Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 61542 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61542 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
Multiple men are looking in my direction. I can’t even see their faces, but I can sense their hunger—their masks can’t hide that.
The worst thing? I can feel myself slowly getting sucked into it all, and I don’t think I could stop now if I tried. I want to see what else The Succubus has to offer.
At the very least, I’ll finish my shift tonight.
It’s only one night. What’s the worst that can happen?
If I still feel uncomfortable about it by the end of the night, I’m going to tell Kendra I’m quitting.
See, I’m being sensible.
It’s going to be okay. Nothing life-changing is going to happen tonight.
This is just like any other waitressing job, except with more nudity. The dark and scary image is probably just for branding and marketing purposes.
Yeah, that’s it. I’m completely safe.
. . .
Except from myself.
Adam
Everything in this place has been designed to tease and titillate the senses—from the dim lighting to the three girls in the lobby who look like they’ve been spray-painted gold.
The main hall is dark, protecting the anonymity of the rich and powerful men who sit in the audience. In contrast, the stage is flooded with light, exposing the nakedness and vulnerability of the performers.
I say “performers,” but most of the men on stage are paying customers of The Succubus, and even some of the girls are here by choice.
After all, both dominant men—Doms—and submissive women—subs—are welcome here, as long as they know the right people and pass the rigorous background checks conducted by the club. Oh, and pay the annual membership fee every year, without fail.
I once talked to a guy in The Succubus who told me it had taken him seven years to get approved for a membership the second time. The club had made him jump through hoops to get in again, saying they only had a certain number of spots available and they wanted to make sure those spots went to their most loyal customers.
I hate that the club uses such a cheap tactic to pressure people to keep their memberships active, but I’ll have to admit it works.
Like a sucker, I keep paying the exorbitant fee, even though I haven’t even been here in over a year. The annual membership costs the same as a top-of-the-line Lamborghini, but I can’t bring myself to cancel it.
Maybe it’s stupid to keep paying the fee, but what am I going to do with another car anyway?
This place, though. It keeps luring me back in, whispering false promises that never come true. Every time I leave this place, I feel empty and hopeless.
Still, I keep coming back, hoping to find . . . I don’t know, something. I don’t know what it is I’m looking for, but I’ll know it when I see it.
I take my seat in a quiet corner and glance at the stage. Three girls are locked up in tiny cages while a Dom slides his dick into the one in the middle, making her gasp and whimper. Meanwhile, he pushes his fingers into the other two girls, starting a cacophony of female moans.
My cock stirs in my pants as I sit in my plush chair.
Here we go again. I’m going to go home with blue balls tonight. I don’t know why I keep doing this to myself.
The show unfolding on stage is good. It’s great. I don’t have any complaints about it. My dick obviously approves of it.
The problem is, I don’t know what to do with the lust that’s plaguing me right now.
It would be easy enough to find a girl who’ll slip away into one of the private rooms with me. I’ve gotten several offers, both from fellow members of The Succubus and from the waitresses, even though I haven’t even been actively looking.
There’s only one obstacle preventing me from doing just that. I can’t find anyone I want to take into a private room.
It’s not that the girls are unattractive. The Succubus isn’t only strict with its membership criteria, but also its employment criteria. At the very least, every girl who works here is conventionally attractive.
It’s not about what the girls are doing either. I find it hot that they’re often restrained with cuffs and chains, and I like the fact that they’re obedient and eager to please.
I’ll admit the ropes that bind their bodies light up my imagination with possibilities, but they’re not what I’m looking for.
Let’s face it, though, I’m probably never going to find what I’m looking for.
I used to come here every week for years until it started to interfere with my work. If I was ever going to find it, I would’ve found it then.
A loud crashing sound jars me back to reality.
I turn toward the aisle by my seat and catch sight of a girl crouching on the ground, picking up glasses and pieces of food that she’s dropped from her tray.