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

Right… of course, they noticed him ogling. Alex was glad it was dark, otherwise they would have noticed his skin colour resembling the shade of prize-winning tomatoes.

“You’re Melissa?” Karen asked, and when Melissa nodded somewhat nervously, she added, “Do you always dress like this?”

Melissa shook her head. “I dressed like- it was to lure… Marvin wanted me… like this,” she finished.

“Hey, it’s okay,” Karen said, as she took Melissa by the hands. “I like it. You look hot.”

No longer seeming stiff, Melissa smiled. “Thanks,” she said coyly.

Karen placed a hand on Melissa’s bottom and gently squeezed. “Lead the way, babe.”

“What. The. Fuck,” Alex muttered as he watched Melissa and Karen walked down the street towards the terraced houses of yellow brickwork and red tiled roofs.

“It’s kinda hot,” the voice said. 

He wasn’t wrong. It was kinda hot.

“Threesome, dude. I bet their both begging for it.” 

Alex rolled his eyes and hurried after Karen and Melissa. He caught up to them just as they turned left towards a darkened alleyway. They came out to another street full of smaller tower blocks. The road was empty, save for the single kid on a bike. He looked to be about ten, and dressed wearing tracksuit bottoms, white Nike trainers and a black Nike cap. Alex half expected the kid to show him the middle finger as he passed. The demon child did not show the middle finger. Instead, it bared it’s shark like teeth and hissed at him.

“Ignore him,” Karen said, over her shoulder. “He’s just a kid.”

“I wasn’t going to do anything,” Alex grumbled.

They’d stopped in front of one of the apartment blocks. Concrete slabs led up to a blue door with a two-foot-long glass panel. Beyond it was mostly darkness, but Alex could make out a stairwell. Melissa pushed the door open and climbed up the stairs with Karen at her side. The Demon Hunter still had her hand on the demon’s ass.

Alex pressed a switch on the wall as he climbed. A flickering light appeared above. It never stopped flickering. The stairwell dark and cold, this would be a perfect spot to film a horror scene. They passed the first floor and kept climbing. They passed the second floor and still climbed.

Walking behind them as they climbed, it seemed inevitable that Alex’s eyes would fall on Melissa’s bottom. Karen was still holding it pretty firmly. Part of him wanted to do the same. It was a really curvy ass. Actually, he wanted to do more than just hold her ass. He wanted to lift her short skirt and see what was underneath, if there was anything underneath.

Melissa was dressed like this to entrap Marvin. Sure, they’d slept together a couple of times, but she wasn’t his girlfriend. She could do whatever she liked. Why then did he still feel a little jealous? What made it worse was that she was doing this for him.

It was at this point did Karen glance back. “Are you staring at her ass?”

Alex had been staring at Melissa’s ass and in a very obvious way. He couldn’t exactly lie. Nor did he want to. Melissa’s yellow eyes, they were smiling at him. She was enjoying this. Karen was too. They were teasing him, expecting his shy self to stutter a response. Well, they would be in for a surprise.

“I want to see what's underneath the skirt,” Alex said confidently.

That stopped them both in their tracks. Karen raised an eyebrow. Then, slowly, she lifted Melissa’s white skirt to reveal two perfectly curvy ass cheeks. Alex knew it. She wasn’t wearing any panties. He grabbed her ass cheeks and squeezed them. His fingers brushed against the outer lips of Melissa’s pussy. She was hot and wet.

“...we’re… we’re here,” Melissa said, her voice muffled.

They had reached the landing of the fourth floor. There was an open-air corridor on one side with a wall of concrete two and a half feet high. On the other side were blue doors. Reluctantly, Alex let go of Melissa’s bottom.

“Marvin’s in there?”

Melissa nodded. “He should be out cold and tied to a chair in the kitchen.”

“Nice,” Karen commented. “Good job with this one, Alex,” she added.

Melissa grinned, then opened the door. They followed her down the narrow corridor decorated with the dirty flowered wallpaper that had seen better days. There was a single low energy light bulb hanging from the ceiling. At the end of the corridor was an open door.

It led into a darkened kitchen. Alex flicked the switch on. It was a mess. The windows had black stuff growing on the borders. Dirty dishes piled the sink. The worktops had far too many pots and pans. A three-legged table rested in the corner. Stacked on it were old newspapers, plastic containers and glass bottles.

“Sorry about the mess,” Melissa said quietly. “I’ve only been in this apartment for a few days.”

“It’s… fine,” Alex said. “Really… it’s not that bad… just a few… any who… you got Marvin.”

In the centre of the kitchen, sitting on an old wooden rocking chair was a demon with purple skin and green spikes growing on his head in place of hair. He was fastened securely with thick rope. His head tilted to a side. He was out cold, but his mouth hung open, showing his sharp black teeth. There was a small puddle of drool by the chair leg.

“How did you find him?” Karen asked. “I was certain he would have gone underground.”

The blue skin on Melissa’s cheeks were tinged with red. “I uhh… I work in some of the demon clubs he used to frequent… Marvin’s always had a thing for me, so I put the word out that I needed money and uhh… was willing to do anything for it. It took a week for