Dangerous Illusions

Chapter 24

"I don't bite," the girl said. She gently grabbed his ankles and pulled him back down to a more natural sitting position.

Her scent drifted over him like a cloud. Kurtzberg didn't really have much of a clue when it came to perfume, but it smelt nice and he felt his heart pick up a few beats. She didn't seem all that threatening he supposed, more like a cartoon of a demon rather than a real actual demon.

A very cute cartoon, Kurtzberg thought, looking over her trim body. She had removed her uniform and was down to her bra and silky red panties. Her flesh was pale and smooth, like flawless marble.

"Do you like what you see?" she asked, giving her full chest a little wiggle.

"You're beautiful," Kurtzberg said.

"Oh thank you," the girl said. She stepped into the chair until she was straddling Kurtzberg. She bent over, giving him a close-up view of the lush valley between her breasts, and lightly kissed him on the forehead. The touch of her soft lips sent sparks crackling under his skin.

He was dreaming. That had to be it. He'd pushed himself so hard at work he'd fallen asleep as soon as he'd collapsed into the chair.

The girl sat down in his lap and ground her hips against him. She smiled and wiggled the top half of her body.

What a dream, Kurtzberg thought. He felt his c**k jump to life in his trousers.

The girl winked and reached behind her back to unhook her bra. Her milky-white breasts fell unfettered before him and bounced hypnotically. He couldn't look away from her pale globes as she wiggled in his lap.

"Who sent you?" Kurtzberg asked in wonderment. This was the best gift he'd ever received.

"Shh," the girl said, putting a finger on his lips. "Don't you know it's bad luck to ask where a Valentine's gift came from."

The girl stepped off him. She twirled her body, swinging her hips in a sultry dance. Still smiling she hooked her fingers -- the fingernails were black and shiny like the carapaces of beetles, Kurtzberg noticed -- around the elastic of her panties. Her hips gyrated and the panties were sent spinning to the floor.

She was naked.

At first she teased Kurtzberg, keeping her legs tight together so Kurtzberg couldn't see the treasures hidden between them. Then they slowly came apart, revealing the smooth, hairless labia of her p***y. Her slender tail came up between her legs and the arrowhead tip lightly ran between the pale folds of her flesh.

She jumped back into his lap and ground her naked crotch against him with smooth thrusts of her hips. Kurtzberg gasped as he felt her grind against his erect c**k. His underpants and trousers felt painfully constrictive.

"I think it's time for the real fun," the girl purred.

She reached down and unzipped his fly. A delicate hand reached in and gently extricated his c**k. It was already slick with pre-c*m after her lap dance. She pulled it up and out of his fly until it stood up straight and proud.

Her warm hand gently stroked up and down his shaft. She leaned forward, giving him a close-up view of her creamy white breasts, and raised her p***y up over his erection.

Was she really going to? Kurtzberg thought. His blood was pumping so fast through his veins he thought his heart might explode from the excitement.

She smiled and fixed her deep black eyes onto his. Gently she guided his c**k to the opening of her v****a, holding him there as her labia kissed its head. She slowly sat down, engulfing his c**k in the soft flesh of her v****a.

"Ohh." Kurtzberg could only moan incoherently as he felt her moist flesh contract around him. She was so soft and warm.

She moved her hips up and down with slow, languid strokes. Kurtzberg closed his eyes and lay back with his mouth slightly agape. This was heaven. It couldn't be a dream. It was too good to be a dream.

"Open your eyes," the girl said.

Her voice was different and strangely familiar. Kurtzberg opened his eyes and saw Bobbi's face in front of him, her eyes shut in ecstasy.

How?

His body didn't care. He started to thrust back at her, lifting both of their bodies up off the seat. It was Bobbi's body bouncing on his. It was Bobbi's breasts swaying in front of him. It was Bobbi's beautiful heart-shaped face flushed red with pleasure. It was Bobbi moaning at the intimacy of their bodies moving together.

It was too much.

Kurtzberg grunted loudly as the orgasm exploded from him. He pushed his hips up higher off the seat than before, driving his c**k deep into her velvet warmth as he gushed semen into her hungry p***y. She pushed down against him and moaned in pleasure as her own orgasm quivered around his c**k. Her v****a sucked hungrily at him, drawing every last drop of c*m deep into her body.

Kurtzberg collapsed back into the chair, completely spent. Physically it had been perfect, the most wonderful release ever, but emotionally there was a hole, a nagging empty space he couldn't quite ignore.

Bobbi opened her eyes and Kurtzberg stared through them into dark abyssal depths. An involuntary shiver ran down his spine.

"I can fool your senses, but inside you'll always know I'm not her." Bobbi put her hands to her face and then dropped them to reveal the sad face of the succubus.

"I'm sorry," Kurtzberg said.

"Don't be silly," she said, her sad face transforming into a sunny smile. "I'm a demon. You're not supposed to fall in love with me."

She kissed him on the forehead again.

"I can get her for you," she whispered in his ear.

Really? Was such a thing within her power to grant? Kurtzberg's heart quickened at the prospect.

"I can see the great love you feel for her. You only need the opportunity to show it to her," she continued.

That was true, Kurtzberg thought. He always felt they'd be good together if only she could look past his exterior.

"What about Greg?" Kurtzberg knew he was better for Bobbi than Greg, but there was no way she'd look at him while Greg was still around.

"Mmm, you leave Greg to me." The succubus sat up and licked her lips. "I am a succubus after all."

She stared down at him with her jet-black eyes.

"All you have to do is give me the command and I'll make her yours."

Kurtzberg's blood quickened in his veins. Was it possible? Could she really do it? His heart ached at the prospect. He'd desired Bobbi for so long. Just a chance was all he asked for. He felt sure she'd reciprocate his desire if only she could see the depth of love he held for her.

"Yes," he said. "Please."

The succubus beamed with excitement and clasped her hands together. "I can be your Cupid," she said.

She leant forward and embraced him enthusiastically, squashing her full breasts against his chest. Her naked p***y rubbed against his c**k and Kurtzberg felt it start to twitch back to life. The tip of her dainty little nose brushed against his as she stared into his eyes.

"A Cupid that's about to give you a thorough lesson in how to fuck." The succubus's voice dropped to a sultry rasp.

Kurtzberg felt something wind around his c**k. Her tail, he realised with a start, before she guided him back inside her soft warmth and all conscious thought was blown aside by the wildfire of her lust.

"You're a nice boy," the succubus said, pumping her hips up and down faster than before, "just lacking a little self-esteem."

Oh god. She felt tighter this time and the friction was faster as she thrust her hips against him.

"I know it's hard to maintain that with all the bullies out there, chipping at you every day, making you feel inferior."

Her rhythm grew faster and faster and Kurtzberg groaned as he felt another orgasm rising within him.

"Yes. I think we'll sort that out first," the succubus said. She stared directly into his eyes.

Her vaginal muscles gave his c**k a little squeeze at precisely the right point. He fired a rocket of his seed deep into her sucking v****a and lay back as the orgasm rolled on and on throughout his body. Crying out her pleasure, his succubus fell upon him, her unfurled bat wings drifting across them both like a blanket.

*****

"Whose idea was it to give Peter that horrible stone, yours or Jacob's?" Bobbi asked as she and Greg lay in bed together. The early morning sunshine had just started to creep in through the curtains.

"Not me," Greg said.

"Well you didn't need to join in," Bobbi said. "It wasn't very nice."

"No," Greg replied. "I got caught up in the moment."

It wasn't exactly his finest hour, he thought. The last thing he wanted was people around the office thinking he was another nasty little prick like Jacob.

"This is going to sound stupid, but I think I felt a little threatened when I saw the gifts he'd sent you," Greg said. "I never realised he had so much of a crush on you."

"It's harmless," Bobbi said. "Everyone at the office used to be completely horrible to him. I think I was the first person to talk to him like a decent human being. He's followed me around with puppy-dog eyes ever since."

"Feeling threatened by someone like that is kinda silly isn't it," Greg said.

"Yes," Bobbi smiled.

"Stupid dumb male hormones," Greg said.

"I feel sorry for him," Bobbi said. "No one ever invites him to anything. I don't think he has any friends outside of work either. He must be terribly lonely."

"He doesn't seem like a bad bloke," Greg said, "just, you know, kind of awkward."

"He saved Jennifer's house you know," Bobbi said. "The bank was going to repossess it after that louse of a husband ran off. He went through her finances and came up with a plan that the bank managers were happy with."

Greg paused in thought.

"I know. Why don't we ask him to come along to the usual after work drinks on Friday? You were saying how nobody ever invites him to anything," he said.

"That's really sweet," Bobbi said, snuggling against his neck. "Are you sure it won't bring out the jealous Neanderthal in you?"

"Nah, I've got nothing to fear," Greg said, smiling as he rolled on top of her. "No one knows your body as well as I do."

Bobbi sighed beneath him.

It looked like they were going to be late into the office again this morning.

*****

Kurtzberg didn't really know what his succubus had meant by 'sort that out first' until he saw Jacob walk, or rather shuffle, past his cubicle the next day. The other man appeared to be experiencing some discomfort. There was a peculiarly bow-legged quality to his gait. He ignored Kurtzberg completely.

A puff of familiar perfume caused Kurtzberg to turn his head.

His succubus was sitting on the desk. She was wearing a sexy secretary's outfit and her long red hair was tied back in an austere ponytail.

"What did you do?" Kurtzberg whispered. After their 'exertions' he'd fallen into a restful sleep in the chair. When he woke in the morning his succubus was already gone.

She flashed him an innocent looking expression.

Kurtzberg watched as Jacob gingerly tried to sit in his chair. The other man's face creased up in pain and he let out an involuntary grunt.

She put her thumb and forefinger together. Her tail flicked up and thrust back and forth through the hoop created by her thumb and forefinger.

Kurtzberg's eyes widened. He looked back at the other cubicle where Jacob was grimacing as he tried to sit down.

His succubus nodded. Her arrow-tipped tail thrust in and out faster.

Kurtzberg grimaced in mock sympathy and then his face cracked up in a smile. He doubled over, trying not to laugh out loud.

Ouch.

*****

Life was getting better, Kurtzberg thought. Seeing Jacob shuffle around like a man with a terminal case of piles would be the highlight of any week, but best of all Bobbi asked him for a date.

Okay, not a date exactly. She'd asked him if he wanted to join her and some friends for a few drinks after work. It was a start though. Proof that his succubus was already starting to work her magic.

She was here as well. Kurtzberg caught the scent of her familiar perfume as he entered the pub. Her horns, wings and tail were gone and her eyes were now a normal shade of green, but he could still recognise her as his succubus. She was wearing a stunning red dress. She winked at him before melting into the crowd.

"What do you want to drink?" Bobbi asked once they reached the bar.

"Um, just a coke please," Kurtzberg replied.

He was finding it a little awkward to look at Bobbi. The image of her body moving up and down on his kept entering his mind.

So it hadn't been her body technically, just his succubus wearing her face, but it was still strange to talk to her as if nothing had happened. Not that Kurtzberg was doing much talking. He added a few words to the general conversation, but mostly he was content to lurk on the fringes. He still felt included.

He was surprised when he felt a finger tap him on the shoulder and he turned to see it was Greg.

"I want to apologise for Valentine's Day," Greg said. "I was bang out of order."

Kurtzberg didn't really know what to say. Greg sounded genuine...

"I thought it was a bit of joking around," Greg said. "I didn't realise you have to put up with that s**t all the time. Bobbi gave me a right bollocking about it I can tell you."

Greg looked over to Bobbi with a warm glance.

"I can always rely on her to give me a swift kick up the ass when I start acting like a prat," he said.

"You love her?" Kurtzberg asked.

"f*****g worship her mate," Greg said. "We're hoping to get married next year. I can't think of anyone else I'd rather spend the rest of my life with."

Kurtzberg was surprised. He'd thought Greg was just another pretty boy asshole, running the usual lines just to get inside Bobbi's knickers. Greg's affection appeared to be more than that though. It sounded genuine.

Genuine maybe, but not succubus proof.

Halfway through their conversation Greg suddenly lost interest. He stopped looking at Kurtzberg and instead started staring at a point beyond Kurtzberg's left shoulder. Kurtzberg turned and wasn't surprised to see his succubus walking by. She was a perfect vision of temptation in a bright red dress. She turned her head and shot Greg a glance with her emerald eyes that would have set even the frostiest of hearts on fire.

"Uh, excuse me," Greg muttered, before slipping away after her.

Kurtzberg watched him go and smiled. It was all going to plan.

The doubts surfaced when Kurtzberg went to the bar to get the latest round. Greg didn't seem like a bad bloke really. He and Bobbi seemed a happy couple.

And it was in Kurtzberg's power to tear them apart.

Could he? Should he? Did he really have the right?