Page 35 of The Succubi's Choice

Lundy drivesher straight to a cheesy restaurant and bar, the type of bar with a tacky mountain theme and waitresses in short kilts, and pulls the parking brake and lets the engine idle.

Miri waits for a second, before realizing that he’s not actually starting to drive again. “You’re serious?” She says, her heart pounding nonetheless and her skin feeling too tight. “I can go in there and find someone?”

“It’s where I got clearance on such short notice.” Lundy pulls out his phone, as if bored. “I figured you wouldn’t be too picky.”

She waits for a brief second, then tumbles out of the car, her feet barely touching the pavement. She’s still in her work polo and her hair is a mess, and she’s literally going to a place staffed by beautiful women in miniskirts, but…

The air conditioning slaps her across her cheeks, and the bar is full, teeming with people all watching whatever sports game that’s on the big screen.

She takes in a breath, takes in the mass of people, the wash of humans all focused on one thing, and her skin feels too tight and too small.

“How many?” A waitress in a very short mini kilt steps in front of her, breaking her worshipful reverence.

“Uh, just me I think,” she says, giving the waitress a quick once over, because she’s not going to be picky.

The waitress has soft looking curly hair, the kind of curls gotten by heat instead of nature, and beautiful baby blue eyes set with too much makeup. Her legs are long, sleek, like someone who runs for fun.

The waitress cocks her head in a clear invitation for her to follow, and Miri does, as she leads her to a table in the bar area, handing her a menu and walking away with a clear sashay, and Miri is already almost in love.

She half-heartedly orders a lemonade and a dessert, her eyes moving too fast over the entire bar until…

They fall on Thomas, leaning casually against the bar, the only one not facing the row of television.

He gives her a lazy salute, his eyes flashing red. Miri freezes.

She should call Lundy, text Gabriel or Katya or Jacqueline or leave. Make Lundy take her somewhere else, go someplace less suspicious —

The waitress with the soft looking curls slides into her booth, her knees bumping against Miri’s. “Hey,” she says, and her voice is melodic, “I have a half hour lunch.”

It’s such a clear invitation that Miri blinks, used to being the one doing the inviting, but she shrugs off the surprise and leans forward. “Is that so?”

The waitress grins, and her lips are heart-shaped and perfect. “Girls only come here alone for one reason,” she drawls, “and you’re the only girl here not with a man.”

Miri’s eyes steal over to Not-Thomas, who’s watching their exchange with a neutral look, before she drags her gaze back to the woman. “You’re not wrong.”

With a mischievous smirk, the waitress places a soft, smooth hand on Miri’s. “I have a car with blackout windows?”

And nothing sounds better, so Miri follows her out through the crowded kitchen and out into the back alley, before Miri tugs on her hand, spinning her around and pressing the waitress against the brick wall.

The waitress’s eyes light up as her back hits the brick. “Oh, you’re aggressive!” She says, delighted. “It’s been a while since I had that.”

Miri leans in, kissing her neck on that crook between her collar bones, and the waitress sighs, before writhing up against Miri’s body.

Despite being quite a bit shorter, Miri presses back, her blood singing, somehow the one in control and —

She breaks the kiss, her heart pounding from the want. “Wait,” Miri breathes, “do you want this?”

“Of course,” she breathes out a laugh. “I was so happy.” She kisses Miri between words, and she tastes so sweet it makes her head spin. “That guy told me you wanted me, good wingman.”

Despite her kisses, despite the contact and the touch, it’s like she’s been doused with very, very cold water.

“That guy?” Miri chokes out, her brain derailing and diving into despair. She drops back, taking a full step away, and it hurts. “What guy?”

The waitress's lips part, and Miri’s eyes are drawn to them. “The guy at the bar,” she says, her voice tinged with a taste of desperation. “Brown hair, said you’d be down...please?” She reaches a hand, tugs at Miri’s belt loop. “You have no idea what it’s like, working around all those men and you’re so...beautiful.”

She takes a deliberate step forward, her other hand reaches up and runs through Miri’s hair.

And Miri gives up. Gives in. She surges forward with a kiss, scrambling to pull the short kilt up and falling to her knees right there in the alleyway. Pulling down the waitress's panties, she leans forward with a kiss.

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