Reel her in

"It's not a problem, truly," you assure her.

You breathe in the sweet aroma of the tea, half feigning to just be enjoying the cup, but also reaching out with your aura and sending wave after soft wave over her already frazzled body.

"Smells great! Thank you very much, Jen," you say with a smile.

She blushes deeply and prettily as you take your first sip, her hands fidgeting with preening as she subconsciously leans towards you. There was her scent again, sweet and intoxicating, and no wonder as she had sat on your armrest, just barely close enough for your legs to touch.

"That's um... that's an interesting book you have picked out," she begins, looking over your shoulder. "I don't think I've seen that one on our shelves."

"Me neither," you agree. "But I've been finding myself more interested in this kind of material lately. It's odd but attractive."

"Do you believe in these sorts of things?" she asks curiously.

You pause for a split second, measuring how to answer. On the one hand, you could throw caution to the wind and tell her everything, and possibly get branded a nutjob in need of psychiatric care, sex appeal aside. On the other...

"I think everything has a grain of truth, no matter how bizarre or fantastical," you answer slowly. "I think it's good to stay curious as we get older."

She hums thoughtfully at your words, her fingers now tracing up and down your arm. You could tell now she was trying to regain some sense of control over the situation so as not to appear like a lust-struck schoolgirl. Not that you were complaining. You had a leg crossed on your knee, with one hand steadying the book in place while the other traced up her sock-clad calf. She leaned ever so slightly into your touch, her breath heavy and wanting. Thank the Mother both of you were alone together, she was nearly sitting in your lap at this point.

"What time do you get off?" you ask lowly, leaning close to her.

"Whenever you want me to," she answers, biting her lip.

She was leaning even closer now, her eyes locked with yours, your lips reaching forward to meet hers. The tension was thick enough to cut with a knife. Closer, closer, your faces hovered towards each other, when the bell of the front door chimes with a customer's entrance. She immediately hops off, back into service mode with as cheerful of a "Welcome in!" as you received. The spell was broken for a moment, but you didn't care. You liked this sort of slower burn, in spite of your desire to just take her up against one of these bookshelves here and now.

With a sly wink sent your way, she returns to her station behind the counter for the new customer, a middle-aged man in casual business dress. Thankfully, he either never saw your compromising predicament with the bubbly barista or chose not to comment. You do notice his own attempts at flirtation, suave as they might seem but also slightly predatory. She rolls with these punches with ease, is ever charming and savvy, and even finesses a $20 tip over a small coffee. The entire time, she shoots you subtle glances and smiles, cues that go completely unnoticed by the forty-something-year-old vainly trying to woo her. Your ego swells at this, and you happily return to your tea and book.

As the morning ticks by, you gain greater insight from the book about Incubi and Succubi, how in folklore they would be charged with the possession, imprisonment, and impregnation of their victims, and yes even the **** of a few more unfortunate individuals. You paid special attention to these notes and passages, having zero desire to suck out someone's soul regardless of how much more powerful you would become. You had a feeling Jen was strong of spirit and heart, but you were going into your new lifestyle almost entirely blind.

Setting the aged tome aside, you return to the shelf and pick out another book, this time a new-age book on energy work and spiritual healing. You reasoned if the "vampiric" quality of feeding on someone's soul had the same core concepts as say... aura control or energy manipulation, then you could control the feeding in that same manner.

By now the proper flow of clientele picks up as the day approaches the lunch rush, the cafe also being known for a reasonable selection of healthy eats. Jen is fully in the zone at this point, her work a blur behind the counter. Every now and then, she catches your gaze from across the cafe, and her bashful expression returns in spite of the hard work she was doing. Nevertheless, she kept her stride and knocked out orders as quickly as they came in. A coworker had also arrived to help pick up the slack, allowing Jen some much-needed breathing room to get a couple of orders out to some customers dining in. As she passes you to return to her station, she smoothly slips a piece of paper into your hand.

My shift ends at noon. Meet me out back in the parking lot.

You look up from the note just in time to catch her throwing a subtle wink over her shoulder. A small smile crept upon your face. That was only 5 minutes from now. Finishing your now lukewarm tea, you set it aside in a small bin they have for dirty dishes, and with your two books in hand, you return to the counter to cash out. Jen's coworker, an older woman with an equally cheerful disposition rings you up.

"Find a new treasure today?" she asks with a smile.

"A couple of new treasures actually," you answer happily, your gaze drifting over her shoulder to Jen working on a panini.

"Glad to hear it!" she replies, marking off the books to be removed from their inventory and oblivious to your glances at her coworker. "Cash or card?"

"Card please, I have a tab open with Jen."

She rings you up for the appropriate amount and turns the tablet to face you.

"Thank you so much for coming in today, hope to see you again soon!"

"I can't wait," you agree with a smile, giving Jen a generous 25% tip for her "exemplary service."

With your new books in hand, you make your way out of the cafe through its back entrance to the parking lot. You pass by Jen on the way out, flashing her a smile and wink as you went. The door shuts behind you, you stow your books away in the backseat of the car, and when you turn back around you see Jen's petite form hurrying towards you, her denim schoolbag slung over her shoulder. You barely have a moment to say a word before she flings her arms around your neck, kissing you fiercely.

You return the kiss as quickly as you were able, your own hands grasping her hips and pulling her close against you. She was so hot to the touch, so sweet against your lips, and the sheer scent of her arousal was stronger than ever.

"My place... just down the road... roommate gone..." she says against your lips between kisses.

"Get in the car," you growl into her ear.

She hastily obeys, jumping off you and running around to the passenger side. You join her and after a few more **** minutes of making out in the parking lot, you fire off the engine and get underway. She must've planned this, as she's already got her GPS pulled up and on speaker, and she was undoing your belt. You send the highest praises to Lilith for your newfound gift as Jen wraps her pretty lips around your already hardened member.

"Oh fuck..." you groan out loud as you carefully maneuver the car in her phone's direction.

She hums happily around your cock, swirling her tongue around the tip and powerfully stroking you with one hand, the other buried into her pumpkin shorts and rubbing furiously at her thoroughly drenched kitten. It takes a tremendous effort of willpower not to put yourself through oncoming traffic. Thankfully, Jen's apartment was not even 5 minutes down the road, easily within walking distance of the cafe, and in no time at all you were parking next to her building, a quaint two-story for the campus crowd.

"Jen... we're here love..." you manage to say, patting her head.

Her lips pull off of your cock with a wet pop and she kisses you voraciously once more.

"I'm sorry it's just... I'm just so... fucking horny..." she whimpers against your lips. "Upstairs... 211..."