Page 32 of The Good Char (Soul Taker)

KIMMY

“Get your disgusting little cretin hands off my counter!” he roared at a poor little boy who was picking his nose. “You, female! Get your blasted spawn away from me.”

I slapped him with the back of my hand and he snarled in my face. “D, stop it. You’re scaring the customers.”

D was the same grumbly man I met the first day, in front of everyone. I enjoyed the fact that I was able to see the other side of him behind closed doors and that he reserved special treatment just for me.

After reassuring him that his true form didn’t scare me but instead turn me on, he complained about the fact that he had to sneak away to the underworld more often to fix his ‘flesh suit’ without the master catching him.

I still didn’t know who this master was but I do hope he forgave D. He was such a good demon.

At least, good to me. I still didn’t know where he went some nights, but he would come home full of adrenaline and desire. Who was I to question him if I reaped the benefits deliciously?

Today was a normal Thursday and soon after our shift began, two familiar faces showed up that I was not looking forward to seeing.

My body tensed up as I watched my parents make their way toward The Good Char.

I was nervous to say the least—scared too.

D instantly noticed my change in composure and walked over, placing his warm hand on my shoulder to ask me if I was okay right as my parents made it to the counter.

I covered my face with both hands, almost wishing I could disappear. The grill was only a few feet away. Maybe D could…

There was an awkward short period of silence when my parents finally spoke.

“Well, Kimmy, we have good news for you. Cindy’s mom called and she is home safe and sound.”

I quickly dropped my hands from my face and began crying, leaking tears all over the counter.

I was a nervous wreck. I couldn’t tell them I already knew this.

My heart was racing, worrying about where this conversation would lead.

It was different arguing with my parents at home than in public.

D grumbled and began spraying and cleaning the area in front of me when my father extended his hand.

“So, you are the famous Dick that my daughter has been raving on and on about.”

I groaned. Did he really have to say that out loud? He was trying to embarrass me on purpose! I wasn’t raving, just making sure they understood what an amazing person he was sans the fact that he was a demon.

D glared at him for a moment before confidently shaking his hand. I blushed like my whole body was being dipped into an oil vat. They both ignored me.

“I know you and my daughter are more than employee and owner,” my dad gruffly said, trying to hide the words with a cough or two before quickly changing the subject. “This is a nice place you have here, Dick .”

“It’s Dzik,” D said nonchalantly but with a hint of firmness. I had to admit, it turned me on when he was mysterious like this.

“Well, let us get one of those dipped dogs everyone has been talking about,” my father blustered as he puffed out his chest. What was going on right now?

D nodded silently as he personally dipped and fried two—one for both my parents. I wiped my face with the back of my hands and now I wanted to cry for another reason. How did I get so lucky with a man like him?

My father turned the food in his hand and examined it while my mother, trying to bridge the weird tension in the air, dipped hers in ketchup and took the first brave bite.

“This is exquisite, Harold!” she exclaimed with the biggest smile on her face. “Hurry and take a bite. It's to die for.”

“To die for, you say?” D smirked and chuckled.

I grimaced. I still didn’t know what the secret batter was or why D would go missing once a week or so during our work week.

My dad finally took a bite and nodded his head in silence, not expressing one way or another if he liked it or not.

My heart hammered inside of my chest. No matter what happens next, I wouldn’t let him come between us.

I laced my fingers in D’s hand behind the counter and he gripped it firmly, calming me down.

Finally, my father cleared his throat and placed his corndog down on its paper tray. “Please, come talk a little business with me, Dick—If you have a moment.”

D invited my father to the back leaving my mother and I standing at the front of The Good Char in silence.

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DZIK

“Well, I’m going to cut right to the chase,” Kimmy’s sire continued. “This is a hell of an operation you have here. My little Kimmy means the world to me and I know she means a lot to you.”

I braced myself for whatever threat was going to come out of his mouth. Kimmy would forgive me in time if I had to speed up her sire’s demise. My phallus and I would make sure of it.

“So, how about a partnership?”

His expression, once hard, finally softened a few degrees. I didn’t trust him. Why would I want to join forces with a human? Especially one that made my female sad when mentioned.

Kimmy was the only acceptable human in my existence. She was mine. This one I owed nothing to.

“Now just take a moment and think about it,” he continued to coerce me. “We could open up several of your businesses all over, franchise it.”

I mulled over his proposition. “Hmm.”

I had never considered it. I wonder how many demons I could get to come to the human realm to work for me? I would be the boss, their master… with multiple human servants beneath me. Yes. Yes, I liked this Idea.

He extended his hand again in their human custom and I shook it. “So, there we have it. I’ll get the papers for you and we can write up the contracts. You understand contracts right?”

He was testing me the same way I was testing him. The same way I tested Kimmy on her first day. The memory made my tail mentally swish.

“Of course,” I said slowly as if he was the simple one. “Buying and selling souls.” I nodded with a chuckle. “If you’ve seen one contract, you’ve seen ’em all.”

Two seconds of silence later, he slapped his knee and barked out a laugh while walking us back to the front. He was a strange one, but I wasn’t surprised. He sired my little carrion, after all.

“This guy is a hoot, Margie. I like him. You have to bring him over for dinner.”

Kimmy’s sad eyes brightened when she saw me and my hidden tail wanted to thrash left and right at her attention. My cock wanted to feel her insides and without my control, my face broke into a smile for her.

“Okay, I promise,” Kimmy immediately answered as her sire got on the other side of the counter. She waved at them without taking her eyes off me, blushing as she confidently walked into my arms.

It was a public claim she didn’t do often enough. I would have to punish her later for that.

“One thing, Mr. Dzik,” her mother piped in, watching our embrace closely then darting her eyes to Kimmy’s stomach.

Yes, I was sure multiple spawns had already been planted in her womb.

I made sure of it, nightly whether she was aware of it or not.

I came home covered in blood one night to find her in peaceful slumber.

I ravaged her in her sleep the way I always did, snickering when she mumbled the next day about starting her menstruation off schedule.

“You just have to give me your special recipe. I would love to bring some of this to my church for our special revival. Would you consider catering? Because I love your weiners!”

Kimmy choked as she buried her face against my chest while her mother smiled brightly and her father continued to scarf his down behind her.

Catering? More and more doors were opening up for me to continue wreaking havoc in the human realm.

Having a bunch of goody two-shoes eat human flesh at a place like that? I would make sure Zychor and Belchar heard about my evil deeds.

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world,” I told her with a wicked smile.

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