My soul, my very essence, would be bound to her master, a being of darkness and shadow. Seriously, I didn’t know I wasn’t supposed to touch her. She reaches the edge of the stage and pauses, her eyes locked on mine as she runs her tongue over her lips. Should’ve come on Wednesday,” she says. “But I can’t,” she says. A short while later, she comes back. As I stand up to leave, the bartender nods towards the stage. “Um. She told me it was okay.” I stammer, trying to sound as non-threatening as possible. Like me, these kinds of clubs are a dying breed. I glance at my watch. The red head had transformed into the very picture of a succubus. She reaches the edge of the stage and pauses, her eyes locked on mine as she runs her tongue over her lips. Just a mile or so until my turnoff. Some cancers they still haven’t figured out how to cure and I won the genetic lottery on that one. Or is this just another part of her supernatural abilities? Finally seeing no one around and I give them a gentle squeeze.
