Lustful Paradise

'What in the actual fuck!' Lucifer thought. 'This is wrong on so many levels. This is not right! Why the fuck are people in the world enjoying the idea of another man fucking their woman? What the hell? Is this some sort of kink that has taken the world by storm?'

Lucifer's mind was reeling with the shock and disgust he was feeling.

The thought that someone could be aroused by the idea of sharing their lover with someone else was beyond his comprehension.

He couldn't help but feel a wave of nausea at the thought of it. And knowing that there were people out there who enjoyed watching it, he couldn't even bear to imagine what else they were into.

"I think... I think I am going to be sick," Lucifer said to himself, feeling his stomach churn and his skin crawl.

The images from the theater were burned into his brain, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get them out.

He needed to get away, to clear his head, and to forget what he had seen.

Without another thought, he rushed towards the parking lot. He knew what he needed.

He got inside his car and started driving at a high speed. The cool breeze helped clear his mind a little, but the images still haunted him.

As the car zoomed through the streets, passing by the familiar landmarks, Lucifer drove to a place he had been before, and as he neared it, he could see the bright, neon lights of the bar shining ahead of him.

Soon, he parked the car outside a bar in the downtown area and got out.

The bar was one of his favorites, with a relaxed and laid-back atmosphere. It had a good selection of drinks, a jukebox playing his favorite songs, and a spacious interior with cozy booths and tables. It was a great spot to relax and have a good time, and Lucifer needed a drink, a place where he could unwind and try to forget what he had just witnessed.

Even though it was morning, there were several patrons in the bar.

Ignoring them all, Lucifer took a seat at one of the booths, not wanting to interact with anyone else.

"Hey there, stranger! What can I get you to drink today?" A young woman with a bright smile greeted Lucifer as he sat down in the booth.

Lucifer looked up at the woman. She was tall, with a slim, athletic build that was emphasized by the way her black dress hugged her curves. The dress was low cut, exposing her deep cleavage and the round shape of her ample breasts.

"I need a drink to wash the disgust out of my mind and something to distract me from the weird things I've seen. I need something strong. Something that will help me forget everything and make me feel like my normal self again," Lucifer replied, feeling the frustration boiling up inside of him.

The waitress gave him a sympathetic look and then went to the back to prepare his order. She returned shortly with a bottle of rum and a glass. "Here you go. This should do the trick."

"Thanks," Lucifer replied, taking the bottle from her.

Then he wasted no time in pouring himself a glass and knocking it back, feeling the warmth of the alcohol burn down his throat and spread throughout his body. "I need a lot more of it," he mumbled to himself.

As the young waitress was busy serving another customer, Lucifer continued to pour himself more rum and down it in a few gulps. It wasn't long before he could feel the alcohol taking hold and the tension in his body start to fade.

But Lucifer found something strange about his body. He could feel that the alcohol was working, but he was nowhere near being drunk. He could still think clearly and see without a blur.

"Hmm... How come I don't feel any tipsy yet? It doesn't seem like the alcohol is having its usual effect on me." Lucifer muttered, looking at the half-empty bottle of rum. He wondered if the drink was watered down, but that didn't seem possible. The taste was strong, and the label was a well-known brand.

"Whatever the reason is, this drink is doing the job, even if I have to get a few more bottles to get me drunk," Lucifer said, pouring another glass for himself and taking a big gulp.

He couldn't help but think how much his body had changed since the devil had granted his wishes. He had never thought about how the changes would affect him, but it was something that was becoming apparent to him now. It made him wonder how else his body had changed.

After a few minutes, Lucifer finished the last drop of rum and placed the empty bottle on the table.

"Oh, you finished it already! You were really thirsty, weren't you?" the waitress commented, noticing the empty bottle. "Do you want me to get you another one? Or would you rather have something different?"

"Yeah, get me another bottle," Lucifer ordered, still not feeling drunk despite consuming a full bottle of rum. "And I don't want any interruptions while I'm drinking."

The waitress was quick to fetch him another bottle of rum and placed it in front of him. "Enjoy your drink, sir. And don't worry, I'll leave you be until you call me." she winked.

"Thank you," Lucifer said, pouring himself another glass of rum and taking a big gulp. "Let's hope this will be enough to make me drunk."

Lucifer downed one glass of rum after another, feeling the warmth of the alcohol spread throughout his body, numbing his senses and taking him away from the weirdness of the world.

He was finally starting to feel drunk and relaxed. He leaned back against his seat, enjoying the blissful state of intoxication and forgetting all the weird shit that had happened.

Just as he was enjoying the effects of the alcohol, a familiar voice called out his name. "Lucifer?"