Page 9 of Greed

“They’re human. What does it matter if they come back?”

“Think about it. We’re always having to train them when they are new. It’s tiresome. This way, the ones that are a good fuck and already know what I like and what is acceptable have the first chance to come back.”

“Oddly, I find that thought process interesting. I may have to come up with my own labeling system.”

My attention turned back to the tablet and the colorful pie charts. “Shilo, can you lower the tablet a little but move the page up? I’m having trouble seeing the final projections.”

“Of course, Sir,” Shilo said and dutifully did as he was asked. Shilo had been one of the many unfortunate angels to somehow end up on the wrong side of the attack on Heaven and to walk the Earth forever, never aging, never able to go back to Heaven, visit Hell, or able to die. A permanent state of fucked is what I called it. I at least had my palace in Hell that I could go to get away from the hairless cats when I was tired of their company.

My pace picked up as the moaning reached the typical high-pitched wails of ecstasy. I hated that I couldn’t use all my strength with humans. They were too weak to handle it, but it was a minor annoyance.

“You…are…the…fucking…best,” the girl screamed.

“Shut up, I’m trying to work here, or I move on,” I ordered.

“No, no, I’ll be goo…ahhh, fuck I’m coming again!” Not only was this one a talker, but she was also a squirter, the clear liquid gushing out on my expensive duvet and then onto my one-of-a-kind rug.

Annoyed, I pulled out and moved on. “Shilo, make sure this one doesn’t come back.” Neven’s idea was sounding better by the minute.

“Of course, Sir.”

“No, please, don’t cut me off. Please! I need you,” the nameless girl I’d forget before she was out of the room wailed. She sounded like a wild animal as she was dragged away from the group.

The one named Bianca that Neven was working on gave another muffled cry as she came and went limp in his arms. Neven gave her an unceremonious shove to the floor for the guards to cart away as he moved on to the next in line.

“What do you think of the projections,” I asked him.

“Honestly, they look a little low. There should be at least another three to five percent growth across the board,” Neven said and then gave a small groan as he slipped into the next woman. Neven actually enjoyed sex more like a human would. I assumed it had to do with his lack of divine blood.

“I was thinking the same thing. Shilo, who do we have going over all of the stats and projections?”

“You have a team of eight individuals, Sir, but the manager of the department is Nikolas Novak.”

The girl waiting waved her ass back and forth like a red flag to a bull, hoping to gain my attention. I was tempted to throw her out, but the fact she’d been quiet this whole time allowed for forgiveness. My dick slid into the third girl in the line just as the phone rang. The tablet showed that it was Skye calling, and I groaned in annoyance.

“Book a meeting with this Novak. I want to speak to him personally.”

“Very well, Sir,” Shilo said as I hit talk on the call.

The girl I had my dick in gave a long-drawn-out moan like a cow giving birth as she came. Skye lifted one delicate eyebrow at me.

“At it again, I hear.”

“Well, it is Wednesday,” I said as if that was all the answer I needed.

“Ri, you do know that Hump Day is just a saying about the middle of the week and not an actual thing, right,” Skye asked, and I paused in my movements as I contemplated the information.

I shrugged, not really caring. “Whatever, it allows me to schedule everyone wanting to be serviced at one time. Much more efficient, and I get more accomplished.”

“Such a sweet talker you are.”

“I’m sensing sarcasm coming from that devilish mouth of yours, Skye. You know how I’m unfond of the bitch sarcasm.”

“Hey Skye,” Neven called out. Shilo turned the tablet around so Skye could see her brother.

“What the hell? I go away for a few days, and you find a harem to fuck?”

Anyone who didn’t know the twins would have thought she was angry, but in reality, she was probably dipping a pair of fingers into herself with the visual.