I was simply bored. There at a college pool party, looking like the hottest girl in the school, but all the good looking guys were already taken by some lucky bitch or another. "Why did I come here looking for some action?" I thought to myself "I haven't had even half decent sex for months now. What use is being a succubus if you can't get the decent guys?"
I saw another drunk asshole walking towards me, undoubtedly trying to score with me, but with a snap of my fingers I convinced him not to even try. That was one good thing I suppose-no chance of getting with anyone ugly. I had just reached this conclusion when a guy sat next to me at the bar. His features caught my eye in an instant.
His face looked as though it had been carved by the best sculptor in the world. His short, dark hair stood in contrast with his pale skin, but the effect was quite striking. I stole a glance at the rest of his body, a glance that told me he was about my height, but he worked out regularly-he was quite muscular. There was something else that intrigued me about him; he was humming Silver Blue by Roxette. Something inside me wanted him, and I saw no reason to refuse giving it what it wanted.
I clicked my fingers as quietly as I could, to make him simply notice me for now. I felt his eyes flicker towards me and start taking note of my 40DD tits, perky ass and revealing dress. I felt his emotions waver slightly, before they settled into one similar to determined and he turned towards me. "Hello, I don't think we've met, have we?" he asked.
"I don't think so." I replied, glad that I didn't need anymore magic to get him interested "I've seen you around though. I'm Amator Lorem, but call me Amy."
"Leon Gobrea." he replied, offering his hand. I shook it, and I felt my hunger for him grow at his touch. This was not a normal person, not by any means. It takes a certain something for a succubus to lose control of herself-it takes abnormality. I was even more intrigued at this.
As we discussed things like music taste and subjects (me making up most of mine), I started flirting with him, albeit smoothly.
That is something about people you should know. If you're good at it, they only know you've been flirting with them by the time you've convinced them they want you. If you do manage it, the sex is even better than it normally would be. Its a tactic I've learned in my many sexual encounters, so I try to manage it as often as possible.
It was him who convinced me though. He noticed that I was flirting with him and said "Tell you what, we've got nothing more going for us here. How about we just skip this place and go to mine?"
"Thought you'd never ask." I replied, getting to my feet "How far is it?"
"Not very, we can get there within ten minutes." he then muttered something under his breath, but I decided not to ask him.
