It was like everything disappeared once I made eye contact with her, and it was her alone in my line of vision. I tried to go near her despite my cons...ience yelling at me, but I never reached her. Some random guy had beaten me to it, and she danced with him then left. Oh, how I would have killed to be him. But what was she? Not a human. That's for sure, and definitely not a vampire. Maybe a succubus? She definitely had the body. I've never personally met any succubus before but I've heard about. "Yeah, she was a real prick teaser. She let me, you know, play around with her and all, but she wouldn't let me stick it in her! Goddamn it! We spent three hours in the back of that car! I got so fucking horny!" So fucking horny." Angela repeated softly. "Is that why my little darling has a big hard-on sticking out of his pants?"Tony flushed and shot a swift glance at his swollen crotch. Angela coolly continued to stroke his hair, as if there was nothing unusual in pointing out the size of her. The embarrassing arguments between my parents, and often with the rest of us overhearing, would continue through my whole adolescence.I was an innocent thirteen that first night - feeling like an unknown new world had opened before me. Perhaps it had.Nearly each night my grandmother would leave her bed and her husband to enter our little private world, my room. That initial hand job was but an introduction to the lust-filled world that I lived.My young virginal and innocent ways would transform. She hoped it would grow long soon, and fast. She'd rather do without a bonus than attract the attention of every man who had a thing for short hair. Back home, that wouldn't have bothered her. In fact, anything which got her a good fuck or two on a night out was welcome. But here, the fucking was even more mechanical and careless, so that those fucks in the alleyways seemed almost tender and loving by comparison.When Jack took her back to the production line, she was pleased to see Buttercup in.