I sighed. There is a moment in every girl's life when she must choose between the lesser of evils. When you're a succubus, those moments come quite often. And right now, I had to choose. I could risk Niphon never leaving town or I could kiss Tawny.
Lesser of evils.
Standing on my tiptoes, I pressed my lips to hers and cut off her babbling. Her lips tasted like bubble gum, probably from the lip gloss. It wasn't a big kiss or anything—barely any tongue—but it was enough. A surge of power poured out of me and into her. Breaking the kiss, I stepped away and looked at her. Her form had stabilized. Meanwhile, I was now down even more in my own energy, but nowhere near the low she'd just experienced.
Her blue eyes widened to an impossible size. 'How…what was that?'
'A kiss,' I said dryly. 'Something you've apparently got to learn about too.' Seeing her still-stunned look, I shook my head. 'We're vessels for power and life, Tawny. Usually, it passes into our bodies, but sometimes it can be transferred out to other creatures. Succubi and incubi can share it with each other. What I just gave you should keep you going a little longer.'
'I don't know,' said Cody suddenly. 'I think you should give her some more, just to be safe.'
Tawny touched her lips, like she could still feel my kiss. 'Wow.' Her form shifted, and the mascara mess vanished. Her normal, eerily perfect face reappeared.
I sat down on the arm of the couch, near Peter. 'Okay. Now let's figure out how in the world this is even possible. What happened to Nick the auctioneer? You guys seemed pretty close last night.'
'Well,' she mumbled, staring down at her feet. 'That kind of fell apart.'
'How could it fall apart? He was drooling all over you!'
'Yeah, but he had to stay and close up there, so we couldn't go out last night. I left without him. Today, I called to set up a date, and he said he didn't want to. That he was cool just giving the money to charity and not to bother with anything else.'
'He said that?' I asked incredulously. I eyed her suspiciously. 'What did you say to him beforehand?'
'What do you mean?'
'Did you just call and ask him out right away?'
'Well, no…we made small talk. Not that it did much good. He seemed kind of bored by the end.'
Surprise, surprise. Tawny didn't strike me as the world's greatest conversationalist. I could only imagine what she must have babbled about to scare him off.
'Okay,' I said, disappointed. Nick had seemed like a sure thing. 'Maybe you shouldn't, like, talk to them. What about the strip club job? Did you follow up on that?'
She jerked her head up and looked like she might cry again. 'I tried! They said I wasn't qualified.'
Even the guys couldn't stay out of this now.
'How can you not qualify for a job as a stripper?' asked Cody.
'Yeah, don't you just have to take off your clothes?' asked Hugh.
'They said I couldn't dance,' she explained.
We all stared.
'Okay…' I wondered if maybe I should have read the mentor's handbook after all. 'Let's see it.'
'See what?'
'You. Dancing.'
Tawny looked around the room in terror. 'Here?' she squeaked. 'In front of all of you?'
'If you can't take your clothes off in front of your friends,' said Peter, 'who can you take them off in front of?' I elbowed him.
'I can't,' she whispered.
'Tawny,' I barked. My voice held the authority of a drill sergeant. She jumped. 'I am not making out with you until the end of time. You want to do this, then you've got to work for it. Now, take off your clothes.'
'Oh,' said Hugh. 'I've waited ten years to hear you say that to another woman.'
I found my stereo remote and turned it on. 'Tainted Love' started playing.
'I can't strip to the eighties!'
'Tawny!'
With a terrified look in my direction, she moved to the center of the living room. At first, she just kind of stood there, and then, slowly, she tried to step in time to the music. I say tried because she was so off the beat, it was astonishing. I don't think I could have been that out of sync if I'd tried. Finally, she gave up moving her feet at all and simply focused on her upper body, swaying her arms and torso slightly. It was the most awkward, uncomfortable spectacle I'd ever seen.
At last, she decided she'd 'danced' enough and began removing her clothing. She apparently couldn't multitask, however, and gave up all pretenses of moving to the music. Instead, she stood still and started unbuttoning her zebra-print blouse. Her fingers fumbled on the third button down, and it took her almost thirty seconds to unfasten it.
'Stop, please stop,' I said, turning off the music. 'Your goal is to take years off people's lives, but not like this.'
'Was I bad?' she asked.
'No,' I said. 'You were terrible.'
She stuck her lower lip out in a pout.
'Oh, come on,' said Cody, ever the kindly one in our group. 'That's kind of mean.'
'Hey, I'm supposed to be a teacher, not a friend.'
'The School of Georgina is a harsh one,' intoned Peter solemnly.
'It's not that easy,' Tawny said, looking at me accusingly. 'If you really are my teacher, then show me how to do it.'
Four faces watched me expectantly. I started to protest, then remembered that helping Tawny meant Niphon would leave Seattle that much faster. Getting up off the couch arm, I took her place in the center of the room.
'Okay, first off, you're missing two things. One, listen to the music and move with it. There's a beat. Find it. Move your feet and your body—your whole body—to it. Become part of it.' Tawny's blank look told me I was getting too esoteric for her. 'Then, when it comes time to take off your clothes, remember that you're not doing it to be practical. You're doing it for someone else. Make it dramatic. Make it artful.'
I turned the stereo on and clicked to the next track on my mix CD. It was 'Iron Man.'
'Hey!' Tawny said. 'How come you get metal?'
'Not even you can strip to Ozzy,' scoffed Hugh.
I gave him a sidelong glance. 'I can strip to anything, baby.'
I started moving. For me, there was no thought required at all. I'd been a dancer since my mortal days. I loved it. There was no music. There was no me. We were the same being. My body flowed to its melody and rhythm, every one of my movements graceful and sensual. I didn't even pay attention to my friends. I just let myself get lost in the dance.
I didn't have much on to begin with. I had panties and a bra underneath the robe, but I intended to leave them on. I was close to my friends but not that close. But, I made the most out of taking off the robe, letting my hands slide over my silk-covered body. I slowly untied the sash, drawing the experience out, and finally let it slip to the floor. I took my heels off with equal deliberateness.
Literally never missing a beat, I told Tawny, 'When you've got this down, we'll move onto lap dances.'
I moved over to where Hugh sat on the loveseat and positioned my legs so that I straddled him while barely touching him. A stripper's art. I ran my fingers through my hair, my body still rippling like a ribbon.
'Hey, big spender,' I said.
He looked appreciative but more amused than anything else. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a one dollar bill.
'Hugh,' I said. 'Don't insult me.'
With a sigh, he produced a five and tucked it underneath my bra strap.
'Hey, Seth,' Cody suddenly said.
I looked up and saw Seth standing in the doorway. When Tawny had come barreling through, I'd left the door ajar. A look of comic bemusement was on his face.
'Hey,' he said, studying me. 'So…you're paying for dinner?'
