Some familiar friends, one not.

A phone rang on the darkly lacquered desk of an immaculately kept office, a beautiful pipe organ playing for a few seconds before a pale white hand with sharp, neat black fingernails picked up the phone.

"Alison, My dear! It's been far too long! How's my favorite customer doing?" Black painted lips smiled as they greeted the **** loving woman on the other side of the phone. A few quick pleasantries were exchanged as the lovely ghost of a woman greeted her old friend.

"Brittney's going to call me in a second about a girl's night? Well that sounds marvelous, what's the occasion?" She spoke into her phone. It had been awhile since she'd seen either of the delightfully sinful sisters. Brittney had moved right back into town a few months ago and then her and Alison had almost all but disappeared after two weeks. Not the strangest of things, fellow practitioners of arcane arts had a tendency to get lost in experiments or plans for months at a time.

She'd even once spent a full year and a half holed up, perfecting a delightful little hex that would have a man bleed, ever so slightly in the urethra, painlessly and never dangerously. It let her get a delightfully nutritious taste with whomever she'd taste that night, he gets his rocks off, she gets a little snack, he heals up the instant she's done with him and no one's the wiser. That little hex could literally let her live off of blowing some customers, but that is hardly a healthy diet.

Reminding herself she was still on the phone, she caught the tail end of her friend's story "Sorry, I spaced out for a moment. Was thinking about the last time I was missing for awhile. Girls' night at my club so Brittney and I can..."

Some light laughter sounded musically from her phone before the incestuous mother on the other side went through her plan again.

The pale woman's smile widened as she heard about her chaotic friend's baby girl had a parasite to remove. She was starting to go through her list of magically enhanced toxins and poisons she could use when she heard some details about her friend's plan.

"Really? Nothing dangerous? Well that's no fun at all. I thought this was going to be interesting?" She pouted her black painted lips prettily into her phone.

Some more laughter could be heard before her friend started to explain some things, and what she might be able to do with her help.

The pale woman's dark eyes widened as she thought about the implications.

They hung up shortly after that, there were preparations to make, even for a mundane task like this.

Bruce drove over to the nightclub that he'd be meeting Brittney and her friends at. He'd made an excuse of needing to do some errands before heading over, but really he'd gone and made sure he had six doses of his little miraculous mixture before heading out. One for each milf and an extra two for emergencies. You never knew when you're going to need something that makes someone more 'pliable' over the night or the next morning, so he wanted to be prepared. He hid the tablets of his enhanced little roofie evenly in his sleeves, his well practiced slight of hand making his dosing near impossible to detect. With everything ready, Bruce mentally prepared for the night. Three family friends and his target, a fantastic way to start making some inroads that weren't that pregnant cow.

Arriving a few minutes late, Bruce found himself before one of the nicer clubs in town. "La Chat Noire" was innocent looking enough nestled between two other buildings, though the bouncer standing there was giving Bruce a bad vibe before he even got to the door. Thankfully, apparently his target had been waiting for him just inside before he had to play the 'my friends are in there already' game. The fact that she'd been waiting for him was a good sign by his standards.

His milfy little subject had dressed in a low cut black dress that had a delightful slit up the side that gave him both a mouthwatering view of her cleavage and her legs. She had to be wearing either the highest riding panties ever, or was going commando under there, and that was a glorious sign to him. Her outfit screamed that she wanted him, he might not even need to use his little mixture to get into this milf.

Brittney smiled as she grabbed Max's hand and dragged him in. "Come on, we've got a table already!"

Being dragged into the club by such and exquisite woman was everything Bruce loved as he gave the brute of a bouncer a smug look as he entered.

Actually entering the club, Bruce was taken aback for a moment. The club was much bigger on the inside than Bruce expected.

While the club looked small outside, apparently that was some feat of engineering he'd never expected in this small town. Also, apparently the two buildings next door had been bought out and assimilated into one. Just down a hallway, the first floor housed a massive dancefloor that had a pounding beat already in full swing. The sound muffling must be incredible for him not to have heard it outside.

Passing by a few small check ins and a small bar, Brittney tugged Bruce over to the side to some elegant stairs, leading to a large view over the dancefloor, with paths around to tables overlooking the dancefloor. Bruce could see groups already seated, drinking, eating, and dancing on the tables in small boxes around the floor. More traditional tables and eating happening closer to the walls. Someone must have been a master of acoustics when they designed this place, because the first floor had a loud, pounding level of volume Bruce could feel in his chest, but here on the second floor, it was a more delightfully more manageable level.

Again, Bruce felt himself tugged up some stairs, ones that he hadn't noticed as he had been checking out the second floor. Apparently his little future in-law was well connected if she was heading up to undoubtedly the VIP area of the club unimpeded.

Bruce found himself being brought over to a tastefully decorated alcove overlooking the second and first floors, the insanely busty little sexpot from earlier already there. If this was the level of friends his future-in-law was bringing, he'd be getting pussy no matter what.

Brittney smiled at Bruce, "I'm sure you've already seen her around the house, but this is Gabrielle. We've been friends before I moved away with Max, Holly and Molly. If anyone has some childhood stories of Illyana and her sisters, she'll have plenty. The other two should be here in a minute... Ah, There's Dessa!" She said as she looked over the ledge towards the second floor.

There Bruce could see a delicious thirty-something dirty blonde with in a slinky little cocktail dress was hugging a younger looking bright blonde bimbo looking club girl. Both looked delectable, each girl's large breasts pressing together deliciously across the way as the two hugged goodbye. The bright blonde one heading for what looked like the stairs down as the darker blonde made her way in their direction. She must have greeted a friend on her way over. So long as she was as easy as the other two seemed to be, Bruce didn't care.

Bruce started making some of the usual polite niceties with the shortstacked bimbo while they waited for 'Dessa' to get up the stairs. Only a short moment later, the dirty blonde got up the stairs.

"Brittney! It's been too long!" The cheery dirty blonde shouted as she got closer, giving his future in law a giant hug, pressing her large chest against the milf's own. Bruce paused for the briefest of moments to enjoy the delicious view of the busty two greeting each other before getting up to greet the newcomer.

"Hi there, I'm Bruce. You're Dessa, right?" Bruce smiled at the new girl.

"Yes! Hello! You must be Illyana's man! How are you?! Welcome to the family!" Dessa loudly proclaimed.

Bruce had met plenty of friendly women like this before and things were just getting better and better. A bubbly blonde and a shortstacked sexpot with his little milf sounded like the perfect night. He was honestly a little excited to see the fourth slut, if these were the first three.

Bruce played the perfect gentleman, helping the blonde to her seat and getting some starting pleasantries going. Apparently Dessa had worked with Illyana's older sister and had plenty of stories from before Illyana had gone off to the grad school he'd met her at.

Things were going perfectly. All the milfy sluts around him were smiling and chatting happily, all of them giving him the quiet little tells that they found him cute from the occasional looks, smiles, eye contact. Bruce was in heaven as he started planning which slut to target first.

As Bruce was starting to think about what drinks to get into the women first, Gabrielle stood up as she saw a familiar figure approaching.

"Maeve! I'm glad you finally made it!" She said as she opened her arms up for a hug for the approaching woman.

Bruce turned and was treated to a very different view than expected. While the other women were all vibrant and lively, this one was elegant and beautiful in a chilling way.

This 'Maeve' was a relatively short woman with the palest skin Bruce had ever seen. As ghostly white as she was, she exuded power. Every instinct in Bruce's body told him that he needed to be careful with her. She was some glorious marriage between the regality of the gothic look with the sensuality of a pin-up girl. She wasn't as curvy as the other women, but that did nothing to make her look any less like a queen in her tight blouse and pencil skirt. Her black painted lips quirked in a smile as she bent over to hug the shorter slut before joining the group.

Maeve looked Bruce in the eye, her dark orbs pulling his up from her more modest bust. "You must be Bruce, Welcome to my club." She smiled, and Bruce felt a shiver run down his spine of both fear and lust. The thrill of the hunt starting to rise in his veins as he took in the queenly woman before him.

If he could pull this off, he might be set for life with this little pale one dancing on his string, and not even have to lose a harem of related redheaded sluts.

He was going to have it all.