Jack Marlow had been alone for a long time. He would watch the beautuful women from afar, never brave enough to open a line of dialogue with them. To ask them how their day was. To compliment them on an immaculate hair day.
His nights consisted of making a dinner for one. Sitting on the couch and eating that dinner while watching a movie he had seen a hundred times. Then bedtime would fall upon him. He would change into his bed attire. Lay back into his queen size bed and masturbate while thinking of all the pretty ladies he would never have.
But on this night Jack Marlow decided to change all that. Instead of his normal bedtime ritual, this time he got on his hands and knees and prayed to God to give him the courage and strength to approach another of the opposite sex. That he was so sad and lonely and he would do anything to feel the love of another.
After his prayer he climbed in bed, masturbated, and fell asleep.
Later that night he was awoken to someone whispering in his ear.
“Jacky boy,” the figure said in a raspy whisper. “Wakey wakey.”
And Jack did wake to find a male figure standing above him.
“Do I look like an asshole?”
“Who are you?”
“Me? I’m your slimey friend the Devil.”
“Yeah…Prince of Darkness, Beezelbub…I’ve got many names.”
“What are you doing here?”
“Answering your prayer Jacky.”
“I prayed to God.”
“You think God cares if you want to get laid?”
“But you do?”
“Fuck yes Jacky.”
“Look, I’m here to do you a service. You want to get laid, I’m the guy that can get that done.”
“And what do I have to do?”
“You said you would do anything.”
“There’s only one thing I want from you Jacky…your soul.”
“Don’t I need that?”
“Have you ever used it?”
“I don’t know.”
“Exactly. Here, let me show you what I got. I’m pulling out the goods for you Jacky. Only the best, my own daughter.”
A female appears beside the Devil. She is everything Jack Marlow had dreamed of. She stood there hands on her hips, lips pouty, a smile creeping onto her face.
“Oooo…I’d fuck him for free,” she teases.
“Haha! Well nothing is free sweetheart. Go lay next to him. Let him feel your essence.”
She lays next to Jack Marlow. Taking her hand and running it up and down his chest. He looks up at the Devil.
“I’ll give you any fucking thing you want.”
“It’s a deal.”
They shake hands. The Devil starts to walk away. He says one last thing.
“If you cum. You die.”
“What?” Jack Marlow asks without getting an answer. The Devil’s daughter is already on top of him. Riding him widly. Jack Marlow tries to resist but feels the pressure rising inside him. And after about a minute he explodes in pleasure. It’s then he feels his body numbing and darkness overtaking him. His heart stops. He slips away.