“What do you mean?” he cocked his head to the side.“I couldn’t...you know,” I muttered embarrassed.Drake studied my face for a moment then g...rinned.“Get yourself to an orgasm,” he laughed.I glared at him then stood up. Reaching across the table I snatched my thong out his hands. Drake seemed frozen and I followed his eye line then blushed. I forgot I wasn’t wearing a bra; Drake had a perfect view of my bare boobs. Before I could blink Drake lifted me up and laid me on the table.“Let me give you. My skills were too good for him. I made him cum twice. So, I`m good. I trained really well. I remember another time, I fucked a tourist because of a boob slip. There are some songs that you have to jump. Being barefooted really enforces the need to jump. While jumping, one of my boobs slipped off my cleavage. I really don`t need to tell how big my cleavage was. As for the guy in front of me, it was his lucky day. We fucked in his hotel room. He was good. Like he was passionate about my pussy. He'd watched Penthouse Pets drop out of the sky and wondered when the wah-chikka-wah-wah music was going to kick in, and how much action he'd get before his alarm clock woke him up.He'd have said the succubi overpowered them, but it would have been an exaggeration. The demons had batted elegant eyelids and Trent and Ade had handed over their guns like kids giving up candy. Then the lead succubus--a gorgeous pin-up with black horns and flowing red hair--had fucked Ade to death.Trent knew no one. He was fired for cause, no severance, no unemployment and the processes were not fast. The drawn-out event gave time for it to sour his relationship with wife who was none too happy to hear about a pending court case and new report on how her husband cheated on her for years. The answer for her was a slap in the face, a divorce and being told she never wants to see him again. So here he sat in his mostly empty apartment, bank account running out and he had already sold anything of real value.