wedges. Normally, she would have felt too self-consciences to let Erin push her out the door with that much leg or cleavage on display. However, when she looked at herself in the mirror, Lisa couldn’t help but think she wanted the Master to see her in this outfit. Erin had been ecstatic when Lisa agreed.
They sat in their booth, sipping away, and Lisa was already beginning to feel a little tipsy. Erin was wearing a white sweater with three broad green stripes she swore was a dress, but Lisa wasn’t convinced. Erin’s friend Vivian had joined them as well. Lisa always found Vivian intimidating. Vivian had been on Erin’s volley ball team in college, and the tall Asian girl was always perfectly put together. Tonight she wore skin tight jeans and a shirt that draped low on her shoulders, and left the glowing skin of her back exposed.
“You look great tonight,” Vivian half-yelled over the pounding base pouring through the room.
“It’s like she’s not afraid of her own body!” Erin laughed. Lisa felt herself blush. Her older sister had always been the athlete of the family. While she wasn’t fat, Lisa’s stomach, arms and legs didn’t have the definition of Erin’s.
“What happened? Did you finally lose your virginity?”
“I wasn’t a virgin!” Lisa found herself shouting back.
“You weren’t?” Vivian pursed her lips in surprise.
“Leo!” Erin answered without looking at her sister or friend. She was watching the dance floor. “In her third year of uni, she would get drunk once a month with a student proctor from one of the computer labs and they’d fail to satisfy each other.”
“Erin!” Lisa blushed.
“Don’t worry about it, babe.” Vivian shouted and reached across the table to grab Lisa’s forearm. Vivian’s eyes were glazed over by her third Manhattan, but through the alcohol, she was being as serious as possible. “You can take home any boy you want tonight.”
“Viv! Let’s dance!” Erin ordered. She pushed her friend out of the booth and grabbed her wrist. Erin dragged Vivian onto the dance floor, and lost herself in the music.
Lisa turned in the booth, and found the Master sitting there. He was human now, a young, dark haired man with blue eyes in a dark suit. “She’s right, pet,” he said, his smooth voice cutting through the noise of the club without straining. “You can have any boy you want here.”
“I don’t want a boy,” Lisa said softly, drinking in the sight of him, the sharp line of his jaw, the cocky half grin that formed when she spoke to him.
“But I need something from you,” he said. He leaned back in the booth, and she instantly found herself curled up against him, one leg thrown over him, her lips on his neck.
“Tell me,” she begged into his ear. She began to run her hand down his chest, teasing the buttons of his grey dress shirt.
His hand ran up her leg, and his fingers tickled under the hem of her dress, beginning to push it up, threatening to expose her to the whole club. “I want to take you right here, pet,” he said, and she moaned at the thought, him throwing her over the table and fucking her right here, in front of everyone. “But I need something from you. A sacrifice.”
“A sacrifice?” she whispered.
“Yes,” he nodded, and turned to look her in the eye. He watched the worried look in her eye for a moment and then pulled her in and kissed her savagely. “Don’t worry. I’m an Incubi. I don’t require violence. I am not asking you to physically harm anyone.”
“Will … will I enjoy it?”
“You will. I’ll ensure it, pet.”
Lisa nodded and kissed him. “Tell me what I need to do.”
“For now, just go dance with your sister,” Erostopholes commanded. “I’ll tell you what you need to do next. Know that it will make me stronger, and let me do more for you.”
Lisa nodded. She rose to leave, and the Master swatted her ass
They sat in their booth, sipping away, and Lisa was already beginning to feel a little tipsy. Erin was wearing a white sweater with three broad green stripes she swore was a dress, but Lisa wasn’t convinced. Erin’s friend Vivian had joined them as well. Lisa always found Vivian intimidating. Vivian had been on Erin’s volley ball team in college, and the tall Asian girl was always perfectly put together. Tonight she wore skin tight jeans and a shirt that draped low on her shoulders, and left the glowing skin of her back exposed.
“You look great tonight,” Vivian half-yelled over the pounding base pouring through the room.
“It’s like she’s not afraid of her own body!” Erin laughed. Lisa felt herself blush. Her older sister had always been the athlete of the family. While she wasn’t fat, Lisa’s stomach, arms and legs didn’t have the definition of Erin’s.
“What happened? Did you finally lose your virginity?”
“I wasn’t a virgin!” Lisa found herself shouting back.
“You weren’t?” Vivian pursed her lips in surprise.
“Leo!” Erin answered without looking at her sister or friend. She was watching the dance floor. “In her third year of uni, she would get drunk once a month with a student proctor from one of the computer labs and they’d fail to satisfy each other.”
“Erin!” Lisa blushed.
“Don’t worry about it, babe.” Vivian shouted and reached across the table to grab Lisa’s forearm. Vivian’s eyes were glazed over by her third Manhattan, but through the alcohol, she was being as serious as possible. “You can take home any boy you want tonight.”
“Viv! Let’s dance!” Erin ordered. She pushed her friend out of the booth and grabbed her wrist. Erin dragged Vivian onto the dance floor, and lost herself in the music.
Lisa turned in the booth, and found the Master sitting there. He was human now, a young, dark haired man with blue eyes in a dark suit. “She’s right, pet,” he said, his smooth voice cutting through the noise of the club without straining. “You can have any boy you want here.”
“I don’t want a boy,” Lisa said softly, drinking in the sight of him, the sharp line of his jaw, the cocky half grin that formed when she spoke to him.
“But I need something from you,” he said. He leaned back in the booth, and she instantly found herself curled up against him, one leg thrown over him, her lips on his neck.
“Tell me,” she begged into his ear. She began to run her hand down his chest, teasing the buttons of his grey dress shirt.
His hand ran up her leg, and his fingers tickled under the hem of her dress, beginning to push it up, threatening to expose her to the whole club. “I want to take you right here, pet,” he said, and she moaned at the thought, him throwing her over the table and fucking her right here, in front of everyone. “But I need something from you. A sacrifice.”
“A sacrifice?” she whispered.
“Yes,” he nodded, and turned to look her in the eye. He watched the worried look in her eye for a moment and then pulled her in and kissed her savagely. “Don’t worry. I’m an Incubi. I don’t require violence. I am not asking you to physically harm anyone.”
“Will … will I enjoy it?”
“You will. I’ll ensure it, pet.”
Lisa nodded and kissed him. “Tell me what I need to do.”
“For now, just go dance with your sister,” Erostopholes commanded. “I’ll tell you what you need to do next. Know that it will make me stronger, and let me do more for you.”
Lisa nodded. She rose to leave, and the Master swatted her ass
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