The next few days passed quickly. There was hardly anything interesting to do, and nobody who actually checked into the hotel seemed like a good candidate for calling the succubi on. I tried contacting a few other friends regarding staying at the hotel, but most of them were either just not available, or just not interested in staying overnight just to help me out a little bit. And half of them didn't even pick up, or call back later. That part probably says more about me than it does about them.
I also didn't get to see any of the girls during the time. Every time I was about to open a door, I had to consciously remind myself to not think of the monster world. Of course, I could go there whenever I wanted and they probably wouldn't mind since I had been given permission. However, I hadn't gotten them anyone yet, and it would appear like I was slacking off instead of actually trying to help them out if I did. Not to mention that it would be sleazy as hell to just go in there looking for Van or Yumi. Especially because I did not trust myself to not just cling on to someone else just because her tits were huge, if I did not end up running into them. Caracella might have put the whole immunity spell on me, but it did not change my own brain from lusting over them. After everything I had found out, just doing that felt just a little off-putting. I'd rather stick to takin the chances I naturally got.
Due to that, I focused myself on trying to learn more about the customers who came through. Unfortunately, as I mentioned earlier, there were just way too many misses. A lot of married couples, a lot of unmarried ones, a lot of families with two or three children. Just not an environment to bring a lust-driven monster into. Or not lust-driven. Whatever the correct way to refer to them now would be. I wondered what Nao would think when she found out what a succubus was really like. Not just a brainless, thirsty witch-like figure looking for sex, but more like a corporate worker being asked to clock in her fucking hours to stay alive. In a way, knowing that meant I was the only one who could focus on making sure they felt pleasured when they had sex.
Daydreams are such a gift.
It wasn't until a week or more after the meeting with Liam that I finally came across a potential client. A woman in her mid-thirties who was travelling all alone. She took a million years to check into a room and when she finally did, she immediately asked for some food to be brought to her. When they were done, I made sure to be the one who took it in to her. The goal was to somehow find out if she would be interested in women. If yes, it would be time to finally make my first call to the other world. I rolled the cart and knocked on her door a couple times before she finally opened.
In her lingerie.
I wasn't sure if my brain was pleased, or disappointed. Sure, a lot had happened in that one day and my brain had been hardwired to think about sex way more than I normally would. This was an ideal situation. But a different part of my brain felt hurt. I was really hoping she would be the one to finally allow me to go to that world once more.
In a red lace lingerie with stockings, a garterbelt and everything, she waited with a smile on her face. Her boobs were nice. A little bit bigger than Yumi, but not even close to Van's. Seeing hers had ruined my understanding of breasts forever. Nothing could ever compare. The rest of her body was healthy, slightly appealing. I waited to pass judgement on her ass, though. I couldn't see it just yet.
"Well, come on in then."
Once she did turn, I decided that that was worth it. Who knew if it would have the same feel Yumi did, but god, it was big. Her body had suggested it probably would be, but I had been so driven by my desire to provide for the succubi that I hadn't even paid attention to it the first time around. They unironically made me a more respectable person, and that in itself was irony that made my brain do a backflip.
The woman made sure to strut along as she walked; her hips moving up and down, left and right with every step. Above her underwear, she was also wearing a see-through robe, which also covered most of her butt. I was just basing everything on the well-rounded silhouette I had been given. Once we got to the bed, she pushed the cart to the side and laid down. I wordlessly crawled beside her and put my hand on her stomach. She laughed, taking off the robe and throwing it aside.
It flew, landing on the table and knocking off the ceramic vase sitting there.
"Oh, fuck!" I pushed her away and jumped out of the bed, catching the vase before it could fall to the floor. As I did, the small bruises from the event with Nao suddenly started hurting and I held back a cry of pain. Not the time to look like an idiot. I kept the vase back and stood up, getting on the bed.
"That a, uh, very expensive vase." I justified myself, "All of them are...very expensive."
Sex was great and all, but I wasn't about to lose my job because of this.
"Oh. That's so sexy. The way you jumped and picked up the vase. Wanna have a drink?" She turned and put her ass as close to my face as possible, acting as if it had just naturally happened due to her movements. Then, she crawled forward on all fours to a bag she had thrown beside the bed and started digging into it.
She clearly knew what her best assets were and was using them right. That was great of her. Amazing, in fact. This was the kind of behaviour I needed more of. But the vase thing is not something I would personally add to the cool side of potential actions you could do. It seemed pretty cringe to me. And not to disappoint her, but what I was about to say right now probably wasn't going to make her feel any more aroused.
"I can't really drink. I'm so sorry. Just...work and everything."
"Ah." She had just turned with a wine bottle in her hand, "I, guess, we can't do anything about that."
"Yeah..."
"But I can drink!" She laughed, "I can drink all night long. There's a problem, though. I've got no glass. Do you know where I can pour this and drink from?"
I don't know why my brain immediately first thought of telling her that the drawer beside her bag had glasses in it, but it did. Maybe I had become a better person after meeting the succubi. This world worked in mysterious ways. But no, I eventually parsed her true message, and started taking off my clothes.
"Oh. Are you hiding a glass in there?"
"Maybe. Why don't you come and find out?"
After I had thrown everything except my underwear away, I lay down on the bed and made sure to keep my crotch in full view of her. She came forward, bottle in one hand, and pressed on my dick. It reacted, and she smiled.
"Is that the glass? Why is it moving?"
What the fuck kind of leading question was that? What did she want me to say?
"It's...special...glass?"
"Ooh. I love special glass. Let me take a look!"
She kept the bottle aside and slowly dragged the underwear down, revealing a semi-erect cock that I was suddenly not very proud of. Once off, she came back up and proper looked at it. For a while, she stayed silent. Her expressions did enough talking to help me understand what she truly thought, though. Regardless, she grabbed the bottle once more and opened it. A stream of foam fell on the bed. That would be some work for the cleaning girls. I felt bad for them.
"I see." She chuckled, "I love this kinda glass."
"Y-yeah. Pour all that...juicy, uh, wine on there."
"Hmm."
She leaned forward and licked the shaft up to the head. At once, it got a bit more erect, almost standing up. Then, she poured some of the wine on top of it. It tingled a little, because of how cold it was, but was mostly a pleasant feeling. Then, she drank some of the wine herself and looked down at my dripping cock.
What was the point of doing all that if she was gonna drink it anyways? What kind of roleplay was she doing here? A stand-up comedy?
Then, she came down and swallowed all of it. Once she did, her plan became apparent. She hadn't drunk the wine to drink it. She had held it her mouth. And now, she was using it to slosh around my dick while she continued the...whatever it was. At this point, it would be a different kind of sin to call it a blow job. There was no blowing involved, after all. Just a whole lot of wine being sloshed around a cock. And if you're wondering, no, it wasn't particularly good either. It just felt submersing yourself in a bathtub that was still being filled. Sure, my dick was feeling a lot of things. Once in a while, some of them were pleasuring it too. But that didn't mean the sum total was good by any means.
"Glugggluguglgugggluuggg?" She said...something.
"Oh fuck yeah, keep sucking. You're soo good." I tried to keep her motivated.
But then, she withdrew her mouth and swallowed all of the wine. There she sat, sweaty with her mouth looking like a discount vampire. The woman kept staring at me, until I noticed that her eyes weren't here anymore. I looked at my dick, and it was already going soft.
Tip - Don't go around involving alcohol in your sex play if you're a fucking lightweight. Please. It hurts. And don't use wine as lube for blowjobs. That hurts in a completely different way.
"I'm gonna fucking throw up." Were the only words that woman spoke in her true, honest voice before she rushed into the bathroom.
Sensing that it probably wasn't smart to stay here for much longer, I cleaned my cock with the tissues on the table and put on my clothes. By the time I was ready to leave, I was pretty sure she was on the toilet. Great. She didn't need to know I was going anyways. She didn't need to remember any of this. Honestly, neither did I. But precisely because of thinking that, I was going to remember it for the rest of my life. I cursed my luck and walked out of the room with a newfound respect for the succubi and their skills.
This woman? Yeah. She definitely wasn't interested in women. She was interested in men, but I really hoped a lot of men weren't interested in her. Not for the sex, at least. I'm sure she had a great personality.
With that incident relayed to you, I'm sure you can imagine the various reasons I was getting overwhelmed with the wait time for a good enough guest. So, of course, when a single, good-looking man finally arrived, I felt my toes curl out of excitement.
Wait. No. Fuck. How is that good? They really are having an effect on me, aren't they?
"Right this way, sir!" I picked up the dude's luggage and started walking after him as he...took the stairs. What the hell is wrong with people trying to show off even in hotels? Just take the damn lift, you stick. Any more weight loss and he'd fly away every time the wind crossed three miles an hour. Go check the average speed so that the joke lands, please. Or don't if you're a meteorologist and were laughing already. Thanks for your attention and time.
I led him all the way to the fourth floor, holding the multiple kilos of suitcases he had handed me, and finally plopped them all down in front of his room - 404. The universe was playing a joke at this point. What a mess of a wait this had been. Once he thanked me, tipped me, and got inside, I happily jumped away back to work. It was close to midnight already, which meant he probably wouldn't be awake for long. And even if he was, anything that happened beyond 2 am was basically a dream anyways.
After waiting for that time to pass, I finally sneaked out the keys to an empty room, entered it and used the bathroom door while thinking about the monster world. And Van. And Yumi. And all the potential goodness that existed beyond this first hurdle that I had cleared today. The beginning of a brand new chapter.
"Someone missed me!" said a voice I could ever forget.
Oh, the blessings!
As soon as I opened the door, out jumped Yumi, throwing me on the ground and closing the door behind her. I hadn't even gotten to enter, and that was a damn shame. But something quite good had come out instead. The deal was fair. I accepted.
She, of course, had transformed. It didn't look a whole lot different from what she had been wearing when we first met; just a whole more revealing, praise to the monster gods. Her gym clothing had been replaced on the bottom with a pair of blue booty shorts that rode up enough to create a camel toe, showing off her thick lips. On the top, a mini bra that ran a single piece of fabric from the top of her breasts to the bottom, only covering a third of it. Basically Van's strings, but not quite as tight and revealing. Their clothes were definitely not based on their personalities. What a missed opportunity.
Unlike it, though, my hands immediately reaching for her ass weren't. The shorts did not cover her completely, so half my hands felt the layered cloth, while the other felt the bare flesh I hadn't been able to let go off the first time I met her.
"God, your ass is perfect." I mumbled.
"Hehe." She leaned forward and landed a kiss, "How about later, huh? I'm gonna go get that guy for now."
Oh.
Right.
She got up and left the room. Of course she did. I forgot that she was here for that guy, not me. What a waste. She looked so good in her succubus form too.
Disappointed in the world as a whole, I decided to go and get done with the work I would usually do early tomorrow. It would allow me to rest then, since I probably wasn't gonna be able to sleep any time soon with what my eyes and hands had just witnessed. Doing the work would also probably help get my mind off what the current situation was. So, I decided to start with laundry. I headed to the basement, and started working on the pile of clothes.
As I worked, everything that had happened with that weirdo woman, and now with Yumi kept replaying in my brain. And it got me hard. My brain was confused as fuck, to say the least. I had no idea what I wanted to feel. Two cockblocks in such a short matter of time. Was there no justice in this world? No deus ex machina for your boy which could help him feel better after all the pain and loss that he had been through? I didn't need a damn healing period. I needed a healing second. Which would make everything better.
And when I say that there might actually be justice in this world, I am not lying.
As I thought that, piling up the clothes and getting ready to put them into the machines, I heard a voice at the entrance of the laundry room.
"Hey, Al?"
I turned, slightly afraid about how I was going to explain myself. But what awaited me was a realization - she had called me 'human' the entire first time we met. Of course I hadn't even imagined what my name sounded like in her mouth.
At the entrance stood Yumi, leaning against one of the walls, pushing her hips out and licking the air with her tongue.
"Um...damn. He was that bad?"
"Oh, you wish." She started making her way towards me, "Apparently there's an order we're supposed to adhere to, and Cara was pissed that I just jumped through. Can you blame me? I thought it was first come first serve. But noooo. I am just 'being a slut'. I am just 'looking for sex even when I'm full'. Can you believe her?"
"Oh." I shook my head, "How dare she?"
She laughed and snapped, making her bra disappear. Her tits graced this world, and my eyes. Still a good sight. Always a good sight. She ran and pushed me onto the pile of clothes I had spent the last few minutes putting together. Then, she got down, turned and pushed her booty shorts-clad butt towards my face. My entire vision was filled with ass. Good, juicy ass with a pussy already starting to get wet in the middle of it. Just like any sane person, I grabbed it and took a sniff. Somehow, it smelled like flowers. For once, the pervert in me felt a little disappointed.
"What? You wanted the raw sweat?" She asked, cackling, "Aren't you supposed to clean the clothes you're sleeping on?"
"I am supposed to, yeah. Right now they're dirty anyways."
"Well. As if things couldn't get any better. Ask and you shall receive."
The flowers vanished. And the room was filled with the smell of sweat and booty. Something only a true connoisseur could appreciate. Who the hell wanted to bury themselves in cheeks only to find a hibiscus? When I went there, I knew what I wanted. And Yumi knew how to deliver.
I couldn't see what she was doing, but I felt her hands fidget with my pants until she pulled them down and took out my cock. Her hand stayed on it, and she touched just the tip with her tongue. I immediately pushed a tongue into her clothed pussy, and she moaned. Her hand let go of my cock and her body shifted a little, giving me a view of her face.
"We're just getting started, you know? Savor the little stuff."
"The only thing I got for you to savor is pretty big, unfortunately." I pushed her body back to how it had been before and buried myself deep in her ass once more, grabbing the straps of her shorts.
She let out a soft laugh and shifted her focus to my cock again.
Things were finally set right.