The Essence of Rose [Tale 1 of 3]

Her lingerie and clothing were gone and the shower was silent; the only sound in the room was the ambience of the room I was currently in that looked like some sort of hotel room.

"One night stand," I muttered, having very faint memories of the previous night.

I remembered the sight of Rose's indescribable bare body, the feeling of each orgasm, and all that she had told me throughout the session of intercourse. Everything else was a blur. A haze of fogged memories. Then it clicked.

How did I get here?

Those five words that had rambled my mind prior to the intense intercourse.

"How did I get here?" I questioned myself.

I tried to recall any memory of meeting Rose prior. I wasn't drunk, seeing I don't drink, and I didn't recall ever coming into meeting with Rose or where it even started. I jogged my memories for any recollection of anything before engaging in sex with Rose. I was surprised I even remembered her name, given my current predicament. Nothing came. It was all just a massive blur.

"Shit! My wallet!" I exclaimed, having wondered if she had drugged me

I scrambled out of the bed, slipping on my boxers to look at least presentable, and quickly searched my jeans for my wallet. I had heard stories of bad one night stands in the past, and what some women would do to get what THEY want.

Strangely, my wallet was untouched. It hadn't even been touched or foiled with since last night. My current balance of $153 was there, along with my ID, social security card, credit cards, and membership cards. She hadn't drugged me or had ill intent to get free cash, so what had she done this for? Why had she lured me into having sex with her and giving me an ACTUAL good time?

I stood up completely baffled, up until I noticed something on the nightstand where she had been on the bed the previous night. It was nothing fancy, just a folded up piece of lined paper that I expected to be some form of a note. I was correct as I unfolded the paper.

Thanks for the good time. I look forward to seeing you again very soon!

-Yours forever,

Rose <3

I had no idea how to think about that. I wasn't married, so I hadn't cheated or done anything morally wrong, but the one thing that caught me by surprise the most was the "I look forward to seeing you again" line. In a way, it kinda aroused me, but at the same time, I wasn't sure if I wanted to see her again. Who was she? Why couldn't I remember anything about her prior to the sex? Was the sex worth it?

I couldn't answer any of those questions, so instead of giving myself a further headache, I decided to just get what I needed the most in that moment; a shower. One thing about the whole situation that I found fortunate was that she had at least had the decency to keep my only change of clothes clean of any body liquids. I was lost on so many levels. Who was this woman? What did she want? Was I crazy and just hallucinating things?

I stripped myself of my boxers, turned the water to hot, and hopped into the shower, unsure of how to feel about the ordeal. Part of me wanted the sex, while another was screaming to look further into it. I ignored my conflicting thoughts as I felt the warm water come over my body and seep away the excrement of last night.

The door to a somewhat pub opened, entering Rose, quickly being engulfed by the musty cloud of cigarette smoke, and the sound of a nearby group of men engaging in a game of 8 ball. This smell was no stranger to her, because she had worked here for the majority of her life. The heavy door shut behind her as she made easy steps toward the front desk that resembled a bartenders workspace.

"Welcome back, Roseline," the shady frontman replied in a voice that resembled the rumble of an earthquake. "Did you have fun?"

Rose didn't engage in conversation with who she knew as, "Cosman." She just sat down her purse and pulled out a rectangular card of some sort. Cosman snapped it from between two of her delicate fingers and placed it under the counter.

"Clocking in already, eh?" Cosman questioned sarcastically. "That's not like you, Roseline. You usually go for a banger around the clock."

Rose only gave him a slight glare.

"Last night's subject was 'different,' Rose replied with somewhat hesitation. "Guy may have been a first-timer, but he showed resistance. Even to my usual essence spell."

"Seems you're losing your touch, missy," Cosman replied.

Rose rolled her eyes, lighting a cigarette and taking in the toxic fumes, exhaling it out her nostrils and mouth. It helped to calm her nerves and as she took the first drag, she could only reminisce about all of the events the night prior.

"Please, Cosman," Rose replied cynically, exhaling the cigarette's fumes. "You only wished you could fuck me. Hell, you couldn't even if you tried."

Rose took another drag of her cigarette, admiring the desperate look that had befallen Cosman's face and letting out the cloud of smoke.

"So, where's Balmon? I need to talk to him." Rose questioned.

"In the back," Cosman replied rather quickly. "Why do you need to speak with him?"

Rose took another long drag of her cigarette, letting the fumes escape her nostrils and mouth, aiming them at the ceiling.

"Business," Rose replied simply.

Cosman took that response with clarity that Rose wasn't joking around. He grabbed the phone from the side wall of the front area.

"Hey, Roseline's back, and she says she needs to talk to you, boss," Cosman spoke into the speaker.

"Very well. Send her back," The voice came clear over the opposite end.

Rose finished the cigarette, taking one last drag and exploiting the mist of toxicity into the upper ceiling where that same fog of misty smog lingered. She smothered the cigarette out in the nearest ashtray then took her leave to the back of the private pub. On the way to the back, she came across her fellow employees, each resembling the same features required to work in such an occupation; flawless skin, perfectly shaped bodies, breasts that would arouse any man or woman, and lingerie that barely hid the features.

The back part of the pub consisted of private rooms solely intended for practice in the occupation. Rose could hear the nearby moans of the current practitioners as much as smell the same scent emanated the previous night; sex. Whether it be man/woman or woman/woman intercourse, it didn't matter. This was a very private and secret occupation.

The door to Balmon's office came into her sights, turning the knob and opening the door to an unkempt room with pictures of smut caked to the walls. Rose didn't need to knock or introduce herself accordingly; she was a veteran in this place.

"Ah, Rose," Balmon greeted. "Have a seat, my dear."

Balmon was a mix of many things. He appeared as a tall thin man with devilish looks that even made Rose's body fall to arousement. At first. Nowadays, Rose wasn't even phased by Balmon's appearance and knew him better than any other employee in that place. He was dressed like your usual businessman with his feet kicked up on the desk he sat behind.

Rose took his greeting with a smile and took a seat in one of the two provided chairs. Balmon, in a way of being respectful to his guest, lowered his feet to the floor and looked at Rose with sympathy in his gaze.

"So, what does one of my top employees want?" Balmon proposed wholly.

Rose took a deep breath and just spat out what was on her mind.

"Regarding last night, I was nearly unable to hold my spell on the one you sent me to seduce," Rose started.

Balmon's gaze snapped to Rose's upon those words. Rose continued, knowing she had his attention.

"He also... managed to assure dominance even under my influence," Rose confessed further.

"How so?" Balmon questioned.

"I'm not sure, but that's not why I wanted to talk to you," Rose assured. "Mortals breaking free of my spell is the least of my worries."

Balmon raised an eyebrow. He had no idea where this conversation was going.

"Last night was different from the rest I've been assigned. It was... perfect," Rose had wandered off, reminiscing about the sensations she had experienced the previous night.

"So, what are you saying?" Balmon questioned.

"Given that this mortal gave me an experience unlike the many others I've seduced, I want to make this one my "permanent."

Balmon jumped at that.

A "permanent" to a succubus was a victim for life. One that they would return to and seduce to the succubus's greatest desires, until the victim had passed away to the afterlife. While it was fortunate to a succubus, the same couldn't be said for the victim themselves. Given what a succubus had to do to remain undiscovered by the mortal, the sessions of unconditional intercourse would slowly shatter the psyche of the victim, driving them to insanity and normally ending up committing suicide to escape the endless torture.

It was a rare thing for a succubus to request a permanent victim, given most prefer to remain diverse with their sexual desires.

Balmon had not expected one of his top employees to give their unconditional bond to a mortal that, until the night prior, was a virgin. Rose had slept with and seduced thousands of both men and women. She had experienced intercourse with many, and this feeble virgin of only twenty three years of age was the one that had overwhelmed his top succubus to this decision?

"You do realize that you put your own kind in danger of exposure in doing this, Rose," Balmon persuaded. "You even said that he managed to escape your spell to keep him from doing anything against what you wanted."

"I suppose I'll have to double his dosage then," Rose said in a kinky tone. "He may have caught me off guard last night, but I promise that he won't break my essence spell again."

Balmon still seemed to disagree with the whole thing, not wanting his business of pleasuring demonic women that he had been gifted with to go down with a possibility of exposure. However, Rose was his most experienced and potent succubus in his business. She could practically handle herself, given that she was a demonic being for one, and by far the most fatally attractive.

Rose had dealt with some of the worst people you could name, but through each one it had either come out with the job being complete and unscathed, or she had to resort to defending herself. She could snap necks, slit throats, and easily had strength unmatched by any mortal being that ever had the pleasure of engaging with her. While she held a pretty face, she was far from weak.

Balmon took a moment to think over about his most lethally gifted child, a devilish grin forming on his face, which was fitting given the fact that he was a demon.

"In doing this, you also realize you are mentally fucking up your "permanent," Balmon slithered. "Your presence during your night runs with this individual will not hold up well for him as time goes by."

Rose lit another cigarette and replied with a devious smile on her face.

"I don't give a fuck what happens to the mortal, I'm just interested in his dick and the pleasure he serves me very well. I'm a succubus, I'm not meant to have emotional regret for my fortunate victims. I only care about one thing; hardcore sex. The victim solely exists for only my pleasure, even if he may have gotten a little more than I usually allow my victims last night."

She took a small drag, allowing Balmon to respond.

"I'm glad your head is still in the right place and that you didn't actually fall in love with this simpleton," Balmon replied with satisfaction. "As long as you keep that attitude with this mortal as your "permanent," you can fuck him as much as you want to. I've been needing the other girls to get double shifts done anyway, so maybe they might take this as an inspiration to be more aggressive during their night shifts, knowing the potential award the more they persist."

"I'd never fall for some mortal just because of a good shift. While sex is what I live for, I also need to put time in for myself to get my own dose of self-pleasure," Rose cooed.

"You devious little shit," Balmon replied with full satisfaction. "You really do know what you're doing."

Rose only smiled, taking a drag of her cigarette and exhaling the fumes to the ceiling tiles.

"I'm going to enjoy the pleasure of fucking the hell out of this mortal, both mentally and physically."

A devilish giggle followed her words, taking the cigarette from her soft lips and placing it in the ashtray on Balmon's desk.

"Finish that up for me," she finished in a seductive tone, standing up and walking out of the room.

Before she left though, she turned and blew Balmon a kiss as a way of thanking him for this opportunity, then she returned to her provided room and passed out on her soft bed, sleeping the day away to await the night ahead.

David Talran, the victim of the previous night, walked up the steps of his apartment complex coming to his door with two numbers on it. Thirteen, a number he had come to find distasteful, given his living conditions being nothing less than the lowest. Turning the key to his apartment and opening the door, he flicked on the lights to the sight that he came to every single time he returned from somewhere.

To his right; a tattered worn couch that had seen better days and looked like it had been something straight out of the 70s. In front of that; a wooden table with empty soda pop cans and an old pizza box devoid of its contents littered on top. He wasn't necessarily the cleanest fellow, but he did his best to keep tidy. Across from the table was an older television that looked like your casual 90s era box design 18-20 inch screen piece of shit, but he didn't care. It did its job.

On the far right adjacent side of the apartment was the kitchen where plates were stacked in the sink. Based on his experience of waking up in a random hotel after a night of intercourse with some woman who had also paid his hotel room bill of $50, and having no memory of how he had gotten there or how he had met this flawless goddess in the first place, his day had been far from normal in the slightest.

He no longer needed Playboy or Hustler magazines to get off to in his personal self pleasure sessions, because that image of Rose still remained painted in his mind. Her black hair, hazel eyes, flawless shape, pristine breasts, and natural beauty all stuck to his psyche like nails to wood. It just disappointed him that he couldn't remember meeting her or the majority of the intercourse.

Part of him wanted her so badly, while another told him just to forget she was ever a thing. She may have been generous enough to pay his hotel bill and not rob him of his belongings, but the least she gave him in her company was the fact that his V card was officially expired for good. He knew the intercourse wasn't a figment of his imagination, because the sensation was too real and there was evidence of Rose being there based on the note she'd left.

David pulled himself from his lewd thoughts, grabbed the remote and flicked on the tv to the default news channel. The dishes and various other chores that he had yet to do could wait. He eventually settled for a program that he really didn't want to watch, but it was all he had, so it was better than the news. Eventually, the television program grew so boring that he had passed out on the couch. Once his breaths were shallow enough to determine he was officially asleep, from the shadows, Rose manifested.

She was dressed in lingerie that, just like her panties and bra had determined the previous night, barely hid her finest features. Something she knew David would drool over, given her many years of seducing men and women. Only there was one exception with this night, and as she stepped into the reflected light of the tv screen, it was clear.

This night she had come in her raw true form; wings that spread wide enough to meet the couch's width, dark red skin that, just like her human appearance, was flawless, neon green eyes with a black outline and blood-red pupils that would pierce anybody's soul if seen, and a long thin tail that slithered across the apartment floor like a serpent in grass.

Her teeth were not the pearly whites of her human form and were more sharp and sinister with a long tongue split at the tip, just like a real serpent. Her fingers and toes were claws with sharp talons on the end of each separate one. The only things that remained the same in her demonic form was her pitch black hair and sexual desires that currently were screaming at her to get started with having some fun with her now-declared "permanent."

Rose started with her essence spell; a neurotoxic venom in the form of breath that sent David's mind into that same state as the previous night. With this spell also came a camouflage effect to hide her true form from David's eyes. Just to assure that David wouldn't have any chance of breaking hold of the spell, Rose cast the essence spell twice, breathing her essence further into his senses. The spell took its hold, and just like the night before, Rose proceeded to re-locating him to a better acquainted environment.

She chose the first hotel in sight, landing and changing her appearance to the usual Rose that mortals saw as normal and walked inside to the lobby. She carried David in her arms, not wasting time with the frontman, and just cast a spell on him to get the key to a room. With the key in hand, she took the elevator up to the appropriate floor, opened the door to the room she had been provided, and with a simple slip of the "do not disturb" sign to the doorknob, she closed the door and woke up David with a simple command.

"Wake up, sweetheart, I'm back for more fun with you!" Rose commanded excitedly.

David's eyes seeped open, their glow resembling that of the neon glow of Rose's own irises. He stood, seeming zombified.

"How did I get here?" was all David said, as Rose twirled her right index finger slowly, luring him in closer and closer.

"Don't worry about that, my dear," Rose cooed softly in her angelic voice. "All you need to worry about is the fun we are going to have...

She paused with a sinister giggle, adding an exclamation to what had become David's fate for the rest of his life.

"Forever...