The Devil's Plan

By P. Walter Gagnon

Wilfor Marks is happy with his life.  He has a supermodel wife, a six figure job, and an apartment in uptown Manhattan overlooking Central Park.  Not bad for a short, shy, and balding guy who grew up dirt poor on the lower east side.  He was happy as he could be until August Metzger came into his life.  August knows things that he shouldn’t know and convinces Wil that he is indeed satan and wants Wil’s soul! 

August proves to Wil he’s the reason Wil has everything he’s ever wanted and Wil realizes his whole life has been a set up.  Just to poor salt into the wound August even proves to Wil that his wife is cheating on him and Wil’s daughter Railly isn’t his.   At Wil’s lowest point, August promises Wil he will not be tortured for all eternity if he just signs away his soul now.  Wil is ready to sign the deal when August says something that makes Wil think there is another way and convinces the devil he needs more time.  August agrees and gives Wil a week to decide but, at the end of that week, Wil either signs the deal or his soul is tortured for all eternity. 

Wil looks for help in the most likely place but when he realizes the church is lying to him, he has no choice but to turn to those in the wiccan community for help.  As Wil tries to find a way to beat the devil’s deal he screws up at work and now he’s been fired too!  With his wife cheating on him, and having just been fired, Wil must turn to the only other person who has met August and lived but who is Kasey Bane and why does it seem like August is protecting her?

• Language: English
• Publisher: P. Walter Gagnon
• Release date: Mar 28, 2017
• ISBN: 9781386553946

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CHAPTER 1

Beep, ....beep, .... beep.... Wil woke to his alarm.  Smacking the off switch with his hand, he put his feet on the floor.  Looking between his legs with his head in his hands, he begged for his headache to subside.  Ten to fifteen mornings a month is just too much to wake up like this, Wil said to the floor. Grabbing the bottle of water and aspirin on the nightstand he had for these occasions, he swallowed four pills down and waited for his headache to subside.  Looking over to the other side of the bed, Wil realized Airia was already gone but couldn’t remember what appointment she had this morning.  Whatever it is, I’m sure it’s going to cost a small fortune, he mumbled to himself.

Okay, I’ve got to see the doctor today.  This is too much.  I’ll have Beatrice make me an appointment with Dr. Chapel when I get in.  He shuddered at that last thought, knowing how much Dr. Chapel hated him.  He dragged himself out of bed before his headache subsided because he had to get going.  Today was the semi-annual board meeting, and he had to give his report on the company’s payroll. 

After showering and dressing, Wil headed for Kasey’s Coffee Shop.  Upon entering, he accidentally pushed the door into a stranger with a derby hat and handlebar mustache that was leaving. 

Watch it!  The man said.  If you aren’t careful, I’ll add this to your tally, Mr. Marks.  The last part the man said with a laugh and a smile as he turned and walked away. 

Wil was taken aback. Who the hell is that?  How does he know my name?  I’m  positive I’d remember someone that looked like that? He giggled a little now recalling the silly hat and mustache the man wore.

Inside the coffee shop, Wil said, Good morning Kasey.  Latte please. 

Yes sir Mr. Marks, Kasey said.  Wil fumbled for his wallet as she smiled at him and opened it.

Damn it!  Airia emptied my wallet again. Wil mumbled under his breath.  He hated swiping for his coffee because he knew that it cost Kasey $.50 for a $2.50 cup of coffee, and he wouldn’t be able to give her a tip without her having to claim it on her taxes.  Looking at her, he frowned. I’m so sorry, Kasey. Airia took all my cash again.  I’ll have to swipe.  I’ll make up for it next time and leave a bigger tip. 

Kasey laughed.  Mr. Marks, you always leave a huge tip, please don’t worry about it.  I’ll tell you what, today your coffee is on me.  She quickly gave him a little smile and turned to the latte machine.

As she worked she asked, How are you feeling today, Mr. Marks?

Splitting headache again, Kasey. I’m going to see the doctor later, Wil replied.

The shop was empty except for him so his coffee was ready in no time.  As Kasey handed it to him she said, It’s about time.  You’ve been having those headaches for months.  Then she smiled at him and handed him his coffee, touching his hand as she did.

Thank you, Wil said awkwardly, smiling back and took his first sip.  The coffee started clearing his head more than the aspirin had and he smiled as he walked to the Aspire building.

Wil had forgotten his security badge so he took the elevator to the fiftieth floor and waited for the next one to take him to the sixty sixth.  His head was still pounding from the headache he woke up with despite the four aspirin and the coffee.  As he waited, he couldn’t help but think of the rude gentleman at Kasey’s coffee shop.  Wil didn’t mean to bump him with the door, and in fact, if the man hadn’t been standing so close, Wil wouldn’t have.  It’s what the man said that really bothered Wil. 

If you aren’t more careful, I’ll add this to your tally. 

What the hell does that mean, add to my tally?  He got on the elevator and pushed the button for the 66th floor. 

Mrs. Clay, can you get me an appointment with Dr. Chapel this afternoon around four?  I should be out of the board meeting by then, Wil said as he walked up to his secretary’s desk. 

Yes Mr. Marks, she replied.  As you requested, your calendar has been cleared for the day but Mr. Abrams wants to see you in his office at 12:30 before you go into the boardroom. 

Thank you Mrs. Clay, Wil said, turning to his office.  As he did, he noticed an extra door along the hallway and asked, Mrs. Clay, am I losing my mind?  Hasn’t my office always been five doors down from the elevator?

No sir, you aren’t losing your mind.  If you remember, maintenance was partitioning off the conference room for the new clerk.  They added a door, she said, looking at him over her glasses. 

So you are telling me that I’m on the sixty sixth floor at the sixth door?  He asked, smiling now.  I’m the devil then!  He laughed then winced from the headache as he turned and walked into his office.

CHAPTER 2

Wil had gotten to Frank’s office and waited in the receptionist’s area, listening to the news.  Last week’s attack in Austin Texas was classified as a terrorist attack today by the FBI.  The two perpetrators.... The newscaster was saying when Frank interrupted. 

Right on time as usual, Wil, Frank said, leading him to his office. Sit, he continued as he pointed to the couch in his office.  This is the way it had always been between Frank and Wil since the day he was hired. Frank was the leader and Wil his willing follower. Frank had become his mentor and best friend so what he had to say next shocked Wil into sitting straight up. I'm retiring, Wil.  Right after taxes are filed.

What? Why? Asked Wil as he settled back into the couch.  You’ve never said anything about retiring before, why now all of a sudden?

Frank explained. Wil, I'm 69 years old.  I have been with Aspire for over 30 years now.  I think it' time for me to take it easy with the rest of my life, and Wil. Frank looked him dead in the eye and after a slight pause he lowered his voice. I have cancer.  Intraphatic Bile Duct cancer to be exact.  Stage 3.  The outlook is bleak and I want to take some time to be with Betty so I'm retiring.  When I go into the board meeting this afternoon, I am going to announce my retirement and recommend that you take over as Head of Accounts Payable.

Wil was stunned.  His first thought was, about fucking time old man, and immediately chastised himself.  God, what is wrong with me, he grimaced.  I hope to hell this isn’t how Tourette’s starts.  Frank, there has to be something you can do.  I'm sure Dr. Chapel.... Wil said and was immediately interrupted by Frank.

I didn’t go to Dr. Chapel.  I went to Dr. Schumer.  He said I could either become extremely aggressive with chemotherapy and maybe gain a few months to a year but I would lose quality of life, or I could keep taking the meds he has me on and spend the remainder of my time happy, Frank remarked.  That's why I called you in.  I wanted you to be the first to know before word gets out and to let you know I'm recommending you for my position.

Wil was unsure what to think now.  He wanted Frank's job, deserved it really, over any of the other candidates, but he thought he'd get it when Frank moved up to Chief Financial Officer, not when Frank retired due to cancer.  Frank, I don't want the job this way.  Every time I walked into this office, I'd think of you.  I don't think I could do that every day.

Frank replied, Then move into the next office over. It's bigger anyway and you can make this one as the conference room, or you can move up to the top floor.  They’ve been trying to get me to move up there for years.  The fact of the matter is, you have saved this company a ton of money in the last 10 years while you’ve been the Head of Payroll, more than all of the other candidates for the job combined.  You have been invaluable since the day you convinced Mrs. Fraime you had a $2 million tax savings and wouldn’t tell anyone outside of finance what it was.  Do you remember that Wil?  That was the day I knew you were a financial superstar and convinced Aimee Aspire to hire you.

I remember, said Wil.  That was the scariest moment of my life.  I was sure she was going to tell me to get out.  It was a huge gamble and I would have done all that research for nothing because it didn’t apply to any other company in New York.  He then asked, What about Terri Johnson?  He's your assistant and has been since I've known you, isn't he the obvious choice?

Terri would do a fine job but that's all he would do.  He has no vision, doesn't know what to look for, and can't read the tax code like you do.  Hell, no one can read the tax code like you.  I think you look forward to it coming out each year like a housewife looks forward to her next romance novel. Frank chuckled. 

Wil was unsure what to think next.  All he knew was he had to be in the boardroom in 15 minutes so he had to get his act together.  Okay Frank, I'll think about it. Can I let you know in the morning? 

Wil you don't understand. This is a done deal.  I've already talked to Aimee and she agrees, so you will be my replacement.  I just wanted to let you know before I told the entire board and they voted on it.  I didn’t want you to be blind-sided.

As Wil walked out he counted the doors to Franks office.  When he realized that the conference room was the sixth door down he grinned.  All of Accounts Payable was on the sixty sixth floor only Frank’s offices were on the other side of the building.  I'll look good in that big office, and I'll still get to be the devil.  Wil then smiled his best devilish smile, not giving a second thought to Frank’s cancer.

The board meeting came and went, Frank made his announcement and after the members voted, it was official. Wil was the new Head of Accounts Payable for the Aspire Modeling Agency, as of October 1st.  Just a few short months away. I can't wait to tell Airia!

CHAPTER 3

As he waited for Dr. Chapel, list of symptoms in hand, he daydreamed about what he wanted to do to put Airia in the mood that night.  Railly had her Taekwondo tournament this weekend so she’d be at her friend’s house to give them time to practice.

I need flowers, wine, dinner reservations at Gino's, and condoms in case she actually lets me diddle her. He blushed at that last thought.  The last box I had to toss because it sat in the nightstand drawer so long, the condoms dried out.

As he texted his list to Beatrice to arrange for the night, he continued to fantasize how his evening with Airia would go.  First I’ll pick her up at Margarite’s because she is having the full day spa treatment and won’t be done until 6.  I know that it’s a high-end establishment but $500 for a day at the spa?  The bitch hasn’t worked a day since we were married, what the hell does she need another spa day for?  he grumbled out loud. 

Now she’s a bitch?  What is wrong with me lately?  Anyway, next; home, wine, shower, get dressed, LIMO! he shouted when he realized and immediately texted that to Beatrice.  Dinner, break the news, back home in a hurry, making out in the limo, her hands all over me, not being able to wait to take me, he fantasized some more.  Yeah, we'll get home, undress on our way to the bedroom, strewing clothes along the way, his smile getting bigger on his face, and his pants getting just a little tighter.  I bet tonight after I tell her I'll be making close to a half million dollars a year, she'll even be ready to do it with the lights on!

His spirit dampened when he thought about their actual sex life.  It had been pretty much the same thing every time since they had gotten married, if they even had sex.  He would be allowed to go down on her, using his tongue only to stimulate her while humming the Star Spangled Banner.  She had told him the vibration helped her climax faster so he was glad to hum the song because there were times when he was down on her for what seemed like an eternity.  More than once, he thought she had fallen asleep because it took so long to make her orgasm. 

He wasn't allowed to have an orgasm until she got hers and she would tap him on the shoulder when she was done.  He also was not allowed to touch her vagina with his hands and no finger insertion at all. I don’t like the feel of your rough hands touching my sensitive parts, she had said.  If he had to do something with his hands, he was allowed to caress her body, breasts, and nipples. There was to be no pinching, slapping, or hair pulling and no going above the neck so he wouldn't mess up her make-up.  A few times in the beginning of their relationship, he had been allowed to climb on top of her once she orgasmed and make proper love to her, inserting himself in her until he was finished.  That ended shortly after they were married but sometimes she would still roll him over and climb on top of him to ‘finish the job’ he couldn't finish with his tongue as she put it.  Hence the reason he needed the condoms.  So she can finish the job, he chortled. 

He was never allowed to orgasm inside her.  She didn't want to be on birth control because of what ‘the pill’ could do to her body, and pregnancy was out of the question.  The one time on their wedding night had been enough to conceive a child and she did not want to have another.  Since he wasn't allowed to orgasm inside her, she would normally give him oral sex, saying it was better this way because she could just swallow it and wouldn't have a mess to clean up even though anytime there was a mess, he always cleaned it up.

Not really the kind of sex life you want to have with a woman that should have been a supermodel. He sighed, remembering she had yelled at him once, I don’t want you touching my head to try to push it down further.  I will take as much as I can and that's what you will have to live with! 

He never could see anything during their love making either because of her no lights rule.  She had even gone to great lengths to get light blocking shades and curtains so as not to let any light in at all.  She had told him once that she couldn't sleep if there was one ray of light in the room.  It wasn't his ideal situation because there had been a number of times he had stubbed his toe or stepped on something she had ‘accidentally’ left on his side of the bed, but as long as he was in bed after her, he could check his side before he turned off the lights.  She tended to sleep through the night and when she did get up, she would turn on all the lights to see and then turn them off herself when she came back to bed.  It was annoying to Wil because sometimes it would be hours that she stayed up but if he turned off the lights, she would wake him to yell at him that she couldn’t see.

Looking at his watch he realized it was almost 5 o'clock when his appointment with Dr. Chapel was at 4.  He had expected something like this because Dr. Chapel was always running behind when Wil had an appointment.  That's okay, I'm sure he's a busy man, Wil mumbled under his breath.

He looked around the room and realized he hadn't seen any other patients in the office since he walked in at 3:45 PM.  Just then, Dr. Chapel’s nurse came. Dr. Chapel is very sorry and would like to know if you wanted to reschedule because he may be another hour.

Wil sighed and said, Tell him that's fine, I'll wait. He then took out his phone to text Airia that he had exciting news and to be ready to go to Gino's when he got home. 

Before he could hit send however, the nurse came out again. Mr. Marks, the doctor will see you now.

So Wilfor, what seems to be the problem? the doctor asked. 

Wil handed Dr. Chapel his list of symptoms. I've been cursing a lot lately too doctor and I have never cursed a day in my life. As he watched the doctor read his list, he continued, I’ve also been having some disturbing dreams.  Lately, I’m watching as a baby drowns after being thrown from a car.  The baby’s mother is there begging for me to save her baby.  I look at the baby then I look at her and in my dream I make her a deal.  If she performs oral sex on me, I’ll save her baby. I watch in slow motion as she goes down and pulls my penis out and puts it in her mouth.  Next thing I know, I’m laughing at her and then I walk away, letting the baby drown.  Then I wake up in a cold sweat with my heart racing and can’t get back to sleep. 

Dr. Chapel stopped looking at Wil’s list of ailments the second Wil mention his penis.  Looking at Wil now, the doctor smiled. So, was it a good blow job? 

"What?  What kind of question is that?  I’m laughing at a mom whose baby is drowning and I walk away.  I don’t care about a