Ethan looked round the oak-panelled walls of the outer office. He’d been kept waiting an hour. He didn’t mind though he had all the time in the world. This was the job of his dreams! He wasn’t going to blow it because of a little discomfort. He shifted uneasily in his seat, all right quite a bit of discomfort. He smiled as he looked down at himself, wouldn’t Ripper laugh if he saw him now, naked and chained to a chair! Yes, Ripper! His smile became wistful as his mind conjured up images of his lover as he had last seen him. Ripper was so pleased with those trick handcuffs! Ethan couldn’t help himself. He just had to put an extra oomph to the inhibitions spell he left behind. That must have been something to behold, Ripper a howling sex mad fiend!

A door opened in front of him and he looked expectantly at the young nymphet encased in leather. His earlier discomfort was replaced by something a good deal more obvious, but no less comfortable. Her eyes rested on him briefly then she looked unnecessarily round the empty waiting room.

"Ethan Rayne?" She called, her voice like a foghorn. Ethan winced. Whispering sweet nothings was obviously not her forte! Whipping sweet nothings, maybe. He mused.

"Here!" He piped up cheerily. He waited for her to release him from his bondage. She turned on her spiked heel with a "Follow me…" thrown over her shoulder.

Ethan’s eyes rolled skyward as his hands gripped the arms of his chair and he shuffled, bent almost double into the inner office after her. She stood by him. He was about to rest the legs of the chair on the floor when his hand was stung by a blow from the nymphet’s riding crop. "Ow!" He protested. He looked up at her with his best hurt expression. The cool bitch Goddess didn’t waver.

"Mr. Rayne." Ethan stared at the back of the leather chair behind the desk. That voice was familiar. "Take a seat…" Ethan let his chair bang to the floor.

"Thank you I brought one with me…" He muttered with a touch of sarcasm.

"Ah, Claire, I thought I told you not to play that trick on our guest." The voice sounded mildly amused. The chair swung slowly round to reveal a man of forty-plus years strikingly handsome with curling brown hair tinged with grey at the temples. He smiled and clasped his hands over his leather trousers. His chest was powerfully muscled and sprinkled with hair. A ring adorned his nipple; his ear was similarly pierced. Ethan grinned with sudden recognition but then he looked closer. There was something wrong with his eyes and there were horns peeking out from just beyond the man’s hairline. This was not Ripper.

"Ah, Ethan. Not many discover the deception so quickly, you know your friend too well I think."

"Yes, but thank you for making me feel at home!" He smiled at the demon behind the desk.

"Hmmm, yes well. Home and whether this is where you will reside is yet to be decided isn’t it?" He took out an enormous book and slipped on his reading glasses. "Now your case…" He looked over the rim of his glasses at Ethan whose attention was temporarily captured by the nymphet bouncing on his lap. "Is a complicated one, my you did start early didn’t you?"

"Yess!"

"Setting fire to your house, your school, the local church and the … ah.." The demon grinned. "Local fire station!" He shook his head chuckling. He produced a handkerchief from an exceptionally tight trouser pocket and proceeded to clean his spectacles.

"Your career continues, I have glowing accounts from several eye witnesses to your atrocities. In fact there is only one blot on your record…" the demon halted and waited for the right moment. He saw Ethan’s shoulders tense as his climax approached the girl approaching hers … Nearly..

There! "Rupert Giles" The demon said the name to a distant roll of thunder as Ethan screamed out "RIPPER" in his orgasm.

End.

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