Julie sat in the strip club dressing room after closing staring at her mirror like she expected it to talk to her. Julie was only wearing a thong and her make-up and a small bag of street clothes sat on the floor next to her chair. Smoke rose from the tip of the cigarette in her hand into the air just over her head and all around her women chatted in various states of undress. The club was empty except for the dancers and one or two bouncers locking up. Everyone seemed to be eager to go home for the night, everyone except Julie who just sat there staring at her reflection.
Being a sex worker wasn't an awful gig for Julie, she actually enjoyed it quite a lot. Being a succubus, however, was starting to nag at her. Nearly 600 years prior Julie had been murdered and risen again as a bloodsucking, semen stealing undead demon. Most of the time since then had been a struggle but modern society made being a succubus quite easy. Technology allowed Julie to stay indoors during the day while still interacting with the outside world. Evolving sexual lifestyles made humans far more sexually devious than ever before which made them easy pickings for any sex demon. As a result the hunt for food was no longer presenting any kind of a challenge. In the club all she had to do was wait for unwitting prey to enter her clutches, mesmerize them, feed on them and send them on there way completely unawares. Not that she ever had before but killing humans was as pointless as it was unnecessary. She could feed on several a night and always go home engorged with come and blood. It was... boring.
“Julie dammit, I can't wait all night for your ass. Get dressed and go home!” one of the bouncers shouted at her. Julie hadn't noticed but she was now the lone dancer in the dressing room the others had long since gone home.
“Come here.” Julie demanded beckoning with her index finger. The bouncer started to protest but Julie stopped him with one glance from her glowing eyes. She reached into his mind with her emotions and planted the insatiable desire for sex into his psyche. His mouth open momentarily and then shut again as he walked towards her and opened the front of his pants. Julie spun her chair to face him and pulled her thong to one side while the bouncer knelt in front of her. She reached out with one hand to stroke his cock while she took one last drag on her cigarette before mashing it out. His cock reached hardness almost instantly and she blew the smoke out of her mouth while guiding his length into her cold, dead pussy.
“Fuck me bitch.” Julie hissed into his ear.
“Yes ma'am.” he replied and pushed his long cock into her wet pussy. Julie leaned her head back and moaned softly as he started pushing his dick in and out of her pussy slowly at first but quickly gaining speed and force. Julie spread her legs as far as they would go and folded them back almost to her shoulders. The bouncer had to hold onto the chair while he fucked Julie in order to prevent it from rolling backwards away from him. He fucked awkwardly at first while he got settled in his grip. Julie held onto his shoulders to help keep herself from rolling away in her chair. Julie's fangs extended from her upper jawline and sank into his shoulder at the base of his neck and she started sucking his blood while he fucked her. His hot blood felt like it was boiling water as it ran down her throat and filled her insides. Soon his come filled her hotbox with more boiling hot liquid and Julie screamed in agony as the searing heat burned her flesh from the inside out. It was only then, in the incredibly intense blast of pain that she finally came. His come literally scalded and fried the flesh of her pussy on the inside and it would take some time to heal even with her rapid healing abilities.
“Get out. I'll leave when I'm damn good and ready.” Julie pushed him away with one foot and turned back towards the mirror.
“Yes ma'am.” he said, pulled his pants back on and left the room. Julie sighed and got her clothes on before leaving the dressing room herself.
Julie walked down the street towards home letting her thoughts wander this way and that. Poems, stories, memories of times long past. Julie was nearly 600 years old but she was as lost now as she was the day she awoke as a demon. Blood and semen were plentiful, money was no object and sex was as easy as walking down the street. What was she doing though? She no longer had any direction, no purpose. Humans were too stupid to know when she was feeding on them or she was so powerful they were incapable of discerning that she was draining their life to maintain her own. She wasn't sure which but either way it didn't really matter anymore. She was incapable of looking at humans as anything more than cattle. Maybe that was what bothered her the most. She longed for companionship but even her closest ilk the vampires were so rare she was lucky if she met more than one a century. Even so vampires were vain and power hungry, constantly seeking to “control” the humans through politicking and money hoarding. If vampires were too vain and humans were too worthless to give a shit about then that left with only one option, loneliness. No matter how many times she thought about it Julie was doomed to an eternity of solitude surrounded by people yet utterly alone.