Snippet #2467110

Bethany

The brothel was as busy as ever. With scantily clad women of all supernatural species, even some humans, roaming all over it wasn’t hard to tell why the sexual tension here was so thick you could cut it with a knife. Thanks to a hired on fire elemental witch, candles flickered everywhere as the source of lighting creating a dreamy mood. Enticing the men here out of their money was easy, that they were here in the first place meant they were hoping to spend their dimes to play with the highest class of sex workers in the country. High class because they were rare – Mama J’s was the only place in the city that boasted its own succubus.

The excitement of the night to come made Bethany antsy. If she could beat her personal record for bids Mama J would double her commission rate. So when Beth walked on stage she was already dripping in anticipation.

Her honey blonde hair hung in curls around her shoulders, partially covering what the pink corset revealed of her. A bass twanged from the band and she smiled to the crowd seeming shy and a coy as her pheromones filled the room with the sweet vanilla cookie scent of a mother’s kitchen. When she approached the mic she was already panting softly, her heart rate fluttering with the palpable hormones in the room grating on her senses.

And for a moment she caught sight of the vampire, said to be cop, from last night and her heartbeat skittered. Fear tinged her scent, a smell only the predators in the room would notice, she gasped softly and told herself she had to keep it together. Closing her eyes her lips parted and she began to sing.

I thought I’d cry for you forever…
But I couldn’t, so I didn’t…

As she sang she peeked through her eyelashes and saw men stirring, monsters flickering behind heavily lidded irises and bids rising. She would be getting a raise she could feel it.

When the song ended Bethany smiled to the crowd and touched her hair, finger coiling around a lock and twisting it casually near her cleavage.

“I look forward to meeting the winner,” she purred seductively biting her lip, her pheromones flooding the room again. Men surged to Mama J to get in their last minute bid. Bethany turned and walked off stage to await her winner in her room.

The room was white with a canopy bed. It looked like a little girl’s room, adding to the innocence people expected from her. That was the charm she offered and it was surprisingly often requested. Laying across the bed with her head perched in her hand she waited and when the door opened she swallowed hard.

Her heart hammered in her chest now. It was one thing to have vampires in the crowd, but the vampire winning was something else all together. Her lips parted and she sighed softly, the barest whisper of sound that her instincts knew would tantalize his senses. The spark of fear made her chest rise and fall in the corset, which now felt far too tight.

“You,” she purred pouting as she rolled onto her back and looked at him with heavily lidded eyes. “You didn’t return my call last night.”