The Devil's Apprentice by Patrick Stewart (polar express read aloud TXT) 📕

was gorgeous. Tall, blonde, blue eyes, hot… Being a virgin and awkward around girls, Alex figured if he lived with one, he’d eventually get over it, right?

He was wrong.

For starters, he worked night shifts in security. Jessica held a day job as a receptionist at Canary Wharf. On the weekends she was either out with her friends, or in with her boyfriend. Alex tended to stay in his room when that happened.

No, he and Jessica didn’t see much of each other.

Except right this moment.

She was seeing a lot of him right now. Her eyes were firmly fixed on his manhood. Alex, surprised by its sudden growth and in a little shock, still held it in his hand. “It’s real?” he mumbled, staring down at it.

Jessica was only wearing a striped night shirt with the top four buttons undone. With her arms folded across her chest, it had the effect of accentuating her already gifted bosom.

“Are you asking me if the enormous cock you’re holding is real?”

Alex became aware that he was naked in front of Jessica with his hand still wrapped around his enlarged manhood. He’d just asked Jessica, the hot girl he’d crushed on since she came to view his apartment if his cock was real…

His cheeks reddened furiously. Alex let go of his cock and placed both hands in front of his manhood.

“Uh… what’s up,” he asked, trying to sound casual and doing a terrible job of it. It was amazing the effect this girl had on him. He could feel the beads of sweat on his forehead. He was about to quickly wipe it away when he remembered that his hands needed to stay exactly where they were.

Jessica remained by the door, staring at him curiously. “You didn’t look so good last night. Thought I’d check up on you.”

“What uh, what happened last night?” Alex asked quickly.

“You got home late. Later than me,” she smiled. “This girl brought you in. You seemed a bit drunk. She practically carried you into your room.”

Alex swallowed. “What uh, what did she look like?”

“Hot,” Jessica said, wistfully. “Insanely hot.”

Satani? Scarlett? Both were insanely hot, even if somewhat unconventional, Satani with her horns and Scarlett being red and all… One of them must have dropped him off here after… after pulling his soul out.

Satani had torn his soul out. Alex didn’t fully understand what that meant at the time. He was under the impression that he would die. That hadn’t happened. He was still alive. In fact, he felt normal. Alex raised his hand and felt his chest. The flesh wasn’t tender anymore. The only evidence of the devil tearing his soul out was the little dots of scabbed skin.

 “Well done, by the way,” Jessica grinned, her eyes staring at his waist area once more.

Alex’s hand shot back down to cover his cock. “Well done?”

“She’s way out of your league. She’s out of my league. I mean, I’m straight but she was making me think things… she had the perfect figure. Like a Victoria’s Secret model, but with curves. And her hair, silky jet-black hair, perfectly smooth skin, and those blue eyes…” Jessica seemed out of breath, gushing.

Jet black hair? Neither Satani nor Scarlett had black hair. Who had dropped him off? Alex didn’t know any- And then he remembered that girl. The one he’d met in the bedroom, the one that had kissed him just before she’d betrayed him.

There was no denying it now.

The previous night had not been a dream.

Alex took a step back, suddenly feeling drained. Jessica stepped into the room, concern on her face, she placed a hand on his shoulder.

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost, Alex,” Jessica said. “Maybe you should sit down?”

It was good advice. Alex did sit, or more, he collapsed onto the bed. “Fuck… it really did happen,” he mumbled.

Jessica sat beside him, her eyes on his lap, she stared at his exposed cock. “What happened?” she asked, her voice distant.

Alex ran his hand through his hair. “I uh… My dad. He died. And then a-”

“Your dad died?” Jessica interrupted, now looking at his face. “Oh Alex, I’m so sorry.”

Although he didn’t have the greatest relationship ever with his dad, Alex imagined at some point or other, he would “grieve” the loss. But this wasn’t the moment. There were so many other things running through his mind right now.

Satani, the devil, she was real. His soul had been torn out from within him. He remembered seeing it. His own face, his own body, but a ghostly and ghastly version. The voice in his head, it said… it said he would die once his soul was torn out. Is this death? Was he dead?

He didn’t feel like he was dead. This felt very real and it felt amazing. It was like this energy was flowing to his loins. Oddly, it wasn’t a completely unfamiliar feeling… Alex quickly became aware of what was happening.

Jessica.

She’d wrapped her hands around his cock.

It grew enormous in her hands as she massaged it. A true beast, the head throbbed as Jessica’s hands squeezed the tip.

“What uh… what are you doing?” Alex asked, swallowing uncomfortably.

Jessica looked back at him. She was so pretty; she nearly took his breath away. She smelt good too. This was something Alex had dreamt of for months. Not of this exact scene where he lay in bed naked and she rubbed his cock. He’d dreamt of spending time with her, and yes, of them both eventually being intimate.

But this wasn’t right.

There was a distant look in her eyes. It cleared and she shook her head, as if jolting awake. Jessica glanced down at his cock, at her hands wrapped around it. Slowly, she let go of his cock. Her hands came to her sides and she