Chapter 70

Craig stopped across the street from the Pirates Barn pub. He switched off the engine and looked at the ocean to his left. He agreed to meet Pamela after he had finished up a few things at the office. He had loads to do, but at least he had a good start on the file Pamela had given him.

Craig knew he was looking for trouble to meet Pamela in a pub for a drink, especially The Pirates Barn which was way too close. He could almost walk home from where he was parked. He knew he still had a choice. He only had to start the kombi and drive off without anyone noticing. Although he did not have Pamela's number, he could just tell her the next day that things got busy at the office and he had lost track of time, but what if the night turned out a major success? What if he went inside and eventually had sex with Pamela? The thing he wanted since he first lay eyes on her. He wondered what he would do about the booze. He couldn't just sit there and drink coffee or a soft drink because it would seem strange and geeky. He had to drink at least one beer, but his wife Sarah would smell it on him and start asking questions because she knew that alcohol was one of the reasons for him to have lost his mind and had an affair.

Craig locked the kombi and crossed the street. He climbed the wooden steps to the deck and walked inside. He felt a sense of anxiety walking through the door. He was a stranger in the pub and if anyone would see him with his work colleague, they would think something was going on and soon the secret would be out. Fortunately, the pub was quiet inside and Craig could not see anyone familiar except for Pamela sitting at a table in the far left corner. She was busy fiddling with her phone when Craig approached. Craig was surprised to see a plume of smoke coming from a thin cigarette in an ashtray next to an almost empty glass. He did not know Pamela was a smoker, but then again he did not know much about her except that she would be a good fuck.

'Hi Pam,' Craig greeted, not sure whether he should sit down or get some drinks from the bar first.

'Hi there stranger,' Pamela smiled. She switched off her phone and placed it down on the table.

Craig could see she had time to slip into something more comfortable which aroused him even more. She wore black sweater pants with a white T-shirt which spun over her breasts. Her hair hung loosely over her shoulders which gave her a nearly irresistible look to what Craig was used to. He had only seen her in her professional clothes which were most desirable at least. He noticed a slight red colour on her cheeks and he thought she was probably a little intoxicated. 'Sorry I'm late. Started going through the file you gave me this morning.'

'Not a problem,' Pamela smiled. 'Have a seat. What can I get you to drink?'

Craig thought about the situation quickly and realised she would not know whether he was drinking alcohol or not, but for the plan to work, he had to order something directly from the bar. 'I'm quite thirsty if you know what I mean? I'll get this round at the bar. What can I get you?'

'Gin and Tonic if you don't mind,' Pamela said and finished what was left of her drink.

'Be right back,' Craig said and headed for the bar. He ordered a Gin and Tonic for Pamela and a Coke for himself. He knew if he could lie to his wife, he could just as well bullshit Pamela. If she wondered what he was drinking, he would tell her it was Brandy and Coke. Craig waited for the bartender to pour the drinks and wondered if this was the pub where Ferris confronted those kids the night he got cursed. He knew Ferris's time was running out too quickly, but he had a more pressing matter at the moment with his children involved in some trouble at school. He would have more pressing matters if Sarah found out about his secret meeting with Pamela instead of dealing with the problems. At least he was not drinking alcohol. Not yet. It would be the trigger to the gun, or better yet, the sperm shot from his penis. Although this round was easy, he would have to worry about the next round to keep his secret of pretending to be drinking alcohol.

The bartender placed the drinks on the counter and Craig made sure Pamela did not see him pour the coke into an empty glass. He took Pamela's gin and tonic and headed back to their table. Pamela had made herself more comfortable by leaning back in one chair with her feet on another.

'Here you go,' Craig said placing the gin and tonic down on the table in front of Pamela. He pulled out a chair and sat down facing her.

'Thank you so much,' Pamela smiled. She took the can of tonic and poured it into the glass. 'So, you are from Jo-burg originally?'

'Yes, I don't think I'll ever go back there again. I always dreamed of retiring at the coast, but no one can ever be sure what the future holds.'

'Retiring already?' Pamela chuckled. Craig heard something naughty in her question.

'Far from it. Too much of a young man left in me.'

'Really?' Pamela smiled and looked into Craig's eyes. It made him feel a little uneasy. He knew one thing. She was naughty, and she likes playing games. She knew exactly what she wanted, and she was good at getting just that.

Craig kept his stare for a short moment. He smiled and asked, 'what about you Pam?'

'I'm from Cape Town, but I've been staying in Langebaan for the past four years. My family lives there still, but I like it here on my own.'

Craig knew she was hitting on him with all the additional information, setting small traps for him. 'So what are you doing out here in Saldanha tonight if you live in Langebaan?'

'I haven't been here in quite some time and thought it might be a good idea. There are so many good memories here of my younger days, the wilder days. As they say, young dumb and full of cum,' Pamela said smiling. There was a slight blush on her cheeks as if she knew she had just touched on the core of the matter. She looked down at her glass and playfully spun it around on the table.

'Young dumb and full of cum hey?' Craig chuckled, cutting through the tense moment they both knew were headed for the bed sooner or later. 'Well, you still look young to me and there's nothing wrong with being dumb and full of cum.'

Pamela laughed, 'I suppose you're right.' Pamela had a daring smile on her slightly red cheeks.

'So you live alone? No boyfriend?' Craig inquired.

'Not at the moment. I prefer it lightweight. No attachments and no commitments.' She looked up from the table and caught his eyes on her. She liked the attention she received from Craig and she liked the dangerous games she played where she had nothing to lose. Obviously, Craig only saw the flesh. The weakness of mankind she knew well, the power of the female body. 'Please excuse me, I need to go to the ladies.' She got up and walked around the table so that Craig could see the rest of her body.

Hecate stood in front of the mirror and smiled at the reflection of Pamela's face, so young, soft and ripe. She had the most lethal weapon for the task that lay ahead of her although it took more energy to control the human body than she could have imagined. Hecate knew she had Craig in her grip. She had him exactly where she wanted him. Soon she would have him in bed. The rest of it would be history. She would start ripping his marriage and life apart day by day. That would be her start. She better wrap this up quickly because there were many more and time was running out. She knew the human body would take severe punishment over the coming few days. The poor thing would probably end up with all sorts of sexually transmitted diseases but that was not Hecate's problem. She couldn't care less and besides, she had a job to do.

Craig noticed three young men entering the bar followed by someone that seemed to be covered with a newspaper. He was tattooed from his hands up to his neck. Even his face had words tattooed that Craig could not make out, but the young fella must have done some time in jail because he seemed dangerous, to say the least. He noticed the convict staring at him daringly. There was something in his eyes that made Craig feel uneasy, a merciless killer on the loose. Craig looked away from him but he could still feel the convict's eyes upon him.

Hecate had finished the business that humans do when she felt a presence she knew well. It was a presence of her own kind, yet too weak to have come from hell. It was close enough. She left the toilet and noticed four men sitting at the bar. She knew then that they were the human-pig followers Mormo had told her about. She noticed the way they looked at Pamela's body, their eyes almost undressing her with the pathetic uncontrollable lust the human race suffered from. She knew it was one of the most powerful weapons her master Satan had put on the planet. His dominion was growing stronger just because the human race could not control itself. She smiled at them. She knew they had no idea what she was capable of. Her powers were far greater than any large group of human beings could ever desire. Her powers came straight from the master of the pit, Satan who forever waited with his watchful eye, the eye that never sleeps. She walked around the table and sat down facing Craig. 'Hello there.'

'Can I get you another drink?' Craig asked. He felt a little annoyed because he knew he had to gain momentum again on the matter of his penis. He had a lust for her that was spinning out of control. At least the ice had been broken slightly, but he had to penetrate her and feed his perverse desires. He had to get her out of the pub first. She mentioned earlier that she lived alone which made things much easier. Obviously, the ring on his finger did not put her off, and he remembered how some women quite liked the challenge of fucking a married man. For a moment he had forgotten all about the four guys standing at the bar.

'I think it's my turn,' Pamela said.

'No, please, drinks are on me tonight,' Craig insisted and got up from the table.

'Another drink would be great thank you,' Pamela said looking over Craig's shoulder for a brief moment.

Craig knew who Pamela was looking at. She was looking at the scum who just entered the bar. 'You know those guys?'

'No. I don't,' Pamela said. 'I've never seen them before.'

Craig walked to the bar and caught a glimpse of the guy with the tattoos staring at him. His eyes were bouncing between Pamela and Craig. Craig noticed how he shot a drink down his throat and slammed the glass down on the bar counter.

'Another round please,' Craig said when the bar attendant approached. He noticed out of the corner of his eye that the convict was still staring at him. He could hear the younger ones talking although their voices were not too clear. That was when he heard something that made his heart jump in his chest. He heard the names Patrick and Andrew and he knew it could not have been a coincidence. Craig pretended to be in thought as he stared at nothing on the bar counter. He tried to focus on what they were saying by blocking out all other sounds.

'I'm looking forward to it. They need to be taught a lesson,' one voice said.

'Yeah, I would not mind a piece of their sister's ass though. What's her name again?' another voice.

'Emily I think,' the first voice said.

Craig looked up from the bar counter and looked at the boys sitting at the bar. He memorised each of their faces. Anxiety shot up from his stomach, but he wanted to find out what the conversation was about. If he said something to them, he might blow his chances of finding out more. He prayed that they were not talking about his children that way, but he knew the probability of the same names as his children in one conversation was almost too great to ignore.

'Here you go sir,' the bartender said placing the drinks in front of Craig.

'Thank you,' Craig said annoyed. He handed money to the bartender. 'Keep the change,' he said because he did not want any interruptions while he was eavesdropping on the conversation. He took his time pouring the drinks as slowly as possible to extend his time at the bar without making it too obvious. It seemed to Craig that they had changed the topic of their conversation. He stood a little longer at the bar and realised they were indeed talking about something else. This was far from over he thought, but first, he had to attend to Pamela sitting by herself.

Craig approached the table and noticed Pamela staring at the guys at the bar. He wondered if she lied about knowing them because the convict-type guy seemed to be the same age as Pamela. Craig placed the drink down on the table without saying anything. His mind was somewhere else at the moment. He sat down and took a sip of his coke.

'You alright,' Pamela asked. 'You look a bit pale.'

'I'm fine,' Craig lied. 'I think all the work had taken its toll on me.'

'Retirement I would say,' Pamela chuckled.

'Probably,' Craig smiled half-heartedly. Somehow he did not feel aroused by Pamela anymore. He had more pressing matters on his mind and he wished he could have been hanging around the bar a little longer to find out what those guys were up to. He was certain they were talking about his Emily, Patrick and Andrew. Could they have been the satanic group from school that his children had mentioned? Craig wondered. They sure fitted the profile, especially with the convict sitting with them. Why were they hanging out with a scumbag like him, anyway? What did he have to offer, or did he get them involved in Satanism with no way out?

'So, I noticed you are married,' Pamela smiled. Craig looked up and caught her staring at him with intent.

'Yes. Yes, I am.'

'What would your wife say if she knew you were sitting here?' Pamela asked mockingly.

'Don't know,' Craig said. 'I haven't thought about it yet.' He noticed Pamela's seductive smile.

'Well, to cut straight to the point,' Pamela said leaning back into her seat, 'I have not had a good fuck in a long time and I bet I can ride you till the sun comes up.'

Craig was taken off guard by Pamela's straightness. He did not know whether he liked or despised it. Although his thoughts had all been about fucking her brains out a few minutes ago, he would have done so if those guys had not entered the bar and spoken about his children. He was not used to women throwing themselves at him. Usually, it was the men who were doing the hunting and not the women. Craig found it quite unattractive despite Pamela's good looks and great body. Something had changed in her. He had never expected her to be so forward about what she desired. 'Wow. That's a bit - '

'What?' Pamela interrupted. 'Are you scared you can't get it up anymore tiger?' Her face was more sombre.

Craig could feel something rubbing up against his leg towards his crotch. He knew it was Pamela's foot. He pulled his chair back slightly. 'Maybe you misunderstood me.'

'I most definitely did. I thought a married man meeting a horny woman alone in a bar was certainly after a good fuck. What did I not understand?' Pamela asked. Her expression was more serious, almost offended.

'It crossed my mind, but to be honest with you, I've got a good wife - '

'How can you resist me?' Pamela asked. 'Don't you want to fuck this?' Her voice changed into something demonic. She rubbed her breasts and started squeezing them. Someone else had taken over Pamela's vocal cords. Most definitely not feminine anymore. In fact, it did not even sound like a man's voice either.

Craig was shocked at the sudden change of events that had started off so well. He had no idea the night would turn out like this, but he knew one thing, the woman in front of him was possessed. 'No, I don't want to fuck you, Pam,' Craig said trying to keep his composure. He noticed how her eyes change from Pamela's to black and then back to Pamela's eyes again. 'I think I'll be on my way now.' Craig grabbed his keys from the table and got up. 'See you at the office.'

'I don't think so, you fucking faggot,' Pamela said in a harsh demon voice.

Craig Headed for the door and noticed the guys at the bar following him with their eyes.