The Succubus and her two Mates

9 | Running still

Ronnie was finishing up her act. That was her final one for the night. It had gone amazingly. She had so many notes of money sticking out of her panties and more strewn across the stage floor. She had riled the after-work Friday drink crowd to hang out all night - almost every customer that came in had stayed. She'd seen people go to the dingy ATM and withdraw extra cash.

She had nailed the right level of sexual energy in the place. All. Night. Long. Even the straight female customers were having a blast. She thought her feeding from only the other night may have had a very big contribution.

Man, imagine if I had fed from them directly. It was a gross thought, and she was ashamed immediately. She didn't even feed off the crowd, although it was tempting. They were all right there. But she wasn't a monster. She was fully powered up. If she only put up her glamor when she wasn't alone, she could get away with not feeding for weeks.

She was able to send out some pulses when the other girls were dancing, boosting their haul as well. She wanted to make sure that everybody got a cut from this well-to-do crowd.

She twirled up on the stage, lost in her dance - She Wants Revenge, Tear You Apart pumping over the speakers. She wore a strappy bodysuit, essentially an elaborate g-string with black straps that criss-crossed around her body. Pulling in at the right parts. She had lost the bra she wore over it, the garter and little leather skirt were lost as well. She twirled one final time, ending in a slide on her knees to the front of the stage. Her arms raised, ready for the applause she knew she would get. She really was an attention whore... among other things.

A wave of exhilaration hit her as the bar swelled. She was soaking in it when her heart leaped into her throat. The low light made it hard to see people's faces further into the room, but she recognized the man standing at the bar. She blinked. She felt that weird void and knew Jon was standing there.

Ronnie blew kisses into the crowd and ran off the stage through the stage door into the back room. Stewart, the MC, ran on stage thanking her for her stunning performance while one of Bobby's helpers collected the money off the stage. She didn't let the girls pick up the money themselves.

There's no way. What was he doing here? Ronnie's mind reeled as she paced the dressing room. Was he looking for her? It seemed too big a coincidence for him to just rock up to this strip club out of all of them in the city, and what? On the only break she saw him take in thirty hours she was at that hotel?

But there was no way they could find her. She hadn't told them anything. They knew her first name, that was all. Could they have guessed she was a stripper? I guess that would whittle down the search area.

She chewed her lip for a couple of agonizing moments then quickly got dressed. She pulled on a pair of black skinny jeans. Thankfully, some of the clothes she had left at the club were still here, and now she could wear something that actually covered her up a little bit. She threw on a new tank. This one black. The exact same style as the white one she had worn the day before. It all went over the bodysuit with no bra. She was still her.

Normally she would go back out on the floor. Finish up with a lap dance or two and then help close up. No way was she going out there now.

What if he wasn't there for Brock and Brand? And if he was? Were they going to abduct her? The thought felt ridiculous. Would they do that? She hadn't really spent that much time with them but did she think they would be like that?

She roughly counted the money she had already collected, as she stuffed it into her bag. It was lighter since she had unloaded a few things at her apartment. She could collect the rest of her money tomorrow - she would also get a commission on the alcohol sold. Her apartment was only a ten-minute walk away. She didn't think beyond today, not considering that if they knew she worked here that they could just come back another time. She scrawled a note and left it on a mirror, knowing one of the girls would see it and know she had headed home.