PIP/Shunned/It Begins
I'm not sure exactly how to start. I suppose it all began with the time I was suspended from the football team. You see there's this hole in the boy's locker room that looks directly into the girl's locker room. So all of us guys used to look through the hole, you know, to check out the girls. It's just bad luck that I got caught. I have a girlfriend, I didn't even really need to be looking at the other girls. I guess I let my hormones get out of control. In any case I was looking through the hole when coach Simmons walked in. He actually stood there for a while before he stopped me from looking; I'm not sure if he's a perv or if he was just letting me seal my doom. So obviously I was taken to the principal's office.
Principal Mills is actually kind of hot. If it weren't for the fact that I was in trouble I wouldn't mind seeing her. Actually I wouldn't mind seeing her in just about anything . . . or nothing at all for that matter. Anyway I got marched into her office, sat in a chair, and had to listen to her for an hour and a half explaining how horrible I was to have been looking in at those girls without their permission; and to top it all off she called my parents. For some reason dad was pissed, even though he had cheated on my mom twice already. That is twice that we know of. It was hypocritical to say the least, the jackass was judging me, but he was much more of the dirt bag. Mom was just sad. I think that was worse.
Anyway when I got home, it got worse. I was grounded to my room for the next month. Not only that but everything in my room was taken away. They took away my phone, PlayStation, television, and even my computer. It was the most boring time I've ever had in my room. I was just sitting up there, being bored out of my mind. When suddenly there was a tap at the window. You wouldn't think that was very odd unless you knew that my window is on the second story. Anyway I took a look outside and there was this weird looking girl with horns on her head and red glowing eyes. I was pretty much convinced that I was going insane. She was really persistent however and kept tapping on the window. In the end my curiosity overcame my sense of dread that I might be going crazy. So like an idiot I opened the window.
The girl floated into the room like it was nothing at all. I could only stare at her as she came in. She was extraordinarily tall, over six feet, and skinny as a rail, but with huge tits. I was pretty certain that she was a hormone–fueled fantasy. She looked me up and down for a moment, smirking a bit. Finally she took it upon herself to start the conversation, as I seem to be in no condition to speak.
"So . . . Lathan is it?" she asked in an arrogant tone. "You don't hear that name very often. You can call me Sam. I'm here to make your day."
"Umm . . . how do you know my name?" I asked incredulously.
"So that's what you're going to ask," she said shaking her head. "You're not going to ask how I'm going to make your day?"
"Well I'm not sure this is even real," I said getting a little irritated at her attitude.
"Well then," she said, "I guess you wouldn't be interested in no one noticing when you do things like that again?"
"Like what?" I asked nervously, unwilling to admit to what I had just done.
"Come on now," she said with a smile, "I saw you checking out the girls in that locker room. I just thought you might want some magical assistance in avoiding being caught in the future."
"How would you do that?"
"Can you not see my horns?" she asked with a laugh. "I'm a fucking demon dip–wad."
"I'm not going to sell my soul," I said nervously.
She laughed heartily then said, "I'm not interested in your soul. We don't actually deal in souls. That's just ridiculous." She looked around my room for a bit, as though she were searching for something. After a bit she picked up my old game ball from my shelf and toss it in the air a couple of times.
"How much would you give me for this ball?" She asked.
"Umm . . . I wouldn't pay you a thing because it's my ball," I said, confused.
"That's why hell doesn't pay for souls," she said matter-of-factly. "If you're willing to make a deal, your soul is already ours. If we did make an agreement for your soul, you could still repent and not pay up. The notion that we trade favors for souls is ludicrous. Instead we give exactly what you want so that you don't regret it and then we get your soul. You can only repent if you're truly sorry. But what does it matter? If you're enjoying yourself, why should you care if you end up in Hell down the line? We do require payment however. This shit isn't free."
"What is it that you want," I asked.
"Actually, in your case, we're pretty sure you're going to do what we want all on your own. That means you can kind of think of this as free. It isn't free, mind you; but you can think of it that way. Just keep in mind, if you decide to take this deal, that's on you. The power I'm offering you is rather complex. There are side effects that must be considered."
"What is that your offering exactly?" I asked.
"If you take this power, nothing you do will ever get you into trouble again. No one will even notice that you're doing these things. You could literally walk into the White House, go up to a Secret Service agent, steal his pistol, and shoot the President of the United States, and no one would even notice. That is what I'm offering you."
It sounded too good to be true. Which meant that it obviously was. I was a little too excited at the prospect of getting the hell out of that room though. I tried to think about it for a time, but all I could think about was how I would use that power. I must've been playing way too many porn games, because the first thing I thought about was fucking my mom. If you knew my mom you wouldn't blame me. She's actually pretty smoking hot. She's also quite sweet, and nice to a fault. I've actually had quite a few jerk off sessions thinking of her. Still I'm not an idiot, so I asked, "What's the catch?"
"Well," she said, "it's pretty simple. This is pretty complicated magic. We can't exactly put it through a filter. That means that no one will notice you doing . . . anything."
"Couldn't you just give me the ability to turn it on and off?" I asked.
"We don't need your help that much," she said with a chortle. "If you're not interested I can just leave through the window like I came." She pretty much had me over a barrel. After dreaming about what I can do with that power, there was no way I was giving it up. I wasn't about to take the deal as it was. I figured I could get a bit more out of this deal.
"I'm not so sure. Maybe you could sweeten the pot?" I said.
"Not likely," she said with a sigh. "What is it that you want?"
"How about I get to fuck you?"
"Oh really?" she asked, "you just want a piece of ass? Or is it that you just want a piece of demon ass?"
"Is it a deal, or not?" I asked, getting a bit impatient.
"I'm not just going to let you fuck me," she said. "I'll tell you what, sport. If you can figure out my name in the next year, I'll let you fuck me then."
"And how am I supposed to do that?" I asked.
"Well to start off, Sam is a shortened form of my name. If you add that fact to the fact that I am a devil, not just a demon mind you, you should be able to figure it out."
"It sounds like an awful lot of trouble," I said.
"How about I throw in a little bonus? I'll give the same power to your room. No one will even realize your room exists, they will pass it by as though it weren't even there." I thought about it for a bit and it seemed like a good deal at the time.
"Okay I'll take it," I said, certain that I had gotten one over on her.
"So be it," she said. "Have fun with the virtual invisibility." And with that she floated out of my window and disappeared from sight. I immediately tried to decide what I was going to do first . . . probably my mom.