Damn Promotion
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11: 20PM

Lilah flipped onto her back... again.

She stared at the darkened ceiling.

The day's victory meant nothing now.

Sure, she had won. The perfunctory celebration had been made to her promotion. Over drinks, she had been pleased at how many sour faces there were to see that she had been chosen. Well, they couldn't just quit; Wolfram & Hart 'retired' most of their dissident staff. Few wanted to 'retire.' Lilah would be happy to help them to 'move on.' She shivered in anticipation at the bloodbath. She needed one after Darla's little massacre.

Still, the day left a bitterness in her mouth.

She hadn't really won. Lindsey had screwed her. The senior partners and, more especially, the staff, would be talking about how 'noble' Lindsey had been to decline, how clever, how...

Lilah stared at the clock.


11:25PM

*She* had to be at the office early for *her* first real day in charge. She couldn't be late. She couldn't even be 'on-time.' She had to prove herself. She had to suppress this 'Lindsey' myth, to remind people who was the backstabbing, vampire-loving traitor.

*She* generated revenue. *She* initiated plans. *She* made things work... well, at least her failures hadn't killed any senior staff...

Lilah closed her eyes. Sleep...


11:35 PM

Lilah turned on the bedroom TV. Something... anything to stop Lindsey's voice... laughing...


11:40 PM

Lilah turned off the TV. She was alone. In her thirties and alone...

The most stable relationship in recent years was Bethany...

God... Bethany... Lilah had felt almost like a schoolgirl again... That cheerleader... She was...

Lilah had been so patient, so careful...

She had been developing a relationship... A trust...

She couldn't just go to a juvenile psychic and say to the girl, "I want you in bed."

She had to cultivate the girl... Find her weaknesses... Collect the trust... Accept the girl as Bethany sought refuge...

It had been so... domestic... The firm's little apartment was so small... folding the girl's cotton panties... handling her bras... Lilah had people to do this for her. The pleasure of a clean cotton panty... The fresh washed scent. The faint aroma of Bethany. Wearing these... Her breasts in these cups... fondling those tits...

She wanted to grab the girl and throw her down and...

But no, she had to develop a friendship... reliance...

She would eventually have that blond, on her knees... between Lilah's legs...

Ooh, yes, Bethany... yessss... there....

Sleep...


12:10 AM

Lilah's eyes flashed open.

No, it hadn't worked out.

No, Angel got to Bethany.

No, Bethany wasn't an innocent. Lilah was wrong... so wrong... she could have... had...

The girl had seen through the play acting. Bethany knew what Lilah wanted and had kept it at arms' length.

Lilah thought back to the call.

The bitch called her after Angel arranged for the escape.

Provoking... taunting... challenging...

The girl was a slut. Her 'little-girl' persona was a performance.

That didn't hurt so much as 'that' description....

Bethany described what she wanted to do to Angel's assistant, Cordelia.

Lilah could swear that she felt Bethany's fingers tweaking her nipples as the slut said what she wanted to do to the tramp. Teasing her. Arousing her. Playing with her.

Beth... suckling... those breasts... The brunette gasping....

Sleep...


1:20 AM

Lilah started...

She made a mental memo.

Make sure to screw with that Cordelia's mind.

There was a commercial. The director owed Wolfram a lot. One small favor.

The little bastard just loved screwing with starlets anyway.

For now, no killing. The senior partners would appreciate restraint. Especially, about anyone connected to Angel. No
killing... for now...

Better to humiliate that girl... She wasn't bad looking...

Make sure that the costumes are small and revealing...

The looks of fear, uncertainty, innocence...

Feeling those breasts... Yes... Hmmm...

Oh, yes... Tied to a wheel...

Sleep...


1:40 AM

Lilah looked at the clock... The night was taking forever...

Lilah couldn't believe she was alone. She was attractive. She had money. She had power. She had certainly leapt at every opportunity.

Faith had been an opportunity.

The girl... That girl... Goooodddd, Yes...

Stopping the limousine...

She should have sent Lee to sit with the driver...

Faith would have been... enthusiastic... searching... demanding....

Sleep...


1:50 AM

Lilah stared at the ceiling.

It wasn't just the sex.

Hell, if it was sex, she'd have to have Lee killed...

Killing Lee... So many ways... mmmm...

Damn, Lee was dead already....But....

Faith... well... Yes... Faith... that was just the sex... She could never trust Faith... A Slayer couldn't be depended on for Lilah's career... A Slayer linked to the firm... There were too many customers that would find other Firms... Wolfram Hart... losing clients would mean... she'd be seeing Holland faster that anticipated.

But the sex...

The causal violence... the delicious pain... Lilah could bare it... the torment...

She had to find someone... else...

Don't risk...

A man...

Someone like Lindsey...

No quite Lilah's taste...

Maybe less belligerent... more controllable...

But, that hand... So many variations... She could improvise so much...

Sleep...


2:14 AM

No, not that...

She couldn't trust Lindsey...

Beside, it wasn't tender enough...

Not when there was Darla in the world...

Not that she hated Darla...

Lilah wanted that bitch....

Lilah wanted that bitch to *do* something...

Darla teased her... persecuted her... provoked her...

The breath of the vampire on her neck...

The cellar...

Lilah had wanted...

No, Darla and her... Why hadn't they...

Darla's hand on her face...

The anticipation... the whisper of a breath... it had been... cold... the chill... Lilah could feel her nipples... the fear...
erect... anticipating a lick... a flick of the tongue to taunt her... waiting for the slow pressure of the canines... the
sudden...

Lilah wanted it....Wished it...

Sleep...


2:30 AM

Lilah gasped as she woke...

She was wrapping tightly in her sheet... almost strangling her...

No, she didn't want Darla...

Lilah wanted control....

She wanted a soulmate...

<Ha> soulmate...

She needed a *wife*...

She didn't need a man... She need someone to run her social life...

If it was a man...

If it was a woman...

Well... She knew what she wanted...

Lilah hated Darla... For removing a woman that Lilah could enjoy...

The bile rose as Lilah pictured Catherine Manners...

Catherine...

So easy... So delicious... So accommodating...

Darla had destroyed that...

Holland had hinted at it... The rumors...

A reward for good work... Her relationship with Lindsey...

That simple trust... The easy seduction... Feeling Holland's lust as she kissed his wife... As he watched...

It didn't matter how many Holland had associates do this to Catherine already...

He enjoyed it... Catherine enjoyed it... at least that was the rumor...

To Lilah, it was always a pleasure...

She was getting the feeling from Holland... anticipating the invitation... maybe after the tasting... a little tet-a-tet... Catherine waiting... Catherine offering...

The submission of a straight woman... Doing it to please her husband... Her rich husband...

Doing it to please Lilah... Submitting to Lilah... Offering herself...

Seeking ... warmth...

Lilah wanted a wife like this...

Spreading her legs for Catherine...

Catherine... Soooo willing... So flexible... Soooo available.... Feeling Catherine under her... Sliding... So smooth...

Lilah wanted a wife... Damn... Lilah wanted a wife...

Sleep...


3:40 AM

But that was lost...

Lilah put her pillow back under her head...

Screwing the boss's wife was difficult when the boss was a senior partner...

Now that she was management, it would be difficult to enjoy another situation like that. She couldn't demand her underlings to surrender a tasty morsel. Not with all the sexual harassment cases. And it was... well.... She could... but it was too early... still have to prove...

It was hard to meet a real woman... An available woman...

She could use some of her power.

Anne was a willing partner.

Maybe, Lilah should get up and call Anne.

The woman was desperate...

When she had met her, Anne had been looking for something... Anything... to commit to...

Well, Lilah recalled Anne enjoying the 'pro-bono' sessions in the office...

It wasn't easy. There was a little dance, but Anne played her role. Watching the woman in her cheap used clothes... the vulnerability... the desire to do anything for her goal...

Lilah had enjoyed wringing much satisfaction from the blond in exchange for that shelter.

Anne, I'm sure you should consider this...

Lilah knew that Anne knew she wasn't anything important...

She played the game...

Lilah liked it...

Touching the girl on the shoulder... gliding a hand over the blouse... touching that hair... gliding a errant tress behind into place... against that smooth warm skin...

Just enough resistance... but submissive... the tension...

Then, the payback for arranging the fund-raising party... anticipating the gratitude... the satisfaction of 'negotiating'
terms... holding the money until Anne... well, as Anne... submitted...

Lilah enjoyed working with Anne...

Anne... I've got something you have to do...

Sleep...


4:30 AM

No, it wasn't right.

Lilah grabbed her pillow. Staring at the clock, she started fluffing the pillow...

She had to get some sleep. The customers might be zombies, but the boss can't look like one.

Anne... That was paying for sex. Anne was too mercenary. It was entirely sex-for-services-rendered.

The fluffing became more urgent.

Besides, Anne wasn't exactly the type of company that the partners wanted to see at a social occasion.

Screwing a client was one thing... being screwed out of several million dollars by a client was another...

Lilah stopped pounding on the pillow.

She couldn't trust Anne... Lilah couldn't prove that Anne had stolen the money... but she was too... Angel...

Maybe, Lilah should just accept it...

She lay on the pillow. Calmly. Closing her eyes....

Just turn herself over...

It would mean an interrogation...

The only one she trusted...

Lockley...

Lilah could hear the click of the handcuffs...

The cold metal against her skin...

Kate didn't seem to be the trusting type...

Kate would insist on a full cavity search... probing... feeling... grasping...

The detective would still be angry about her father... rough...

She could trust Lockley... So naive... Trusts Angel...

She would only surrender to Lockley...

Lilah wouldn't easily submit... She would have to struggle against Kate's hands. And silk shirts were so fragile against
those hands... ripped by grasping fingers... probing fingers... The panties... Easily shredded...

A long interrogation...

Alone in a room... hot... sweaty...

A long, long interrogation...forced...violent... struggling...

Sleep...


5:25 AM

Lilah turned off the alarm, minutes before it went off.

Kate... ooohhh, Kate...

Maybe...

The sheet was wet with sweat and... well...

She turned on the light. Her reflection from a wall mirror lit up.

She got up and went to the mirror.

She looked awful. Exhausted... she needed rest...

She looked at the bed... the twisted, sweat-soaked sheets... smelling like...

It would be better to go to work than try to sleep.