Dance For The Devil by S. Kodejs

of just coming home late. That shows maturity, Amy. Since it’s not a school night, and since I know where you’re going, and with whom, I’ll extend your curfew until one. Not a moment later, okay?” She nodded. “If it works out tonight, and if you make sure you keep ahead of your homework without being reminded, then I’ll consider extending it permanently. Alright?”
    “Thanks , Daddy!” She bounced over and kissed him on the cheek. “You’re the best! I promise I won’t disappoint you! I’ve got to phone Jason!”
    Jake smiled. “And I have to phone Gil. Looks like we’re hooked on the Vandercamp family, huh?” He watched her bound happily out of the room and he sighed. It reminded him of when she was a little girl.
    This parenthood thing was tough. Perhaps Gil was right after all, maybe she needed more space. Well, pushing his misgivings aside, he’d given her space. Now, he could fret and worry while she was gone.
    He idly hoped there was a good TV movie playing on the late-show. He had a feeling it was going to be a long evening.
    **
    They donned hooded black robes in the parking lot, carefully covering their heads. Jason checked each one of them, and satisfied, led them into a derelict building. The four were indistinguishable, save for Elise’s nervous giggles, until Jason admonished her to remain quiet.
    Jason held Amy’s hand as he led them through the entrance. Others, similarly clad, filed through the door. It was hard to see clearly, a combination of the dimly-lit room and the floppy hood. The two joints they’d shared in the car didn’t help her vision either. Amy tried to focus but everything remained blurry. She allowed Jason to lead her in.
    They took seats near the back. A pewter goblet was passed around and Jason motioned for her to drink. It smelled spicy and sweet, and Amy sipped lightly, surprised to find the liquid warm and rather thick. “More,” he whispered. “You need to take a bigger drink. It’s like communion, it enhances the ceremony. Trust me.” She did, then passed it along.
    It was hard to tell exactly how many people were here, maybe fifty or sixty. The room was set up like a church, with pews, a pulpit and an altar. Darkness prevailed, except for the altar, where dozens of black candles flickered. A breeze whistled throughout and it was airy and damp. Amy shivered, but it was more from excitement than the chill.
    There was tension in the room, an air of expectancy. Amy shifted her head slightly and saw some couples clasped together. One had his hand under another’s cape, but aside from soft groaning, Amy couldn’t tell exactly what was going on. She averted her eyes and began to look around.
    Then suddenly, with a flash of fire and smoke, the altar burst into light and a man appeared. His voice boomed loudly and everyone cheered. Amy found herself cheering along, her voice joining with Jason’s and her friends.
    The man stripped off his cape and Amy gasped as she realized he was naked, except for the hood which covered his face. Dark symbols covered his torso, symbols she’d never seen before. Amy found herself staring at his penis, glad for the hood which hid her face. Her head swam dizzily and she felt a funny tingling deep in her groin.
    The man was speaking now and people were applauding. It was hard to hear what he was saying because his voice was soft. She caught the word ‘sinners’ and everyone cheered. A woman joined him no w, stripping off her robe and lying naked on the altar. The man stroked her breasts and fondled his penis, and Amy felt Jason’s hand slip under her robe. At least, she thought it was Jason’s.
    Her head felt fuzzy, but the warmth in her groin grew and she opened her legs slightly, allowing him to push aside her panties, fingering her wetness. She squirmed, allowing him better access.
    The man was spreading the woman’s legs now, and people were cheering. Now he was pouring something on her, something red, something that