Free Strum: virgin captive of the billionaire demon rock star monster (The Squirm Files) by Cari Silverwood Page B

good boy?”
    Though he blushed, Crush nodded.
    He wasn’t saying much, but at least he’d distracted Prudence from her puritanical invasion of Virginia’s poppy stem skirt.
    The scars on his face looked pale, as the rest of his face was so beetroot red. Prudence caressed them with her ruler. “I like these. Makes you such a beautiful man.” She lowered her voice. “I wanna take you somewhere and do bad things to you. Would you let me? Hmm.”
    There was a pause so pregnant a herd of wildebeest popped into being in the fields and proceeded to have baby wildebeests. Virginia cocked one eyebrow. What ever were wildebeests anyway?
    Crush nodded shyly but croaked. “Yes, ma’am.”
    Wait. What? Virginia took a step and tapped Prudence on the shoulder. “You can’t take him anywhere. We need him to defeat the Necrosexi-texmexicon.”
    “ Ummm. Really? Though I know that book. It threatens the existence of the Zon itself. That’s what this battle was about?”
    She nodded but rummaged through her expressions and summoned a glare. “You can’t have Crush. Even if I have zero idea as to what exactly he did in the battle. I mean a cock that could hammer nails is interesting and all, but does it have any other use? Seriously?”
    After choking for a few seconds, Prudence recovered. “Yes,” she squeaked. “I do believe so. I will do you a deal. Crush comes with me. I won’t prosecute your see-through skirtness disaster.”
    Virginia glared harder.
    “And...if you come with us, I will give you a weapon of inestimable value. The weapon to end all weapons. And probably the Necrosexi-texmexicon too. The Wand.”
    “The wand? What. The Fuck?” I can’t go traipsing off to get this. Zagan and Karl...” Oh god, explaining time soon. “They expect me to be here.”
    “ Pfft.” Prudence hooked a finger under Crush’s chin. “I have like a scifi teleport thing. You can be gone and back again in the buzz of a futuristic zzzap before they notice you missing. Come.”
    “Come? N –”
    The world blinked out, went pinnng. And she was there. Somewhere else. Virginia looked around. There were shelves everywhere and there were dildos, and topless women with clampy things on their nipples, and others wearing dildos like cocks, and ohmigod it was too much. She stared at Prudence and totally nowhere else. Was this the Hall of Dildos?
    “You wanted to sue me over my skirt and there’s all this!” She gestured wildly with out actually looking at anyone or anything. So what if she’d had tentacle sex, and tail sex, and all that. This was rude!
    But Prudence merely sauntered to a display of what seemed black dog collars and steel chain leashes, then sauntered back and buckled the collar onto Crush without doing more permission wise than looking deeply into his eyes while she did so.
    The little hippo squatted nearby watching everything.
    God damn. Maybe Crush had found his woman? She shook her head, Concentrate on the task at hand.
    “You said you had a magic wand? Who in this day and age has wands?”
    “Fairy godmothers.”
    She’d said it so seriously that Virginia was stunned. “You’re joking.” She surveyed the blonde woman from heels to corset and back. “You? A fairy godmother?”
    “ Meh.” She shrugged. “Who knows? I go with the flow. But look...I do have a wand. Here.” She went to another shelf and selected something vaguely ice-cream-cone shaped but bigger. Then she returned and solemnly held up the thing.
    “What? This is it?”
    “It is. Behold.” With a gran d gesture, and a bow, Prudence presented the device to Virginia like a prize in a game show. “The Wand of Magic.”
    “ Mmm. I don’t know if this is a fair swap. It looks electrical. Where am I going to find a wall plug?”
    “How the fuck do I know? Begone!”
    And with that, she was back at the battle scene, and a few feet from a very unhappy looking Karl and a grinning Zagan, her demon with those sexy, black horns. Virginia blinked