Part 2 to the "Tales from Hell's Pub Trilogy"
Breaking the Rules
It was exactly 2 A.M when Ashley had returned from her shift. She had been on double shift since her fellow employee Rose had decided to claim a permanent victim, and while she was a demonic being that craved nothing but intercourse, she had started to see things differently. Rose was only using some poor soul for her own selfish desires, while she was giving men and women that were most likely hopeless romantics what they wanted.
It made her feel somewhat sick, but then again, she was the newest employee of the "fuck anybody for no reason except self-pleasure" business, and as she walked past Cosman at the front desk, she felt a somewhat dirty feeling come over her. She could still feel the excrement seeping from her pussy into her thin-laced panties as she turned the door knob and walked into her room, closing the door behind her.
Slipping off her leather jacket and manifesting back into her demonic form, she walked over to her lit mirror and stared at her natural form in the reflection of the glass. Her dark red skin, blue neon eyes, blonde hair, and flawless form made her feel sick to her stomach, quickly undressing herself yet again and stepping into the shower she had in the back part of her personal room. She turned the water to hot, folding up her massive wings to fit, and quickly took the shower head to her vagina.
She felt relief as the water washed away all of the body liquids she had taken from some dinky mid-twenties male that couldn't even defend himself against anything she did. Just like the rest of her fellow succubi, she too used the essence spell to manipulate the minds of her victims. This had only been her third time doing this ungrateful action, but there was really nothing she could do about it.
This was who she was, and she couldn't deny the reason for her existence. Ashley had even consulted with her fellow kind after her first time, due to the experience being very uncomfortable and wrong in her eyes. The other girls, especially Rose, had assured her that she'd get more used to it with each experience, but the discomfort and wrongness had only gotten worse, and that night had been a double shift; a man and woman.
Women didn't really unease her as much, seeing female victims weren't as distasteful to Ashley. That had made her question if she may have been a lesbian, but she didn't dare to even consult that with Balmon. It was simply against a succubus's nature to favor only one gender over another. As Ashley continued to wash herself free of the body liquids, she allowed the steam of the shower to calm her nerves to a docile manner.
It seemed effective, as she took to bathing herself further of the sweat and clear smell of intercourse that lingered amongst the fumes of the shower. A quick dab of her lavender-scented shampoo quickly killed it, rubbing it through her long blonde hair that extended clear to the midpoint of her spine. She carefully washed every inch of it, along with the rest of her body and wings.
Ten minutes later, she stepped out of the steamy wide walk-in shower and dried her body slowly and carefully, not wanting the sharp points of her wings to rip and tear the towel to shreds of cloth. There was no point in doing her hair, seeing she was done for the night. The only thing she wanted most then was sleep and nothing else.
That's exactly what she did, not even bothering on dressing her body with any makeshift pajamas that she didn't have. Ashley honestly had no idea how the other girls managed to sleep in their lingerie. It was heavily uncomfortable and one try was enough for her to resort to slumbering naked. Her body heat coincided with the sheets and mattress, and with one turn to her side, as much as turning out her bedside lamp, she drifted off into a long sleep.
The lingering smell of cigarette smoke was what woke her up the next morning, lifting the sheets to her bare body in full nude. This was nothing new. The majority of the girls smoked, and was normally what awoke her every day. Ashley quickly slipped on some outfit that made her look like a prostitute looking for a good time, fixed her hair to where she looked even more fuckable, and finally stepped out of her room, out into the lobby where three others were conversing.
As suspected, each had a lit cigarette cupped between their index and middle fingers, the poisonous fumes rising to the stained ceiling. The girls were the main three Ashley conversed with in her spare time, so that brought a smile to her face at the least. Upon the loud clanking of her high heels reverberating throughout the room, all three turned to face her.
The middle one was Rose, still dressed in the same lingerie she had left in the day prior. From the look on her face, she had had another good night of destroying her permanent's psyche, most likely questioning where the hell he was for the fifteenth time. Ashley had been shocked that the mortal hadn't resorted to suicide yet. He must've been very desperate for Rose's return each night if they hadn't gone insane by night fifteen. Rose apparently had chosen right if this mortal was the one who actually wanted her back each night.
Ashley personally had no comment.
To her left was Rina. A somewhat newbie to the occupation as well, but enjoyed it nonetheless. She was taller than most of the other succubi with much wider wings and a much more aggressive style of dealing with her victims. She had curly red hair and green neon eyes like Rose. It was no wonder those two got along like sisters.
The last one was Star, and she was the one that Ashley disliked the most. She was very snobby and upstuck than the rest of. She was the equivalent of a goth and egotist, mixed together in a recipe for disaster. Star had pitch-black hair and was more flat-chested than Rose or Rina. The only thing unique about the bitchy demon was the fact that she had a unique eye color of violet, which was a heavily uncommon eye color and was even said to naturally mesmerize a mortal. She didn't even need to use her essence spell.
She hmphed away from Ashley as she walked into the room, while the other two greeted her like she was a sister to them.
"Morning, Ash," Rose said nicely.
Ashley didn't mind the nickname. It was given to her almost immediately when she first joined the occupation.
"Good morning, Rose," Ashley greeted back. "Morning to you too, Rina."
Rina just smiled. She wasn't a very talkative type, and mainly saved her voice for her sessions out and about in the city of desperados looking for pleasure.
"Did you wimp out again?" Star questioned with authority.
That offended Ashley just a little, but she was used to this bitch giving her unnecessary criticism on her struggles in her new occupation.
"No," Ashley shot back. "I actually pulled a double shift."
Letting the fumes out of her mouth and nostrils, Rose smiled at the fortunate news.
"Not so bad once you get used to it, is it?" Rose stated with confidence.
Ashley wondered if she should've lied to avoid Star giving her any unnecessary rants over her insecurities. She decided to keep the conversation true. If she hesitated any further, she knew Star would catch onto the real truth.
"Well, I can't say I enjoyed both shifts," she started simply.
"Oh my satan, what the fuck did your little pussy not find amusing this time?!" Star accused with mild anger.
Ashley rolled her eyes at the bitch, not allowing her to get to her. Even Rose objected in her defense.
"Star! Enough!"
