The Succubae Seduction: Chapters 15-19 - Sex Stories

The Succubae Seduction: Chapters 15-19

... my magically modified car, I’m able to make out cops rushing out of the building, and looking around for us. They stop in consternation, unable to see where we went. “Why didn’t they shoot at us?” I ask the succubus as I head back to the front. “They couldn’t,” she says. “We didn’t pose any real threat to them, so they couldn’t use lethal force. Also, there were officers all around us, and they risked hitting one of their own.” Thank goodness for laws and honest cops, I think to myself. What am I going to do now, though? I’m likely to go on a terrorist watch list or something. I guess I’m not going back to work after all, come Monday. Sheila’s going to be upset, and I wonder what Jennifer is going to think about my absence. “Angela,” I say, getting an idea, “I need to make a call. Know where I can borrow a phone?” Without blinking she reaches into her breast pocket and pulls out a small cell phone, with Hello Kitty on the cover. “Where. . .?” I ask her, wondering why she would have a mobile phone. “Just because I was born four-hundred years ago, doesn’t mean I can’t be a modern girl,” she laughingly says. “Besides, the good officer Jenkins had it on her when I copied her image. Anyone you call with it will appear as if it’s coming from her.” I hesitate only a moment, hoping that we haven’t already gotten the female cop into trouble, before turning it on. The background image on her home screen shows her with some man, not the officer that’d been fantasizing about her, and a ...

... tiny baby that is obviously her daughter. I dial the police station that we’d just escaped from, and wait for the operator. As soon as he answers, I ask for the captain of the station. “This is Captain Jewkes,” a male voice answers a couple seconds later. “Captain Jewkes,” I say as calmly as I can, my heart pounding like a drum, “this is Lyden Snow.” There is silence for a moment, and I can only imagine him waving at someone to start doing a line trace. I’m not sure if that’s what’s really happening, but I hope the clone of Jenkins’s phone works enough to throw them off our trail. Regardless of the cause for the pause, he starts speaking a couple seconds later. “Mr. Snow, you ran out of here in such a hurry, we didn’t get the chance to properly talk before.” His voice is even and calm making me wonder if they train all officers to be able to talk so easily. “Why don’t you come back, and we can have a nice little chat.” “I sat there for I don’t know how long,” I reply, trying to mimic his easy banter, “and the only person who came in, threatened to call her friends and have me executed before I ever made it to trial.” There is another silence as my statement sinks in. “I didn’t start the fire at my apartment complex, Captain. Those twelve deaths were not my fault,” I continue, wanting to get my side of the story out. “When you were in here before, you stated that you were gone when the fires happened. You can see how we might jump to conclusions when we find video evidence to ...