36. No one can see my demon form

Janice furrowed her brow as she received a message on her phone from an unfamiliar number with no name attached. As she read the text in its entirety, she suddenly broke into a sweat and swallowed saliva several times while staring at her phone. 'Perhaps it wouldn't hurt to check this out? It's been months since I've tried this kind of activity," she thought. She replied to the number and then proceeded to the conference room for her quick meeting with the team handling their upcoming magazine release. Although they were eager to post pictures with Briella, they hadn't done so yet. Fortunately, her team was reliable and followed her instructions well. As she entered, busy photographers greeted her, critiquing the images displayed on the large screen. It was the final cover for the next month's magazine, featuring Briella wearing the Igorot Traditional Dress she designed. She looked radiant, her eyes conveying everything, her dusky skin complementing the dress's colour, enhancing her goddess-like beauty. 'Madam, we didn't use too many filters. This woman is so natural! Her face looks perfect from every angle! And she knows the best angles and poses. Gosh! If all models were as professional as Miss Briella, our lives as photographers would be so easy!" Renji, one of the photographers who accompanied them in Baguio, exclaimed. 'Yes, Madam, we won't be ashamed when this magazine comes out," Liz added. She smiled and nodded at them, taking a seat at the centre of the table. 'I agree. It seems like we'll need a thousand copies of our magazine when it hits the market," she said, a broad smile spreading across her lips. She hurried the editors with their tasks; she wanted it released the following week. She planned to introduce Briella as one of the models they would be hiring and as the representative of their company at the upcoming Asian Runaway Awards. Briella wasn't aware of this yet, but it was one of the surprises Janice had in store for her. She was confident their magazine would sell out as soon as it hit the market. Three large billboards featuring Briella were already prepared and waiting for her signal. Their conversation didn't last long, and she quickly returned to her office. Her chest was filled with unusual excitement about what was about to happen soon. When she picked up her phone, she smiled upon receiving a message from Briella, but that smile vanished as soon as she read the entire message. She paused for a moment, and in an instant, all the blood rushed to her head. 'What the hell?!" She took a deep breath and calmed herself down. Once she was sure she was calm, she went down to the basement to go to the hotel. She didn't use her car; she took the service car instead. It was better to be cautious. The number had texted her earlier, saying it was already at the hotel waiting for her. She started the car engine and quickly left the place. The hotel was close to her office, so within a few seconds, she was already in front of the building. She entered the hotel basement to avoid anyone who might recognize her. After parking the car, she put on the wig she had prepared and applied black lipstick. For someone like her, who was always in the public eye and had a reputation to maintain, she needed to be careful. When she looked in the rearview mirror, she knew no one would recognize her. She got out of the car and headed straight for the elevator, pressing the fifth-floor button and taking a deep breath. She bit her lip, feeling her heart pounding loudly. She didn't know what she would feel when she saw the person waiting for her in the hotel room, but whatever happened, she knew she was ready. When the elevator rang, she quickly found the room number it indicated. When she was in front of it, she took a deep breath and exhaled before pressing the doorbell. The door opened on its own, and she furrowed her brow when she saw that the room was dark, unable to see anything. She hesitated to enter but was surprised when a hand suddenly grabbed her and pulled her inside. She could only see a faint light coming from a distance, and her heart beat faster, especially when she felt a hand caressing her back. 'Hello, Janice Ortega," a woman whispered from behind her. Her body tingled at the seductive voice. She didn't move from where she stood, allowing the hands to explore her body. 'Do you want to play with me? Or would you like to have a drink with me, first?" the woman asked. 'W-Who are you?" she stuttered. The entire place was cold due to the centralized aircon, but she felt like she was sweating excessively, especially as she felt the soft body against her back. She heard the woman's sultry laughter, and she bit her lip when she felt the hand reaching the top of her blouse. 'You'll know who I am later . . . but for now, I want you to play with me. I heard you like playing in the dark," the woman whispered into her ear as her hands continued to roam over her chest. 'Are you aware of what you're doing, Miss?" she asked. 'Of course, I am here for you. Not every woman is lucky enough to play with someone like you," the woman replied. A soft moan escaped her throat when the woman's hand reached between her thighs. 'Do you know what the consequence of your actions might be?" she asked again, trying to stay calm despite the increasing heat she felt. 'I am fully aware. You can have me as long as you want," the woman replied, kissing her shoulder. She smiled and wasted no more time. She turned to face the woman and immediately captured her lips. The woman didn't expect this, but she recovered quickly and responded eagerly to what she was doing. She realized the woman wasn't wearing any clothes, ready for whatever she had planned for her. ‘If you think you can fool me, you're wrong! Let me introduce my true self to you, b*tch!' she thought. The woman undressed her while her hands explored her naked body. She kissed her neck, causing her to moan loudly when she bit and sucked on her skin. One of her hands was already on her womanhood while her palm was rubbing her clit. 'Oh God, you're—" The woman couldn't finish her sentence as she moaned again when she felt her nipple being bitten. 'Do you know how I love to play in the darkness?" she whispered into her ear as she slowly inserted a finger inside her. 'Shit, ugh!" the woman replied. ‘You'll regret playing with me!' she thought with a grin. 'No one can see my demon form," she said and quickly moved her finger in and out of her. She heard the woman moan loudly, but she paid no attention and continued while her mouth covered one of her breasts. She enjoyed hearing her moans as she pleasured her, using her mouth to bring her to the edge of ecstasy. 'You're a monster!" the woman exclaimed amidst her moans. 'You want this to happen so badly, eh?" she asked and added another finger inside her. 'Oh, fu . . . ck! Yes! Oh, shit," the woman repeated, her head tossing back and forth from the pleasure. She could hardly move properly because Janice held both of her wrists at her back. In her act of romance, Janice knew that the woman had no strength to stop her from what she was doing. Janice is bisexual, and everyone in showbiz knows that. Reporters and TV hosts avoided her because she could tarnish their names without much effort. She has a lot of connections, especially in underground circles. She can tarnish a celebrity's name effortlessly. She was also known as the Dominant Beast. 'You like that?" she asked with a smirk, continuing what she was doing. 'Yes! More, I want more," the woman moaned to her. She grinned and stopped what she was doing, withdrawing her finger from inside her. 'W-Why did you stop?" she asked, sounding puzzled. 'Do you want me to go on?" she provocatively asked. 'Yes," the woman replied. 'Then you need to do as I say," she told her, pulling her and pushing her forcefully onto the long sofa. She sat on the table and spread her legs. From their position, she could clearly see the woman's face. 'W-What are you doing?" the woman asked, swallowing hard. She tilted her head and rested her hands on the table. 'Just shut up and do as I say," she instructed. 'Or, we can stop right now, and I'll leave." 'No! You can't just leave!" the woman exclaimed loudly. She smiled and raised an eyebrow. 'Then shut your fcking mouth and pleasure me with your filthy mouth," she commanded. She heard the woman's deep breaths and the slow approach to her seat. Her smile widened as she felt the woman's warm breath close to her thighs. Using one hand, she pressed her to her centrefolds, and she moaned when she felt her soft lips against her. 'That's it, btch. You want to play with me, don't you?" she said between moans. 'Lick me, lick my wet cushy, you damned btch!" she eagerly commanded, pushing her closer. That's it! You're the one who wants to play with me, so I'll show you how I play! 'While eating mine, touch yours too," she ordered her. She heard the woman moan as she continued to pleasure her. She grinned as she followed her instructions. Soon, they were both exchanging moans, with the woman enjoying pleasuring herself while pleasing her with her mouth. 'Oh my God, I'm gonna—" she said, not finishing her sentence as she pushed her face back to her centrefolds. 'I don't need your permission to talk!" Janice said, her mouth open as she felt herself close to climax. 'Fck!" she yelled, pressing her face closer to her. I'm done. She pushed her away, her fingers still inside her, and it was evident that she was lost in the sensations she was feeling. One corner of her lips lifted in a smirk as she looked at her disgustingly. 'Do it," she said, hearing from her breath that she was also close to climax. Do it! And at the height of your happiness, I'll show your face to everyone! 'Oh, fck, I'm coming!" she moaned as she continued to pleasure herself. Janice glanced around the dark room, slowly moving away from her seat. The woman didn't notice her anymore as she was in the throes of ecstasy, looking for the light switch. She heard her gasp, and she turned on the light. 'Oh, fck—what the fck are you doing?!" she exclaimed breathlessly as she looked at her. She laughed and approached her with a smirk. She was still panting, and her two fingers were still inside her. 'Great!" She clapped softly as she smirked. 'Job well done, Miss Matilda Jimenez! You sure did come, blast!"