The waitress smiles again, seemingly unfazed by my lack of response. Anal sex “What happened to your friend?” I ask. We turn a corner, and enter a room. It’s Angela.”
“I want to share my power with her, to make her into something more, something greater. Enjoy the rest of your life, what little is left of it, that is,” she adds. The succubus’s eyes seem to gleam with a knowing light, as if she can see right through me. As she moves, the dim spotlight catches the curves of her body, casting a warm glow over her skin. “Why me?” I ask, as I try to process the succubus’s words. “They are merely puppets,” she says. I want her to be my equal, my partner.”
The succubus’s frown deepens, her lips curling downward in a gesture of disappointment. Like me, these kinds of clubs are a dying breed. As I approach the turn off, my eyes are assaulted by the bright lights of the club and I turn into the well lit parking lot.
