Cooling down and heating up.

“The Dominator? Cute name, does it come with fuzzy handcuffs or is that sold separately?” Scoffed Susan, taking a sip of her drink by the time the waitress arrived and gave the man his order, along with a slip of paper with a phone number written on it, whispering into his ear. During their entire meeting, Susan noticed the scent he gave off only intensified the longer he remained where he was, all around the two she could see women becoming progressively more and more aroused, almost like their food had been spiked with a powerful aphrodisiac. Several of the women shivered in their seats, the intensity of it all affecting them greatly.

“Cute… Perhaps you need a more convincing incentive.” Stroking his goatee, the man smirked as a red glow flickered from his eyes. “I am Darrius Bardiche; the Dominator, for 3500 years I have been the downfall of every Chieftess, Queen, Empress and every other woman of power in every century on Earth.” Drinking from his drink, he continued. “I’ve been sent up here because you are pissing the man downstairs off!”

“Should I be concerned?”

“Bitch, you’re doing a LOT of damage fucking around up here, because of you, Hell is starting to chill over.”

“Poor dears… Hope they have sweaters.”

"You're supposed to be breaking hearts and causing misery up here, fucking around with men's hearts and causing women to fall apart with jealousy and guilt, not set up a fucking charity center or some shit."

"Well, I'm surprised Hell never considered doing that, its lucrative getting into the charity business when you can feed off cruel ass-holes and give to the needy."

Slamming his fist on the table, the man’s red glow in his eyes intensified. “I’m serious you fucking cunt, I’m giving you one chance, just one fucking chance, cut the bullshit and MAYBE you’ll just be one of my favorites when I’m done with you.”

Finishing her drink, Susan left a tip on the table and got up. The sight of the additional bill on the table made the incubus cringe, glaring back at Susan as if she had just spat on the table instead. “Well, I’ll say this for sure, you’re a charmer, when you go back to Hell, why don’t you tell Mephisto I’m not interested in ANY more deals… They tend to turn sour.” Giving the man a wink, Susan left the table and sashayed out into the streets. Leaving the man to fume and look back at the phone number the waitress gave him.

After passing a couple of blocks, Susan snuck into an alleyway, waiting until she was unseen before falling to her knees and collapsing to the ground. Riding up her skirt and prying her panties out of the way to shove three of her fingers into her pussy to get off and fondle her breasts and neck, Susan was lost in a drunken euphoria of arousal that ate away at her. To the rest of the women at the café it was like someone had pressed the right buttons to make them all boil hot. But to a succubus that sensitivity was 10-fold! She had never met anyone that made her that aroused in her life, if she hadn’t left the café at that moment she would probably have dove across the table to claim her lips with his and wrap her legs around him to keep from escaping.

Keening out and gasping for air, Susan had finally reached her release and collapsed into a pile of exhausted satisfaction. She was able to put up a strong front in front of the man, but she worried she would be able to last as long the next time. Slowly getting up and patting down her skirt, Susan took several minutes to calm her booming heart and slowly made her way out of the alley to head back home. After that experience, she was going to need an ice-cold shower.

*

Making it back to her home at the top floor of the Baxter building, Susan went over to the kitchen and poured herself a glass of water. Putting plenty of ice in the glass she turned to take a sip and found her brother looking back at her with a serious face.

“Oh, hi little brother, what’s new?”

“Oh nothing, just deposited my winnings from the motocross, Susan, are you in any trouble?”

Suddenly finding herself a bit nervous, Susan shook her head and took another sip. “No Johnny, I’m not, everything’s been great.”

“Are you sure? When I was at the bank, I got a few rumours that you’ve been sleeping around for money.”

Rolling her eyes and making a screwed face, Susan shook her head before answering. “Come on little brother, EVERYONE likes to think they scored a night with a superheroine… You hear the rumours about Jen? Or that Black Widow chick from SHIELD?”

“I’m serious Suzie, you’d tell me or Reed if you were in any trouble now, would you?” The young man demanded, putting his hands on her shoulders for reassurance. Breathing in deeply and sighing, Susan gave her little brother a hug and separated from him, reclaiming her drink from the counter.

“Johnny… You know I’d never lie to you… So, I wont.” Heading out of the kitchen and leaving her brother to stand there scratching his head. Susan mentally kicked herself in the ass for not making a better effort to hide her identity when she was off doing gigs, at the very least she could change her name so people wouldn’t put two and two together. Finishing her drink, she entered the washroom and prepared that freezing shower, hopefully that would snap her out of the funk she fell into after that café stint.

*

Meanwhile in a hotel across the city…

“Phew… Thanks doll, you REALLY helped me deal with some stress I built up earlier.” Mused the Dominator as he re-buttoned his shirt and put on his shoes, looking back at the bed, the waitress that asked him out after serving him his drink was more than pleased when he came to see her, even more so when he offered her a night she wouldn’t forget. “Oh, don’t bother getting up, I know I leave the ladies too tired anyways.”

Splayed out on the bed with eyes glazed over from overstimulation, the woman had been so thoroughly fucked she was trapped in the moment of her release, a frozen look of orgasmic pleasure was etched into her face as she lay limp and soiled on the bedsheets. “Oh, and between you and me? You weren’t amazing… 2 out of 5 tops, fuck I didn’t even get a chance to cum and you were already shaking.”

Pulling on his jacket, the man looked himself over in the mirror, his reflection was anything but human. Revealing his true self, the mirror showed a red skinned monstrosity with massive gnarled horns appreciating his smoldering features through glowing red eyes like searing coal embers, smiling back with a toothy grin before heading to the hotel room door and continuing his outer monologue.

“Now that Susan bitch, I haven’t seen a woman put up with me like than in over 500 years! I’m gonna enjoy breaking her!”