It didn’t really matter, though, because we could not find our match while in our glamored form, anyway.
“I think she is hissing at him.” Lucien tilted his head, and the mop of brown hair fell to the side of his face. The yellow, plaid shirt went with Lucien’s profession as a wood carpenter-slash-furniture salesman. It fit well with our business. Mine was a corresponding red, but of course, patterns looked better on him.
I don’t think wearing patterns on a big male such as myself was smart.
Lucien said otherwise. It gave off a broodylumberjack vibe?Whatever that meant.
I turned my head to see the cause of the disturbance as the sounds grew. All I could see was her back, and then a sharp hissing sound filled the air.
Lucien made a face. “What a strange female. Do you think she is a cat shifter?” He wiggled his antennae. “Hmm, no, she smells human.”
My eyes trailed down her curvaceous body, and my dick pressed up against my slit. I rolled my eyes. Surely I had taken care of myself this morning enough so I would not have to deal with this?
I dared to look at her again. All sounds had faded, and it was her ass that I could not look away from. The plumpness made it stand out from the slender females I had seen in town. She was tall, with curvy hips that looked tempting to grasp. A strong, beautiful female.
My breath came in deep and heavy. Mayor Hollow, tall and lanky in his glamor, smiled creepily at her with a chilling glint in his eyes. The female continued to hiss, walking sideways away from him, then took her shopping cart and went along with her day.
Mayor Hollow stood up straight from his bent-over position and tutted. He clasped his hands together until his dark, sunken eyes found us staring.
I swallowed heavily and turned around. Nope. Not my problem, not in the slightest.
I’m just going to pick up the last of my food and get on withmyday.
I grabbed the last banana, the air around it sweet with its scent. A bruised apple in hand, Lucien settled it into the pile. We took two steps to the left until the cold, skeletal fingers wrapped around my shoulder.
“Gentle moths, how lovely it is to see you out and about,” The Slenderman purred.
I internally groaned.
Mayor Hollow had two jobs in the town. Recruit new humans to live here, by any means necessary, and make sure they were aware of the rules, which also included the mandatory community parties.
This was bad. He was going to make us do something, that was how it always was. The mayor was the protector of the town and its inhabitants, and when new humans arrived, that meant extra security until we knew them well enough.
Lucien gave a fake smile. “Hello, Mayor Hollow. Lovely to see you. What can we do for you?”
I groaned and leaned my head back. Why does Lucien torment me so?
I wanted to sit in my massive leather rocking chair, drink hot chocolate and fix this massive boner that kept trying to burst through my slit.
Hollow chuckled sinisterly and rubbed his hands together, which scraped annoyingly like nails on a chalkboard, a sound that promised something wicked. "That's a peculiar question for you to pose," he remarked with a chuckle.
I groaned again and stomped my foot. Lucien nudged me enough for my wings to shutter, and dust fluttered to the floor.
Mayor Hollow smiled wickedly, this time at me. “I wantyouto pay extra special attention to our new tenant. Her name is Kassie, and she just moved in with Miss Harlow. She is more reluctant to speak with anyone, a black cat, so to speak.” He cackled at his own joke. He threw his head back, and even with his glamor in place, you could see the sharp, second row of teeth in his mouth.
I shuffled on my three-toed claws, which looked like thick, heavy metal-toed boots. “Why do you wantmeto watch her? Lucien is the one who asked you if you wanted help.” I nudged him.
Mayor Hollow tilted his bald head, which gleamed in the fluorescent lights, and was rather large for a human, though nobody dared to question it. “You haven’t shown your face at the last three parties, if I recall correctly. Have you?”
I felt my wings droop behind me.
I had not.
Because I was watching reruns of National Geographic and the insect documentaries, particularly the moth editions.
If I wasn’t doing that, I was pleasuring myself throughout the night—because moths are just fucking horny. Lucien snickered, knowing exactly what I did during every party.
My eyes warmed, and I felt my face flush when my bright, red eyes were revealed even through my disguise.
