Millions of possibilities flashed in my head at what awaited me as I got closer to the open door. Images from a grotesque body to a candlelit dinner set for two. Fat chance of that, Quinn. What if it's nothing and he slams the door trapping me inside? Would that be a bad thing? Meh, probably not. Whatever it was Pennywise wanted to show me, I wasn't prepared for what I actually did see.

The room was larger than what it appeared to be from the outside. It seemed about the size of a Studio apartment but with minimal furnishings. What was even more surprising was how uncluttered it was in here compared to the disastrous mess right outside the door. In the far left corner lay a pile of mattresses that very clearly had seen better days. There were three in total and Stacked like a pyramid with a king size supporting the base. On the top mattress lay an army of throw pillows and blankets. Beside that was a stack of milk crates that held various objects that looked to be of sentimental value. Against the opposite wall was a narrow table with various books, bones, and action figures. I'd seen him do so many crazy things, even boarding on demonic and science fiction, but the thought never occurred to me that Pennywise had any semblance of a 'home'

A lone candle rested next to the only open book in the whole room. Despite being in a damp, dark and depressing sewer system the candle gave the room a soft, almost dreamy glow to it. Under different circumstances this would have been such an adorable attempt at romance. The ache in my heart was a harsh reminder that this wasn't the case. I sniffed and wiped the tears from my eyes as I walked over to the book and sat down on an uneven stool. At first, the words seemed to look like hieroglyphics on the page. All jumbled together forming an unknown language. I rubbed at my eyes, attempting to clear them of tears and sadness. At second glance, it dawned on me that these were far from being hieroglyphics. Words like 'Supernatural, 'Lust', and 'Addiction' popped out at me. Placing my hand on the open page, I flipped the book closed momentarily to read the title. You've got to be joking.

I flipped back to the page and read on.

Monster Manual

Monster: Succubus/Incubus

Origin: According to folklore, Succubi and Incubi were believed to be demons that preyed on men and women in their sleep for sexual intercourse. Of the many demons that exist in the universe, the succubus is the one most often encountered in the mortal world. This is due to her extraordinary beauty and carnal desires; traits that attract mortal spellcasters to summon the demoness forth to use for their own debased desire.

Physical Traits: Succubi and Incubi are beings that resemble humans in all aspects, except that they are viewed as more attractive and beautiful than most. They are capable of conceiving children with regular humans but can choose not to breed. When Succubi and Incubi use their abilities, their eyes will glow light blue or red. The abilities of their kind will not manifest as long as they still possess their virginity. This may vary with half breeds, also known as Alu-fiends. Alu-fiends are the product of successful procreation between a and a male mortal.

Overview: Succubi generally delight in causing suffering by manipulating the desires of mortals. This strife often causes the destruction of long-term relationships and sows distrust between life-long friends and lovers. Succubi are not warriors. Their method of causing destruction is slow and manipulative when compared to other demons. These beautiful fiends will often go to great lengths to avoid battle, using their many demonic powers to assume mortal guises and manipulate others around them to fight in their stead. When not manipulating humans, Succubi and Incubi are solitary creatures that generally avoid getting close to others. However, they are drawn to creatures and monsters from the same alignment class.

Size

Medium

Alignment

Chaotic Evil, Neutral Evil

Hit Dice

6D8 + 6

Initiative

+2

Speed/Movement

Walk 30 ft / Run 40 ft / Fly 60 ft

Armor Class

20 (+1 , +9 natural), touch 11, 19

Attack

2 claws +7 melee (1d6+1)

Powers and Abilities

Accelerated Healing: To heal from sustained wounds and injuries at a rapid speed.

Lust Inducement: To induce sexual lust in other beings through physical contact.

Longevity: To increase one's mortal lifespan through supernatural means.

Energy Draining: To drain the sexual energy from living beings through physical contact and feed off their life force.

Weaknesses

Mortality: Although they can expand their lifespan through the life force of others, Succubi and Incubi are mortal and will eventually die.

Death: Succubi and Incubi can be killed through decapitation or by ripping their hearts from their chests.

Sexual Need: Succubi and Incubi are dependent on the sexual energy and life force of living beings to sustain themselves.

Sexual Addiction: Feeding off the sexual energy of other beings causes a euphoric effect that can easily become highly addictive.

At the end of the page I leaned back in my chair, looked to the ceiling and began contemplating my life choices. I know I'm starting to sound like a broken record but seriously, how the fuck did I end up here?

So this was me now, a succubus. Of all the insane things I could have been it had to be something that oozes sex appeal. No wonder my whole life I've felt like I couldn't be anything more than a fucking stripper. Aside from the fact that I'm an amazing dancer, the only place I ever felt comfortable dancing was half naked in front of complete strangers. How can my entire life make complete sense based off of the information in a table top game manual? Is this why I've been non-stop horny since the transformation? My thighs clenched at the thought of Phillip taking me on the kitchen counter. Oh my gosh, imagine the clown taking you on the ceiling!? A whole new pool started to collect in my jeans just thinking about being plowed into oblivion, suspended in Pennywise's arms above the dining room counter. My mind flashed with images of Penny slamming into my pussy from behind me, each thrust forcing my clit to drive into the ceiling. A quick spasm moved through my abdomen and finished in my cervix.

Well, that got out of hand really fast.

Whelp, the stupid book had to be right. I went from insanely pissed to an intensely powerful need to be fucked right now. My cheeks became warm and the fluttering's in my pelvis took my breath away. Is this everything I have to look forward to? My entire existence has been a lie, I'm not a human and a book just told me how I was born a natural whore instead?

"So that's it then?", I said to the empty space around me, forcing out a fake laugh. "You don't want to be around me because I'm a Succubus? Do I just ooze too much sex appeal for you, Pennywise?" You will not cry, Quinn, you're stronger than this.

"You were dying to be with me and now you just bail!?"

"ANSWER ME!"

Only silence answered my question.

That's it. I'm done. I don't have it in me to fight. I haven't slept in 30 plus hours, sexually assaulted, abandoned, painfully turned into a Succubus, just found out about being a succubus and now the only guy I ever liked can't stand the sight of me. Fuck this cart, fuck this book, fuck this sewer and FUCK THIS CLOWN!

Without another word, Quinn got up and walked out of the cart.

Olivia and I finally set foot back on the front porch of the well house. Since the sun was way past noon I figured it took us longer to get out. My mind was numb, my body felt like an empty shell. Yet somehow, it brought me back to the rental.

Before heading to the bedroom, I went to the back door and left it ajar for Olivia so she could relieve herself. After dumping another huge package of meat into her bowl I managed to shuffle my way into the bedroom. Both hands moved on autopilot, removing the climbing gear and my damp sewer clothes. Once completely stripped, I climbed onto the bed and slipped under the covers. My eyes immediately became like cement. It never even crossed my mind to shut the blinds as the afternoon sun shone brightly through the window. The real world could be heard beyond the glass and sheer blue shimmer curtains. Sounds of cars driving by, driveways being shoveled and kids talking as they rode past on bikes. The harsh reality that the world was still moving forward while I wallowed in grief was crushing to my dignity. Not wanting to be a part of the outside world any longer I pulled the blankets up and over my head. My inner voice gave one final cry before my mind went blank and exhaustion succumbed.

Pennywise, how could you?

14 HOURS LATER

Bark, Bark! Bark!

"oliviabequite…"

Bark, Bark, BARK!

"olivvvvvvaaaaaaa"

BARK, BARK, BARK, BARK!

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

My eyes peeled themselves open at the sound of someone knocking on the front door. Since no one else other than Penny knew I was at the rental the only thing that came to mind was perhaps Bunny Slippers had another complaint. Great, just what I needed to start a miserable day.

KNOCK! KNOCK!

"HOLD ON!" I shouted to whoever was disturbing my pity party coma.

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

"I SAID HOLD ON! Olivia, PLACE!"

Grabbing at the robe hanging from the back of the door I quickly used it to cover my nudity and prayed that I didn't look like I actually spent the better part of yesterday in a sewer. Olivia jumped up on the couch and did a butt wiggle that would make any belly dancer jealous.

In an attempt to make myself look somewhat human I ran my fingers through my hair. At the door, I took a deep breath to ensure I was mildly conscious during this interaction and to bury whatever emotions could cause me to burst into tears. Please let this be the mailman or something else just as mundane. I put on my best 'why are you knocking on my door at this hour?' face and opened the door.

Two Maine State Police Troopers, one male and one female, stood on the porch with hands resting on their belts and both looking very straight faced. They each had on the same blue uniform and matching hat. Both were the same height, skin tone and hair color. It was too creepy to see no discernible difference in them other than one had breasts and curvy hips while the other did not. The man stood closest to the door and spoke first.

"Good morning, Ma'am. Main State Police. I'm Trooper Howard, this is Trooper Jones. Sorry to wake you at this hour but we'd like to ask you a few questions? Are you Quinn Hollis?"

Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck. Fully awake now, my brain raced with a thousand possibilities how and why these officers were at my door. Ok, they just asked you for your name. Obviously, lying to them was the worst idea. It's better to see what they want to know before we jump to conclusions then see if I sick Olivia at them. Not to mention that Trooper Jones hasn't moved, looked away or blinked for that matter. It was uncomfortable the way she just stared at me like a statue. Her eyes stayed on me while her hand hovered near her weapon.

"Ye...Yes. I'm Quinn Hollis. What is going on?" I reached up and rubbed my eyes for added effect. It really wasn't hard to act like I had no clue what was going on seeing as how I really did not know. Ugh, please be about something I'm not connected to.

"Ms. Hollis, do you know this man?" Trooper Howard produced a photo seemingly out of nowhere and holds a photo I've never seen before. But I sure as hell knew that piece of crap face staring back at me. My inner voice was hiding behind her lounging chair. Okay, remain calm. Again, you're the victim and you've done nothing wrong. They obviously know that you have connections with that douche bag so denying that would be stupid and make you look guilty. I've talked my way out of more than my fair share of tickets so this should be just a simple.

Gulp. I hope.

"I do. I wish I didn't though," Quinn answered honestly. "Why are you here asking me about him?"

"Ma'am, Gary Hughes was reported missing by his wife last night. Tollway records showed his vehicle headed North and exiting the 95 into Derry. We got reports from local PD that the town's grocery store manager made a report for a disturbance involving someone matching Gary's description. Now, Trooper Jones and I have already reviewed the security footage from the store so why don't you tell us what happened two days ago?"

I tried so hard not to look uncomfortable but there was no way to hide it. During the Trooper's explanation of how they ended up on my doorstep he held up the photo of that monster. Hearing that name again brought a cold chill down my spine. My vision narrowed and my stomach dropped when I had no choice but to look at the face staring back at me. Seeing his face in the photograph made me want to punch this cop in the throat. I stepped out onto the porch step and closed the door behind me. I looked away, choking back tears and holding an open palm to my mouth. I'd like to think I did it for playing the part but my whole being was racked with anxiety knowing I would have to talk about it again. Shit, I'm gonna have to wing this on the fly to make sure they don't know too much.

"I umm…' I cleared my throat a few times and wiped stray tears from my eyes. "I ran into..Mr.. Hughes…," It took every fiber of my being not to gag at the sound of his name", ...at the grocery store. It was a shock to see him there because I'm on vacation and I never even mentioned to him that I was leaving or where I was going. This was an impromptu vacation for me and my dog. I didn't even know till I got here."

Okay, technically not a lie but it still sounds bad right? I don't know what to do since seduction is my go to move but I doubt either of these two would be into it. I'm not built for jail so get your shit together! my inner voice shouted. What the hell do you think I'm doing, brain?! Reading him pages from my diary!?

"And how is it that you are acquainted with, Mr. Hughes, ma'am?" Trooper Howard asked. Trooper Jones still remained in place. Not speaking, unmoving and had moved to blinking only when necessary. I know Good Cop/Bad Cop was a thing but seeing it in action was down right sinister.

"Listen, I don't want to cause trouble with his family", I said, still trying to hold onto the victim card.

"All we want is the truth, Ms. Hollis."

I ran my hands through my hair again and looked down at my bare feet. SHIT! Bare feet! I'm standing in an inch of snow and all the snow in a circle around me has melted! Shit, shit, shit. Don't make it obvious, Quinn! I popped my head back up and began silently praying that neither Trooper noticed and focused on my face.

"Unfortunately, Gary", his name was like battery acid on my tongue, "is a regular at a club I dance for back in Portland. I'm an exotic dancer. Gary only knew me by my stag name, Tiffany. He had been trying to get me to come to a hotel with him for a while. Even tried to lure me outside a week ago to his car for an early Christmas 'present'. So, when he showed up literally in front of me at a grocery store in the middle of nowhere I got really freaked out. He tried to tell me he loved me, that we belong together. I slapped him. I don't regret that. He called me ugly names and I was pissed."

Trooper Jones visibly turned back into a human and no longer had the stance of a robot. My statement seemed to sit well with her because she finally asked me a question.

"I'm very sorry to hear that, ma'am. Can I ask why you didn't contact local police about the harassment?"

"I told him as much to his face. I threatened to call the police. And told him I would have him arrested for harassment and stalking if he didn't turn around and go back home. He still tried to tell me he loved me and that we were meant to be together." It was the honest truth, to a point. "I didn't call the police because of my profession. Women in my line of work don't get taken seriously for calls like harassment."

This statement made both Troopers visibly uncomfortable. They both knew that in a small town like this, my complaint would have fallen on deaf ears. Trooper Jones continued with her interview question, "Has he tried to contact you since the incident at the store?"

"No, and if he does I'll be making good on my promise to call you specifically. That guy gives me the creeps. I'm letting my club know when I get back home from vacation."

That seemed to sit well with both of them and help my victim story. Technically, everything I told them was true. No need to include the horrific events that led to his untimely demise. Trooper Howard continued to ask me more mundane questions and to clarify other information I had mentioned. I'm sure he was attempting to catch me in a lie but what I told him was spot on. I'm just so glad they didn't ask me about…

"Oh, Ms. Hollis, one more question?"

"Yea?"

"Who was the man in the video standing behind you? The two of you seemed to know each other and were affectionate towards the other after Mr. Hughes leaves the screen."

"My boyfriend. He's...umm.." no, don't cry! Just breathe, "He's not in the picture any longer. My, uh", think Quinn, 'job was something I had hidden from him and he finally put the pieces together after we got back here. We fought, I threw things, he wouldn't listen, we're over. It's why I look like I haven't showered in two days. Between the store, a break up, my vacation hasn't gone at all like I hoped. I just want to get back inside and keep sleeping for now."

"I understand. Could we get the name and contact info for your ex then and we can be on our way?"

"His name was Phillip"

"Does Phillip have a last name and number?"

Sonofabitch. Say something with confidence. It'll probably sound believable at least.

"I, ugh, don't know his last name. All I know is be careful of who you meet online and his number is…" I gave Trooper Howard the number I used to text Pennywise on. It was either a good idea or a stupid mistake. Either way, they were leaving and that was all I wanted.

"Thank you again for the cooperation, Ms. Hollis. The information you provided could be useful. Here is my business card. Please, don't hesitate to reach us about anything else that comes to mind. Or if Mr. Hughes makes contact with you'. Pssh, not likely on either of those things.

"Can we get your contact information in case I have an update for you as well?" I exchanged numbers with the Troopers and thanked them for their hard work. Each tipped their hats in unison and turned to leave the porch steps.

As the cops got in their vehicle I blew out a long shaky breath. Stepping back into the interior doorway I turned and shut the door with my backside. Olivia was walking around nervously as if there was something to be concerned about. I calmed her down with a calm word and her response was to go sit by the food dish. As I added another round of beef to the bowl I stared at the ceiling, thanking the Lord above that the scenario that just took place somehow had the best possible outcome. And, everything I told them was the truth. Granted, the information was lax on details regarding that predatory piece of garbage's current whereabout. Really, as long as they don't find the cabin that Pennywise…..wait.

The cabin! Shit! Shit! Shit!

My eyes darted across the house as panic set in like never before. Oh God what have I done? I helped kill a man! Those Troopers were definitely going to figure it out and by then It'll be too late. Oh, God, what do I do? Fuck, I'm so busted. My DNA had to be all over that place. From being whipped senseless, to glass Penny had pulled from my skin, there was no way my presence there would go unnoticed. Okay, okay. How could I possibly get rid of the evidence without going back there myself? Uhhhh, Think, Quinn. THINK!

Then it hit me. I knew exactly what to do. The idea was perfect but the thought of talking to him set my mouth to a thin line and seeing red. It happened to be the same person that allowed me to get taken by dick face. That watched my body shudder and convulse as my skin was ripped open and fingers probed my nakedness. Dammit all to hell. This blows.

All I wanted to do was wallow in self pity, eat ice cream, watch rom coms and use the vibrator I had remembered to pack that it forces me into a coma lasting a decade. With a frustrated sigh lasting all the way to the bedroom I flopped back down on the bed and reached above me to grab my cell.

I flipped through my text messages, fingers hovering over the typing pad when an arousing memory flashed. My eyes fluttered closed as I remembered the way Pennywise lay over me, his hips rotating and pelvis grinding into mine. The thought instantly spiked the heat in the center of my thighs. I could punch that clown and what happened in the sewer earlier. There was no doubt I was still majorly pissed off at him. I still wasn't 100% sure why he did what he did. But damn me if that psycho didn't get my kitty wet every time I thought about him. It didn't matter if he was Phillip or Pennywise or that I was pissed as hell. My body still wanted him and it was humming at the thought of him all over me again.

As tempting as it was for me to just grab the vibrator I had tossed into my luggage, making sure I didn't end up in prison seemed more important. Reluctantly, I opened up the messages to Pennywise and sent him a quick text.

We have a problem - Quinn

Without waiting for a response I typed out and sent Penny the rest.

I just had visitors that were asking questions about what happened at the grocery store. Can we talk?- Quinn

After hitting send, I let the phone fall to my side and just stared at the ceiling. It was hard to admit it but I was eagerly waiting for a buzz that he had replied.

10 minutes went by and still nothing. While I waited, I took this opportunity to call my club. I spoke to my manager and gave him the same story I had given the cops. Ryan was obviously upset knowing his cash cow was being stalked. In fact, he even suggested I stay away from the club an extra week just until this blows over. As much as I like to think it was for my well being, I can imagine it would just be bad business brought on by bad gossip that Ryan wanted away from his club. Having state Troopers coming to revisit me at the club, accidentally sniffing around where they shouldn't was what ultimately Ryan didn't want.

After my phone call with Ryan I checked my text messages. Nothing. I closed my eyes seeking a drama free moment.

Not knowing the cabin would be an issue, plus the frustration at being left on read and the anger knowing that being a dickhead has no species limitations was giving me a headache.

I think we need to get in the shower, wear something that makes them all drool and go have a good time somewhere, my inner brain suggested. She was doing a catwalk in thigh highs and little else.

Going out sounded honestly the perfect solution to getting out of this funk. Maybe dancing or retail therapy? Or go clubbing and hook up with a hottie? Woah, hold the phone, Brain! Come on, you know what they say. The best way to get over someone is to get onto someone else? I bet this small town is crawling with lonely dads that just need…some company.

Quinn's eyes snapped open. Irises of midnight black replaced the usually golden brown ones.

Yes…I'm so fucking horny. I bet the town bar has a buffet of cocks just dying for fresh meat.

"Fuck you, Pennywise," I muttered aloud. If that asshole didn't want me, I'll go get what I want instead.

A smile spread across my face. My night was just about to get interesting.