Like a lot of teens, I went through a “Goth” stage; dyed my blond hair jet black, including my eyebrows. I used black nail polish and dressed in all black as well. To my parent’s consternation, I pierced my nose, eyebrows and tongue and got a couple of tattoos. I also dated both men and women of all ages and ethnicities and they would preach to me about it constantly. It wasn’t so much them being bigoted or homophobes as much as they felt I was being promiscuous and would end up homeless on the streets giving blow jobs to guys in some dark alley, or getting fucked in some cheap dirty hotel room for twenty bucks. If nothing else, they were direct.
I eventually outgrew the look, graduated from college, got a job and got on with my life for which my parents were amazed and relieved. I did continue dating a wide variety of people, but I got considerably more discreet about it. In college, I was pretty serious about one of my fellow students, even getting engaged for a short time. After college though, our career paths took us in different directions, me heading west and Paul taking a job in New York City. When neither of us was willing to give up our career, we tried the long distance thing for awhile, finally deciding a clean break was best, despite our feelings for each other.
Eventually, my career found me in New England. Not really knowing anyone, my social life was understandably rather scant. Since I had a lot of free time, I decided to volunteer at a facility for homeless and runaway teens. It was there that I ran into the Goth lifestyle again, as a number of the kids used it as a means to feel like they were in control.
One day, I found a current magazine someone had left in the Community room, and took it back to the Center’s office. When I returned a week later, and no one had claimed it, I took it home to read. The magazine discussed various alternate lifestyles and this edition had a section devoted to witches and warlocks. It was something I had toyed with during my Goth period, and still held some interest. The genre was a frequent reading subject, as was any movie that dealt with witches, warlocks and Magick.
There were several references to clubs and online bulletin boards and chat sites dedicated to the subject and the lifestyle. On a lark, I checked a few of them out and joined in some chats. I found a couple of groups and chat boards locally based that discussed the merits of several private clubs in the area. There was also a group that met every few weeks or so, usually at a restaurant where anyone could join. When I saw they were meeting Friday at a restaurant not too far from me, I decided to go and check it out.
On Friday, I could not decide what look to go for, and in the end, just wore some jeans, a black sweater and a pair of tan ankle boots. I got to the restaurant and found the room the group was in; there were already a half dozen people there and one of them greeted me as I walked in.
“Hi, I’m Alexander, but you can call me Al or Alex. This is my little group.”
“Hello, I’m Eve. I’m kind of new to the area and looking to maybe meet some people.”
“How long have you been into the lifestyle? Or are you just interested in finding out more about it?”
“Well, I went through a period in my mid to late teens where I was heavy into Goth and Wiccan. I outgrew the Goth, but have always maintained an interest in witchcraft. I’m really interested in getting back into it.”
“We will see if we can help you out with that. Enjoy the evening and I will try to point a few people in your direction. After, we can talk some more and perhaps I can help out with some additional recommendations.”
True to his word, Alex introduced me to several people who provided me with some very helpful information. There were a couple of groups in the area that actually met on a regular basis and practiced witchcraft. A couple of them recommended one group in particular, and also mentioned a “social club” that was a members only deal, but they did an occasional open house and members drive. As the group was breaking up, Alex came over to see if I had gotten any useful information. I told him what I had learned during the evening.
He informed me that one of the groups mentioned was heavy on the sexual aspects of spells and such, and that several of the male members were reputed to be “demons”; saying that it might be best to avoid those at first. Alex recommended one group in particular and one of the clubs as well. Over the next couple of months, I attended a number of meetings and reacquainted myself with some of the rituals. I kept hearing from several people about the males known to be “demons”. Funny thing though, the males jokingly warned against them, while the females mostly avoided the subject when they were mentioned.
After attending some of the member drives at a few of the clubs, I joined two of them that seemed to be the best fits for what I was looking for. One actually was heavy into rituals and I was required to learn them and pass tests before being inducted into each level. The other was more informal, meeting at restaurants some of the time, sometimes in a private home, and occasionally outdoors somewhere. I also went to another of the clubs that was dedicated to the sexual aspects of witchcraft, and often had ritualistic sexual ceremonies, and where I had heard many people hooked up.
Since I had moved, my sex life had suffered and I missed the occasional casual encounter. Several people I had been meeting suggested that club in particular for that. I did hear veiled warnings about hooking up with “Eloc” though no one could give me specifics. When I asked if he was the demon I had heard about, or what he looked like, all I got was vague responses.
Now I considered myself fairly street wise when it came to keeping myself safe. I had taken self defense classes, carried pepper spray, never left a drink unattended and practiced safe sex. I valet parked my car when that service was available, otherwise, parked it in a well lit area. When I could, I got info on the person I was hooking up with, and sent myself an email or texted a friend, so I felt pretty secure that I would not be taken in. I did not know it yet, but I was already under the demon’s spell and if I had known what was going to happen, I would definitely be afraid.
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At one of the first meetings I went to, I met several people who were very welcoming. They told me of several other upcoming events over the next week or so. I ran into a few of them at some of these meetings and there was one girl in particular named Lina, I took a liking to. We chatted at each of these meetings and eventually got together for dinner alone one evening. We really hit it off, one thing led to another and by the end of the night we were at her place in bed together. She did things to me I had no idea even existed,