Instagram Follower PART 1

Instagram Follower PART 1 “Oh yeah,” I finally blurt out. But instead of Angela, there is a buxom redhead all dressed in a leather corset sitting in a chair. “But I can’t,” she says. “Why me?” I ask, as I try to process the succubus’s words. They just watched there mother go through the same thing a year ago. The succubus’s words echo in my mind, promising power and vitality beyond my wildest dreams. A sly smile spreads across her face, and she inches closer, her breath dancing across my skin. Not only that, you have a thing for Angela, I can tell.”

I swallow hard, my heart pounding in my chest as I try to process her words. “But first, let’s have some more privacy,” she says. He nods discreetly towards the woman, and I follow his gaze to a stage in the corner of the room, partially hidden by a tattered velvet curtain. “What kind of business?”

The succubus’s smile falters, and she pouts, her full lips curling downward in a gesture that’s almost childlike.