Succubus Awakens

I instinctively knew I could speed that up significantly by taking more than what was owed, by skewing the balance between us on purpose and feeding on their energy. But I wasn't really interested in that. It felt good to maintain a balance with my clients for one. Secondly, I knew it would be an abomination and it would twist my own soul to take what wasn't owed or offered, and my mind flinched from it. Thirdly, if I fed more, then I would harm them, what I was taking now didn't permanently harm them at all. Lastly, I had no need of more power, I was already powerful enough from what I could figure.

My ambitions lied in controlling that magic, and using it with integrity, not in gaining more of it. It wasn't even tempting at all, after all back then I'd had no enemies I knew of.

Regardless, it was after those two weeks when things took a turn.

I'd just gotten on the line to pick up lunch, when my phone went off in my pocket. We weren't allowed to use it in class, but they didn't care about lunchtime or between classes, even if it was technically against the rules. So I pulled out my phone and opened up the text, and immediately felt a flush of shame, shock, and fear as I saw it was picture.

A picture of me on my knees, in a perfect profile view, my moistened lips sliding down Diego's extremely fat but relatively short and delicious cock. There could be no doubt it was me, and I looked like nasty slut looking up at him, and I felt a surge of heat through my body that made me wet even as a shock of terror at what this meant went down my spine.

I closed the phone quick and looked behind me, and relaxed. No one had been behind me yet, so no one could've seen the text. There'd also been a message, come to the newspaper club room now. I was frozen in indecision for a long moment, then I straightened back and left the line and headed for the door.

My eyes found Jenna, my best friend, and I gave her an apologetic look as I shrugged helplessly with a tinge of annoyance.

Jenna just rolled her eyes and waved my way. Clearly annoyed I wasn't even going to eat lunch with her first that day, before I disappeared on her. She thought the last two weeks I'd been working on a special project the last half of lunch. I loved her as a friend, but it didn't seem prudent to tell her I'd become a whore for college money.

The adrenaline hit my blood about then, and my heart started to pound in my chest. There'd been no pictures, I'd made sure of that, and the guys had all promised not to tell anyone. My mind was spinning with lust and fear, and even as my heart pounded and I felt scared my life was about to explode, there was also a thrill to it. Not only did someone else know, they'd probably seen it.

Yup, definitely an exhibitionist.

I took a deep breath and blushed at my own actions when I knocked lightly on the door before pushing it open. As if I didn't want to invade their privacy before barging in. Those manners seemed completely backwards in that moment as I walked into the room and closed the door.

There were three people in the room, two guys sitting on the couch and another young woman over at the computer desk. All of them seniors on the school paper, and I recognized them all of course, with less than fifty in my graduating class. It was a small town, everyone knew everyone. But I didn't really know them, we moved in different circles.

Ryan was a bit short, just five foot nine, with short brown hair and brown eyes. He had a slim carriage, but his face wasn't hard to look at in the least. He looked up at me in shock, with wide eyes, and I could feel his lust as he stared at me, and not a small bit of fear and worry.

Not a small point, most of the guys in school wanted to fuck me, so the lust wasn't really a surprise. I was hot after all, sweet beautiful face of an angelic model, and a body built for fucking.

The other guy was Danny. He was six foot one with a medium build. Quite a nice body actually, but unfortunately, he had a bad complexion issue still, despite being eighteen and a senior. He wasn't ugly though, I had a feeling in two years he'd be a complete panty dropper and stud, but... not yet, and he certainly lacked the confidence to catch a woman's eye because of it. I felt the same lust, insecurity, and fear in him.

The young woman on the school paper was Bobbi. Bobbi was cute and petite at five foot one, with dark brown flowing hair, dark brown chocolate eyes, and a somewhat curvy body in proportion to her height. She had lovely B cups, and I knew from the girl's locker room they were rounded and pert, and she had a tight heart shaped ass. Her skin was a lovely light golden brown.

She'd also done videos as well as yearbook from what I knew. From her I sensed confidence, and also more than a little lust. It was her that spoke in a firm tone, obviously taking the lead among the three.

"Alexis, come on over here and see this."

I took a deep breath and hid my fear, and my anger, as I walked over.

She pointed at the screen, where a video of me sucking off Marshal was playing.

I glared at her.

She said, "That's not the best part, or the most interesting. Here it comes. You look so hot cumming while he sprays the back of your throat. Still not the best part..."

Despite myself, I was getting warm, and more than a little wet as the memory of that encounter filled my mind, not to mention the shame and thrill at knowing someone else was watching it. I was also terrified, which was a wicked combination, and it had my head in a fog of lust and anger both.

Then she paused it, just after I cleaned it up and packed it away, while he was handing me forty bucks. Shit, shit, shit, repeated in my head several times.

I sighed, "What do you want?"

Bobbi looked up at my face, and her eyes widened.

"Don't worry, this isn't blackmail... exactly."

I laughed shortly, without humor, "Then what is it?"

Bobbi blushed.

"Alexis, I've had a major crush on you since the ninth grade. Do you know how hard it is to be the only lesbian in our postage stamp town? Wait, let me back up, so this makes sense. We noticed the middle of last week when we came in the room after classes that it smelled different. We didn't recognize the scent right away, because of course it had faded quite a lot between lunch and after hours. We knew someone had been in there, among our stuff, though nothing was taken. We picked up the same scent again on Thursday, but it was a lot stronger and I recognized it as the smell of sex that time."

That made sense, I'd blown three of them that day in quick succession, and I had creamed in my panties hard three times as a result. That had made the room smell like a damned bordello.

Bobbi continued, "So, I set up a webcam on the computer, and set it up to only record on motion, to find out what was going on. You... fuck, Alexis. You're the smartest girl in school, the most beautiful too, with the hottest body. The fact your blowing guys for forty bucks, on the football team, and no one was talking was a shocking surprise. You know you have a reputation as being unconquerable, half the guys in school have been trying to fuck you their whole high school career."

I relaxed slightly and gained a little confidence, at the surge of lust I felt from her as she looked up into my eyes, not to mention her words. I also felt the chemical romance, empty chemical affection but true affection nonetheless, and I realized that Bobbi hadn't been lying. She had a major thing for me. Not just lust at my appearance, but a crush which included not a slight bit of adoring heroine worship.

I chuckled a bit sultrily, while the fear drained out of me at that realization, the fog of lust had almost completely taken over, "I see. So, what is this about then, if not blackmail, sort of?"

Bobbi blushed, "Well, I was wondering if you wouldn't mind a similar donation from us, for a similar transaction. I'm serious, Alexis. I've dreamed of seeing your face and beautiful violet eyes between my legs more than once when rubbing one out. If you say no, then that'll be the end of it, we just used the picture to get you here and so you'd know we knew what was going on."

She turned scarlet at that point, which was understandable. She'd just put herself out there in a way that was as revealing as the video we'd just watched. Maybe more so, because the video was just lust and fellatio, she'd showed me her feelings and desires for me.

I also relaxed further at that, they wanted to be more clients? I'd never given head to a woman before, but the idea wasn't unappealing, and Bobbi was petite, sexy, and very attractive in my opinion. It also softened me the rest of the way toward her, and I decided to offer her what I only offered my friends and family.

"Call me Lexi. The guys?" I asked as I turned my head around to look. They both felt that lust, a surge of impossible hope, and fear of rejection.

She waved at Danny, "Yes, them too. Danny is a virgin, and Ryan's only experience was a horror show from what he told us. They're my best friends, so we talk about everything. Umm..."

I raised an eyebrow, "What?"

She looked at Danny pointedly.

Danny cleared his throat, "Do you... would you, consider an upgrade package, of sorts."

A thrill shot down my spine at the idea of taking his virginity, of giving him the memory of the hottest girl in school taking that innocence and rocking his world. Although it wasn't lost on me that I'd also be giving him mine, but he didn't have to know that. It wasn't like I still had a barrier, and I'd practiced fucking with vegetables as much as I'd practiced sucking and deep throating. My floor muscles were quite... not normal from what I could figure. They were independent somehow, and quite strong, I could ripple my pussy lengthwise, a wave of contracting squeezing, instead of all or nothing.

They were also a lot more powerful than a human woman's.

Point being, I'd done just as much research there, and though I'd never done it yet I was sure I knew exactly how to pleasure a man with my pussy. There was also the matter of the instant feedback, the magic would make his pleasure mine in addition to my own, so I'd know when I was rocking his world.

My only real concern was pregnancy, as far as I knew I was no more immune to getting knocked up than the next girl. Disease was also a thought, but I'd never been sick in my life. Not even once, so even back then in the beginning I was fairly sure I was immune to that sort of thing, even if my partner wasn't clean that I'd always stay that way. I'd learn in the future that for a succubus neither was an issue, that I could only get pregnant if I wanted to courtesy of my magic which worked similarly to a contraceptive potion, but at that point I wasn't making those assumptions at all.

"Twice the cost of a blowjob, and you'll have to wear a condom," I said with heated promise in my voice.

I chuckled sultrily, I'd never seen someone get so hard so fast, and I was quite pleased with the size of the bulge in his jeans. Danny's face might not have been something to write home about yet, but his body was delicious, including his cock size apparently. The high side of average, maybe a little bigger than Jason.

I was also soaked at that point.

Bobbi asked, "So, will you?"

I sensed her fear of rejection, and I realized despite my seeming willingness to take Danny's virginity for eighty bucks she wasn't making assumptions about my willingness to lick her out.

I smiled down at her, "Yes, so how do we do this?"

A part of me hoped right there and right now, and that they'd all stay to watch the other two. The thought sent a naughty thrill down my spine, I was definitely an exhibitionist. But they weren't magical sluts who got off on being whores, so I figured chances were that they wouldn't want me performing on them in front of the others.

She said, "After school, at my house. My parents both work and we can take turns using my room. I... it will be more comfortable in a bed, and I want to see your body."

I flushed with pleasure at that, and said, "Just text me the address, you already have my number."

She blushed. She really was attractive, and I liked her hot little body, even if it couldn't compare to my sumptuously ripe curves. I knew that tastes abounded, and apparently mine included all body types. It was also a new thing for me, I'd never even considered being a with a woman before then, being cock obsessed the last two years. The idea appealed to me and excited me far more than I'd expected it to, when I started considering it.

I was also a little disappointed, the next two and a half hours of school was going to be hell. My body tingled, was flushed with heated need, and I was soaked below. I was ready to fuck and suck now, not later. My pussy was quivering at the idea of finally taking in a cock.

On the other hand, from sixteen to eighteen I'd learned iron control over my crazy libido through abstinence until just two weeks ago, and it wasn't that hard to push it down. I didn't want to come across as a desperate whore, it was bad enough I was a wanton whore during the act itself.

"The videos, delete them please."

Bobbi nodded and turned toward the computer.

Ryan grimaced, and said, "Wait, what if she goes back on our deal? Plus, the videos are hot."

A surge of anger went through me. I was an honest whore after all, and I gave what my clients had earned. Plus, the tone in his voice scared me, as if maybe he wasn't quite on the same page as Bobbi was as far as the possibilities of blackmail. That anger and fear stormed in my chest and mixed into something like rage, even as I was shocked by that response.

Apparently, I was very proud of my whorish behavior, and to say I didn't appreciate my integrity being questioned on the matter would be a major understatement. I felt insulted, threatened, and full of rage, and in that moment my magic rose up in me. Not to share or engender pleasure in balance, nor to feed, but protectively on my behalf in a way that I'd never felt before.

The magic silently and invisibly reached out, through my receptive empathy I think, it felt like it was tracing the flows of his emotions like swimming upriver. His body the source of the river, mine the mouth, and his emotions the water.

I glared at him, "I will be there this afternoon. The videos have to go, and you will not speak of our deal to anyone, or even breath a word that I'm trading sex for money, or that we even had sex. Fuck, don't even tell anyone outside this room that you've ever talked to me, do you understand?"

His eyes went wide and his body slack, "I understand, and I'm sorry."

Neither Bobbi nor Danny seemed to recognize their friend had gone unnaturally relaxed in that moment, and both of them were looking at him in disgust for what he'd said. No doubt worried that he'd just ruined their chances to feel my tongue, lips, and pussy giving them pleasure.

I kind of got that, Danny's virginity was on the line and guys could be fired up on that subject, as well as Bobbi's first chance to satisfy her own lesbian needs and with the girl she'd been crushing on for years. I felt their fear at that possible loss, so the slightly unfocused eyes and the way Ryan had melted back onto the couch didn't register as odd to them in the least.

I'd know if it had, receptive empathy would've picked up their shock and confusion.

Point being, there was no reason to do the same to the other two, as I felt my power recede from Ryan's body and return to my own as that magical connection was removed. Even more than that, I felt their disgust at the idea of trying to ruin my life or holding that over my head. They wouldn't betray me, no more than the six football players I'd been blowing for two weeks.

I also instinctively knew he'd follow that one order until the day he died, and I also knew he'd remember it and that his inability to talk about me would probably confuse him. That instant and lasting obedience to my words without quite understanding why. But it was what it was, and it was the first time I'd used my enthrallment.

It also explained why this scene had played out in my mind, without actual sex in it, and the magic not skipping straight to the main event at Bobbi's house. Clearly, the magic was making me relive all my sexual conquests as well as all the times I'd used enthrallment. They were probably hoping for some clue or greater understanding on how that power worked and acted, so they'd be able to more easily identify any uses of the so-called permanent enthrallment power.

Ridiculous.

Chapter Four -- A Bunch of Firsts

On the way to Bobbi's house, I was mentally planning out a future that would never happen, a least not in whole. It'd occurred to me that high-class call-girls or escorts could make a couple of thousand a night. I was a fantastic fuck, beautiful, and sexy, more than a match for most models.

I was also eighteen, and I had no idea how long I'd look that old at the time but that wasn't even on my radar at the time. Point being, once I got out of my town, I imagined I could more than pay for college as an escort. So much so, I suspected I not only wouldn't I have education bills to pay, but I'd have enough money to retire. Not that I would.

My empathy would also leverage that, I wasn't just a good fuck with a body built for sin with the face of an angel. I could be an incredibly successful seductress using that projective empathy. Reading others made for very easy friendships, it was more than simple to find those hot buttons in others and avoid them. It also allowed me to detect interest, and abandon subjects they didn't care about, or pursue ones they were passionate about.

It appealed to me, a couple of grand not just for sex, but for a whole date and showing a man a good time, good conversation, and the rest of it. Even to be arm candy for a night, turned me on a whole lot with the usual flush of shame that somehow made it even more delicious of a concept.

That made the forty and eighty dollars for sucking and fucking that I'd set seem cheap. I was worth more than that, and I knew it. On the other hand, I had no inclination to stop, and there was a reality bar to the whole thing that truly counted. Forty bucks was all a senior in high school could afford to drop once, twice, or for a couple of the football players three times a week, working a part time job.

Rich clients weren't an option yet at that time in my life, and I wasn't willing to give up the thrill of it. Plus, forty wasn't all that bad, when all I was giving them was ten to fifteen minutes of my time and a whole lot of pleasure that I shared in. I didn't want to stop, and I wasn't arrogant or stupid enough to demand more. That added up to something like a hundred and sixty an hour, of actual sexual effort I mean, so nothing to sneeze at either.

No, the richer payoffs for being a call girl instead of a common whore would come later. The idea warmed my whole body, doing that to work my way through college, and perhaps even beyond. I was more than a little wet and ready to go from planning that all out in my head, and in figuring out the research I'd have to do to get it done later.

I wasn't too worried about needing protection, given my discovery of enthrallment. I knew if any of my clients got abusive or refused to pay, that I was more than capable of handling a human male on my own.

Bobbi's house was upper middle class, no doubt her parents both had good jobs. The tradeoff was I imagined Bobbi's parents weren't around much, if she was offering up her house for my use as a bordello, at least when it came to her, Danny, and Ryan.

The bottom level of the house was brick outside, and the top a light brownish red siding just a few shades darker and more subdued than the bright red bricks. It was a split-level ranch with four levels and quite large, from what I could see from the outside, and the lawn was pristine.