The Visitor
Chapter 3
by ThrillHoe
Jordan had zero intention of going to class this morning to begin with. Why bother? The teachers didn’t give a shit about actually teaching and the only thing the other students were interested in was calling her things like “witch” and “satanist” and doing all sorts of immature shit like putting bibles in her locker.
She was neither. Sure, she liked the dark and occult and she did believe in the supernatural but she wasn’t a witch and she certainly wasn’t a satanist. The former was absurd. She had no idea how to learn real magic. It wasn’t like she could just go on the internet and type “how to learn magic” into google and voila find a book of spells.
The second was even more absurd. She didn’t believe in Satan so how could she worship him?
So here she was sitting at the local Freezies (an ice shop local to the area) and looking at her phone and reading through the news as she waited on her “friend”. It was the usual shit: President tweeted something insane again. The streamer KelpieKasey was being called AI again for being “too hot” and before she’d even finished the next headline about some crisis in the Middle East it was already out of date because the president had tweeted something even more insane than last time.
God the internet sucked.
Bored of the news the goth looked back at her text messages that had piqued her interest in the first place.
“Hi, Jordan!” the first text said. It was from the kinda weird girl named Grace she’d shared phone numbers with, god, how long ago was it? A year ago? Two? They’d shared the same study hall period for a few years now and may have exchanged as many as ten words but Jordan must have been feeling nice that day.
“U want 2 skip class? ;)”
Now that was interesting. Grace wanting to skip class? The nerdy chick that seemed to have perfect attendance despite it not mattering at all for a school with such a shit reputation?
“Sure.” Jordan had texted back. “Where u want to meet?”
There had been a pause for several minutes after only the “...” showing that Grace was typing before a new message popped up.
“Freezies Icecream on boardwalk???”
Not as interesting. Jordan hated the boardwalk. It was too crowded and her pale skin didn’t do so great in the sun… and ice cream this early?
“Not interested.” she had texted back.
What had followed was a deluge of texts.
“I ggot something 2 show u tho!”
“Plz!”
Jordan hadn’t even been able to type out a response before three more texts hit in rapid succession.
“Plzzzzzzzz!”
“U will lose it when you see it”
“CMON!!”
Jordan was so freaked out by the rapid fire texts she quickly texted a “ok” and was considering blocking Grace and trying to find a way to ghost her when she got one more text.
“Here’s a sneak piceeeeibjnvnan”
That was the last text. There had been nothing since and after that finally garbled text Jordan couldn’t ignore the fact that she was really curious about this. Grace was acting weird (weirder than usual anyway) and she had to know what her deal was.
So here she was. On the stupid boardwalk at stupid Freezies staring at a melting sundae while everyone else in the place stared at her. She knew she was probably a sight. She was very pale with dark, dyed hair and black lipstick and make-up with a septum piercing to round it all out. She was a bit overweight and knew it but tried to put on an air of not caring. Caring about your appearance was for conformists after all.
After about an hour of waiting though she was getting ready to call it quits and go sneak into a movie or something instead. Maybe the last text had been the garbled mess it was because she’d been hit by a car while texting and walking across the street. Maybe she was dead right this very minute.
Oh well.
She started to get up when she heard a commotion outside. The sounds of people… catcalling? Other people in the restaurant were hearing it too and getting up with looks of concern on their face. It sounded like a riot was forming outside.
One of the employees by the door opened the door to investigate and…
Jordan’s draw dropped.
A fucking centerfold model just walked in! Jordan, like everyone else, was suddenly enveloped in the sheer presence of this gorgeous young woman. Her dark curly hair bouncing on her bare back as she strutted inside. Her perfect breasts barely contained the white bikini top as she looked around the restaurant with a sexy grin on her face enhanced by the dark sunglasses she was wearing.
She also looked vaguely like… No fucking way. Jordan thought. It can’t be.
“Later everyone~” She said as she waved dismissively behind her. The crowd of slavering guys (and a few women) called out to her.
“Grace, please!” One guy said. “Just hang out with us a bit more!”
“Kiss me again!” Another voice cried out. One that was clearly a woman’s voice bordering on the edge of hysteria. “Please! I’m so gay now because of you!”
‘Grace’ just laughed, a musical but also very chilling sound as she turned around and looked back at her audience. “Well go be gay somewhere else!” She said, “I want to talk to my bestie~”
The crowd groaned in absolute dismay. Someone even seemed to be actually sobbing as this centerfold model looked around the restaurant until she spotted Jordan and then with a grin she strutted over to Jordan’s table and sat down, still smiling as she took her sunglasses off and hung them between her cleavage.
“Sup.” Grace said.
“What the FUCK” Jordan screamed almost recoiling out of her seat at the sight of this goddess sitting in front of her. How the fuck did Grace go from a frizzy haired, acne ridden nerd with a crooked nose into this!
She wanted to know. She had to know.
“What…” her mouth was dry as she kept staring at Grace. Words were mixing up and becoming impossible to force out as she tried her damndest to ask a simple question. Grace just had this aura about her that made Jordan want to do her best to please her. She wanted to listen to every word she said. She wanted to… oh god.
She wanted to have sex with Grace!
Her sickly pale forehead was breaking out in a cold sweat as she bit her bottom lip nervously. She’d never felt this way about anyone before. She knew instantly it wasn’t natural. It was supernatural! Grace had clearly done something to make herself so sexy and Jordan was going to find out.
“Thuhhh…” she wheezed out. Her throat was so dry she needed something to drink first. She looked at the melting sundae she had ordered and reached out for it.
“Oh that does look nice!” Grace said as she reached across the table, her massive breasts squeezing against the edges, as she grabbed the bowl right out from Jordan’s reach and dipped her finger into the melting ice cream, scooping a bit of it out, and putting it in her mouth and sucking on it sensually.
Jordan (and everyone else in the place) were staring as Grace moaned loudly as she sucked and licked her fingers clean before dipping right back in for a repeat performance.
“This is so good!” She moaned. “Wow!”
A drop of it fell off her finger and splashed onto her chest and began to roll down into her cleavage as Jordan’s eyes nearly popped out of her head at the sight.
Grace saw her staring and laughed. “My bikini top!” she said. “I just bought it a few minutes ago!” she leaned forward again and gave Jordan (and everyone else) a deep view into that cleavage. “That's why I was a bit late, sorry about that. I needed a ride over so a nice couple gave me one… and me and this girl really got to talking and…” she pressed her lips together with a big wet smack. “Mwah! We kissed! Can you believe that?”
Jordan nodded dumbly as she stared at Grace’s tits. “What did–”
“And when I got to the boardwalk so many people wanted to talk to me! Then I realized my old top, god it was just a shirt tied around my chest! So I went to a place to get something hot for the boardwalk y’know?”
Jordan had no idea where any of this was going or what the point was but the second she opened her mouth to ask she was cut off yet again.
“And I tried on a few tops and swear to god the chick helping me try them on gave it to me for free! Free! Can you believe that?” she laughed and saw one of the employees staring at her. A cute, mousy girl in glasses whose eyes were wide as saucers.
“Heeeey~” Grace said, beckoning her over with a finger. “Can you clean this up for me?” She pointed to the ice cream dribbling down into her chest. “Please?”
The woman sputtered as her eyes locked in on it. “S-sure.” She reached over to grab a napkin off the table but Grace stopped her. “Noooo~!” she said. “Not with that.” She looked over at Jordan and shot her a wink as she turned back to the girl.
“Lick it off with your tongue, babe!”
The employee stuck her face between Grace’s tits almost immediately and started to lick up the ice cream as Jordan stared in complete shock. She could hear herself breathing heavily as she watched the woman lick up the cream, her nose brushing against the sunglasses hanging on Grace’s bikini as she really got to work trying to get it all up.
This was magic! It was supernatural! It was the occult working right in front of her!
“How did you do this!?” Jordan said, her voice cracking on the last words. “Grace you look like a fucking supermodel! That girl is… holy shit you bewitched her!”
“Mmm~!” Grace moaned, her dark skin a bit flushed as the employee between her breasts continued licking. “Cool, right? I knew you’d be–ah interested!”
“Grace, tell me how you did this? Did you make a pact with a demon? Sell your soul? …Did you find some kind of spellbook!?” She was staring jealously at Grace even as her own lust for her continued to build. “Tell me!”
Grace laughed. “My…”
Grace froze, her eyes going wide as she doubled over in agony, almost knocking the employee over as she clutched her chest and moaned in pain.
Jordan looked on as Grace seemed to have some kind of episode. The other woman’s face was beet red, eyes clenched as she gritted her teeth in pain.
“Are you going to die?” she asked. “Because I’d rather you not die in public. It’d be so embarrassing." She also didn’t want Grace to die because she wanted to know why she was so fucking hot but after this reaction she didn’t want to press it… yet.
“O-of course not!” Grace said. Her sultry voice breaking as she took one deep ragged breath and sat up straight. She didn’t sound all that confident that she wasn’t dying. “I… I just can’t tell you.”
Jordan thought of the possibilities. Was it some kind of Geas? Vow? Did she enter into a pact with some kind of demon?
Grace looked over at the confused employee and gave her an apologetic smile. “Sorry about that.” She reached out and grabbed her by the face and pulled her close. “But here’s your tip for cleaning me up~”
She kissed the shocked employee on the lips with an expertise that seemed natural. Prying open her mouth with her tongue before sliding it into her mouth as the other woman trembled in what seemed to be pure ecstasy. Her face burning red as she started to pant and moan loudly reaching out to Grace’s tits with eager hands.
Grace smacked her hand away as she broke away. “Don’t be greedy!~” she teased, giving the server’s bottom lip a tease as she seemed to start losing interest. She looked like she was about to go right back to talking with Jordan when her eyes lit up.
“Hey.” She said to the employee. “Can you go to the register and give me all the cash inside?”
The server tensed. “I…” she whimpered. “I… don’t…”
“Please?” Grace said, giving her big puppy dog eyes. “It’s for charity!”
Jordan felt her own arousal build. Holy shit this was hot. Grace was just doing whatever the fuck she wanted ordering this girl around like a slave and the goth girl knew now more than ever that she could not let Grace get away.
“F-f-fine.” The server said as she turned and walked away. “Be right back, miss!”
Grace leaned back with a smug smirk as she put her sunglasses back on. “Cool, huh?” She said, watching the server go to the register and start removing money from it and then returning as she handed Grace a large, fat stack of cash. Grace taking it eagerly while the server had a look of expectation on her face clearly expecting a reward.
Grace didn’t seem interested however as she counted the money. Only looking up once to see the girl still standing there. “Oh. You can go now.” She said dismissively. “Thanks for donating to the Grace Fund.” She said pulling out a wallet that from the very brief glimpse Jordan got of it did not belong to Grace at all. It was absolutely bulging with money…
“Well, Jordie.” Grace said. “It was nice seeing you but I think I’m gonna go find somewhere else to hang out. Later~”
She moved to stand and Jordan reacted quickly standing up with Grace. “Woah, wait!” She said hurriedly. “Why don’t we hang out? We can…” She tried to think of something to keep her interested.
“Let's watch a movie!” She said and cringed inwardly at how childish that sounded. Made even worse by Grace’s expression showing her how disinterred she was and Jordan grew more desperate “You… you can sneak us into a club or something!” She saw Grace’s expression change from disinterest to curiosity and Jordan continued. “You can control people, right?” She moved closer, feeling so small and insignificant against Grace. “Just say we belong and they’ll let us in anywhere we want!”
Grace grew a wicked smile. “Yeah… they would, wouldn't they?” She mused. “Okay, Jordie.” She said, “Let’s go find a place to party.” She stuck the wallet back in the pocket of her skin tight shorts and kept on that smirk as she beckoned Jordan to follow her.
Jordan moved eagerly trying to keep her eyes pressed forward even as she stole glances at Grace’s perfect ass moving smoothly in those denim shorts. God. So hot.
And she was going to find out Grace got this sexy… and try it on herself. She wanted this power more than anything and would do anything to get it for herself.