Some might remember that I started a story called Succubi Anonymous quite some time ago… Back on March 10, 2014 to be exact. You’ll probably want to read part one, which you can find here, if for no other reason that to remind yourself of where this story began.
I finally have in my mind how this should go, and so this is the start of all of that… such as it is…
Temptation is the devil looking through the keyhole.
Yielding is opening the door and inviting her in.
“You have everything? The kitchen sink, too?”
Stacy rolled her eyes at Lee in reply, then just kept stuffing things into her backpack.
Seeing that she wasn’t going to answer, Lee started poking through some of the items that she hadn’t put away as yet: “You know, you could just make this stuff from magic instead of carrying it all with you.”
Grabbing her panties from his hand, she told him: “I’m going to be a normal girl going to a normal university for a normal semester. I’m not going there to flaunt my powers in front of all of them.”
“Why are you doing this again? I mean …” He paused, then continued with a grin: “You might be a little too old to be taught anything.”
She looked over her shoulder and purred: “I can always learn … something.”
He shook his head: “I’m not sure if I should be worried for them or you.”
As the last few things went into the backpack, she sighed: “I’m not going to do anything there. I’d like to learn something new, which I think I will. And … let’s face it, Lee, I need some time away. I need to figure out things somewhere no one will know me.”
“That’s the question, isn’t it?”
The sound of a zipper closing put a period on that subject, it seemed, as Lee didn’t pursue it further. “If you need something, call me.”
She stretched her arms over her head and walked over to him: “I’ll be fine. There’s nothing to worry about, and I’m not going to draw attention to myself.”
“No, seriously; if something happens, I want to know. Don’t shut me out.”
“Have I …”
“Yes, you have … a lot.”
“I can look after myself.”
“I’m not saying you can’t. I’m saying that sometimes you don’t think things through or you try to do something that’s over your tail.”
Stacy’s pink tail moved behind her. Lee knew that particular arc it made, the one that said that she was getting ticked off … rapidly.
“Leave my tail out of this, Lee. Let me try without training wheels, please?”
He reached into a back pocket and then held out a cellphone, offering it to her: “Take this. Call, text, whatever.”
She looked at the phone for a moment, then turned and walked away: “Don’t need it.”
Lee watched her leave the room, then he stuffed the phone deep into her backpack, his next words said to the empty room: “I hope so. But just in case.”
Stacy portalled into a small grove of old trees that stood some distance from the campus proper. She didn’t want to suddenly appear on the campus and have someone see her or walk into her when she appeared out of nowhere. She was supposed to be just another student among many that were there, after all. Drawing attention to herself wouldn’t do any good when all she really wanted was a little bit of normality.
After slinging the backpack over her shoulder, she quickly found her way to the campus registration and waited for her number to be called. Looking at the slip in her hand, she wondered if the universe was having fun at her expense, then shook her head and put her nose back into the book she was reading. She has lost herself in the pages, half listening to the conversations around her, the numbers being called, and so on, but the book was holding most of her attention.
At least until someone took the chair beside her: “Hey.”
Stacy looked up to see who was trying to get her attention, and found a slim Japanese student with shockingly blue hair and a mostly Goth vibe going on looking at her.
She smiled: “Hey, yourself.”
“How long you been waiting?”
Stacy waved the book she was reading: “Four hundred pages … more or less.”
“That’s probably not a good thing, then.”
Stacy closed her book and turned her attention away from it: “I read fast. It’s been about an hour. They don’t seem to be in any rush to get things done.”
Her new companion gave a little snort: “Yeah, well, we’re all the last minute students. They’re trying to wedge us all into the classes that are left. With my luck I’ll get Basket Weaving and Russian Lit.”
Stacy smirked: “Well, I’m pretty good at basket weaving, but the Russian Lit thing will be a problem.” She offered her hand: “Stacy.”
The girl looked at her oddly, then shook it: “Regina.”
“Regina? Don’t tell me: your parents loved Alberta?”
The answer was a punch in the shoulder followed by: “You’re such an idiot, Stacy, even for a blond.” Then she smiled: “Here I thought this place was going to be a pain in the ass, and you’ve proved me right.”
Stacy rubbed her shoulder, not that it actually hurt: “Hey! Am not! You left yourself wide open for that one, you dummy.”
They continued to talk as the numbers were called, the time passing quickly, along with the occasional commentary that they shot at each other over the entire situation. Eventually Regina’s number was called, and she left Stacy, telling her that she’d be back when she was done.
She returned a lot sooner than Stacy expected.
“Hey, Cee? You got a place to stay?”
“No, I don’t … and don’t call me that. I hate that nickname.”
Regina, now knowing what bugged Stacie, of course continued to use it: “Listen, Cee, I need a roomie. There’s not a lot of places left on campus, and they won’t give out a dorm to me without a roomie. Would ya’?”
Stacy thought about it a moment, then replied: “Sure … Ginny.”
“Sure I would. You’re asking for it.”
Regina grabbed Stacie’s backpack and started dragging it over to where she came from: “How the hell did you carry this? Is there a kitchen sink in here?”
Stacy laughed and took it from her: “Nope, left that at home. Come on, let’s see what you’ve gotten me into, Ginny.”
What Stacy had gotten herself into was being roped into a sorority on campus, one of the smaller ones that was so far off the social map that you’d need a flashlight to find it.
They made an odd pair as they stood outside of the oak door to the sorority house—a Japanese Goth chick and an almost stereotypical blonde who was just this side of cutely sexy.
“I can’t believe that you signed me up for basket weaving, Cee.”
“Learn something new, Ginny, and it’s not that hard to do. Besides, it might come in useful someday.”
Stacy couldn’t help the next words: “Like when you want to make a basket, duh.”
Regina opened the door and they stepped inside to see a tall woman with chalk white skin and green hair sitting behind a foldable table and staring off into space. Regina whispered out of the corner of her mouth: “Great … competition for Goth of the House.”
Stacie whispered back: “Be nice, dammit.” Then she turned to the new Goth and said, “Hi! We’re looking for Room 109.”
The Goth looked over, greeting them with a bored expression as she answered: “Upstairs, to the right. Welcome. If you need something, ask. I’m Lisa. Yadda-Yadda.”
Regina started to say something, but Stacie gave her a push with one hand and as they walked past Lisa, Stacy nodded and kept going.
After they had walked up the stairway to the second floor, Lisa looked off to the side and asked: “What do you think?”
The woman in the shadows nodded, but what she looked like or thought about the two new arrivals she didn’t reveal.
Room 109 was just large enough for two to share—assuming that you liked tight quarters with almost no privacy and could ignore all of the traffic that came past the door all of the time.
“Right, Cee. How much crap are you going to stick on the walls?”
“Me? Was going to ask you the same thing.”
“Okay: cards on the table. I only dress like this, Cee. I don’t do the rest of it.”
“Acting up against your parents a little?”
“Maybe. What about you?”
Stacy sighed: “Trying to find myself … trying to learn something of value.”
Regina was in the middle of opening her suitcase and looked at Stacy: “You know, you don’t sound like the blonds I know. They’re all vacant bimbos that come here to fuck.”
Stacy looked at her with a raised eyebrow and a sly grin: “I can do that if you want.”
“Please don’t … just … don’t.”
The blond tossed her backpack on the bed and opened it: “Wasn’t planning to. Look, I don’t want to party, okay? I’m just as happy to read a book all night.”
The smile in the words was very clear: “Bookworm.”
Stacy waved a book at her: “Yup. Seriously addicted.”
They didn’t say much of anything else for a while, though splitting the closet space and drawers required several rounds of rock-paper-scissors. Regina finished long before Stacie and helped for a time, but then stopped and asked: “Well, I didn’t find the kitchen sink in here, but I found this. You been looking for it?”
Stacy walked over and saw that Regina was holding a green cellphone in her hand and looking at it oddly: “There’s no keypad on it. Weird.”
“Who’s Lee? Ex-boyfriend? Stalker? Pain in the ass?”
She took the phone: “No, Ginny. You get the ‘pain in the ass’ label.”
“Thank you. I work hard at that. But, seriously: who’s Lee?”
Stacy traced a finger over the phone as she explained: “He’s a good friend. I’ve known him since … forever.”
“Friend-friend or Friend-boyfriend?”
The look she gave Regina, her blue eyes glinting slightly, sent a shiver up Regina’s back: “I trust him with my life.”
Regina had an odd look, then nodded: “Okay. So, why the phone?”
Thinking a minute, Stacy walked over to her side of the dresser and opened the bottom drawer: “Look where I’m putting this, Ginny.” After it was put away, she became very serious: “If something happens to me. I want you to dig that phone out, hold it in your hand, and just say Lee’s name.”
“What could possibly happen?”
“Just promise me. If something happens, call him, okay? He’ll be here sooner than you think.”
The knock at the door interrupted Regina’s answer, but as she opened the door she replied: “Okay. I will.”
Standing on the other side of the door was a tall woman with purple hair wearing a corset and jeans.
When she didn’t get an answer, she looked at time both: “I’m Mary, you can think of me as the Mistress of the house.”
Stacy and Regina looked at each other and thought the same thing: “She’s going to be trouble.”
They really had no idea how right they both were at that moment.