Abbie loved being on the bottom. She enjoyed staring up at the man's face as he tried desperately to pleasure her. Sometimes they were decent, but mostly she just played along to give them what they wanted. In the end, it wouldn't matter, seeing as how she'd kill them right after.
Tonight, her victim was a young, blonde haired boy in his mid-twenties. Abbie could tell it had been a while for him. He was breaking out in a sweat and his face had a blank expression, almost as if it took every ounce of concentration for him to not cum. Poor thing, he'd only been in her for about thirty seconds and it was still too much.
"Mmm baby, please don't stop," moaned Abbie. She reached up and caressed the boy's face. Her long red nails scraped across his soft flesh leaving marks. The boy bit his bottom lip and Abbie could feel his body tense. She figured she'd finish him off and squeezed her pussy lips around his cock, trying to milk him. It was more than enough as the boy jerked forward and let loose a stream of cum inside her.
"Oh God Marie!" cried the boy. His body jerked as his orgasm washed over him. Abbie never gave her real name. There were few who earned the right to it.
"Just relax sweetheart. Let it come," said Abbie. She pulled the boy down to her breasts, letting him rest his head on them like pillows. Everything was peaceful, filled with bliss and soothing passion. That was, until Abbie sank her razor sharp claws into the boy's back, ripping at his flesh.
"What the fuck!?" Shouted the boy. He jerked up, trying to pull away from Abbie, but it was no use. She had her legs tightly wrapped around his waist, his cock still within her. There was no way he was getting out of her alive.
"Sorry darling. I'm just doing my job," she dug her nails deep into the boy, tearing at the muscles, scraping along his nerves. Despite this gruesome pain, there was something else the boy noticed that was making him even weaker. It was like all his energy was being sucked right out of him. That, along with Abbie playing doctor on his back, caused him to finally embrace his eternal slumber as his eyes rolled back.
Abbie smirked as she kicked him off her. He fell to the floor, lifeless, like a rag-doll. "God, I hope next time Tyrius sends me out on an assignment, the guy lasts longer than one minute," said Abbie as she got dressed. She slid on her purple satin thong along with matching bra, stepped into her red dress that came an inch above her knees and stepped into her candy apple red stilettos. Walking over to the boy's mirror, she adjusted he hair and reapplied lipstick. She took a moment to admire how damn sexy she looked before she walked out the door, leaving the boy naked, dead and alone.
Outside on the streets, Abbie stood at a phone booth and put in the numbers.
"Who's callin' this number?" came a deep voice on the other end.
"Tyrius, its Abbie. I took care of that job. You got anything else for me today or can I go home?" Abbie waited for a response. She'd been working all night, walking the streets for money. You'd think for a succubus this line of work should be easy, but not when you were forced to sleep with filth.
"Yeah, go home kid. I'll call you when I need another person... taken care of," with that Abbie hung up the phone before Tyrius could change his mind.
It was nine in the morning. After a few hours of sleep Abbie was looking forward to the entire day free. Maybe she'd visit her sister and nephew. It had been a while since she'd seen them. Her sister, Rosa, knew all too well the kind of work Abbie did. Abbie often suggested they should team up. They'd make a killing working together. Rosa, being a witch and not a succubus, was fully capable of taking care of herself, but the whole pregnancy thing was still an issue with her.
Abbie arrived at her sister's place thirty minutes later, holding a pizza. Rosa opened the door. She was a mid-30-sih lookin' woman, same age as Abbie, with long brunette hair and emerald green eyes.
"Oh good you brought food!" said Rosa as she took the box from Abbie and let her inside. Her nephew, Tony, was sitting on the couch watching old episodes of the Flintstones... for whatever reason. "Tony, come here and say hello to your aunt," said Rosa.
Tony was eighteen, so, naturally he had long hair and dressed like shit. He had a Bomber Man 64 t-shirt on with a small stain at the hem, which Abbie assumed was cum from his long nights of jacking off to XNXX videos.
