The following story is a stand-alone tale that takes place in a world where Succubi, demons who harvest the semen of men for sustenance, are integrated into everyday life. To learn more about this world, I encourage you to read more stories in my "Succubus World" series. Each story is a discrete look into the world, so start anywhere that catches your fancy. Thank you for reading, please enjoy "The Succubus Café"!
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I spent far too long waiting in my car at the entrance to Fellatia's Café trying to build up the courage to walk through that threshold and finally begin my first day of work.
It wasn't that the managers were terrible. On the contrary, Theryllian was honestly quite helpful and vibrant during my interview, and the subsequent training sessions were pleasurable experiences as well. I also had the opportunity to meet some of the other men working as servers in the restaurant, who were more than welcoming to a newcomer. "New-comers like you are always welcome by the staff here, it takes a real load or two off their backs," Martin, the senior waitstaff manager, had told me. He smiled when he said it, as if to punctuate just how clever he was with the use of the word "load" and his subtle spacing between the words "new" and "comer".
It wasn't that I was unused to seeing Succubi, either. My high school, from which I had recently graduated, was fully integrated. Some of the top students in my graduating class were Succubi, and my Succubus friend Simonne had managed to secure the class's Vice President position by campaigning on better health-and-wellness programs for Succubi. I had grown up with Succubi on tv, first as the subject of documentary series detailing the rise of their species in our society, then later as entertainment icons in various Succubus-led network programs.
It wasn't any of this that kept me in my car. There was immense pressure being one of the servants at Fellatia's. It was a classy establishment, not quite high-end and fancy, but definitely well-respected and well-reviewed. The place had been visited by many prominent Succubi leaders in the community, including a few worldwide Succubus celebrities, whose pictures were hung up along the wall. I had done basic customer service work before, including stints at multiple chain fast food places as both a cashier and line cook.
But this was different.
At Fellatia's, the servers are the meal.
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Fellatia's café was founded nearly ten years ago, by owner and proprietor Fellatia. She was of the first generation of Succubi to graduate from school alongside humans, a massive step forward for Succubus-Human relations in our society. She envisioned spaces in our world where Succubi were allowed to gather and enjoy the lifestyles Humans did as our cultures grew more intertwined. The idea of a café hang-out spot for Succubi started as a mere idea in her mind, but grew into a wonderful establishment where Succubi can enjoy time with each other, and with a meal to boot.
While Succubi could eat and drink Human food, it could not nourish them. Some do it for socialization, since Succubus taste buds don't really have the ability to taste most of the flavors we as Humans found pleasurable. They did, however, love a formal setting. Succubi love getting fancy and meeting with their friends and colleagues, and Fellatia's was one of the first places in our town to give them a space to do so casually. After a few months of running, Fellatia figured she might as well also give those ladies a place to nourish their bodies as well as their social batteries.
Fellatia started hiring servant boys, at first just a couple. But the café began to grow, and was often bustling during the prime-time hours, and her crew of men had grown to at least a dozen. These servants had a difficult responsibility, and that was to serve and be served to the Succubi that visited.
"At Fellatia's, your meal serves itself to you!" was the slogan pasted at the end of tv ads. Certain family-advocacy groups would rally against the airing of some of the racier commercials, featuring shots of Succubi drinking mugs filled with espresso and semen and winking at the camera as a dazed and very happy servant boy stood awkwardly behind them. But the ads were effective, and helped grow the brand into the community powerhouse it was today.
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I finally gathered the courage to leave my car. It was noon, just thirty minutes before the start of my shift. Martin told me to come by a little early, so we could talk a bit before I began service. The idea of a pep-talk became more welcome as I pushed my way through the glass double-doors to the café.
Fellatia's was buzzing with energy, both socially and hormonally. Anyone who had spent any small amount of time near a Succubus knew about their aphrodisiac effect, which permeated the air around them and could cause arousal and even sudden orgasm to those not prepared to experience it. Human boys and Succubus girls in integrated schools spend time at the start of the school year simply understanding how to spend time in the same room as each other without losing control. It was lessons like these that allowed for our society to become so harmonious so quickly. Fellatia's at lunchtime, though, was something else entirely.
I felt a wave crash into me, like the atmospheric pressure in the room was totally different from outside. My heart began to beat faster, the muscles in my thighs started to twitch, and the sweet aroma of dozens of Succubi mixed together and created a fragrant Viagra that sent shivers down my spine. My knees became weak, but luckily Martin was right past the entrance expecting me. He caught me quickly, and helped me stay aloft as he started to bring me towards the back of the house.
I walked, or rather WAS walked, through the main dining room where Succubi of all types sat enjoying themselves. Skin tones ranging from pastel red to deep green created a sea of rainbows stretching out from the entrance to the far corners of the room. Succubi of four feet tall were dining with ones of nearly seven. Each table had its own fashion sense, with some Succubi dressed in business attire, complete with suit-coats and stockings with garter belts, and some were dressed for comfort in tight-fitting jeans and sweaters unable to hide the voluptuous curves within. The mental fight I had to undertake to get through the sea of women was difficult, but Martin helped me through.
He took me into the back, through rows of dishware ready to be sent out to diners, and into a small office near the end of the hall. In the room, the Succubus essence was still present, but muted. After a minute, I could feel the initial shock wearing away, and my sense began to return. The dizziness had disappeared, and Martin started to laugh.
"It's tough for most guys walking in here during the lunch rush, so I thought you could hang out here for a minute to get accustomed to it all."
Finally my bearings were back, and I felt just like myself again. "Sorry about that," I said. "I thought I was used to the aphrodisiac, but that was something else. I never had problems like that in school."
Martin nodded and handed me a towel to wipe some of the sweat from my forehead. "Things are a little different here than at school. Even in integrated classrooms, Succubi don't nearly gather as densely as they do here. 50 Succubi in one dining room have enough aphrodisiac to send inexperienced guys into orgasmic shock, if they aren't careful. That's why we only hire guys with experience around Succubi. Studs like you." he said, pointing finger guns in my direction.
Martin was a really good guy, and I could tell he would ease me through my first day with a soft touch. On the contrary, however, I noticed that my little foray through the dining room had left me with something less-than-soft in my pants. I tried nervously to cover it up, but Martin assured me that it was fine.
"Don't even worry about that," he said, opening his legs and pointing to his thigh. His own dick was angled into his right pantleg, straining against the fabric. "I'm hard pretty much from when I show up to when I leave. It's a good thing for our line of work, you'll appreciate being able to get aroused so easily once you start serving tables."
It still messed with my brain how open someone could be about something so private here at work. But it did make a bit of sense, in a place like this. Sexuality was so intrinsically a part of Succubus society, and acceptance of that was the biggest hurdle to overcome once they started mingling with Humans.
"Sorry, just anxious about my first day, is all," I said.
"And I totally get that," Martin said, offering up a bottle of water. He really seemed to know exactly what I was going through and what I needed at each moment. "You did really well in training, you made it through some of the harder tests with style. But actually being here is something else entirely."
He was right. The training I went through with Theryllian was tough, but manageable. As the front-of-house manager, she put the servant boys through the ringer before they had the chance to serve actual customers. Aphrodisiac accustomization was the easiest part for me, having already been around Succubi my whole life growing up. She spent time finding out our "pleasure-points", as she called them, pressing two fingers into different spots on our body to find the places that aroused us most. She even ended the last training session with a "complementary handjob", though I suspected that was just another test to ensure a quick refractory period. "You'll be serving a dozen customers a day, and we can't having you going soft on them," she said, while I sat in the afterglow of her touch.
"It's a tough thing," Martin said, "being responsible for the happiness of all those girls out there. But we selected you for a reason. We saw a drive in you, not just to get your rocks off, but to serve Succubi. Do you feel the same way about yourself?"
I thought back to my friends at school, and in my mind I saw both Humans and Succubi. We all shared in the many important moments of our lives, from the dread of test day to the ecstasy of the prom. And I realized that there was no distinction between them at all, we were all of a kind, the same. we were just people.
"I do," I said, and perked up in my chair.
Martin smiled. His pep talk had done the job it needed to. "Good on ya, champ. Listen, there's still a bit of time before your shift starts. You can hang out in here for a bit, but you should go put your apron on. Get yourself ready to serve, right?"
I nodded and thanked him. I left the room and walked further into the back of the café to the employee lockers, and grabbed my apron from my stash. The apron was a deep blue, the same color as Fellatia herself, with the logo of the restaurant on the front over the heart. The logo was a simple white cup of coffee, and the steam rising from the top formed the shape of a succubus tail making the shape of a heart, with the iconic arrowhead end of the tail making one more loop around itself.
My apron had a button attached to it which said "I'm New!" in a pastel pink font. Theryllian told me they make new employees wear those buttons for the first two weeks or so. "Some Succubi," she had said, "and especially some of the higher-class customers, only want experienced servers for their meals. Some of us actually prefer a virgin, though." She winked when she had said it, and I could feel my balls twitch.
I returned to the office to find both Martin and Theryllian poring over some binder full of expense reports. They turned around and smiled when they saw me in my full uniform.
