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She had followed her mistress to work that day. The club was always busy and made her feel like she was surrounded by people when she often felt alone. Moving through the patrons, she used power and spread sexual desire through the crowd. It was good for the business and Emerson enjoyed getting to feed off the energy.
Emerson caught sight of a man through the crowd, seeing him smirk as he took a drink. She didn’t know what it was about him but her teeth tugged at her lip, making her eyes trace the visible tattoos. As their eyes met, she looked away feeling a little shy about being caught out but she was still meant to be focusing on the crowd. It took her some time to effect everyone in the club and by then she felt tired. Perching herself on a sofa near the bar, she felt her eyes start to lull.
Without realising it, she fell asleep but her mind was still working, still drinking in all the sexual desire that was pouring out of the bar’s patrons. It slipped into her dreams, warping them into something more sexual than she had expected. The same man was in her dreams, that same smirk on his lips as he pulled her into the hall and hiked up her skirt. Emerson wrapped her legs around for him easily, grinding against his length in desperate need for some friction between their bodies.
The dream was a mess of lips and limbs tangling together in a desperate need for pleasure. Even in her dreams, Emerson’s hips rocked, her hand slipping down to her thighs.
It was over as quick as it started though. Someone had tripped, spilling their drink on the succubus’s lap and making her shoot up, her eyes opening wide. The club was still around her, almost like the dream and her eyes fell back on that man again, the one who had easily slipped into her dreams. She still felt that same arousal and desire but instead of getting that pleasure, she was left feeling empty.
