It was easy work and we spent most of our time touring the world – and fucking ourselves silly in every hotel room. Normally, we stayed in the nicest places. Once in a while, Lilith would get a crazy look in her eye and she’d drag me off someplace where I feared for my life. We’d rent a room for an hour and fuck like animals.
We were never mugged, pickpocketed, or threatened – but I was still scared shitless. My sex-demon wife walked around like she owned the place, though. Maybe she did. Every scary person on every street – and hiding around every corner – all acted like they knew her – or at least knew who she was.
We ate and drank some crazy shit – every place we went – but every bit of it was amazing. Every new flavor she introduced me to was incredible.
I don’t know how old demons have to be to drink but I wasn’t legal in the States. I have no clue what the laws are anywhere else. It didn’t matter. I didn’t need alcohol. I was drunk on love.
More than once, Lilith promised me that – if I had a heart-attack while we were making love – she would resuscitate me. After spending the year with her as my betrothed – and then making her my wife – I had begun to believe her.
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For all intents and purposes, Lilith and I still lived with my mom. We were almost never there. Our contracts for work – invariably – lasted for a full week – and Lilith always made sure to get them to pay for the room for Friday night and Saturday night as well. (Sunday’s were travel days.)
We didn’t own a house, didn’t pay rent, and never had to pay for our hotels – well – except when Lilith wanted to get dirty with me in some sleazy sex-hotel.
We had almost no expenses. All of our paychecks went into savings and retirement.
Every six months or so, though, some big-spender would proposition us – always both of us. Lilith would smile and thank them, assure them that we were patently loyal to one another, and they would get this look like their heart was broken.
She would pat them on the arm, whisper that she had a twin sister who was a total slut, and get them to agree to pay an insane amount of money to meet and fuck her.
The guy would get the money – in whatever form he chose – cash, bitcoin, gems, or gold bars – and hand it over to my wife.
We would find a trashy hotel, rent two rooms, and a woman who looked exactly like Lilith would walk around the corner of the building, greet the man, and follow him into the room.
Lilith and I would take the other. We would engage in what – for me – was a normal round of sex with my adorably hot wife.
We would get dressed, go outside, and Lilith would tap on the door. Her twin would open it, and we would see the man passed out on the bed with a huge smile on his face. My wife’s sibling was always already clothed. She would walk out, head around the corner, and disappear from sight.
It didn’t matter what part of the world we were in at the time, that’s always how it happened. We would go to the bank, deposit the money in our retirement account, and move on to our next assignment. The longest part of those events was always standing around, outside of the hotel, waiting for the bastard to regain consciousness.
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