Page 22 of Summoning Sex Demons

“I’m not stepping out of this damn house unless I know where we’re going,” Jada said.

“We’re going to a nightclub,” Mikayla said, already out the door, “called The Lounge.”

CHAPTER

TWELVE

IZA

“Areyou sure we’re going to the right place?” I asked.

Tucked away in an alley behind Crimson’s Bakery, this Lounge place had one gray metal door that apparently led into a nightclub and not a serial killer’s basement. Jada crossed her arms and arched a brow while Mikayla banged on the door twice.

After a moment, an enormously muscular man opened the door. He stared down at Mikayla and then stepped out of the way, nodding as if he recognized her. We walked down a deserted hallway, then down a set of dusty stairs, a single light flickering above us.

The low thump of music played through the walls, and I grabbed Jada’s hand because I didn’t trust Mikayla.

Don’t ask why my dumbass continues to follow her to my death.

First, she had known about demons; next, she was bringing us to a discreet, creepy club.

When we reached the bottom of the stairs, Mikayla opened another door. Inside, there was a bar in the center of theroom, filled with people flirting with each other. Twelve beige-cushioned booths sat around the perimeter of the room. Everything was lit with dim red lights, which hung off of the brick walls.

All the women were dressed in skimpy little dresses or short skirts, and my legging-wearing ass felt way too out of place. But I hadn’t wanted to change into a skirt before we left because I feared that I’d have another explosion of cum in my pussy again.

“What the hell is this place?” Jada asked, following Mikayla to an empty booth.

“The Lounge.”

After we sat in a booth, Jada reached across the table and grabbed Mikayla by the collar. “You’d better start talking now. We got all the way here and still haven’t even had a sentence of an explanation.”

“Okay, so let me start by saying that this is a demon bar.”

“What?!” I exclaimed, causing people to look over at us.

“Shh,” she said. “All I said is that this is a demon bar.”

“Why are we here then?” Jada asked. “And how’d we get in?”

“Well, after I cast that spell last night …” she started, chewing on the inside of her cheek. “I might’ve caught the attention of a sorcerer of dark magic. He showed up in my room last night after the sex demon and demanded to know where I learned the magic.”

Jada stared at Mikayla blankly. “Stop playin’.”

“If Iza can be haunted by a demon who makes her invisible and stuffs her with cum, then why don’t you believe that I am—maybe—a powerful witch?” Mikayla asked, pushing some hair behind her shoulder. “Come on. I even look like one.”

I rested my elbows on the table and drew my hands across my face. “Oh my God.”

“So, how’d we get in here?” Jada asked.

“Demons fear me.” Mikayla shrugged. “I’m kind of a big deal now.”

I slid out of the booth. “I need a drink.”

Once I fast-walked to the bar because I really didn’t want to go up here alone, I stopped near the only other human-looking person in The Lounge with chocolate-brown hair that cascaded down her shoulders and pretty hazel eyes.

Mikayla was crazy.

Truly insane.

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