Chapter 19: Taylor strikes back...

Lorelei found him at a table by himself. He'd probably had guests -- there were other place settings -- but they were long since gone. He sat alone in his cheap suit in front of a broad spread of food and a rising stack of now-empty plates. A waiter passed by and looked on with obvious disgust, but only behind his back.

He looked up as she entered. He was good-looking, at least in this guise. His body was a touch on the bulky side. It was a jolly image. Disarming. He could charm, and would have to be good at that, but he wasn't made to seduce. At least, not with flesh. He looked up, chewing, and grunted in acknowledgment while he dabbed at his mouth and goatee with a cloth napkin.

Heat and fierce, smoky winds wafted off of him, not that it affected anyone who lived only on the mortal plane. Approaching this one was like trying to walk casually through a sandstorm. She had to look calm, though. Make it seem easy. Too much depended on it.

"Hello," the succubus said, sauntering over to the table. "I thought I sensed someone up here, but I'm afraid I don't know what name you prefer."

"Rob," he responded when he could. He gestured for her to take a seat opposite him. "Robert Gorge. Figured I felt another presence here myself. You're Lorelei, aren't you?"

"I am," she nodded.

"You look like you've seen better days, honey." No real sympathy in that voice. She didn't expect anything of the sort.

"I have. I am on the mend," she conceded, running one hand through her hair. That was the truth. The raw, straightforward fucking three floors down healed and revitalized her all at once. She could practically share the sensations of Alex's cock giving that happy, adorable little slut a ride like she'd only dreamed of. Lorelei watched "Rob" break a crab leg open and draw out the meat with practiced ease. He'd obviously had a great many. Yet she felt no less self-indulgent at that moment.

"As they say," Lorelei shrugged, "you should see the other guys."

"Hah! If they look worse than what they did to you," Rob grunted, waving an empty crab leg shell at her, "then yeah, I'd like to see that."

"What is left of them," Lorelei trailed off dismissively.

"There gonna be trouble?"

"I had thought to ask you the same. Truly, I hadn't expected to find anyone here," Lorelei responded.

Rob chewed thoughtfully. "I'm the first person you've asked?"

"I've always had a bit of an independent streak. Reporting back every little bump and bruise isn't my style."

"Hunh," the other demon nodded carefully. He looked at her for a good, long moment. He then pushed against her with his power akin to an ethereal sandstorm before pulling it back as if testing her.

Don't hold back, master, she thought to herself. A week ago, Lorelei would have been able to do this without trouble. That exhilarating feeling of Alex's pleasure bolstered her ability to resist.

Rob was also using much more than simple wordplay to evaluate his visitor. Lorelei had to be able to at least put up a decent front, both to remain inscrutable and to stand her ground. The fact that Audrey was cumming all over her master's cock down there helped Lorelei somewhat, and no demon would be able to detect that particular connection. Still, Lorelei was a succubus without wings or horns or tail, and another demon would be able to see that. She'd have to play that off like it didn't hurt as badly as it did. It never helped to look weak in front of Hell's own.

"I thought you were one of Belial's servants," Rob said.

"Not so directly placed near the top," Lorelei replied with feigned indifference. "As I said, going through channels would be a distraction."

Rob gave her another long, searching look as the wheels turned in his mind. This was no punishing demon; this one was made to tempt and corrupt. "I see. You're looking for a shortcut. I can see how that'd help, but help's gotta be paid for." His meaning was plain. They all wanted this from the succubi.

Release. Downstairs, her master was ridden over the edge. Lorelei shared in that joy and satisfaction without letting a bit of it show. She didn't need to, and Rob didn't need to know. Inside, Lorelei felt the blissful emotional rush of Alex's climax and felt replenished by it. On the surface, she maintained a remarkable poker face.

"My options for payment are limited," Lorelei smiled, giving a conciliatory nod. What Rob wanted was no option, wouldn't have been regardless of her strength. It was best to make plain her consent to such restrictions. A week ago, it would have been no problem. Now the thought of copulating with this one turned her stomach. Suddenly rather than indifference to Alex's restrictions, she actually felt grateful.

"That's too bad," Rob frowned. "I had always figured Belial's servants to be the kind to keep all options on the table. Smarter bargaining. Still, I'm sure we could work something out."

"We all have our restrictions," Lorelei shrugged again. The feeling was so good -- and then, abruptly, stopped. Totally interrupted. One second Alex was basking in the afterglow, still sheathed within his playmate and slowly beginning another go 'round -- then nothing.

The demon across from her pressed on. "Yeah, but not Belial's own legion." Rob shook his head, and then stuffed his mouth with a pair of fried shrimp. "Gnyou gnuys hafta giff your all effry day," he managed through too many morsels at once. Then he swallowed. "I know how Belial's servants work. No slacking, no hesitation. No price too high, no shame too low."

"Yes, well," Lorelei said, faltering a bit, "I have had a change of allegiances." A mistake. An admission she did not want to make, one that would pique further curiosity. A demon of avarice and gluttony like this could compel such revelations just as Lorelei could change her appearance to better approach a victim.

She could feel the invisible strength of his presence ramping up. He was like a shark that'd just smelled a hint of blood in the water. If she couldn't recover fast, he'd get much more information out of her than was safe for either herself or Alex.

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"Oh god I'm cumming I'm cumming I'm cumming," Audrey whimpered into Alex's ear. Both arms were wrapped around his shoulders as he kept grinding her. She had given in entirely to him and was only barely trying to help with their shared motion. Audrey had brought him in here as the seductress, the experienced older woman, and now lost virtually all her composure.

Alex didn't stop. He was too close himself, and her admissions in his ear only turned him on more. His cock was almost too big for her -- almost. He could feel her stretching for him a bit to accommodate him, felt great about it, knew it was good for her, too. She'd feel wondrously worn out later.

Later. He'd be with Lorelei later, too. He was very, very happy to stay with Audrey for a while, and would have been utterly dazzled by her were the succubus not in his life... but she was. She set this up. She'd be all over him later, or he'd be all over her. When he was done with Audrey. He could have his cake and eat it, too.

In that moment, buried within Audrey to the hilt, the reality of his situation broke through. He could literally go from one beautiful, willing, enthusiastic partner right to the next. When he was done with this lay, there was another waiting. His life could be like this for a very long time.

It was enough to get a young man off in a dressing room.

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Taylor was ready to kill that bitch.

Audrey made a show of getting along with everyone, but she screwed most of the girls in the store one way or another. She'd replaced the old manager a year ago, tossed out a schedule that had been made to accommodate everyone, got rid of their best sales associate for not following the corporate script, gave out crappy evaluations...

...and was now almost certainly having sex with the sweetest guy she'd ever known.

Okay, that may have been an exaggeration. But Alex had always been unfailingly nice to her. He was easily one of her best friends not two years ago -- maybe not the closest, but he was always nice, supportive and trustworthy. She knew how much he liked her, knew he wanted to be more than friends. She couldn't not know. That was why she'd never let him in closer. He was cute and all. Smart. Funny. Not as sexy as he was now -- and when the hell did that happen?

Good God, he was hot now. She was getting jittery just thinking about it. But in high school, there was Alex, and there were other guys, and then there was Gabriel...

...Gabriel. There was a thought. She'd been so thrilled when he got the basketball scholarship that would keep them together. Now Taylor wondered what her high school sweetheart was up to now, and with whom. He had a habit of being stupid while she was at work.

Work used to be more fun. Then Audrey showed up. Two minutes with Alex was all Taylor would need to explain that Audrey wasn't someone he really wanted to fool around with. He would believe her. He always believed her. He was special that way. He deserved better than that bitch. Could certainly do better now, apparently.

Fuck this. And fuck her, too.

"Guys, I'm gonna be off the floor for a few minutes," Taylor said over the headset. She strode back past the dressing rooms -- pausing only to confirm that she could, in fact, hear some incriminating noises from #3, and thank God nobody was using the other two -- and then went into the break room. Her purse, and the iPhone within it, was right where she'd left it. She adjusted the settings on the phone and then walked back out into the dressing room hallway.

No one else was there. The music was still bumping. So, it appeared, were the occupants of dressing room three.

Taylor held her camera over the top of the door, snapped a picture, and then another one. Then she did the same from the bottom edge. Then she checked the pictures. Best to make sure she had some evidence before she committed to the rest -- and wow, was that evidence.

She never thought she'd be jealous to see Alex's hands clutching another woman's ass.

The dressing room doors were taller than most, and locked from the inside --- theoretically. But if someone had a partially misspent youth, as Taylor had, popping the locks open with a credit card wasn't too much of a trick.

Grinning evilly, Taylor leaned up against the doorframe and took a nice, casual picture of the dirty action in front of her. This time, she used the flash.

"Huh?" Alex grunted.

"What the--?!" Audrey yelped. She turned, still straddling him, and blurted out, "Taylor?!"

Taylor was already snapping another picture. Her iPhone wasn't fast about that, but she'd timed it perfectly. The picture had enough of Audrey's face to provide solid evidence.

"Audrey, your lunch break is over," Taylor said confidently, "and you're needed on the floor. I can take over helping with this customer before I clock out for the night."

"You -- what the hell do you think you're doing!?" Audrey got off of a shocked, mortified Alex and grabbed her skirt off the floor.

"I think I'm filing my request for a shift change so you and I don't have to work together anymore," Taylor smiled. "At least until one of us gets a transfer to another store."

Audrey wasted no time in getting her skirt back on. "You think this is a good idea? You can't do anything with those pictures, they'll fire both of us!"

"Oh noes. I might get fired from my part-time retail job while I'm going to college." The two stared at one another for a moment, and then Taylor gestured toward the hallway. "Shut up and get the fuck out, Audrey." Taylor watched as her store manager fled, leaving her panties and Alex behind. She then closed and locked the door before turning to Alex.

"Wow," she grinned at Alex, "when did you go all pimp daddy?"

Alex stayed in the chair, his pants pulled back up but not fastened. He kept his slick, raging hard-on covered mainly with his hands and the bottom of his shirt. "Taylor, um, I can... uh..."

She bit the corner of her lip, still grinning at him.

"Okay, I totally can't explain this."

Taylor stepped closer. "You don't owe me an explanation," she said, her voice dropping, "but I should probably thank you for giving me the chance to deal with that bitch." She tossed the phone aside, then ran her hand through Alex's hair.

Alex's heart threatened to beat its way right through his sternum. Taylor's eyes projected nothing but hunger. "Oh my God," he mumbled.

"God's not here," Taylor whispered, "but I am. Still friends, right?" His mouth was open as if to say something, but no words were coming out. She kissed it instead.

"I should've done this a long time ago," she said, reaching down to pull his shirt and hands away from his groin.