Chapter 5 - Frustrations
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*Lucinda*
She was drawing doodles on her writing pad while her patient was in tears in the chair In front of her.
This was Lucinda's last patient for the evening. She looked at her watch, it was already 5pm.
She tapped her own on the paper before she put it down, to retrieve a tissue for her patient.
"Here Evelyn, I understand where you are coming from. Let's continue this next week. Your session for today is finished. "
"Ok." She sniffed.
Lucinda internally rolled her eyes. 'somerines humans are disgusting if they aren't useful' she thought.
She patted Evelyn on the shoulder as the women left her office and then went to sit behind her desk. Phil the security guy would be circling soon.
Lucinda had visited Phil's dreams when she was bored and hungry. He was a perverted man. Often dreamed of being dominated. Of course Lucinda enjoyed his dreams. All leather and lace, whips and chains. She enjoyed tying him up and stuffing him like the fat pig he was. After she was done, harvesting a portion of his soul was always a bonus.
She wasn't a really greedy succubus. She would only shave a part of thier souls off enough to keep them alive for harvest later.
Lucinda packed up her laptop and put it in its bag. She then sling the bag over her shoulder, then locked her office on her way out.
And as anticipated Phil was just down the hall.
"Evening miss Lucinda." Phil said as he waddled down the hallway, tipping his hat to her.
"Evening Phil" Lucinda said in her seductive voice.
She heard Phil sigh as she passed him.
Her kitten heels clacking on the vinal floor.
She got to the elevator and pressed the button to the garage. Her freshly painted red nails shining in the light.
Onse the elevator dinged signalling that it had reached the garage, the doors opened. The putrid smell of oil wafted in her direction, bit she ignored it. She flicked her hair over shoulder, and she strode towards her Ferrari. Oh it was a sexy car. She ran her fingers along its sleek body.
" The perfect car" she purred.
As she climbed in and started the engine she moaned at its revving.
She put it into drive and sped towards the garage gate. She flicked the switch on the side and the gate rolled out of the way, and again she sped out into traffic.
She soon got home to her condo. She climbed out of her car giggling as her skirt rode up her thighs. Her hair flapped in the wind.
She walked to her front door, retrieved her keys from her bag and let herself in.
Once inside she kicked off her kitten heels, took out her loop earrings and clicked her fingers. She was now wearing a long black chemise with a black lacy robe with bell sleeves.
"Ah much better...." She said as she strode to her kitchen. She collected a wine glass from the top cupboard and a bottle of red wine from the fridge.
Uncorked the bottle and filled her glass.
It was a fruity blend with a woody after taste.
"Mmm...yummy..."
She flung herself lazily on her couch and leaned her head on the arm rest.
"Hmm...time to visit my soldier boy...."
She closed her eyes and let her consciousness drift along with the shadows untill she found her target. He was running with other wolves.
She would give him a few more hours untill she felt certain he would be asleep. She retracted her shadow back I to herself.
She huffed. She liked his dreams or rather, nightmares. She liked the masochism of them. His raw pain that she saw everytime she entered his head. She enjoyed manipulating the ending thinking that she was doing him a favour by giving him a happier ending to his nightmares, made harvesting his soul even more delicious.
She was giddy for later. For now she searched out any dreaming mortal to snack on.
She found a horny teenager to tide her over.
As she exited his dream, she licked her lips. Virgins were so fun to toy with because they were a clean slate to mould anyway she wished, but now she was wanting her real prey.
Once she slithered back to her body she looked at the clock on the mantel. It was now 9:30pm.
She took the last sip of her wine and took a deep breath. She closed her eyes and focused on soldier boy.
This time in his dream she was dressed in a soldier's uniform. She braves herself for what was to come. The explosions and bloody bodies every where. Him, David, in the middle of all the chaos weeping.
She went to him, waving her hands and manipulating the scenery to something more pleasent. She changed her clothes from the bloody soldier's uniform that his subconscious had put her in, into a purple baby doll.
She turned on her charm, and gently blew some pheromones in his face. He had stopped crying and his cheeks turned pink. His eyes glazed over as he looked at her. She helped him up off the ground and he followed her meekly to the bed that she had conjured. She snapped her fingers and he was divested of all his clothes. She watched as he shivered. She was on the bed on her knees.
She crawled over to him and whispered in his ear.
"What do you want to do to me?"
She grabbed his right hand and placed it on her right breast. He groaned. She then leaned in and started to nibble on his ear.
However, his usual enthusiasm for her was wanning. He became reluctant to touch her.
She started to grind into him but he cringed and stepped back. Then someone was calling his name and she felt his dream waver. She quickly exited his dream and was thrown back into her body.
She snapped open her eyes and bolted upright. That had never happened to her before. Her prey had never refused her before. She threw the wine glass across the room hearing it shatter on the floor.
She wondered why he was resisting her all of a sudden. She strengthened her resolve and decided she would visit him again the following night....
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