The succubus is having a latte at Danny's when some dark haired chick walks in with a panther and they grab a booth.
The chick wears killer boots.
"Bitch," mutters the succubus, before finishing off the latte.
It's only eight, no sleepers to stalk, but she gets up and makes for the door anyway.
"Nice boots," she says to the chick, with a wink. The panther stops shredding the booth with its claws and fixes its yellow eyes on the succubus.
Its lip curls up, revealing gleaming canines and dangerous intent.
The cheap silverware lifts off the table and bends from the charge in the air.
The succubus leans close, her red lips nearly touching the ebony ear of the cat.
"Honey...don't you ever sleep?"
They hiss at each other for a moment, and then the succubus is off like a prom dress, out the door and into the street.
If you're thinking of becoming a succubus,
This one could tell you
It's not all daisies and puppy dogs.
Succubi sit home on a Friday night just like anybody else.
But not this time.
After smoking for a few hours with a gargoyle on the roof of the Frank. J. Wabeek building,
She crosses the street and slips in a window.
She creeps down the hall.
"Nice Muchas," she thinks, admiring the prints of vintage advertising art on the walls.
Then she is slipping through a doorway and into someone's dreams.
In this dream, there are chocolate trees and caramel streets.
In this dream, the sky leans down and kisses any woman walking by.
In this dream, Brazilian music plays and there is the constant feeling of sultry anticipation.
The succubus knows
She is there to steal a soul.
She also knows
Slowly, the way hot fudge melts ice cream,
She settles in next to the sleeper, wrapping herself around her like a sarong.
"Mmm...Chloe," she murmurs helplessly.
"Uh huh," comes the soft reply, and then the arms, the butterscotch lips that everybody needs, even demons.
In the morning, the sleeper turns out to be a waitress named Denise.
She goes to work, lets herself in, and starts the coffee.
She smiles, thinking about the succubus,
Hoping that when she gets back, her apartment will not be empty;
In the middle of all these early morning daydreams,
She sets down a saucer of cream
For the panther
Asleep like a baby
In booth #5.