Author's Note: This is the introductory chapter to a sequel story to A Succubus Awakens, so please read that series first if you haven't already. This story contains themes of corruption, non-consent, mind control, and erotic horror. As always I'm happy for any feedback you'd like to leave.
Cool air drifted up from the plastic bag and wafted against the knuckles of Jason's right hand as he marched down the pristine hallway. Light beer, and the most expensive bottle of wine he could afford. Hopefully it was fancy enough to pass muster. He reached out with his free hand and slapped a frond of one of the plants that lined the hall as he passed, counting down until the gold embossed numbers read 714. Before knocking, he whipped out his phone and checked his appearance. Freshly trimmed goatee, pressed shorts and a brand new dress shirt. Teal. Laura liked teal on him. Apparently it was his color.
Dating Laura was like winning the jackpot. The perfect combination of smart, sexy, and rich. Unfortunately, she was also ambitious as hell. Everything she did was a calculated move to further some end goal. Jason was an athlete. He knew how to give a hundred and ten percent, but when he stepped off the field he could turn it off and relax. Live a little. Not Laura though. Life was her field, and she always played to win. Despite that though, she'd chosen him. A jock from a mediocre school. A towel runner at her father's country club. She obviously loved him, but if she didn't approve of something he did, if he wasn't fashionable or witty enough, if a hair was out of place, she never hesitated to let him know. Oh well, it came with the territory. At least the sex was good. Jason cleared his throat and knocked on the door as confidently as he could.
When the door swung open, however, it wasn't Laura that greeted him, but a short, blonde woman. Her shirt was unbuttoned low enough to reveal the top of her perfectly rounded breasts, and transparent enough to make out the black pushup bra cupping them. She leaned against the frame and cocked her hips. The pose lifted her shirt enough to expose the tantalizing curve of her abdomen trailing down into low-rise jeans that hugged her slender thighs. This girl was unreal. Like a photoshopped picture of a model, airbrushed and filtered until every shadow, every angle was perfect. An idol of impossible beauty that no woman could live up to. Yet here she was, standing in the doorway of his fiancée's apartment.
The model looked him up and down in a way that made him shiver. God damn she was cute. Her eyes were enormous. So dark they were nearly black, and sharp enough to cut right through him. Jason wasn't sure he'd ever seen anyone
this
beautiful. Her lips curved into a playful smile and arousal stirred to life within him. Jason shifted his legs a little to hide the growing evidence. When he opened his mouth to speak, only a dry gasp escaped.
He cleared his throat and tried again, "I- I think I have the wrong apartment?"
Stupid thing to say. It was obviously Laura's room. The model snickered and turned, disappearing inside.
"Laura's getting ready, come on in." Her voice called back from the shadows like a siren song.
Jason found himself following her inside without thinking. He shut the door, and stood for a moment, blinking as his eyes adjusted to the darkness. The apartment was like a showroom. Meticulously arranged as always, not a hair out of place. The curtains were drawn, and the firelight gave everything an eerie orange glow. He'd been here a million times, but now it felt like uncharted territory. The mysterious woman sat lounging on the couch like a queen, watching him. Her eyes followed as he moved to the counter and set the drinks down.
"Bring me a beer?" His skin tingled as her voice washed over him.
"Uh, sure."
Jason grabbed two bottles, strutted with forced confidence until he stood over her. He began to lower one of the beers toward his crotch before realizing he wasn't wearing his usual belt with the buckle that doubled as a bottle opener. Laura said it was tacky. The model raised one eyebrow. He forced an awkward laugh and explained, "Forgot I don't have an opener."
In an effort to save face he shrugged dramatically, and brought the bottles together, hooking a finger around the rim and prying the cap off one with the other. A neat trick he'd learned a while back. He offered the beer to the woman who took it with a snort. Not impressed then. He returned to the kitchen and used an opener for his own drink.
"So, uh. Who are you?"
"Gwen. Laura's roommate. I've heard a lot about you, Jason." The way she lingered on his name caused a fluttering heat to race through him. He reached for something to say.
"All good, I hope."
A lame joke he'd heard a thousand times from members at the country club. Why was he so nervous? Why did he care so much what this woman thought of him?
"Very good." She said with a wink. "And Laura can be hard to please."
"That's the truth."
The model, Gwen, patted the space beside her on the couch. Laura would want him to use one of the chairs instead, she wouldn't approve of him sitting right next to another woman. It was fine, though. There was plenty of space between them. Besides, what was going to happen with Laura one room away? He flopped himself down with enough force to slam the back of the couch against the wall and winced. Laura was always nagging him about being too rowdy, but Gwen only laughed as she rocked with the motion.
"So, how did you two meet?"
"I worked at her dad's country club as a towel attendant back in high school. He brought her with him one day and we hit it off."
"Aww, that's so sweet." There was a patronizing edge to her tone. But her next question put it out of his mind. "And how long have you been engaged?"
Their engagement was a secret. How many times had Laura drilled it into him not to tell anyone? Not his family, not his friends, not even the brothers in his fraternity. Gwen smiled knowingly at him. Who was this woman?
"A couple years."
"That's a long time."
"We're waiting until Laura is done with school." Appearing single also gave her family leverage when dealing with other influential families with unwed sons, but he left that out. Jason hated that she treated him like a liability. Even if it was difficult to argue otherwise.
"She's pre-med. That'll be a long wait." Gwen gasped and covered her mouth with a hand. "You're not waiting until marriage to have sex are you?!"
"Uh, no."
"Oh thank god. That would be torture." Her hand fell away. Firelight glinted in her eyes. "I doubt anyone could keep their hands off someone as pretty as Laura for that long."
"Heh, yeah..." He was already horny, and sitting on a couch talking about sex with a hottie like Gwen wasn't helping. He needed to change the subject before Laura came out and caught him with a hard-on.
"I'm surprised Laura got a roommate. She always told me she enjoyed living alone." To be honest, it bothered him a little that she would choose to live with someone else when she'd turned him down on multiple occasions. She'd claimed she needed her own space.
Gwen shrugged. "It's a mutually beneficial relationship."
"And what does Laura get out of it?"
"Someone she can be herself around."
