asked.

  “No. Not tonight. I probably won’t be home all weekend, actually,” Sam said. “Your job while I’m gone is to get your resume together. Ask some of the other supervisors here for help—or Matt, actually. I’ll put an embedded spell in him to assist you with it if you ask.”

  “What… what else are you doing this weekend?” Abigail asked.

  “Truthfully? Rebuilding my empire. There’s a certain amount of groundwork one needs to be able to complete contracts effectively and easily,” Sam said. There was a lot he needed to get done and in place. He needed to have multiple established assets here on the prime. “You got a pretty large discount on my going rate because you’re my first case in a while.”

  “Oh. Alright,” Abigail said. “I’ll… get going then.”

  Sam nodded at that.

  Picking up his phone, he immediately called Irma’s office.

  Abigail left, leaving the door open. Leaning back in his chair, Sam looked to where he knew Lindsey sat.

  She liked to peek into his office when
the door was open.

  Catching her staring was something of a game now.

  Sure enough, the young woman was gazing at him through the open door. Smiling, Sam waved a hand at her.

  Lindsey hesitantly waved back at him.

  She’s gonna taste great.

  Looking back at his phone, Sam watched as it continued to ring.

  Someone walked into his doorway, getting his attention. Looking up, he found Irma and Hillary standing there.

  “Ready to go?” Irma asked with a smile. “I hit the front-desk girl with some Essence. Just like you explained. Worked perfectly.”

  Hanging up the phone, Sam grinned at her.

  “Good afternoon, Irma. I was just calling you. And did you really? That’s pretty impressive. You seem to have a natural talent for it,” he said. Then he turned to Hillary. She was in her “default” state right now, what she’d been born as. “Afternoon, Hillary. Embracing your heritage, are you?”

  “Yes,” she said with a smile.

  Irma tilted her head to one side.

  “Let’s get back to my place for lunch,” she said. “After that, I was hoping to take you to my grandmother’s. She’s going to summon Reixhitz tonight, and I’d like you there for it. Would you mind?”

  Sam did mind. He really didn’t want to be there. He and Reixhitz didn’t actually get along very well.

  “For me, Sam?” Irma asked, giving him a warm smile.

  Huh. She thinks that’ll work.

  Then again, she did say she wanted this to be something else.

  I suppose I could do it. For her.

  “Fine. After we eat. I spent some Essence for my client, and I’ve been looking forward to having you two for lunch,” Sam said, getting up out of his chair.

  “Really need to get you that ‘feed harem’ together,” Irma said, wrinkling her nose as she smiled at him.

  Sam shrugged. “Up to you. I’m perfectly happy with you two right now. Now, let’s get going. I’m rather hungry.”

  ***

  Walking into the large house, Sam was impressed.