"I'm Jane, and these are my two guests. Iskaroth okayed it." The tanned redhead had on a green minidress that barely covered her ass and had a neckline that nearly reached her belly button.
The big bouncer checked the list. He was human, but as tall as a demon, and stocky. No one was going to mess with him. He had to scan the list twice before he found the entry. "Alissa and Kyle?" he said at last.
"Yes," said Alissa. "That's right."
"Says I should let you in if Alissa is dressed properly," the bouncer said.
How Alissa was to dress had been a point of contention between her and Jane. Kyle had taken Jane's side, so Jane had won, and Alissa was in her sexiest dress, which she had hardly ever worn. It was an inch or two longer than Jane's, and the top resembled a bustier, pushing her C-cups up and putting them on display. She wore three-inch heels, refusing to buy anything higher just for one night. Alissa thought she was daring, even scandalous, but the bouncer was looking her over doubtfully.
"I dunno," she said.
"What if she takes off her panties?" Jane said.
"What?!" asked Alissa.
But the bouncer just nodded. "If they can tell they are off." He reached into a pocket and pulled out a scissors. "Make a slit up the side."
"But this cost -"
"Alissa, you never wear it," said Jane. "And where else are you going to wear it?"
But while they were arguing, Kyle took hold of the scissors. He had bought it for her, so she supposed he thought he had a right to cut it up. He slit it all the way to her waist, and looked like he was considering going higher.
"Off with the panties," Jane said. "It's that or go home, and you don't want to go home after all this, now do you?"
Alissa sighed. At least she no longer had to hike the skirt up to get to the waistband. She used the gap Kyle had created to hook it, and then pulled it down. Behind her, people whistled. "I can't believe I'm doing this. Or that I let you two talk me into it. And no matter what you say, I'm not fucking a demon. I'm just here to watch, and see what goes on."
The bouncer chuckled. "I've heard that one before," he said, and opened the black doors to Inferno.
They walked in, Jane in the lead, Kyle in the rear. At first glance it looked like any other club - a big dance floor slightly off center, tables all around it, a bar. Fifty people had already arrived, and they were dancing. Some were wallflowers; some sat at tables, some stood and chatted. Maybe fifteen of them were demons, ten men, five women. All but a few of the human guests were female, of all races and body types, but all sexily dressed. Some side rooms were roped off with velvet ropes.
"I could use a drink," Alissa said, and headed toward the bar.
The waitress behind the counter was a blonde of college age. She wore a white t-shirt that might have been a size too small over her buxom breasts, and clearly no bra. She smiled at Alissa. "First time?"
"Yes," Alissa said. "Does it show?"
"The first timers usually head straight for the bar for some liquid courage. The second time they know what they want and don't bother with the alcohol. What's your poison?"
"Whiskey sour," Alissa replied, vaguely annoyed that this girl ten years younger than her could read her so well.
"Coming up. How about you?" The blonde looked at Kyle.
"I'm good for now. I'm the designated driver."
The blonde giggled. "Of course you are," she said, and turned her attention to making the drink.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Kyle asked, not to the blonde.
Jane just smiled, and then something behind Kyle caught her attention.
The woman striding toward them wore a tight black leather corset, a very short leather skirt, and thigh high boots with five inch heels. She had white horns, long blue-black hair, bright red skin, and a three foot long tail. She was all curves, and her narrow, corseted waist only exaggerated the effect. To Alissa's surprise, the demoness put her hand around Kyle's waist.
"You must be Kyle," she said.
"Uh, yeah?" Kyle looked at his wife, as if to see if she was alright with the demoness being so close to him. He was an inch or two shorter than the tall, red woman.
"I'm Lythandra," the demoness said, speaking mostly to Alissa. And then to Kyle: "I'll show you where the human men sit."
"I'd like to stay with my wife," Kyle said.
Lythandra stroked his face with long red fingers. "Would you, really? Don't you think you'd be in the way?"
"He's not in the way," said Alissa quickly.
Lythandra whispered something in Kyle's ear, and Kyle took a quick sharp breath and nodded. Her hand slid down his neck, her thumb stretching out to half encircle it, but her touch was gentle.
"Since the answer is yes, why don't you just come with me," Lythandra said.
"Go ahead, Kyle," said Jane. "You'll be in good hands."
"I have very good hands, don't I, Kyle?" Lythandra purred.
Again, Kyle mutely nodded. His gaze fixed on Lythandra's large, upthrust breasts.
"We're um, married," Alissa said, because it seemed pertinent, somehow. Lythandra was, by almost any standard, gorgeous. They had come to Inferno in part because Alissa and Kyle hadn't been having much sex lately, and Jane had suggested that Inferno was a place where Alissa could get some. Kyle ended up being so turned on by the idea they'd had more sex in the past week than they'd had in the previous six months, so problem solved, as far as Alissa was concerned. But now she had to follow through, or she suspected things would go right back to the old normal. She thought she might dance with one of the demons, get Kyle all wound up, and then take him home. A demoness getting handsy with her husband had not been on the agenda.
"Congratulations," Lythandra said with seeming sincerity, although she didn't stop stroking Kyle absently. "I couldn't help but notice that your husband has pitched a tent."
Alissa took a moment to understand what Lythandra meant, so the demoness helped her with a meaningful glance. "Oh!" Alissa said.
"Should I return him to you like that?" Lythandra asked. "At the end of the evening?"
"Yes," Alissa said, thinking that she wanted Kyle hard so he could do his husbandly duty, and only belatedly realizing that she had by implication agreed to him being taken away.
Lythandra chuckled, and steered Kyle away. Kyle didn't resist. With each sway of Lythandra's hips, her tail swished back and forth, raising her skirt and dropping it, so that the globes of her red ass winked in and out of view.
Alissa realized that at some point, her drink had been placed in front of her, and she took a sip. "Uh, my husband has the charge card, there's really no place with this outfit..." she said.
"On the house," said the bartender. "This place isn't about making money."
"Oh." She looked at Jane. "It seemed like Kyle was in a daze."
"Well," Jane said. "Objectively speaking, that woman is gorgeous."
"Who wants to be objective?" Alissa replied with annoyance.
"Really," said Jane, "If you were a weak human man with an erection, and those tits were in your face, you'd go wherever they took you, too."
"Kyle's not weak," Alissa said.
"I was being redundant," Jane said.
"All men are weak?"
Jane shook her head. "All humans. Compared to them." She nodded across the room, where several demons and demonesses danced with human women to a deep, primal beat. A lot of the women wore very open tops, and the demons casually slipped their hands inside to cup naked breasts while they danced. Tails slipped up short skirts. For a long moment Alissa forgot all about Kyle as she watched the lascivious action on the dance floor.
"They say the touch of their skin is an aphrodisiac," Jane said. "I think I believe it. Kyle was so turned on."
