Succubus Dreams CHAPTER 10

When I came home from Seths the next daytime, on that point was other n single stuck to my door reminding me ab come to the fore the package. I plucked it mutilate and went inside, move to stupefy Vincent there again. Id figured his angel line would be property him busy elsewhere.Hows it each going? I asked. I rummaged through my cupboards, feel for food. Id skipped breakfast. I mean, if you gouge tell me without having to kill me.He sat at my kitchen table, leafing through newspapers. Ah, well, compose cant give you details, of course, exclusively I can say thatum, well, progress isnt being do as readily as wed desire. Theres leftover lasagna in the refrigerator if you want it.I undefended the refrigerator door. Sure enough. Wow. Did one of the angels conjure this up for you?Only if you cerebrate Yasmines cooking a type of conjuring.I uncovered the casserole dish. It looked great. There king be magic afoot after all. I put a piece in the microwave and set the tim er.Sitting down across from him, I peered at the spread out newspapers and remembered finding them left out the other day. You sure like your news.He grimaced. Most of its depressing.Glancing at the headlines, I had to agree with him. Murder. Corruption. Theft.You hear closely the cop shooting the other day? I asked. That one was really depressing.Vincent turned his attention aside from a story or so domestic abuse. none what happened?This cop was outside a appliance store and claims slightlyone was inside shooting his partner. So, he ran in, gun in hand, and started shooting. He ended up killing his partner himself.Vincent frowned. Huh. I hadnt comprehend that one, he murmured. From the distracted look in his look, his mind had understandably latched onto something I wasnt privy to.I gave him a sidelong glance. That mean anything to you? Maybe to this military commission from God youre on?His loose smile returned. Youre good but not that good. You slam I cant say anyth ing.The microwave dinged, and I retrieved my food. As I stabbed a piece of cheesy pasta, I recalled what hed said about Yasmines cooking. My remainder got the better of me. As it often did.Vince I began slowly, carefully asserting my eyeball on my food. I know its none of my seamHe laughed. I al panaches bed it when people introduce topics like that and then go ahead and dive in anyway.Blushing, I shut my mouth.No, no, he said, clearly entertained. Go ahead. What were you going to say?Iwell, zero really. Its mediocre, I mean, it doesnt division to mebut I undecomposed sort of noticed that you and Yasmine seem, um, close.His levity faded. I quickly looked up and met his eyes apolo stayically.Im sorry, I blurted out. Forget I said anything.Noits, I dont know. He folded up the newspaper, staring at it without really sightedness it. Yeah, I guess. Ive known her for a long time, and after a while, its easy towell, shes easy to like.Yeah, she is.A few pregnant mo ments passed. When he spoke again, I heard affection in his voice. I first met her at this unobjectionable in Akron, of all placesabout, oh, fifteen eld ago. non sure what she was doing there you never do with them but I found her walking extraneous from a concession stand. She had this giant tower of cotton fiber candy. I swear, it was taller than she was. And, since I could tell she was an angel, it made the situation that much to a greater extent absurd.The story made me smile too. It also shed light on wherefore he was here with the A-Team. I could tell she was an angel. He was another gifted human, like Erik and Dante, who could sense the immortal world. And you went and talked to her?I hadnt planned to, but then the cotton candy started to fall over, so I went to help her and ended up eating half of it myself.Thats sweet, I said. Er, no pun intended. It didnt matter that in the last few months, Id fucked one guy in an office chair, utilise a leather whip on another, and gone down o n another in the bandaging room of a seedy club. I still get byd romantic stories.She started asking for my help after that, off and on, once she realized what I could do. It was supposed to besides be thatnothing more than her, you know, professional cases. yet after a while, we couldnt help it. Were unneurotic all the time now.I swallowed another piece of lasagna. It was divine. Seriously. Do any of the other angels know?Yeah, right. Joel barely tolerates me nowBut obviously, you guys arent, um, you cant be No, but it doesnt matter. It doesnt receive to be physical. Really, its ironic. Angels are creatures of love. Theyre supposed to love everyone. Theyre just not supposed to love one person so much more than another.Thats stupid, I stated adamantly.To you, maybe. And to me, I suppose. But to herwell, she devotes her entire existence to the improvement of a power and cause bigger than all of us. To be so in love with something or someone else is distracting. You cant ser ve two get the hang without eventually betraying one.I looked down again, turning over his words. And yet you guys still stay together. Sort of.He shrugged. In as much as we can. Maybe I should move on with my life, but, honestly, theres no one else I want to be with. I accept what she is. Its why I love her. Id rather be with her in a limited capametropolis than none at all.Goosebumps rose on the back of my neck. Hed just stated a variant of what Seth used to tell me all the time, back when I would continually urge him to leave me and find someone else. Id accepted his extract by now and honestly couldnt imagine not having him in my life. But still. Sometimes I didnt entirely get how he could be authorize with everything between us hearing another person support such(prenominal) a choice was refreshing.As though reading my mind, Vincent gently asked, Am I hitting too close to home? Carter mentioned a comradeNo. Yes. I dont know. He Seth, my boyfriend says the same thing as yo u. That if it cant be any other waywell, then this is the way he wants it.Exactly. And thus, life goes on. Vincent started gathering up the newspapers. I tell you though, I envisage your side and hers are both so fucked up, its not even funny. why the rules? Why does a succubus always have to take away someones life when shes with them? Why cant you have the choice? And why cant Yasmine make love? Why cant she be in love?Good question. I dont be harpve Vincent really expected an answer, but I had to give one anyway.Because thats the way it is. The way the system works. The way its always worked.The system is fucked-up, he said.I thought about it and nodded. No arguments.Smiling, he reached for his coat and slipped it on. Youre okay for a succubus.Vincent left, off to do whatever it was one did with a posse of angels. I almost envied him because I had something to do that I wasnt looking forward to at all. It was another necessary evil.I had to get tawny a job. subsequently that de bacle of a spring lesson, Id told her Id help. I might not be able to do much about my mysterious energy liberation or angelic romances, but I sure as stone could do something to expedite Niphons departure.I drove down to Seatac, a city that owes its entire existence to the Seattle-Tacoma International Airport. Its more of a shadow, really, spreading just about the airport in a blanket of long-term parking a good deal and cheap hotels. It also has a couple of strip clubs because really, what else are distant businessmen supposed to do in their downtime?It was late afternoon, so business was slow when I stepped inside Low Blow. A few bored-looking men sat scattered throughout the place, which was dingy and in consider of some serious redecorating. Or, well, any decorating. A couple of the guys glanced up with interest as I walked through. Apparently, I held more appeal than the poor brunette attempt her damnedest to fuck a pole in time to the dulcet sounds of go Floyds Youn g Lust.I opened my mouth to speak to the bartender, but a voice behind me interrupted.Holyshit. I dont believe it. I dont eff believe it.I turned and looked into the long, narrow face of Simon Chesterfield, the proud owner of this dive. Between his face and lanky body, he always reminded me of a weasel. His sullen mustache never quite seemed able to grow in completely, and he dressed in brand name c laphes that were always one size too small. He was chummy with the local Hellish players, and recital had it he was in line to be an imp, eventually selling his intellect for immortality and the chance to be a diabolical salesman.You in the end come to bounce for me, doll?You wish.For a sleazy guy who ran a sleazy establishment, Simon in reality had a legitimate appreciation for leap. Id once seen him trying to choreograph his strippers and had been strike by his sense of aesthetics and rhythm. His employees hadnt really caught on. Such talents were strain of reasonless here, and I used to wonder why he didnt take his business to one of the more affluent suburbs where he could get a high caliber of dancers. The reason he stayed, Id later learned, was that this was a better locus for all sorts of other shady business he conducted.Still, Simon had a crafty eye and knew what a good dancer I was. Hed been on me for years to come work for him.We need to talk, I explained. Business.Its what I do. With a move gesture, he pointed to a doorway beside the bar. Lets go to my office then.His office was barely a broom closet, but it had a stool for me to sit on. Resting my heels on a mid-level bar, I brought my knees up to my chest. It made my gray linen besiege swoop up a bit. Simon watched with an interest that was more professional than personal.Fuck, woman. You come dance for me, and I could make a killing. He shook his head and collapsed into a rolling faux leather chair. A succubus on my stage. Fuck.I tilted my head to the side. Its funny you mention that because thats kind of why Im here.I think my innocent tone set his alarms off. He eyed me suspiciously. I thought you said you didnt want a job.Not me. We just got a new succubus, and shes looking for a gig. Didnt you hear?No He frowned. And she wants to dance? Here?Yep, I said glibly. She cant wait to take her c circumstanceshes off. Wasnt that the truth.Simon leaned back in the chair and put his feet on the desk. Casual pose or not, he was still on guard. Whats the insure?Why does there have to be a catch? You should be excited about this. Were doing you a favor.Youre offering to drop a succubus into my lap. That sounds too good to be true, so it is too good to be true. He paused, still thinking. And why are you here instead of her?Im altruistic.Georgina, he said warningly.Okay, I admitted. Shes kind ofnew.How new?Really new. Still under warranty.Theres still a catch here somewhere.Wellshes I spun through my mental rolodex of adjectives. Inept.He increase one narrow eyebrow. In ept?Shes still learning how to get men. Since Simon belike wanted sexy women working for him, I figured it wasnt worth mentioning that chromatic wasnt so much learning as she was still trying to find her way to class. And shes a, um, bad dancer.How bad?Bad.Can you be a weensy more specific on what level of bad were dealing with? reckon Gigli?Jesus. So, why do you think Id want to take on a shitty dancer?Simon, I exclaimed. All your dancers are shitty.Not all of them, he said. And its not like Im trying to get more. We have standards.I gave him a pointed look.Alright, alright. He ran a hand through his gelled black hair. What do I get in return?Now I was the outraged one. What do you mean? Youre getting a succubus dancer. What else do you need?Im getting a succubus charity case. Im the one doing you a favor. His eyes were shrewd. Yeah. Hed make a good imp someday. He was this close to recess out a contract. I want you. Dance for me two nights this week.No.One night.Simon, there i s nothing in this world thats going to get me to dance here, not even a succubus charity case. dissolve something else.Okay, fine. He pondered. You. I want you.Hey, I just told you No, no. Not as a dancer. As in right now. On the desk.I sighed. That kind of want.Look, if Ive gotta hire a bad succubus, I might as well fuck a good one.Interesting logic. Arent you worried about your soul?He looked at me like he couldnt believe Id had the assurance to ask such a thing. It was similar to the look Id given him when he said Low Blow had standards.Noted. I stood up. But not this body. plectron another shape.Simon snorted. You think Im interested in a pinup girl get across with an Ann Taylor model? Fuck that. I want a sixteen-year-old version of liza Minnelli. In a school girls uniform.I stared. I have no idea what that would look like.He started undoing his pants. Youre a smart girl. meet it out.Sighing again, I shape-shifted, taking on a small body with a black pixie haircut. Baby sm ooth skin. Green plaid skirt with matching vest. Simon grunted his approval.Turning, I rested my hands on the desk and bent over, scoke my ass out toward him. I hoped it would be over soon. If I could just get the weasel comparison out of my head, this would probably be a lot easier.I felt his hands slide along my legs as he pushed the skirt up. Suddenly, he froze.A thong? Are you insane, woman?Youre a sick bastard, I told him. The thong changed to white cotton panties.Dont I know it.He pushed the panties down and thrust forward. Well, I guess it was a thrust. Simon wasnt that well-endowed. I was on the verge of saying something like, Are you there yet? Alas, the Tawny situation was too dire. I couldnt risk Simon changing his mind about her for the sake of a joke, no matter how funny.But, whatever Simon lacked in size, he made up for in enthusiasm. He gripped my hips, nails digging into my bare cast as he pounded away. I had to keep a fierce apply on the desk. Eventually, seeking variety, Simon flipped me over to my back. He unfastened my blouse and bra, exposing small, perky breasts that had just blossomed into womanhood. Eyes on them and not my face, he grabbed my legs and spread them so that my ankles practically rested on his shoulders.He returned to the task at hand, and when he finally came, I have to admit I welcomed the energy burst. It wasnt a lot the guy practically worked for Hell already but I involve it. Simon pulled out of me, and I sat up, mildly sated from an energy standpoint, if not a physical one. I honestly hadnt done much but lie there the whole time, but he regarded me as though wed just gone through the entire Kama Sutra.Definitely worth putting up with an inept succubus, he said happily, pulling his pants back up.I wanted to say that he might want to withhold view until he actually met Tawny, but instead, I just smiled. I knew when to keep my control switch on.