Chapter 11: Happily Ever After
Bernie may have signed a contract that would make me and the Incubus and Succubus community a fortune, but the man was the most dangerous sort of human we face. He is bigoted, self-righteous hypocritical and convinced God is on his side. He is the same sort of person who burned us at the stake in the inquisition and persecuted people like Malcolm during the Jim Crow years. Our work had made the man rich so I had no problem with taking him down. The fact that he was going to our Gentleman's clubs on expense account or our nickel then donating whatever he -- well stole is the right word -- from his company to hate groups was the last straw.
It was actually rather easy to take Bernie down. His company did random audits of expenses. It was easy to arrange for Bernie's expense to our clubs to randomly appear on an auditors desk. The charges came through with DB Enterprises, Inc., the DG standing for Don Giovanni, the great rake. Our phone numbers also appeared with the charge. I heard about the call from the auditor.
Manager: "Hello Sophisticated Ladies"
Auditor: "You mean Sophisticated Ladies the club by the Galleria?"
Manager: "There's only one, finest Gentleman's Club and best looking women on the planet. How can I help you?"
The auditor hung up at that point.
The next step was also easy and one we had done many times before. We simply brought a succubus in to work with Bernie's company. She poured on the pheromones whenever Bernie was in the room and almost instantly Bernie was making all sorts of rude comments about the women around him. He made cracks about their breasts, their ass, how fine they would be in bed and became a poster child for sexual harassment. Within a week security camera caught him trying to force himself on our succubus plant. She kneed him in the balls and he was marched out of the office that day in handcuffs for attempted sexual assault.
Bye, Bye Bernie.
A more difficult issue was how I would deal with my wife. I was sitting in my office smoking a cigar when she got back from her trip. She bounced into my office.
"I thought I'd find you here" she said kissing me hello. "How was business this weekend?"
"Well I made a fortune and found out Bernie is a complete shit." I said. How about you?"
"Got eliminated in the first round. Not a surprise, then went out and partied with the girls."
We exchanged the typical husband wife small talk for a awhile and I tried to figure out how to raise the issue of my love for her and my need to feed.
"Listen we need to clean up some, Melisa is coming for dinner."she announced.
"So much for a heart to heart tonight. And this will be a problem." I thought. Melissa was a small very shapely brunette with an incredible body and very pretty face. I had been drawn to her from before I knew I was not human but an incubus. Now, I was not sure I could resist the urge to feed.
"You look worried. It is just Melisa and a simple dinner" my wife said giving me a wicked smile.
I showered and changed into jeans and a decent shirt and put some steaks o the grill. My wife came down with one of her more tempting outfits on. She wore a short denim skirt and a red blouse that highlighted her now very firm and perky breasts. The red high heels showed of her wonderful legs.
"Thought you said this was casual. "I said.
"Well casual and tempting too." She smiled. "And there's the door. Must be Melisa."
She hurried off before I could ask her to switch to pants. The hunger grew as I watched her ass sway out of the kitchen.
It looked like Melisa had gotten to word on temptation as well. She wore a stiletto leather skirt with thigh his matching leather boots and mesh stockings underneath. She wore a white blouse and a tie, a look I find very sexy. Her long dark hair was up in a bun.
"I cannot feed in front of my wife!" I thought. Nevertheless the pheromones poured off me. It was a spontaneous reaction to two women I find very desirable.
Dinner turned into an exercise in cock teasing me as I fought the desire to take both women right there on the dining room table.
We moved to the pool room / man cave for an after dinner drink.
