I strolled down the barely lit street, blatantly ignoring the panting, alcohol drenched leers of the three young men leaning against the side of an old, four-door sedan sporting two different colored fenders and a cracked windshield. The neighborhood-and its associated rabble-were of no consequence to me. I was on a mission, one that would please my master and give me the power I'd need.
I'd worn simple attire, only because I had no desire to draw too much attention to myself-to what I really was. There'd be plenty of time for seductive dresses and associated pleasures once I took control.
The scuff of rubber sliding across broken pavement drew my attention to the left side of the street-a clumsy attempt to distract me from the two miscreants trying to shadow me on the right. Idiots. My master had sent me to a neighborhood full of complete idiots.
Shaking my head, I veered towards the sound as though I was curious or foolish girl-rest assured, I was neither. I slipped into the shadows near one of the unfortunate boys who thought I would be a simple victim to rob. Or fuck. Whatever. Excitement shot through me, vibrating through my very core as I stalked my own prey. I bumped into the boy, gasping in feigned shock as he wrapped a heavy hand around my arm. His breath reeked of cheap beer and a general lack of oral hygiene. Normally, I lure my victims in with a kiss. Not this one.
Sliding my hand along his stomach, I gazed into his watery, bloodshot eyes and let my true self show. Just enough to grab his undivided attention. He grunted as my fingers slipped along the zipper of his jeans, working it open so his hardening cock had somewhere to go.
"Not bad," I whispered in his ear. "If you had only brushed your teeth, I might have fucked this nice cock."
The boy whined and pumped his hips, trying vainly to rub his cock against my hand.
"What's your name, boy?"
"W . . . W. . .Walter," he stammered.
"Were you and your friends going to rob me or rape me, Walter?" I stroked his straining cock with my fingers as I spoke, weaving my unforgiving magic around his genitals. "Neither is very nice, is it, Walter?"
"N . . . no, mistress."
"Normally I'd simply kill you for this, Walter." I let a tendril of magic slip around his testicles and past his quivering sphincter. He squealed as the magic began stroking his prostate. "Instead, I'll give you a choice. Forfeit your life to me now, or," I said with a smile, "rape those two assholes behind me until you can't feel your cock."
I was being a bit of a jerk, considering I'd just spelled his cock to remain hard until I decided to reverse the spell. If precious little Walter survived until I was satisfied with the punishment, I might be able to use him in some capacity. After he recovered, of course. I stepped away from the blond-haired boy and walked away, resuming my journey.
Behind me, the sounds of profanity and fighting were soon replaced with those of grunting and pained submission. Were I not on a schedule, I would have stayed and watched the results of my handiwork. I turned the corner and cast a quick glance down the sidewalk, satisfied to see a body laying on the sidewalk and jerking with every thrust from my converted rescuer.
Lust flared within me, though I ignored my needs and continued walking down the street. Ahead of me, a dilapidated warehouse rose out of the gloom. A few people milled about in front, no doubt dealing drugs or pimping themselves out for a few bucks. The place was a certified dump and I could only guess what quality of people I would find inside.
"Master must be truly angry with me to send me this mess," I grumbled quietly. "The Pink Cat? Seriously, boss?"
Silence surrounded me, confirming my suspicions that my superior, the Nephilim Shemhazau, was still pissed off that I'd offended Lilith. How the hell was I supposed to know that her first husband, Adam, was still a touchy subject? It was fortunate that I was able to satisfy my boss's unique appetites, otherwise I would have been cast out into the nether realms to perish.
My marching orders seemed simple. Establish a powerful base of operations along the eastern seaboard of the United States. Somewhere safe, where an army of succubi and incubi could be raised and used to control those in power. The Pink Cat located on the wrong side of the tracks in a run-down little working town was the site that Shemhazau chose.
"Fuck," I muttered as the stench of piss slapped my senses.
Shaking myself, I reigned in my disgust and headed for the front door, which was guarded by a very bored looking, clean shaven young man. I ignored him as much as he ignored me and reached for the door handle.
"Ten bucks, lady," he muttered without bothering to tear his eyes away from the book he was reading.
I scanned the entry way.
"Sign says five," I countered.
"Unescorted tits and ass have to pay extra," the preoccupied doorman mumbled.
Amused, I made a show of reaching into the back pocket of my tight-fitting jeans. I pulled out a scrap of paper, weaving a glamour that made it look like a twenty-dollar bill. Handing it to the kid, I stood and tapped my toes.
"Ain't got change out here," the kid mouthed.
I suppressed my grin, instead twisting my mouth into a frown as I stormed past him. I'd have a lot of fun with that one later. Hell, maybe I'd introduce him to my new friend Walter for an education on manners. Chuckling, I navigated the narrow hallway leading to the interior of the club. Thankfully, the lighting was poor, and I didn't have to see what was causing the nasty odors emanating from the side rooms that lined the entry hall. Private 'dance' rooms are normally near the main dance areas, making them easy to monitor and control. These exterior rooms had to be little cubicles for hookups and drug use.
Shaking off the stench of the hallway, I found myself standing along the edge of a large open area. Two large stages occupied the center of the room with several smaller stages arraigned in a sunburst pattern around the main event areas. A huge bar stood between the main stages and several smaller drink areas dotted the massive room. The setup was impressive, though the lighting and sound systems would need massive upgrades. And the entire building would need a cleaning with apocalyptic proportions.
I turned my attention to the females contorting and writhing on the stages and on customer's laps. Most of the girls had that girl-next-door look about them and I'd have to ensure that a few of them were old enough for this line of work. A moan escaped the dark corner beside me, drawing my attention to a young woman receiving oral attentions from a suspiciously well-dressed man. Obviously, The Pink Cat was the kind of place where important men came to play in the dark. I made eye contact with the groaning girl, feeding off her pleasure as the man coaxed an orgasm from her. The desire to play was strong, but I'd other work to attend to.
I slipped through the mostly empty chairs as I headed towards the bar. One drunken patron stumbled my way, his fingers brushing against my breasts as he lewdly apologized. I pretended to be offended, slapping the drunk's hand away as I objected.
"Problem, ma'am?" rumbled a voice from behind me.
I turned, still pretending to be offended. The male behind me was huge, obviously sober, and beautiful. I drank him in as I imagined all the rough and tumble fun the two of us could have. My rescuer was focused on the drunk, so he didn't see the pure lust in my eyes.
"Lou, get the hell out of here," my rescuer snarled. "Sorry, he wasn't even supposed to be in here," he directed at me.
I resisted the urge to run my fingers down the bouncer's thick, muscled torso.
"Thanks," I said coyly. I let a hint of my lust and power shine through my eyes as I smiled. "What's your name, handsome?"
