Her large breasts bounce with each movement, drawing my gaze like a magnet. The waitress smiles again, seemingly unfazed by my lack of response. Tonight I just want to forget about my troubles and blow some money on some pretty ladies. “They do as I command.”
The succubus’s gaze drifts off, her eyes clouding over as if lost in thought. A sly smile spreads across her face, and she inches closer, her breath dancing across my skin. Most people under the age of 25 don’t know how to drive them manual anymore. My heart beats faster in anticipation as she teasingly pulls the straps down her shoulders, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of her breasts. The dim spotlight catches the curves of her breasts, casting a warm glow over her skin. In front of me I can see the bright lights of the city. It’s cheaper and less controversial I suppose.
