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A Succubus for Valentine’s Day © February 2011 M.E. Hydra
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A Succubus for Valentine’s Day
And Other Tales of Perilous Pleasure
By M.E. Hydra
Table of Contents
A Succubus for Valentine’s Day
A Summer Dance with a Succubus
A Succubus for Valentine’s Day.
Peter Kurtzberg couldn’t resist taking a look, just a quick peek over the cubicle wall.
Bobbi Ross was very pretty. She had a heart-shaped face that glowed with warmth and whenever she smiled, which was often, her blue eyes sparkled like precious stones. Her naturally blonde hair was cut short in a cute little bob.
If he was sure she wasn’t looking, Kurtzberg liked to run his gaze along the trim lines of her body, wishing it was his hands rather than his eyes roaming over her curves. She was dainty, but also athletic and well-toned. He knew she worked out regularly at the gym.
Bobbi always got plenty of cards and flowers on Valentine’s Day. There, amongst the other cards and smaller bouquets, was the gigantic floral arrangement Kurtzberg had sent her. It had cost a lot of money, but Kurtzberg didn’t mind. It was a display of appreciation he’d never be able to give her in person.
He’d like to. God knows he’d pictured the moment, dreamed about it, fantasised even about telling her how much he truly loved her.
He could never do it.
In his dreams she said “yes” and there followed a whirlwind of candlelit dinners, expensive hotels and long lazy nights together in bed.
In his nightmares she laughed in his face and he woke up feeling like a bug smashed under a rock.
No, he knew he’d never be able to withstand that rejection.
It was just a silly dream.
This was better.
He wondered if she fantasised about the identity of her secret admirer. Kurtzberg hoped his gift brought as much joy to her as the sight of her every day in the office brought to him.
* * * *
“Aw, that’s so sweet,” Bobbi said as she opened and read the card that came with the large flower arrangement.
“And quite impressive,” Greg David said. The single rose he’d bought her made him feel rather…small in comparison.
“Is that a note of envy I detect there?” Bobbi laughed.
“Nah, I got a card from the tall blonde in the mailroom,” Greg said. “You know, the one with the great rack.”
He laughed as Bobbi slapped him on the arm.
“Teaser, I should take away your sex privileges for that,” Bobbi said.
“So, are you going to reveal your mysterious admirer?” Greg asked. “Is he some tall, dark, handsome hunk I’ll have to battle to the death in order to win back your affections?”
“Hardly,” Bobbi smiled. “It’s Peter.”
“Kurtzberg?”
They both looked over to the cubicle where the office statistician made his home. A pale round face with spectacles ducked down behind the divider like a mole going down its hole.
“Kurtzberg,” Greg laughed.
“It’s sweet really. He thinks I don’t know. He’s had a crush on me ever since I first arrived at the office.”
“And he’s never said anything?”
“Oh god no. Thank goodness.”
“So no desire to succumb to the ardent desires of the moleman then?”
Bobbi pulled a face. “Please.”
* * * *
“Looks like you’ve got an admirer this year,” the mail lady said as she placed a small package onto his desk.
Kurtzberg looked at the small box. It looked suspiciously like a gift.
Kurtzberg didn’t get gifts, especially not on Valentine’s Day.
Puzzled, he picked up the box. It was wrapped in dark red shiny paper and topped with a little pink bow. Now who could this be from? Bobbi?
Kurtzberg’s heart picked up a few beats.
No, surely not.
“Whoa, stop right there.”
Kurtzberg inwardly winced when he heard Jacob Pak’s voice.
“Is that an actual Valentine’s Day gift?” Jacob continued. “Someone actually sent you a Valentine’s gift? Hey everyone, look at this. Kurtzberg’s got a secret lover.”
Just leave me alone, Kurtzberg thought. He put on a forced smile as his co-workers crowded the cubicle wall.
“Now that’s someone who knows what a proper Valentine’s gift should be,” Bettie Lee said, her pasty round face leaning over the cubicle wall. “I’ll take yummy chocolates over flowers any time.”
“C’mon, don’t keep us in suspense,” Greg said.
Reluctantly, Kurtzberg tore away the red paper to reveal a plain black box.
“Not chocolates,” Bettie said wistfully.
Kurtzberg took the lid off the box. Inside was a square black stone about the size of his hand. There was an inscription engraved into the surface, but the letters were so worn Kurtzberg couldn’t read them.
He turned the stone over. On the other side was a carving of a ferocious looking female demon with horns, wings and a tail. The artist had over-emphasised her breasts and vagina.
What was it, Kurtzberg thought, some kind of fertility fetish?
“What an ugly thing,” Bobbi said. “Why would anyone send that as a Valentine’s gift?”
“Kurtzberg mate, I know you’re desperate, but try to steer clear of the nutjobs,” Jacob said.
Kurtzberg ignored him. There was a card on the bottom of the box. On the cover was a picture of a sexy cartoon devil. She was smiling as she pulled an overweight and balding man towards her by his tie.
“What does it say?” Bobbi asked.
Kurtzberg opened it and read the card aloud.
“The stone is a succubus tablet. According to myth it bestows erotic dreams on whoever owns it. Sweet dreams.”
The handwriting was elaborate and feminine. Kurtzberg didn’t recognise it. Underneath was the red lipstick imprint of a full pair of lips.
“Sounds like the perfect present for Kurtzberg,” Jacob said. “As the only place he’s ever going to get any…” He tossed it up.
“Is in his dreams.” Greg delivered the smash.
“Bada-boom,” Jacob said, high-fiving Greg.
Fucking jerks, Kurtzberg thought, his face burning.
* * * *
Kurtzberg had a backlog of data to work through, so he didn’t get round to leaving the office until after seven. The bars he drove past were already filling up with happy couples.
Kurtzberg went home to his cold, dark flat. The terms of his lease meant he couldn’t even keep a pet. There was nothing and no one to greet him as he opened the front door and walked through into his living room. He slumped down into his armchair.
He wasn’t going to wallow in self pity.
It never achieved anything. He’d figured out years ago the world wasn’t fair. People weren’t all the same. Not everyone could be athletic, good looking or smart. You could waste your life moping over what fate had failed to bestow on you, or you could make the best of what you had and get on with it.
Days like Valentine’s Day were tough though. Out there he knew happy couples were staring lovingly into each other’s eyes at romantic, candlelit dinners. All he had to look forward to was a microwave dinner in front of the TV.
He wasn’t going to wallow in self-pity.
Kurtzberg looked down at the succubus tablet, his ‘gift’.
Kurtzberg had accepted his own limitations and learned to live with them a long time ago. Was it too much to ask for people—people that took their own genetic good fortune for granted—not to remind him of them at every fucking opportunity?
He wasn’t going to…
Fucking Valentine’s Day.
Kurtzberg threw the tablet across the room.
It didn’t strike the far wall.
“Hey! Be careful. That’s my calling card.”
The tablet hadn’t hit the wall because a petite girl had stepped out of the shadows and caught it. She was wearing an old fashioned telegram delivery girl’s costume. Her long red hair spilled out from beneath a little peaked cap. The face beneath was pale and delicate, elfin almost. Her face might be delicate, but Kurtzberg couldn’t fail to notice the way her uniform strained to cover her ample bosom.
“Who are you?” Kurtzberg asked. “What are you doing here?”
How had she got into his flat?
The elfin-faced girl smiled.
“I’m here to deliver your Valentine’s Day present,” she said. “Me.”
She started to unbutton her uniform, revealing the inviting chasm of her cleavage beneath.
Was this a continuation of Jacob and Greg’s practical joke? Kurtzberg thought. Had they hired a tart to inflict further humiliation on him? Were they outside right now, waiting for the most incriminating moment to burst in, camera phones at the ready?
Then the girl stepped forward and Kurtzberg knew Jacob and Greg—or any other human agency—couldn’t be responsible.
The horns—little red nubs protruding from her forehead—were noticeable, but it was her eyes that gave her away as something not of this world. They were perfect black orbs. Staring at them was like staring through two peepholes into the abyss.
Kurtzberg gasped and crawled back into his chair.
“No, please don’t be afraid,” she pleaded, holding out her hands in an attempt to show she meant no harm. Her vulnerability plucked at Kurtzberg’s heartstrings.
“Are you a demon?” Kurtzberg asked. He couldn’t believe he was asking the question.
The girl nodded coyly. She raised the folded points of two bat wings up above her shoulders and reached behind her to present him the end of a slender red tail.
He couldn’t be seeing this. She couldn’t be real.
There was a long pause. Kurtzberg stared at the demon, every muscle tense with fear. She stood there with her tail in her hand, looking strangely pure and innocent, like a shy schoolgirl.
“Are you going to kill me?” Kurtzberg asked.
The girl momentarily looked stunned. Then she broke out into an open-faced smile.
“No,” she laughed, “whatever gave you that idea.”
“Um, you’re a demon. Isn’t that what you do?”
The girl laughed again. “Silly. That’s lies spread by the other side. They never want you to have any fun.”
“And you do?”
“Oh yes. Lots and lots of fun.”
While they were talking the girl had slowly walked forwards until she stood right in front of Kurtzberg. She smiled mischievously at him and slowly popped the buttons of her uniform. Underneath she was wearing a sexy red bra with frilly white trim. Her breasts were considerably larger than Kurtzberg would have expected from a girl of her slim build.
During their conversation Kurtzberg had managed to crawl so far back into the chair his bum rested about halfway up the back rest. Both his feet were currently standing on the seat.
“I don’t bite,” the girl said. She gently grabbed his ankles and pulled him back down to a more natural sitting position.
Her scent drifted over him like a cloud. Kurtzberg didn’t have much of a clue when it came to perfume, but it smelt nice and he felt his heart pick up a few beats. She didn’t seem all that threatening he supposed, more like a cartoon of a demon than a real actual demon.
A very cute cartoon, Kurtzberg thought, looking over her trim body. She had removed her uniform and was down to her bra and silky red panties. Her flesh was pale and smooth, like flawless marble.
“Do you like what you see?” she asked, giving her full chest a little wiggle.
“You’re beautiful,” Kurtzberg said.
“Oh thank you,” the girl said. She stepped into the chair until she was straddling Kurtzberg. She bent over, giving him a close-up view of the lush valley between her breasts, and lightly kissed him on the forehead. The touch of her soft lips sent sparks crackling under his skin.
He was dreaming. That had to be it. He’d pushed himself so hard at work he’d fallen asleep as soon as he’d collapsed into the chair.
The girl sat down in his lap and ground her hips against him. She smiled and wiggled the top half of her body.
What a dream, Kurtzberg thought. He felt his cock jump to life in his trousers.
The girl winked and reached behind her back to unhook her bra. Her pale pink breasts fell unfettered before him and bounced hypnotically. He couldn’t look away from them as she wiggled in his lap.
“Who sent you?” Kurtzberg asked in wonderment. This was the best gift he’d ever received.
“Shh,” the girl said, putting a finger on his lips. “Don’t you know it’s bad luck to ask where a Valentine’s gift came from.”
The girl stepped off him. She twirled her body, swinging her hips in a sultry dance. Still smiling she hooked her fingers—the fingernails were black and shiny like the carapaces of beetles, Kurtzberg noticed—around the elastic of her panties. Her hips gyrated and the panties were sent spinning to the floor.
She was naked.
At first she teased Kurtzberg, keeping her legs tight together so Kurtzberg couldn’t see the treasures hidden between them. Then they slowly came apart, revealing the smooth, hairless labia of her pussy. Her slender tail came up between her legs and the arrowhead tip lightly ran between the pale folds of her flesh.
She jumped back into his lap and ground her naked crotch against him with smooth thrusts of her hips. Kurtzberg gasped as he felt her grind against his erect cock. His underpants and trousers felt painfully constrictive.
“I think it’s time for the real fun,” the girl purred.
She reached down and unzipped his fly. A delicate hand reached in and gently extricated his cock. It was already slick with pre-cum after her lap dance. She pulled it up and out of his fly until it stood up straight and proud.
Her warm hand gently stroked up and down his shaft. She leaned forward, giving him a close-up view of her creamy-white breasts, and raised her pussy up over his erection.
Was she really going to? Kurtzberg thought. His blood was pumping so fast through his veins he thought his heart might explode from the excitement.
She smiled and fixed her deep black eyes on his. Gently she guided his cock to the opening of her vagina, holding him there as her labia kissed its head. She slowly sat down, engulfing his cock in the soft flesh of her vagina.
“Ohh.” Kurtzberg moaned incoherently as he felt her moist flesh contract around him. She was so soft and warm.
She moved her hips up and down with slow, languid strokes. Kurtzberg closed his eyes and lay back with his mouth slightly agape. This was heaven. It couldn’t be a dream. It was too good to be a dream.
“Open your eyes,” the girl said.
Her voice was different and strangely familiar. Kurtzberg opened his eyes and saw Bobbi’s face in front of him, her eyes shut in ecstasy.
How?
His body didn’t care. He started to thrust back at her, lifting both of their bodies up off the seat. It was Bobbi’s body bouncing on his. It was Bobbi’s breasts swaying in front of him. It was Bobbi’s beautiful heart-shaped face flushed red with pleasure. It was Bobbi moaning at the intimacy of their bodies moving together.
It was too much.
Kurtzberg grunted loudly as the orgasm exploded from him. He pushed his hips up higher off the seat than before, driving his cock deep into her velvet warmth as he gushed semen into her hungry pussy. She pushed down against him and moaned in pleasure as her own orgasm quivered around his cock. Her vagina sucked hungrily at him, drawing every last drop of cum deep into her body.
Kurtzberg collapsed back into the chair, completely spent. Physically it had been perfect, the most wonderful release ever, but emotionally there was a hole, a nagging empty space he couldn’t quite ignore.
Bobbi opened her eyes and Kurtzberg stared through them into dark abyssal depths. A shiver ran down his spine.
“I can fool your senses, but inside you’ll always know I’m not her.” Bobbi put her hands to her face and then dropped them to reveal the sad face of the succubus.
“I’m sorry,” Kurtzberg said.
“Don’t be silly,” she said, her sad face transforming into a sunny smile. “I’m a demon. You’re not supposed to fall in love with me.”
She kissed him on the forehead again.
“I can get her for you,” she whispered in his ear.
Really? Was such a thing within her power to grant? Kurtzberg’s heart quickened at the prospect.
“You need only the opportunity to show the great love you feel for her,” the succubus continued. “I can give you that opportunity.”
“What about Greg?” Kurtzberg knew he was better for Bobbi than that peacock Greg, but while Greg was still around there was no way Bobbi would look at him.
The succubus smiled and Kurtzberg finally saw shades of the demon. “Greg won’t be a problem.” The succubus sat up and licked her lips. “I am a succubus after all.”
She stared down at him with her jet-black eyes.
“All you have to do is give me the command and I’ll make her yours.”
He’d desired Bobbi for so long. Just a chance was all he asked for. He felt sure she’d reciprocate his desire if only she could see the depth of love he held for her.
“Yes,” he said. “Please.”
The succubus beamed with excitement and clasped her hands together. “I can be your Cupid,” she said.
She leant forward and embraced him enthusiastically, squashing her full breasts against his chest. Her naked pussy rubbed against his cock and Kurtzberg felt it start to twitch back to life. The tip of her dainty little nose brushed against his as she stared into his eyes.
“A Cupid that’s about to give you a thorough lesson in how to fuck.” The succubus’s voice dropped to a sultry rasp.
Kurtzberg felt something wind around his cock—her tail, he realised with a start—before she guided him back inside her soft warmth and all conscious thought was blown aside by the wildfire of her lust.
“You’re a nice boy,” the succubus said, pumping her hips up and down faster than before, “but lacking a little self-esteem.”
Oh god. She felt tighter this time and the friction was greater as she thrust her hips against him.
“I know it’s hard to maintain that with all the bullies out there, chipping at you every day, making you feel inferior.”
Her rhythm grew faster and faster and Kurtzberg groaned as he felt another orgasm rising within him.
“Yes. I think we’ll sort that out first,” the succubus said. She stared directly into his eyes.
Her vaginal muscles gave his cock a little squeeze at precisely the right point. He fired a rocket of his seed deep into her sucking vagina and lay back as the orgasm rolled on and on throughout his body. Crying out her pleasure, his succubus fell upon him, her unfurled bat wings drifting across them both like a blanket.
* * * *
“Whose idea was it to give Peter that horrid stone, yours or Jacob’s?” Bobbi asked as she and Greg lay in bed together. Early morning sunshine crept in through the curtains.
“Not me,” Greg said.
“Well you didn’t have to join in,” Bobbi said. “It wasn’t very nice.”
Greg was about to protest his innocence, but then stopped. It hadn’t exactly been his finest hour. The last thing he wanted was people around the office thinking he was another nasty little prick like Jacob.
“You know, I think I felt a little threatened when I saw the size of the arrangement he’d sent you,” Greg laughed. “I never realised he had so much of a crush on you.”
“It’s harmless,” Bobbi said. “Everyone at the office used to be completely horrible to him. I think I was the first person to talk to him like a decent human being. He’s followed me around with puppy-dog eyes ever since.
“It’s a shame,” Bobbi continued. “There’s probably a really nice person underneath all that. Did you hear what he did for Jennifer? The banks were going to repossess her home after that louse of a husband ran off. Peter went through her finances and came up with a plan the bank managers were happy with.”
“We should invite him to the usual Friday after work drinks,” Greg suggested. “It might do him some good to get out of the office and into a more social setting.”
“Aren’t you worried that might bring out the jealous Neanderthal in you?” Bobbi teased.
“Nah,” Greg said, smiling as he rolled on top of her. “Nobody knows your body as well as I do.”
Bobbi sighed beneath him.
It looked like they were going to be late again.
* * * *
Kurtzberg didn’t really know what his succubus had meant by ‘sort that out first’ until he saw Jacob walk, or rather shuffle, past his cubicle the next day. The other man appeared to be experiencing some discomfort. There was a peculiarly bow-legged quality to his gait. He ignored Kurtzberg completely.
A puff of familiar perfume caused Kurtzberg to turn his head.
His succubus was sitting on the desk. She was wearing a sexy secretary’s outfit and her long red hair was tied back in an austere ponytail.
“What did you do?” Kurtzberg whispered. After their ‘exertions’ he’d fallen into a restful sleep in the chair. When he woke in the morning his succubus was already gone.
She flashed him an innocent looking expression.
Kurtzberg watched as Jacob gingerly tried to sit in his chair. The other man’s face creased up in pain and he let out an involuntary grunt.
She put her thumb and forefinger together. Her tail flicked up and thrust back and forth through the hoop created by her thumb and forefinger.
Kurtzberg’s eyes widened. He looked back at the other cubicle where Jacob was grimacing as he tried to sit down.
His succubus nodded. Her arrow-tipped tail thrust in and out faster.
Kurtzberg grimaced in mock sympathy and then his face cracked up in a smile. He doubled over, trying not to laugh out loud.
Ouch.
* * * *
Life was getting better, Kurtzberg thought. Seeing Jacob shuffle around like a man with a terminal case of piles would be the highlight of any week, but even that was surpassed when Bobbi asked him for a date.
Okay, so it wasn’t a proper date, just a meet up with her and some friends for drinks after work, but it was a start. Proof that his succubus was already starting to work her magic.
She was here as well. Kurtzberg caught the scent of her familiar perfume as he entered the pub. Her horns, wings and tail were gone and her eyes were now a normal shade of green, but he could still recognise her as his succubus. She wore a long slinky red dress that looked absolutely stunning. She winked at him before melting into the crowd.
“What do you want?” Bobbi asked once they reached the bar.
“Um, just a coke please,” Kurtzberg replied.
He was finding it a little strange to look at Bobbi. The memories from last night, of her body moving up and down on his, kept intruding.
It hadn’t been her exactly, just his succubus wearing her body, but it still felt odd to be talking to her as if nothing had happened. Not that Kurtzberg was doing much talking anyway. He added a few words to the general conversation, but mostly he was content to lurk on the fringes.
He was surprised to feel a tap on his shoulder and turned to see it was Greg.
“Hey Peter, glad to see you could make it,” Greg said. “Listen, I’m sorry about that Valentine’s thing. I thought it was a bit of joking around. I didn’t realise you have to put up with that shit all the time.”
Kurtzberg didn’t know what to say. He wasn’t sure if Greg was being genuine or setting him up for something else.
“Bobbi gave me a right bollocking about it I can tell you,” Greg said. He gave Bobbi a warm glance. “I can always rely on her to give me a swift kick up the ass when I start acting like a prat.”
“You love her?” Kurtzberg asked.
“Fucking worship her, mate,” Greg said. “I’m hoping we can get married sometime next year.”
Kurtzberg was a little surprised. He’d always pegged Greg as another pretty boy asshole, running the usual bullshit so he could get inside Bobbi’s knickers. This sounded genuine, as if he really loved her.
Genuine...but not succubus proof.
Halfway through their conversation Greg zoned out. Kurtzberg realised the other man wasn’t looking at him, but instead at a point over his left shoulder. He turned and wasn’t surprised to see his succubus standing by a pillar, looking the perfect vision of temptation in her crimson dress. She shot Greg a glance with her emerald eyes that would have set on fire even the frostiest of hearts.
Greg didn’t even bother to excuse himself from the conversation as he walked towards Kurtsberg’s succubus.
Kurtzberg watched him go and smiled. It was all going to plan.
It did trouble him a little though, that Greg didn’t seem to be the shallow asshole he thought he was. When Greg spoke about Bobbi it seemed to be with genuine affection.
Kurtzberg looked over to where Bobbi was talking with her friends. God, she was so lovely.
He looked over to where Greg was talking with his succubus. She had a hand on his hip. She turned and her green eyes met Kurtzberg’s across the crowded floor. They momentarily turned black as she smiled in triumph. Her hand slipped lower and Greg jolted as if shocked.
Kurtzberg looked back at Bobbi. As genuine as Greg’s feelings were for her, they couldn’t be as pure as the love he felt for her. This was meant to happen.
“Have you seen Greg?” Bobbi asked when he returned with the drinks.
Should he tell her? Would that seem too much like gloating?
“Um…”
“Oh never mind, he’s probably off chatting to some girl or another,” Bobbi said. “He can be such a rogue sometimes. It’s what I love about him.”
“And you don’t mind?” Kurtzberg asked.
“Men are men,” Bobbi smiled. “They can’t help looking. Any girl with issues about that is only going to make both her and her partner crazy.”
Bobbi watched a well-built man in a muscle shirt walk past.
“And of course it means he can’t complain either when I ogle the hunks,” Bobbi whispered to Kurtzberg.
“It sounds like you have a good relationship,” Kurtzberg said.
“Yeah, I think we do,” Bobbi said. “It’s funny. I used to think relationship was a dirty word. I suppose it’s because all the others had been with losers that screwed around behind my back.”
Her eyes went a little dreamy.
“Then you find the right person and you just know.”
She noticed Kurtzberg’s downcast expression.
“Oh Peter, one day you’ll find that person and then you’ll know. We just need to get you out of your shell. Come and talk to Cath and Jasmine. They don’t bite.”
Kurtzberg paused, a host of conflicting emotions battling in his mind.
What he was doing was wrong. Really wrong.
She loved Greg and Greg loved her. This wasn’t some flimsy physical relationship.
Did he want Bobbi, or did he want her to be happy?
She was happy with Greg. Could he really destroy that?
No, he couldn’t. It wasn’t right.
He could be satisfied in the knowledge she was truly happy. That would be enough for him. Her light was still bright enough, even when viewed from afar.
Oh shit! His succubus. He had to stop her before she did...well, whatever she was going to do to Greg.
He rushed across the pub to where he’d seen them earlier. They weren’t there.
Oh fuck, he hoped his succubus wasn’t murdering Greg or anything like that. She looked sweet and harmless, but she was still a demon after all. He stood on the spot and looked around the pub.
He noticed a commotion taking place around the toilets. A group of drunken lads were clustered around the open door and loudly egging on whatever activity was taking place inside.
Kurtzberg pushed his way through the laughing and jeering onlookers to the entrance of the bathroom. The bright white lights and sterile tiles formed a strong contrast to the intimate yellow lights in the main room.
Greg was fucking Kurtzberg’s succubus on top of the sink counter.
Kurtzberg supposed he shouldn’t be too surprised. She was a succubus after all.
Greg stood against the sink, his trousers and underwear around his ankles. Kurtzberg’s succubus sat on the counter, her red dress up around her waist and her thighs clasped around Greg’s body. He thrust back and forth into her, completely oblivious to the audience watching.
“How fucking pissed…?” one of the lads said.
“Jammy fucker,” another added.
His succubus turned and smiled at Kurtzberg. She ran a tongue over her full lips as she thrust her hips back at Greg.
There was a disturbance behind Kurtzberg. Someone was trying to push their way through.
“No Bobbi, you don’t want to see. Trust me on this.”
Bobbi stormed through and then stopped next to Kurtzberg. She looked like she had been petrified on the spot, an expression of shock frozen onto her face.
“Oh-oh,” one of the drunken lads said, nudging his mate with a knowing wink.
The corner of her mouth trembled, the tip of the iceberg to the maelstrom of emotions seething beneath. Water welled up in her eyes as trembling cracks ran through the mask her face had become.
Greg turned to look at the crowd gathered around the entrance. He looked confused, uncertain of where he was or what he was doing.
“Bobbi?”
He looked back at the girl on the counter. He looked down to where his cock was currently buried up to the hilt in the other girl’s vagina. Aghast, he suddenly became aware of what he was doing and who was watching while he did it. The colour drained from his face.
Kurtzberg’s succubus stared at Bobbi with her green eyes and pouted her lips. She crossed her ankles behind Greg’s buttocks and pulled him close.
It was enough to take him over the edge. Greg gave a low moan and his body shuddered all the way up from his toes as he pumped the full contents of his balls into the succubus’s waiting pussy. She sighed and closed her eyes as her own orgasm shuddered through her.
The lads in the crowd gave a beery cheer.
The juices from the aftermath of their sex dribbled down the front of the counter.
His succubus opened her eyes and stared brazenly at Bobbi.
Tremors became cracks, became chasms. Bobbi shattered with a brittle sob and turned and ran away through the leering crowd.
Kurtzberg shuffled after her. This hadn’t been what he’d wanted, but it was too late for regrets. It had happened and the best he could do was offer whatever comfort he could to Bobbi.
Besides, if Greg’s feelings for Bobbi had been as pure as he’d said, then surely he’d have been able to resist the succubus.
Bobbi was outside, wailing and flailing her fists against the wall.
“How could he. How could he,” she screamed.
“Are you okay?” Kurtzberg asked.
“Do I fucking look okay!” Bobbi screamed, her eyes flashing with rage. “That asshole. I thought he was the one and he ends up screwing the first slut that comes along. He’s just like all the others.”
“I’m sorry,” Kurtzberg said.
What did he do here? Did he move to give her a sympathetic hug, or would that seem too forward?
Kurtzberg stood awkwardly in front of her.
Bobbi fell against him, looking for a shoulder to cry on. Kurtzberg stiffly brought his arms up to hold her, still a little tentative and unsure.
“Fucking men,” Bobbi cried. “All the bloody same. How could he. Right there in front of everyone.”
“We’re not all the same,” Kurtzberg said. “Some of us care.”
He paused. Here was the moment.
“I care.”
Bobbi stopped crying and looked up at him. Kurtzberg smiled down at her.
Yes, now she’d see how much he loved her.
Bobbi’s face twisted in anger.
“Are you…I don’t believe it…you choose a time like this to make a pass at me?”
She shoved him backwards.
“Of all the stupid, insensitive, cynical… Oh fuck off.”
She turned her back on him and walked away.
“But…”
It wasn’t supposed to happen like this.
He went to take a step after her, but one of Bobbi’s friends blocked his way.
“Not a good time,” she said. “Best leave her alone, okay.”
Kurtzberg stayed where he was and watched as they got in a taxi and drove off.
“But I love you,” he murmured.
* * * *
It wasn’t supposed to happen this way, Kurtzberg raged when he got back to his flat. She was supposed to see how much he loved her and love him back. He’d told her he cared and she’d told him to fuck off. That wasn’t in the fucking script.
We just need to get you out of your shell.
Yeah right. What did it fucking matter anyway? His shell was all people looked at anyway, this ghastly lumbering hulk of a shell. They never bothered to look inside to the real him.
Kurtzberg slumped into his armchair, surrounded by a black funk. He didn’t know how long he stayed in that state. He was eventually shaken from it by traces of a familiar perfume.