Hybrid Misfit

As transportation went, I liked it. Fast, free and I would assume environmentally friendly. I held out my hands for the breakfast treats and with a resigned sigh, he handed them over. “I guess this means you’re not going to ask me up?” He waggled his brows at me hopefully.

His engaging grin almost did me in, but knowing the inquisition awaiting me upstairs, I resisted. “I doubt you’d enjoy the major girl gab fest. They’re going to want all the details. Which reminds me,” I said my eyes widening as I chastised myself for my distraction. “What happened to the vamps that attacked me last night? Should I be looking for a new job?” Or looking to move to a new zipcode?

Gene scoffed. “You have nothing to fear. Simon would have dispatched them before bringing you home. He can’t stand the nasty creatures and takes great delight in sending them to the great beyond.” Then, as if realizing what he said, he stammered. “Well not that he’d hurt you of course. You’re not really a vamp, even if you-Ah, screw this.” He stopped talking and in a motion too fast for me to track, plastered a hot kiss on me that left my legs shaking and my pussy screaming “Take me, now.” Then without even a goodbye, Gene, my genie out of his bottle- and I suspected partly of his mind-left. And silly me, I was sorry to see him go.

I trudged up the stairs to my apartment, the elevator being on the fritz again. I consoled myself with the fact that the exercise meant I could eat more donuts. I’d just made it to the door when it was flung open, and Claire, hands on her hips, stood glaring at me.

“Just where have you been all night, young lady?” she asked sternly. Then she burst into giggles. “Get in here and tell us what happened. And where did you get those wholesome clothes? I’ve never seen you cover up so much of your body. Is this a new fad?”

I smiled at Claire’s babble and walked into the home we’d built ourselves. A collection of mismatched furniture and knickknacks, there was no rhyme or reason to our decorating other than comfort. Lana waved at me from the couch, her feet dipping in a basin of water, probably liberally laced with salt. While tap water helped hydrate her, she needed briny water to truly make her siren side comfortable. Given her irrational fear of the ocean-which I swore I’d keep a secret-she made do with baths, both the full body and foot ones.

We’d learned the hard way that a PMS-ing siren who craved saltwater was nothing to joke about. Although the singing was quite pretty if you managed not to kill yourself while listening to it.

Claire, bouncy and energetic like her werebunny alter ego-and the Energizer one-perched on the couch arm, still babbling.

“So, what happened? Bruno said you left before doing your second set and he was not happy by the way.”

I handed out coffee while I debated what to tell them. While we knew each other’s secrets, I tended to gloss over the more violent side of my existence. “I’ll deal with Bruno when I go in tonight.” A smile and stroke of his hand and he’d forgive me anything, a plus from my succubus side. “I had to leave. Some of the guys from the days I was locked up found me at the club.”

Lana, mid chew on a chocolate donut, choked and spat out a gooey mouthful. “That’s not good.”

Claire’s eyes widened and her mouth dropped open. “No shit. What happened?”

“I fought them with a little help.” A giant who cleaned their clocks and then rescued me princess style without once taking advantage-the jerk. I omitted the bloody killing part in my retelling.

“But they’re vampires?” Lana said, her eyes narrowing. “So who was nuts enough to jump in and help you? Or should I say what?”

“Well, I never did find out what Simon was, although I do guarantee he’s not human.” That got the girls bouncing in excitement.

“Is he hot?”

“Does he have a brother?”

I laughed at their reaction. “He is drop dead gorgeous and built like an ox. And while I didn’t find out if he had a brother, he does have a friend who’s a genie.”

Claire squealed and Lana leaned forward eagerly. “This I need to hear about.”

I told them about waking up at Simon’s place and meeting Gene. They giggled when they learned about his actual bottle. They sighed over my description of both men. And exclaimed when they heard how I’d gotten home with magically produced donuts.

Lana held her donut in front of her and eyed it suspiciously. Shrugging, she took a bite. “Damn, for a magic donut, it sure tastes good.”

“So when are you seeing them again?” Claire asked.

Good question. “I don’t know. Simon programmed his number in my phone and Gene jokingly said he’d come if I wished for him. But, I don’t know. How do I know I can trust them?”

Lana fixed me with piercing stare. “Oh please. They had ample opportunity to hurt or take advantage of you, and instead, you made it home, unmolested, bearing food and dressed like a nun.”

True. Maybe I should have phrased it differently, like I don’t know if I can trust myself around them because since the moment I met them all I want to do is touch them-and lick them, and ride them and take them up on their offer of a sandwich. A first for me since I usually fed my succubus need for sexual energy with one partner at a time. I did, after all, still have some warped set of morals.

“I think you should call them and set up a dinner date.” Claire clapped a hand over her mouth and blushed.

“I think Beth understood you meant the real food kind,” Lana said dryly.

I pondered her suggestion. “I will admit, I’m curious. They knew what I was right away. And they implied they’d met others like me before, although by the sounds of it, they were all killed.”

“All the more reason to find out more,” urged Lana, the usually levelheaded one. With her encouraging me, I felt more confident that my desire to call was reasonable and not just hormone driven.

“So when are you going to do it?” asked Claire bouncing again in excitement.

“Don’t you mean do them?” I laughed at Claire’s red cheeks. For a waitress in a strip joint, she was fairly prudish when it came to sex. Actually, if I were to believe her-and I did-she’d only ever been with one guy, and a piss poor one at that judging by the way she shied from relationships. She avoided advances from men and the times I’d questioned her about her reticence, she claimed she was waiting for the one. I thought it was cute even though I didn’t believe in love myself. Not that I didn’t think I could fall in love, I was sure I could. But given my succubus side, any man who ever declared himself-and they were many-did so not because he knew and liked the real me, but because my pheromones made him. And yet Simon resisted me? Could it be that love still remained an option for me, albeit with guys who’d missed the boarding call for humanity’s ship?

It was nice to have hope.

“I’ll call them in a day or two.” I didn’t want to seem too eager to see them again, even if I missed the guys already. They’d certainly made an impression on me. And when I masturbated in the shower, I didn’t imagine one or the other as I stroked my slick flesh-screw that, I fantasized about them both, together with me.

Simon paced his living room awaiting Gene’s return. His emotions and thoughts were in a turmoil, a state far from his usual calm demeanor. I have one feisty hybrid to thank for that. Not that he regretted meeting her, how could he when his whole body sang at the sight of her. He couldn’t help remembering the sight of her luscious body which he’d gotten a peek at when he’d cleaned and dressed her while she lay unconscious. His cock twitched and Simon shifted his mind away to more mundane items like where the hell was Gene? Irrational jealousy tried to rear its head as an image of Gene seducing Beth- without him-filled his mind. He shook the thought away, and before another troubling thought could hit, Gene returned, a look of bemusement on his face.

“Can you believe she didn’t even invite me up?”

His friend sounded incredulous and Simon chuckled. “She certainly is unique.”

“No shit, considering the rest of her kind are dead,” Gene replied dryly. Simon winced at the reminder. “Where did you find her?”

Simon’s lip curled in amusement. “Would you believe outside a strip joint?”

“You? In a den of debauchery?” Gene’s eyes went wide with incredulity. “Kill me now, for I never thought I’d see the day.” Gene flopped onto the couch with his hands clasped to his chest.

Simon shifted uncomfortably. “I was outside, not in, when I found her and scented the foul ones.”

Gene sat up. “That’s right, she mentioned vampires when I dropped her off. I assured her you would have dispatched them.”