Chapter 9: Party!

The queue to enter the club wasn’t long and soon enough Isabel stood in front of the bouncer while Tanmo and Volos were flanking her. She was aware her tight fitting dress was showing off her feminine curves and even though her makeup was subtle she knew she looked pretty hot.

It was clear the bouncer wasn’t impressed by the incubi and Isabel could feel the envy of the man simmering in her lower abdomen. She knew there was a chance they would be rejected and without thinking she used her newly gained ability to pour some of her excitement into his being. To her delight the man started to smile warmly as she said enthusiastically, “Hi, thank god it’s Friday again!”

“It certainly is Miss,” he replied with a chuckle but then asked a little concerned, “What’s with the dudes? Are they going to be any trouble?”

“Oh definitely not,” she said upbeat with a radiant smile, “They are with me so I can have a great time dancing.”

“Alright Miss,” he said as he opened the door, “Hope they’ll play your favorite songs.”

“Thank you. I’ll bet they do,” she purred as she passed the man, already enjoying the heavy beats which were clearly audible.

Tanmo and Volos nodded slightly to the bouncer, completely flabbergasted by what just had happened.

“What the hell?” Volos whispered in Tanmo’s ear, “She just manipulated the mood of that man!”

“As any succubus would do to get what she wants,” replied Tanmo with a slight shudder to Volos as they followed the swinging Isabel into the club.

There was another man standing at the next door and as soon as the front door was closed he opened it to let the trio enter the club. The loud music blasted straight out of the door and Isabel grinned as she saw the shocked looks on the incubi’s faces.

The place was dark, sparsely lit by spot lights and Isabel guided them past the large bar where the bass drum of the extremely loud song made the glasses rattle. The incubi had trouble keeping up with Isabel as they were distracted by the many sexily dressed women who were having a great time.

It was Tanmo who practically had to drag Volos along and it didn’t take him long to find Isabel who had spotted an empty table.

The table was cleverly placed in a secluded alcove, away from the large speakers and the booming music was at a bearable level. As soon as the incubi joined Isabel they were fascinated by the unrestricted view of the dancing area.

The sweeping rhythm of the song made most of the people at the dance floor jump up and down and with eyes as big as saucers the incubi stared at the hopping crowd.

Then suddenly the music changed into a funky beat and as Isabel cheered loudly she tried to pull both men to the dance floor. As only Tanmo was willing to join her she pointed with her fingers at her eyes and then at Volos, indicating he had to watch them closely.

To Isabel’s delight the floor was less crowded and she was pleased she was able to enjoy the space to express herself. She had to smile as Tanmo tried to follow her gracious moves which looked quite charming and she loved the fact that the DJ kept the funky beat going as the next song was mixed in. It had been a long while since she had such a great time and she truly enjoyed Tanmo’s company, who gradually had found a way to smoothly move at the beat. Isabel truly enjoyed the music and she was pleased she wasn’t bothered by any other men.

She accidentally bumped into someone and as she turned to apologize she couldn’t believe her eyes as she saw who was the person she had bumped into.

She squealed happily and then exclaimed, “Themisa!”

She couldn’t stop laughing as she hugged the stunned but also happy brunette.

As they parted Themisa had her hand over her mouth as she stared with awe at Isabel’s daring outfit and she moved closer to overcome the loud music. “Wow,” she spoke in Isabel’s ear, “I hardly recognize you. You look so amazing!”

“Come join me,” Isabel replied, “We have a table and there the music is less loud.”

Themisa nodded with a broad smile and she grabbed Isabel’s hand as they skipped on the rhythm of the music towards the table where Volos stood, completely rigid as he realized that Isabel was bringing the stunningly beautiful brunette with her.

Tanmo had watched the scene with great interest as he was very curious how the women had met and he hadn’t missed how eager the brunette had grabbed Isabel’s hand, knowing the woman had the hots for her.

“Guys,” said Isabel enthusiastically, “This is Themisa.”

“Themisa,” she continued as she touched Tanmo’s arm, “This is Tanmo.”

Tanmo gently took her hand and said with a warm smile etched on his face, “Nice to meet you, Themisa.”

“Likewise,” Themisa replied as she looked him straight in the eyes, “Nice to meet you too.”

“And this is Volos,” Isabel said as she turned to the blonde incubus.

Themisa shook his hand and her smile was a little nervous as she said, “Nice to meet you Volos.”

Volos couldn’t prevent using his signature smile to woo a woman and almost purred, “Nice to meet you Themisa.”

Isabel hadn’t noticed the subtle interchange and asked Themisa in an upbeat tone, as she filled the empty glasses with water, “You want water Themisa?”

“Yes please,” she said as she gratefully accepted the glass from Isabel.

“Are you with friends, Themisa?” asked Tanmo politely, “Perhaps they can join us as well.”

“I came here with my neighbor,” she replied with a sigh as she stared at the couple at the dance floor, “But he is too preoccupied to notice I’m not on the dance floor anymore.”

Tanmo raised his eyebrows but decided to say nothing.

“It’s our deal,” she explained with a smile, “He brings me here and because he’s with me he’s allowed to enter the club.”

The DJ had started a new song, which caused both Isabel and Themisa to whoop and as they danced towards the dance floor, Volos meekly followed them, knowing Tanmo had had his tax at the moment. He however wouldn’t mind a dance with both beautiful women. He felt the brunette was hiding something but he couldn’t put his finger on what it was.

With a grin plastered on his face Volos watched the girls teasing Tanmo at the dance floor but then he saw something in his peripheral view which demanded his attention. There was another table in the same alcove which was occupied by two couples. He had seen the man staring at the breasts of his dance partner, knowing he wanted the girl badly.

Volos had noticed the man behaving awkwardly as he was constantly looking around nervously. Then he fished a little bottle out of his trousers’ pocket and surreptitiously poured the content in the cocktail glass of his partner.

The incubus knew instantly what was going on and calmly walked to the man who was gently twirling the liquid in the glass.

“May I?” Volos asked as he took the glass out of the man’s hand without waiting for his approval. He carefully sniffed at the cocktail and as he handed it back to him he said, “I want you to drink it. All of it.”

The man looked aghast at the glass and then at the incubus. “I don’t think so,” he retorted as he put the glass back at the table.

Volos stepped closer, deliberately invading the man’s personal space and spoke clearly, “You are going to drink it, one way or the other and if I have to help you I’ll make sure you’ll remember it the rest of your life.”

Slowly the man picked up the glass and with a little shake he brought it to his lips.

“Drink it!” Volos spat.

That was enough for the man to oblige immediately and with big gulps he drained the glass in one go.

“That’s my boy,” Volos said satisfied, “I want you to go to the restroom and look at yourself in the mirror. I want you to remember what that stuff is doing to you. Is that understood?”

As the man nodded slowly and as the color of his face had drained completely he rushed away. Volos smiled as he knew the man would be violently sick for the rest of the night and walked back to the table, enjoying the music. Only moments later the girl, whose drink was spiked, entered the alcove and as she wanted to take a sip she saw her glass was empty.

Volos stepped towards her and said, “Your date drank it. After he had spiked it with a nasty drug.”

“Huh?” she asked gobsmacked, “Why did he drink it?”

“Because I made him,” he replied flatly, “The drug would have made you very willing.”

“Oh my god,” she gasped.

“Does he know where you live?”

“No, thank god,” she said as she nervously was fumbling with her phone.

“Good,” Volos said with a smile, “I assume you need a taxi to get home?”

She only could nod as she was still a little shaken by the fact her blind date could have ended very badly.

As Volos handed her a 20 dollar bill he said, “Best is you go to the bar and order an Angel shot on the rocks.”

She looked confused at the money as she asked, “I need to order what? And why the money?”

“If you order an Angel shot the people at the bar know you’re in trouble,” he explained, “And on the rocks means you want to take a taxi home. Google it when you’re safely at home.”

She nodded but then she said as she looked him straight in the eyes, “You still didn’t tell me why you gave me the money. I’m sorry I find it hard to believe you just gave it to me.”

Volos chuckled and said soothingly, “I assume your plan was to share the taxi with your date and I forced him to drink your cocktail. So, because of me you’ve lost out.”

She smiled weakly as she understood his good intentions, then she suddenly hugged him and whispered in his ear, “Thank you, you’re an angel.”

“I’m definitely not an angel but you’re very welcome,” he said softly, “Be safe.”

She nodded as they parted from the hug and with a determined look on her pretty face she turned towards the bar.

“What happened to that girl?” Themisa asked as she had witnessed the last few moments.

As Volos kept an eye on the girl who was waiting to be served he said, “Her date had spiked her drink.”