Delilah already was tired of this party.

It was the grand opening of the expansion of her eco retreat, Serenity Falls. Her main financial backer, Richard Sullivan, had insisted that they have a celebratory party. Delilah had been against it for many reasons — with her nature, it didn’t pay to have too many people getting friendly with her. Never noticeably aging was a hard thing to explain away.

But Richard had insisted, and it was hard to say no to the man considering how much money he had loaned her. A party wasn’t the worst thing to put up with. Delilah had compromised by having the gathering outside and dimly lit — and she’d also shown up late. She’d intended to do the rounds, say hello to a few select people, and then leave. Unfortunately, Richard had spotted her immediately and hadn’t left her side all evening.

It was Delilah’s own fault. She had seduced and teased the man initially in order to get what she wanted. It hadn’t been entirely on purpose. Delilah couldn’t help her nature or change it. She engendered desire within others simply by being around them — a legacy of her grandfather. Her looks only aided her unnatural abilities. Delilah knew her body looked so perfect as to seem unreal — more changes that she didn’t exactly choose. She was taller than the average woman, fit and strong, but with curves that made anyone — regardless of gender or sexual orientation — look twice. Long raven-dark hair, flawless features, and piercing eyes, made Delilah someone that was hard to ignore.

With Richard, Delilah had tried to string him along. To be polite, but distant — hoping he would take the hint and give up. Unfortunately, Richard was a man who was used to getting what he wanted. He had been persistent.

It would have been easier if he hadn’t been a good man. There was no recourse for Delilah there though. He was attractive enough as well, and Delilah had considered just giving in and sleeping with him ... but in her experience that usually made it worse. She didn’t have all the powers of her heritage, but if she wasn’t careful it was all too easy to engender obsession within others.

Delilah had never been all that skilled in controlling her abilities either. She could recognise when she had gone too far ... but that was about the extent of it. Delilah had witnessed what too much power could do to someone first hand, and was thus leery of overindulging.

She’d also considered being celibate more than once ... but she enjoyed sex far too much for that.

So Delilah found herself sitting at the bar, smiling weakly at Richard, as he bought her drink after drink. It was clear that the man was trying to get her drunk, but unfortunately for him that probably wasn’t possible. Delilah had to drink an astonishing amount to get even a mild buzz, so she was in no danger of making a drunken mistake.

The same couldn’t be said of Richard however. The man was getting noticeably inebriated as the night wore on and was getting bolder. Sitting next to her on a barstool, Richard put his hand on Delilah’s upper thigh and squeezed.

“Delilah, you’re really my kind of woman, you know that? I can’t believe you’re putting away those drinks so fast! Let me get you another...”

Delilah smiled behind her glass as Richard ordered her another drink. Despite herself, she shivered a little as he moved his hand so that he was gripping her inner thigh. It had been so long since she’d indulged with anyone ... even his drunken groping was affecting her. Delilah was wearing a loose and flowing skirt that offered little to no protection from Richard’s wandering hands.

Once again, Delilah considered sleeping with the man ... although she knew that was her neglected libido talking. With an inward sigh, Delilah took hold of Richard’s hand and moved it off her. She nudged him playfully in his side, smiling to take the sting out of the rejection.

“Perhaps we should slow down, Richard. There’s no rush. The night is young.”

“Nonsense! You are too hard to pin down — you disappear whenever I take my eyes off you! Tonight we are going to drink and enjoy ourselves. It’s a celebration after all!”

Delilah murmured polite agreement as she took another proffered glass. At least the man had switched to straight bourbon now. After the third glass of champagne, Delilah had been contemplating a night spent running back and forth to the bathroom to empty her bladder.

She clinked her glass together with Richard’s, and then knocked back her bourbon. Delilah smiled at the taste. She did like a good whiskey. Richard laughed in delight at seeing her boldly throw back the glass and quickly followed suit.

They were on their next glass of spirits when they were interrupted. Delilah turned to their visitor with gratitude — Richard had kept trying to drunkenly put his arm around her waist.

“Um, dad? I was just making sure that — oh. Um, sorry!”

Richard’s daughter, Victoria, had walked up to the bar after spotting her father. Her face turned bright pink at seeing her dad half embracing Delilah. She took a step back, but Delilah smoothly slid off the stool, walking up to the girl with a welcoming smile on her face. Victoria was a welcome distraction, and not just because it allowed Delilah to escape Richard’s wandering hands.

Delilah had first met Victoria years ago, and the girl had really bloomed into a pretty young woman. If she remembered correctly, Richard’s daughter had finished school and was now working at her father’s company to gain some work experience.

Victoria was a cute little thing, slender, with the kind of pale skin that only ever burnt in the sun, never tanned. She had a heart-shaped face, and a scattering of freckles graced the bridge of her nose in a charming fashion. Her light brown hair had a tinge of orange to it, and was currently tied up behind her. Delilah privately thought she would look better, softer, if she wore her hair down so that it framed her face. She understood the reasoning behind it though. The girl was probably trying to look older than she was. Her outfit — a backless black dress that was really cut too low in the front — supported that theory.

Delilah gently took hold of Victoria by her arms. She leant in and kissed the girl on the cheek, grinning inwardly at seeing the girl blush harder at the close contact. Oh yes, she was very cute.

“Victoria! I didn’t know you were here as well. How are you?”

“Oh, good, D-Delilah. It’s a lovely place you’ve built here. Congratulations.”

Delilah’s smile widened.

“Oh, it’s all thanks to your father that I was able to expand. Serenity Falls is getting closer to how I originally envisioned it. Won’t you join us? Your father and I were just catching up.”

Out of the corner of her eye, Delilah saw Richard shake his head slightly at his daughter. When she turned, the man had an indulgent smile upon his face.

“Oh, she doesn’t want to hang around with us. I’m sure there are some people here her own age she can meet!”

Delilah tried to protest — Victoria interested her in a way that Richard didn’t — but the girl bowed out, smiling shyly in apology. Delilah sighed as she turned back and sat down next to Richard. He put his hand on her knee again, this time sliding it up underneath her skirt. He smiled, leaning in close.

“It was nice of you to try and include my girl, but I want to make tonight just about us.”

Delilah smiled weakly as Richard ran his hand higher up her leg. Much further, and she would have to do something to stop him from doing something truly indecent. They were in public after all. Delilah kept track of Victoria out of the corner of her eye, seeing that she had sat down at table towards the end of the bar area — having introduced herself to some people. The girl kept glancing up at them, watching her father and Delilah.

Delilah squared her shoulders, suddenly tired of the night all over again. All she wanted was to head up to her private residence on the hills above Serenity Falls. It was a warm evening, she might even go for a swim in the ocean before she turned in. What she didn’t want to be doing was fending off the drunken pawing of a man who felt he had a right to her body. Even if it wasn’t entirely his fault, and she didn’t blame him for it.

Delilah raised her hand to order another bourbon for the two of them. Richard’s eyes lit up in delight, thinking that his chance was getting closer. It wasn’t to be though.

Delilah ruthlessly proceeded to get Richard drunk off his face. They knocked back glass after glass in little more than an hour, to the point that even Delilah was slightly feeling it. Richard had began to slump on his stool, his words slurring, and he stared at her blankly for a couple of seconds before answering anything she said to him.

When the man reached for his glass and knocked it over, Delilah knew it was time. She waved apologetically at her member of staff that cleaned up the spill, and then heaved the man off of the stool with a strength that would have shocked Richard had he been sober.

Not wanting to leave the man alone in this state, Delilah waved her hand at Victoria, gesturing his daughter over to them. Victoria had been keeping an eye on the two of them all night, so she was over quite quickly. The girl had been drinking as well, but wasn’t much more than tipsy.

Delilah smiled at the pretty teen.

“I’m afraid your father has overindulged a bit. Would you help me get him back to his room? You have the key to the complementary bungalow don’t you?”

Victoria blinked at her father in some surprise.

“Wow, I’ve never seen dad drink that much. Is he — is he alright? And yeah, I’ve got the key.”

“He might have quite a head in the morning, but he’ll be fine. Come on, you get under his other arm and we’ll put him to bed.”

Victoria gingerly got under her father’s arm, supporting one side of him. Delilah could have done it herself, but it didn’t pay to show off just how strong she really was. Richard laughed drunkenly as they began to help him towards his room.

“Hmm? Hmm? Oh, two such pretty girls! Hello cutie, what’s your name?”

Richard nuzzled his daughter’s cheek, surprising the girl so much she nearly dropped her father. She flinched away, craning her head as far as she could from Richard. She laughed uncomfortably.

“Dad! What are you — it’s me!”

Delilah chuckled softly. She bumped Richard with her hip, getting the man’s attention off the teen girl. Though she grimaced slightly when she felt his hand wandering down to her backside, groping her ass over her skirt. Being so drunk, Richard was being influenced even more by Delilah. Even though his behaviour was growing more distasteful, she knew it wasn’t his fault. She said as much to his daughter.

“Don’t hold it against your father, Victoria. I don’t think he even knows where he is at the moment.”

Victoria giggled despite herself at the absurdity of it.

“Yeah, I hope so! Still, he’s being a bit gross, isn’t he?”

Delilah flinched as Richard tried to slip his hand under the waistband of her skirt. Luckily it was tied pretty tight, and he soon gave up. He want back to squeezing her ass. Fortunately, Victoria wasn’t aware of what her father was doing.

“It’s not his fault. Come on, we are nearly there.”

“Yeah, I see it. He’s a bit heavy, isn’t he? Maybe you need to work out a little mor — Dad!”

Victoria jumped as she let out a startled yelp. Delilah glanced down behind them and saw that Richard’s hand was resting over his daughter’s ass. He was squeezing and groping the firm cheeks, accentuated by the tight dress Victoria was wearing. Richard’s voice was slurred.

“Mmm. So tight, honey. You are so hot. Both so sexy...”

Victoria struggled, her face bright red, on the verge of dropping her father to the ground. Delilah reached behind Richard and slapped his hand off his daughter’s ass.

“Come on, we’re almost there ... good. Let go of your father — I’ll hold him up. Unlock the door and we’ll set him down.”

Victoria fumbled at the front door, trying to unlock it. She was red-faced. Nervous. When she got the door open, Delilah half-carried Richard inside — pretending to be struggling more than she was. Knowing the layout of the new bungalows, Delilah quickly deposited Richard on the bed in the master room. He rolled over, his movements uncoordinated. He reached for her with a wide smile, but she stepped adroitly out of his reach. Delilah knuckled at the small of her back, stretching with a relieved sigh.

Delilah then turned the the blushing teen who was standing in the doorway. She smiled reassuringly.

“Can you get a glass of water for your father? It’s best he has some fluid before she sleeps.”

Victoria turned without a word and came back with a full glass. Delilah took it from the girl, their fingers touching as she did. Delilah made sure Richard drank it all. The drunk man struggled to sit up for a few seconds ... then gave up, panting. His breathing evened out, and his eyes fluttered close. Delilah turned from the now sleeping Richard to his daughter. Victoria was standing behind her, with her arms crossed tightly across her belly. She was staring at her dad.

“I can’t believe — He was touching my butt!”

Delilah stepped closer, her voice soothing.

“He didn’t know it was you. Don’t judge him too harshly — he could barely even stand.”

“Yeah, but even so — he shouldn’t be touching anyone like that!”

Delilah ruefully thought back over the evening. Richard had been groping her all night. She guess that Victoria mustn’t have fully seen that in the dimly lit bar. She wasn’t about to shatter any illusions the girl had about her father.

“I’m not saying you should take it as a compliment — never do that — but he just couldn’t resist a pretty thing like yourself. It’s up to you, but I would place money on him not remembering a thing from tonight.”

Delilah hoped so, for Richard’s sake. She knew he would be mortified if he remembered grabbing his teen daughter’s ass. But ... she was altering his behaviour. It wasn’t something Delilah could control — nothing like what her grandfather had been able to do. But she was doing it. And it wasn’t just affecting Richard. Delilah eyed the pretty teen, seeing the flush in her cheeks that couldn’t be entirely explained away by alcohol ... and was tempted to take advantage for the first time in years.