The back door sounds nice.

You land silently and furl your wings. Effortlessly you cast an illusion of humanity about you. You look at yourself and you look like, well, you look like the old you, only much sexier. Perky D-cups have replaced your adequate C's, you are a bit more thin and toned. Your nice legs have grown longer and sexier and you are showing them off nicely with a shiny black latex mini-dress, that leaves nothing to the imagination. You strut toward the back door with six inch heeled clear plastic pumps. You are nearly to the door when a large man blocks your way.

"No going in there without permission."

He is well muscled with a shaven head, a perfect little snack. You let him breath in your scent until you see he is aroused. You push him back against the wall. As you unzip his fly you whisper, "Oh, I have permission."

"Umm, oh, whose permission?"

You kneel, pop out his dick and say "Yours." You begin suck. Wrapping your demonic tongue around his member and giving him the blow-job of his life.

He comes screaming "Yes, oh yes!"

"See, I told you I have permission." You push him down and straddle him. You kiss him, infecting him. In moments he is erect again and you let him slide into you. You drop the illusion of humanity and use your wings and gravity to ride him. He is far to gone to notice or care. Beneath you, you feel him come. You feel his modest dick grow to a more pleasing size. He comes again as he opens his eyes. They are beautiful, dark and red slitted just like yours. You lift yourself off him and replace your glamour.

He growls, "Please, more mistress."

You stare him down and retort, "You will be a good boy and guard the door. See to it nobody else enters and I might send you a treat."

"Sorry mistress, I obey." He responds.

You open the door and walk into the dressing room. At this time of morning there are only three other dancers there. You introduce yourself as a new hire and they introduce themselves.

There is Felicity, she is young rather flat chested, though not unattractive. She claims she is stripping to pay for school. She also clearly has lesbian tendencies and is very experimental. You can see her lust for you build as you talk to her. Sitting and applying her makeup is Jolene. She is clearly pushing forty with some substance **** problems, and a huge crush on the bouncer. Lastly, there is Grace. She is quite the surprise. She wears a small cross about her neck and the vile thing is actually repelling you. Grace's soul is pure. She is no virgin, but she is a beacon of goodness. To let her go uncorrupted would be dangerous, as an adversary she could resist your charms and probably send scores of your brother's and sisters back to hell. On the other hand, corrupted she would make an epic meal, and become a powerful ally.

You lick your lips hungrily and try to puzzle out what to do.