Wearing a white dress shirt and a patterned tie, he stood out like a sore thumb in the Greasy Axle, the most notorious biker bar in town. But Andrew Reynolds didn't mind the sneers of the leather-clad patrons too much, because he was on the hunt. It had been almost two weeks since his strange encounter with a succubus named Melissa. His new job was time consuming, but Andrew spent most of his free time trying to figure out where he could meet Melissa again. He had looked on various message boards, including ones about the occult, the supernatural, and even fetish sites, but found no mention of a mysterious woman having sex with strangers. He briefly considered visiting a psychic, but decided he wasn't that crazy. At least, not yet. Who knows what intercourse with a demon does to a man's mind?
Andrew wanted to meet with Melissa again for two reasons. One was to return the money she had given him. He assumed she gave it to him because he was down on his luck and unemployed, but right after their encounter Andrew had received a job offer from Capstone Architectural Firm. Even though there was a large sum of money in the envelope, enough to have a really fun weekend with, Andrew felt wrong about taking it since he was now employed. He didn't know how well being a succubus paid and would hate to see Melissa short on money because of her kindness. His second reason was far less noble. As much as the experience had scared him, sex with Melissa was the best he'd ever had. Maybe she'd be willing to go for another round with Andrew if he met her again.
Unfortunately, when he went back to the apartment where he'd first met her, all he found was an empty room. The landlord said it had been for rent for months, but he'd had no takers for some reason. There was no distinguishing marks on the note Melissa left him either. No letterheads, watermarks, nothing. Andrew was at his wit's end when he remembered something Melissa had said.
"No, I just try to eat bad people because, if I have to eat people, might as well make the world a better place, y'know?"
That gave Andrew the idea to start looking for places with bad people. He'd been to the sketchier parts of town almost every night, looking in dark alleyways and seedy taverns for just a glimpse of Melissa. But he'd had no luck. The Greasy Axle was one of the last places on his list of possible hangouts for the succubus, and if this didn't pan out he had no clue where to look next.
Luck was on Andrew's side tonight, however, because over the noise of the bar he heard a beautiful laugh, one he would've recognized anywhere. Frantically looking for the source, he quickly found it: Melissa, in the flesh, just a few seats down the bar from him! She looked a little different than when they had met, with black hair and thick makeup, but it was definitely her. She was chatting with a man who fit the biker stereotype to a T, wearing a leather jacket with a flaming skull on the back.
"I love your mustache! It's, like, a handlebar, and you ride a bike, which has handlebars! That's so cute!" Melissa gushed. She hadn't spoken this way when she was with Andrew, but he guessed she might change her appearance and personality to match her intended prey. A quiet, nondescript girl wouldn't attract much attention here, but a loud, vivacious one would.
"Thanks. You wanna take a ride on it?" the biker grumbled back. Andrew rolled his eyes at the line, but Melissa giggled.
"Gee, I dunno mister, mommy said never to talk to strangers."
"Well mommy ain't here right now, is she?" the biker replied, grinning a smile that was missing a few teeth.
Melissa tittered even more. "No, she's not. Lemme hit the ladies' room and I'll be right back." She hopped off her stool and walked towards the back of the bar.
Andrew looked in his pocket. Yep, the wad of cash was still tucked safely in his jacket. He had been nervous to bring such a large amount of money to such sketchy locales, but he wanted to make sure Melissa got her money back. He decided to go speak to Melissa before she got busy with the biker. When he walked back to the restroom though, he saw that it was unoccupied. Where had she gone? He returned to the bar and saw the seats where the biker and Melissa had been were now empty. The whole reason he come here had slipped out from under his nose!
"Excuse me," he said to the bartender. "Where did the gentleman with the handlebar mustache go?"
The bartender, himself sporting a greying handlebar mustache, turned around and glared at Andrew. "Yer gonna have to get a bit more specific there, pal."
Andrew struggled to remember if he heard the man's name at all. "Uh, the guy who was sitting down there? With the flaming skull jacket thingy?"
"Oh, Harry," the barkeep mumbled. "You looking to get roughed up? He's the head of the Dirty Devils, the gang that runs this part of town."
"I have a friend who's looking for him. A Mr. Grant?" Andrew replied as he handed the bartender a 50 dollar bill.
The barkeep looked at it before stuffing it in his pocket. "Yeh, he and some floozy just went out the side door. Prolly don't wanna interrupt him while he's 'doing business'," the man said with a wink.
"Thanks a ton," Andrew said as he walked towards the front door. The side door led into the alley outside, so if he hurried he might catch them before they went back to either Harry's place or wherever Melissa was pretending to live tonight. As he walked into the dark alley, he heard voices. He ducked behind a dumpster and poked his head around the corner to see who it was.
Harry the biker was supporting a tipsy Melissa, who looked like she'd had one drink too many. "I'm a little shleepy," she slurred, "you mind if we jusht do it in the morning?"
"Aw hell baby, you can't say that. You went and got me all riled up," Harry protested.
"Trusht me, it's no fun sleeping with a girl who's about to pass out."
"Oh don't worry," Harry replied, "I've done it plenty of times. Let's hop on my bike and head back to my place."
"No way," Melissa said, "I'm definitely gonna puke if I have to ride anywhere."
"Well then, let's do it here," Harry said, setting Melissa down on the ground. He began unzipping his jeans, then grabbed Melissa by the head and guided her towards his exposed cock. "Start sucking, bitch."
"Mmmm, I dunno," Melissa said, turning her face from his member.
"Get to work or you're gonna be in trouble, you dumb slut!" Harry yelled, and raised a hand to slap Melissa. Andrew nearly leapt out from his hiding space to stop him, but Harry suddenly froze. His expression turned from anger to terror as he felt his body seize up.
"I think you'll find you're the one in trouble, you stupid oaf," Melissa said as she stood up. The shakiness in her legs and her slurred speech were gone, and Andrew began to doubt she was ever drunk in the first place. He watched in awe as what looked like a heat haze enveloped Melissa and she transformed from her Jersey girl appearance back into that of a demon, with pinkish-red skin, a long, thick tail, and horns protruding from her forehead. She was wearing black underwear like Andrew had seen last time, but instead of a bikini these resembled a sports bra and boyshorts.
