Succubus Dreams CHAPTER 5

Peter, Cody, and Hugh already had a table when I arrived at the Cellar. chromatic sat with them, much to my dismay. Id comp onlyowely forgotten ab stunned my apprentice. At least she didnt have Niphon in tow. I hoped that meant shed fin entirelyy bagged a make fun, though her lack of a post- brace succubus glow suggested differentwise. Neither Carter nor Jerome had deigned to show. I rec all(prenominal) tolded that Jerome was out(p)(p) of town and figured the angel was out with his colleagues. They could all pipe down be at my a sortment for all I knew.Hey, Cody called in greeting, making populate for me beside him. I sight you verbalise you were busy.Yeah, well, plans change, I grumbled. I gestured to Hugh. Got a seat?He tsked me. No sess in public military positions both more, sweetie.Groaning, I flagged rout a waitress. Smoking was an ugly ha import Id blow overn up for the sake of the mortals around me. Still, after smoking for over a century, I found I crave d the occasional hit du crime syndicate stressful times. The city smoking ban was good for Seattle only when damned inconvenient for me and my bad mood.Cody couldnt let my vague answer go. Howd your plans change? Werent you and Seth deviation out?Hugh laughed when I didnt answer. Uh-oh, trouble in paradise.He had things to do, I replied stiffly.Things or battalion? asked Peter. Didnt you unwrap him the go-ahead to sleep around if he valued?Hes non doing that. reveal yourself that if it makes you feel wagerter, teased Hugh. No angiotensin converting enzyme can write as much as he claims to.Since my friends manifestly had no lives of their own, I had to erect a number of other pokes and jibes. They believably didnt mean to do any(prenominal) real damage, scarce their words hurt any substance. Seth had already low me adequate without their help. Anger simmered within me, and I tried to channel it into my locate of gimlet consumption rather than my friends.The only person who looked more down(p) than me was chromatic. She wore a strapless red dress, almost identical in slide to the satin sheath I still had on from the ballet. Un equal mine, hers was do of spandex what was it with her and that stuff anyway? and rough six marches shorter. Mine excessively fit.Why so glum? I asked, hoping the others would dress whatever star else to obsess on.Her lower sassing trembled, either from sadness or an inability to soften its own huge collagen-filled weight. I still havent, you k without delayIt was enough to allay my own distress. It also meant Niphon was still in town, as Id pretend upon seeing her. How? How is that possible?She shrugged and leaned in front wretchedly, her elbows resting on knees that were spread open guy-style. With grace bid that, no enquire she couldnt desexualize laid.I waved my hand around us. Well, go out t present, preteen succubus. This place is a buffet. Grab a plate and take your pick.Oh, yeah, similar its that sluttish.It is that uncomplicated. You might not be up to scoring a non-Christian priest or anything, barely you can definitely take a shit some air of fix.Maybe you can. I dontI dont in reality know what to take to them.I h unmatchedstly couldnt believe this conversation was happening. It was weirder than me trying to convince Dante I was a succubus. Maddie had trouble talk of the town to guys too, but a giant, crazily proporti adeptd blonde throwing herself at men could get someone to sleep with her. It was a basic integrity of the universe.Wellif you really dont know what to say, just try going up and asking them if they want to have sex. Crass, but itll probably pee-pee for someone.She scoffed. Right. Thats all there is to it.That is all there is to it, I say. Hugh returned from the bathroom, and I glanced over at him. You want to go have sex?He didnt even blink. Sure. allow me pay my bill.I turned back to tawny. See?Wait, say Hugh, one hand on his coat. Was t hat a joke?You were an instructive example, Peter explained.Fuck. tawny- embrown shake her head, tousled blond curls fluttering. I cant do that.Oh my God. I resisted corrasion my tendernesss, lest I muss the makeup. Tawny, this isnt rocket science.Werent you tell us how hard it was to do your job, back when your incubus buddy was around? asked Peter. My friend Bastiens recent chatter had elicited a veritable cheerleading squad of admirers for him and what my male friends deemed the hardest job ever. closed in(p) up, I snapped. Youre ruining my mentoring.I dont want a bad one, Tawny said petulantly. I want to corrupt a good one. nonpareil thatll give me lots of nada.Start small. Dont worry close the good ones when you probably cant even pick them out in the first place.How do you find one?Its an art. One youll learn. Im telling you, though, just start small.I did give her a few pointers, recalling my alleged role as mentor. We studied some of the men in the bar, spotting wedd ing rings and one bach party. A guy about to get married was a really nice hit. I also advised on demeanor, how a secrecy man was often (but certainly not always) a ruin bet than a loud, obnoxious one if you were going for good ones. Of course, serial killers tended to be quiet too. Really, it came down to reading people, which wasnt a skill she could learn overnight. property this in mind, I tried to reiterate how she should just try easy fixes for now.I really a ilk how youve got the entire male population pegged, said Peter when Id finished lecturing. Im glad you dont believe in stereotyping or anything.I shrugged. Ive been doing this for a while.Okay, prove it, said Hugh. He and I were at about equal levels of intoxication now. Find three decent souls in here.I grinned. Imps could gauge the strength and goodness of a persons soul with a glance. evaluate the challenge, I scanned for a farsighted time. When I picked my three, he shook his head.You got devil out of three. The two that are right are really good. The one you got wrong is pretty bad. At least youre dealing in extremes.Tawny moaned. You see? This is hard.For Christs sake, I exclaimed, finishing other gimlet. Its not. Not in the cub leagues youre playing in. Look, you want a tip? Go get a job that gives you easy access.I am not going to go stand on a corner, she said huffily. hence goI dont know. Go to Hughs date auction. The imp glared at me. Or go work at a strip club. Its about the easiest thing a succubus can do. Hang out at the bar after your number, and theyll put in to you. A strippers a hot commodity, particularly when a lot of those guysll count youre a prostitute anyway.I dont know. It still sounds degrading.Youre going to be roll in the hay to sustain your existence for the rest of eternity Get off your mettlesome horse. You wait much longer, and your first-ones-free energy stash will dry up. Strippings easy. And fun. And you get to wear pretty costumes. Trust me, its a g ood racket.I guess, she said at stomach. She exhaled heavily, the motion push her breasts out even further than usual.Georginas a pro, said Hugh, reaching over to give her a comforting pat. Considering he really wasnt a warm and fuzzy kind of guy, I suspected he just wanted to brush her breasts. Or so I hear. I guess Ill never find out. He gave me a change taste glance.If thats true, Tawny said, therefore how come her own boyfriend blew her off?The guys let out a collective ooh and glanced eagerly between the two of us, apparently in anticipation of the catfight theyd long predicted. All of my earlier fury resur baptismal fontd, furnish now by alcohol and Tawnys incompetence.Grabbing my glass, I strode up to the bar to get a refill in person. Hanging out with my friends was rapidly losing its charm. A newbie succubus didnt have any right to mock me about my dating difficulties, particularly when she couldnt land one guy. I could have frozen down a dozen if Id wanted to tonig ht. At the same time.And, glancing over beside me, I realized I might very well have an easy score right here.The guy from the bookstore, the one with the fetish books, stood at the bar, talking to the bartender. He didnt appear to be with a group. Hastily, I turned off so he wouldnt recognize me. After I got my drink, I present it on my friends table and retreated to the bathroom without another word to them. Id had to persona bathrooms as shape-shifting hideouts for years, but there was nothing to be done for it in these situations. Inside a stall, I changed into a long, graceful carcass with sleek gold hair not unlike some of the ballerinas Id seen tonight. Id show Tawny how to do blond right.Walking back out, I caught Codys eye. My friends could recognize me in any shape, of course, and he gave me a puzzled look as I strode back to the bar. Standing beside the guy from the bookstore again, I ordered another drink. This time, he turned and caught sight of me. I smiled.That any good? I asked, nodding to the red concoction he was drinking.I guess. He lift up the glass and peered at it. Its a pomegranate cosmo. I deem. soft of girly, honestly no offense.None taken.The bartender slid my whiskey on the rocks to me. The guy beside me laughed.I suddenly feel emasculated, he said.I grinned and extended my hand, speak the first look up that came to mind. Im Clara.Jude.Hey, Jude.He sighed.Sorry, I said. Couldnt resist.You and everyone else.You here alone? I asked.He looked embarrassed and absentmindedly rubbed the empty finger his wedding ring had been on the last time I saw him. Yeah.Me too.He looked me over, attempting covertness and not doing a good job. I find that hard to believe.Well I looked down at my drink, playing with its edge. Its kind of a long flooringAnd slowly, skillfully, I crafted a tale about how Id come here to impact a guy and how hed stood me up. He was supposed to go to a sex club with me, though I didnt come right out and say tha t immediately. That would have been too much for someone like Jude, someone who was intrigued but still nervous about the whole idea of exotic sexuality. So, I spoke vaguely at first, using innuendoes, hinting at my own cheer in exhibitionism, how I just wanted to go see what a place like that was all about.As I concluded, I use the same line hed apply in the bookstore. I feel like such a pervert. HonestlyI dont know why Im telling you this. I dont even know you. Its just I looked up at him with big blue eyes. Youre easy to talk to.A long tranquillise followed as Jude held my gaze. I dont thinkI dont think theres anything wrong with what youre axiomwhat you wantSnick I started reeling in the line.Really?YeahI mean, sometimesIve kind ofyou know, wantedReally?He nodded.I allowed a five-second hesitation. You want to go with me? Just to, you know, watch?After a bit of rumination, Jude agreed. Unsurprisingly, he didnt know where any sex clubs were in the city. Also unsurprisingly, I did.I didnt even look back at my friends as Jude and I leftfield the bar. I hadnt clocked it or anything, but I was pretty reliable my solicitation had been accomplished in record time. Thatd teach the gang to indecision my pro status.The club we went to was one Id visited a number of times before. Id been to better ones in my day, but I liked this one simply because of its name Insolence.Establishments that catered to sex and fetishism all operated in different ways. In places where everyone pass judgment to participate like swingers clubs admission was strictly regulated. Single girls always got into places like that, and fits usually only had a few requirements. Single guys had a harder time. In a place like Insolence that was focused primarily on watching, admission was more lax. We simply had to pay our cover, and we were in. Mine was still cheaper, though.The place was packed and had a dance club kind of feel. Techno music pulsed by dint of the darkened room, the only illumination coming from recessed lights that shone blue and purple. intimately of this light focused down on roped off areas that were reserved for those who wanted to perform. They were like small stages that the club-goers could gather around. Some of the stages were themed one with a doctors big businessman and operating table setup while most were couches and beds. in that respect appeared to be no system about who could use them. It was a first-come, first-served system, and since about half the platforms were empty, there didnt seem to be too much urgency. that the spectators eagerly crowded around those areas that were occupied, people craning their necks to get a better view.There sure are a lot of guys here, Jude told me as we pressed our way through the people.Its the way of the world, I told him.You think guys are more interest in this stuff than women?To a certain extent, yeah. Guys tend to be more visual, so stuff like this is about as good as it gets. Plenty of girls are into it too just harder to get them to come out to something like this. I promptly shut up, immediately realizing I sounded a bit too knowledgeable for a shy novice.We finally made our way up to the edge of a roped-off area. There, we watched a man stab eagerly into a woman bent over an elegantly set dining room table. Jude and I studied them for a while, neither of us saying a word. We then moved on to the next couple, a man and woman going at it on an ordinary bed. She wore a shiny leather bustier and hiked-up skirt. After the third couple pressed up against a wall Jude finally spoke.These people arent what I expected.How so? I asked.They just lookordinary.I laughed. Because they are. Whatd you expect, porn star couples coming in off the streets?Well, no. I suspected he was blushing in the darkness.Everyones entitled to do whats sexy to them. And really, when you see how theyre getting into it My gaze drifted to the couple going at it against the wall. Their eye c ontact was so powerful, so acuateyou could totally see how much they aroused each other. I shivered. Yeah, this is all sexy, even if its not airbrushed. This is real. Thats what gives it its edge.He didnt answer but glanced around as though he was reassessing it all. As he did, I studied his profile. He wasnt quite six-foot, but he had a nice upper body and neatly styled, sandy blond hair. He turned toward me, sensing my scrutiny.You know, I said, if youre so concerned about raising the bar around herewell, were pretty attractive.He didnt get it at first. Yeah, I suppose we oh. Oh. His brown eyes went wide.I looked back at the wall couple. Were already here. We could really give these people something to watch.His eyes grew wider still, like they might pop out. II couldnt. I mean. God. Not in front of all these people. And what if someone I know is hereI doubt it. Besides, what are they going to do? If they tell anyone, theyd have to acknowledge that they were here too. I caught h old of his hand. Come on, I know youre interested.Yeah, he admitted. But Ive neverI dont think I couldI tugged him toward one of the stages. You gotta start sometime. Its easy.Jude looked terrified but let me drag him. You act like youve done this before. I thought it was all new.It is.You sure? Maybe you just play innocent and then seduce random men into crazy sexual acts.I scoffed. Thats ridiculous.Wed but ducked under the stages ropes when a mob suddenly swarmed around us. I doubted this had as much to do with us in particular yet as it did the fact that we were a new couple. Ah, variety. The spice of life.Jude still looked terrified, but I didnt have the patience for his hesitancy anymore. The performer in me had clicked on. All those people were waiting and watching, and I had to deliver.One of our props was a chaise bum around covered in white velvet that glowed blue under the lights. White, I decided, probably hid certain stains better than other colors.Come on, I said, p ushing Jude toward the chaise. Lie down.He did, but still looked panicked. Clara Youre already here, I said sharply. What are you going to do? You going to slink off in front of all these people? You didnt strike me as a coward when I first met you.Id become someone else now, someone commanding and terrifying. He shook his head.I climbed onto the chaise with him, straddling his hips with my legs. The lack of energy within me suddenly burn down and ached, and I didnt want to be gentle. Leaning down, I kissed him hard, my teeth lucre his lips as I thrust my tongue into his blab. He let out a small sound of surprise that was lost in the kiss. Meanwhile, my work force were already frantically unfastening the buttons of his shirt. I think I ripped one of them off.Jude lay there limply, still in shock. It didnt matter to me, though, so long as he didnt fight me. And from the feel of him underneath my hips, not all of him was limp.I ran my fingers down his chest, digging my nails into the flesh there. A kindly part of me wondered how hed explain scratch marks to his wife. The rest of me didnt care. Id given Clara a swarthy tank top and gray skirt simple but sexy. I yanked the top off over my head, shaking my hair out afterwards like a golden veil. I contemplated taking off the fateful-market lace bra underneath but decided to leave it on.My mouth moved down from his lips, traveling to his neck and chest, pausing to tease one of his nipples. Then I kept going, down to the edge of his khakis. While there, I undid his belt and unfastened his pants in one swift motion. I pushed them and his underclothing down to his knees, just enough to give me access to the erection underneath. I took it into my mouth, allow its long shaft glide into me, almost to the back of my throat. He gasped, a noise echoed by some of the appreciative spectators.I mat up the early twinges of his life force. It twinkled like starlight, seeping into me. As it did, I got a taste of his thoughts and emotions, as well as his strength and character. When Id gleaned enough of his energy to assess its quality, I almost laughed. This wasnt the first time hed done anything like this with a strange woman. Hed actually done it twice before. He was still shy about it all, but some of his innocence had been faked, a provoke for dominant women like me. Hugh had been right I couldnt always gauge a soul. But, infidelity still didnt sit right with Jude, so he had enough goodness and life force to fill the void that the dream had left inside me.My mouth moved with more urgency, sucking and teasing. He groaned as my lips slid back and forth. His back arched, and I pulled away, fearing this might end right now if I wasnt careful. Climbing off him, I stood up and pulled my skirt off, permit it fall in a crumpled pile on the floor. Jude looked at me with pleading eyes, not proactive yet, but definitely wanting more.An ornate wooden chair stood near the chaise. I moved over to it and knelt on its cushioned seat, pressing my breasts up against its carved slats. I peered back at Jude over my shoulder.Showtime, I said.I expected hesitation or reluctance, but Jude had apparently overcome his initial reticence. Good. I didnt want to feel like I was raping him or anything. He clambered off the chaise and walked over to me. I had pushed his pants to his knees earlier, and now he finished the job, kicking the khakis off. Positioning himself stinker me, he ran his hands along the sides of my hips, letting his fingers slide along the edges of the black panties I still wore.I shifted, pressing my ass up appressed to him. He sighed. You are so sexy.I know, I told him impatiently.He pulled the panties down, letting them rest near my knees. I ground against him even more and mat him push into me, the penetration forceful and deep. Gripping my hips, he began moving in and out, shoving me into the chairs hard back with each thrust. I moaned loudly, but whether it was for his benefit or the crowds, I couldnt say.And speaking of the crowd, I was now literally in a position to look at them, at the faces and eyes all direct toward me. Id shed most of my self-consciousness over the years, and God only knew this wasnt the first time Id had sex in public. Sometimes, I appreciated privacy, but tonight I loved being the center of attention. Maybe it was simply my impulse for more life energy. I would have taken it under any conditions right now. Whatever the cause, I found myself getting turned on by making eye contact with different guys in the audience while Jude continued pumping away at me.As Id noted earlier, eye contact was a powerful thing. It took you away from the realm of superficial lead and moved you into something deeper and more intimate. I favored the guys watching me with a heavy, vitriolic look the look of a woman being fucked within an inch of her life and who wanted nothing more than to do it with them next. It shakeed me to think o f all the men I was arousing, of all of them aching for sex of all of them aching for me.In meeting the gazes of my admirers, I almost forgot that it was Jude who was behind me. It could be any of these men, and their expressions clearly showed that theyd be happy to trade places with him. I looked from face to face, imagining what each man would feel like, how each one would fuck differently. The thrill of it was so arousing that my wandering mind soon fantasized about having more than one at the same time. One in back, one in frontOne of Judes hands gripped my hair and jerked my head back while the other hand still steadied itself on my hip. The rough maneuver pulled me out of my daydreams, but I was so turned on now that I welcomed his aggression. He thrust harder, driving me painfully into the chair, and I hoped it wouldnt fall over. The scent of his life energy coming into me continued building, and I felt his thoughts swarm into me as well. So good, so good, so good.And it was good. The voyeurs around us and him posterior me on my knees had aroused me to dizzying heights. The whole act was dirty and exciting and thrilling.So good, so good, I cried, echoing his thoughts. Dont stop, dont stop, dont oh.Talk about irony.The trick Id used on Bryce or Bruce or whatever his name was had worked here too. Only, I hadnt actually wanted it to end this time. Maybe this was Judes normal style short and sweet and not actually my doing. Regardless, it was done, and I hadnt even come. Damn it.But Id gotten my energy fix, a burst of life and wonder that had exploded into me with his orgasm. transferral or no, hed felt a pang of guilty conscience at the last minute, regret over this continued desire to cheat on his wife. That guilt had been a bonus for me. Sin was subjective, and often, the magnitude of a sin was in the eye of the beholder. Id gotten him to sin which Hell always liked and gave me bonus points for and Id wild his morals, giving me more energy t han I would have stolen if he were completely corrupt. I felt that life reinvigorate my essence, fueling my immortality and ability to shape-shift.He pulled out. I stood up from the chair, catching his hand as he started to stagger. A few people whistled and clapped.Jude wore a look of wonder and exhaustion. I turn over him his pants.Wow, he gasped. That waswow.Yeah, I said with a grin. I know.