Humanity won't cleanse itself

You take a peek at the profile of your next fuck. Cute enough, though it hardly matters. After a few texts and selfies back and forth you agree to meet 'Eddy' at the Hatton Inn bar.

You tap Jonathon. "A little detour. Stop at Hatton. Wait for me I shouldn't be too long."

"Of course mistress."

You walk in, enjoying the lustful stares of patrons at the bar. Indeed perhaps when you are done with Eddy you'll stay for seconds.

You see him sitting at the bar. He lied more than a little. Not that, that, bothers you. His essence, however, is dark already. He hardly needs any cleansing at all.

You walk up to him. "Hi, wanna fuck?"

"Wow, direct aren't you."

You smile and suck on a finger.

"Should I get a room?"

You lean in and whisper. "How about the alley, that's so much dirtier."

His jaw drops a bit. You grab his hand and lead him outside.

You look him in the eyes. "You lied a bit on your profile."

"Um."

He looks edgy.

You get nice and close. "That's alright I like liars. I'd lied a little myself."

"Are you a man or something?"

"No, better."

You let your glamour down. He seems terrified, at least until you look him in the eyes. One kiss later and you push him down and ride him.

You use your new muscles to stimulate him further. He doesn't last long, nor does the cleansing. You slide off him with a pop, and smile at your handiwork. No more feeling guilty for Eddy. His aura is as black as can be.

You are eager to get home and redecorate before sunrise, still fucking him has left you wet and horny. You could go back to the bar for seconds.