Cerise smiled, “Sounds good to me. I’m good at breaking things and people, magic support is always a plus. It’s also the kind of meaningful work I’m looking for. Stopping bar brawls isn’t exactly a higher purpose.”

  Lisa said, “Good to know. I have to ask, have you ever met a siren.”

  Cerise nodded, “Bitches, every single one of them, and not to be trusted.”

  I giggled.

  Lisa bit her lip, “I’d agree with you, except I know one who was raised human, and doesn’t enthrall men. Well, not any more than just being in her presence, let’s say she doesn’t enslave them with her song.”

  Cerise studied Lisa for a minute, and then looked at the screen with a horrified look on her face.

  I said, “We like your resume, and think you’d be a good fit. I can handle suspicion and nasty looks, but violence or verbal abuse won’t be tolerated.”

  Cerise shook her head, “That… won’t be a problem. I’ve never heard of a siren working in security.”

  “My father’s influence, after my mother’s death. I wasn’t raised in a way that makes me at all comfortable with the idea of enthralling a male harem. Hannah and I decided to start our own security firm. I won’t blame you for walking out if you choose too, most woman don’t tolerate me well at all.”

  Cerise flushed, “It isn’t what you think, violence wouldn’t be an issue. The problem is… I play for your team.”

  Oh. I hadn’t met very many true lesbians, the percentage of them in the supernatural world was much lower than in the human population. What I meant with the true qualifier, is women who weren’t attracted by men the slightest bit, because those would still hate me. Point was, just like gay men were immune to my power and avoided me, lesbians were very much attracted to me. It made me wonder based on what she said if she’d been played with and fucked over by one of my kind in the past.

  I nodded, “That won’t be a problem either. We can avoid face to face contact if you wish, at least as much as we can in a small building.”

  Shit would happen, bathroom, workout room, break room, and all that. At least until she learned my habits and routine and successfully avoided me.

  Cerise just nodded.

  Lisa asked, “Do you have any questions for us?”

  Cerise shook her head, “I understand the duties you’re looking for me to fill, and I’m familiar with security protocols. I assume I can use my own weapons.”

  Lisa nodded, “Tony will enchant them as well, if you wish. We’ll supply silver and iron rounds for a forty, forty-five, or nine mil. Normally I’d be fine with giving you time to think about it, but we need someone in fast. Our new mage will be out in the field tomorrow afternoon and needs a partner.”

  Cerise said, “Make me an offer.”

  Lisa smiled, and they got to work on hammering out a salary.

  Chapter Ten

  The club music was loud, and the flashing lights did little to unveil the dark room filled with bodies and songs of desire. The lust in the songs and scents of the people around me were potent, and I was a little lost in my love’s doe eyes as we danced. I was in a slinky red tube dress, and Lisa looked delectably sinful in a black micro skirt, and a light blue blouse tied into a half shirt, with a black sports bra. My body was practically vibrating with need to the music as we danced together. I’d been on the edge of need almost all day, ever since the Tony incident right after lunch, and this place sure as hell wasn’t helping to cool my ardor. Only a nice fat cock could do that, or Lisa’s tongue and fingers.

  When the song ended, we took a break and searched out a table to order a couple of drinks. With our enhanced senses it wasn’t hard to pick Lisa’s words out of the fast and harsh beat of the next song.

  Lisa asked, “Toy time?”

  My pussy clenched, and I felt a flush of shame at the same time. It was the thing I hated most about being a siren. When I’d first hooked up with Lisa, I’d thought she would be enough, and she was for my heart and mind, even for my energy needs, but my body, nature, and magic still needed a man in my bed on occasion, needed a man in me.

  I’d been fooling myself the first week or so that I was with her, that she would be enough to fulfill all the aspects of my nature, but she’d known the truth of my need long before I’d admitted it to myself. Harold had filled that void before it became an issue for me, so I still lied to myself. But I couldn’t anymore, now that it had been three weeks since I’d gotten some from a man, I needed it, badly.

  I loved Lisa, deliriously, she was my crazy and violent sexpot, and I could avoid enthralling and using men, but in the end, I needed a man in my bed too. I was in a way, a slave to my own nature, and that part of my life bothered me more than I could say.

  At the same time, I wanted it, desperately. I wanted it just as badly as I hated the idea, I needed it. The one thing I wasn’t fussed about was the man I picked, the single men around us were there in the hopes of picking up woman for a night of sex, that our selection would be getting two would thrill him. I was hardly taking advantage, they weren’t my victims, I was just making a fantasy come true for them. So, I felt no guilt at using a man for a night of pleasure, just shame.

  No true harm for them, and I guess I could live with myself, with the idea I really was a slut of sorts. Of course, that wasn’t quite true either, I needed cock, but I wasn’t open to every man and could be choosy. It was just the need that made me feel that way. Then again, if I hadn’t had such a healthy pool to pick from, I feared any one of them would do, considering how I felt in that moment.

  I’d much rather have a meaningful connection with the man in our life and bed, but when that wasn’t possible, I simply had no choice. I… was what I was. A siren, and I had to take the good with the bad.

  “Anyone in mind?” I asked as I scanned the club.

  Two men approached our table, and Lisa blew them off quickly. We didn’t want two.

  She kissed me a little passionately, and I was breathy and soaked in short order.

  She winked, “Just chasing off another two sets. That was fun though, you’re so fucking hot when you’re this way.”

  I smiled, that helped, that she loved me that much, and even that it turned her on. How the hell did I get so lucky?

  “We probably need to do the picking up, no single guy here is going to approach the two of us without a wingman.”

  She nodded in agreement, “Pussies.”

  I giggled. Was admitting the truth to myself bragging? We were very attractive, and only the most confident pairs of men on the prowl would approach us. Being with two women might’ve been a common male fantasy, but I imagined most didn’t think it would happen.

  I scanned the room again, listening carefully for the songs. Lust was good, but I eliminated the ones with anger mixed in, they had issues, and then I looked for one among what was left for one that would appeal to both of us. I knew Lisa’s tastes, we used to pick up men together all the time before we’d hooked up, and there was plenty of overlap in our tastes.

  I thought I saw the one, light brown hair, gray eyes, strong jaw, and he looked athletic and in shape. He’d need to be to satisfy the both of us. He also had an above average cock according to his song. The last thing I checked was for a ring, maybe I was a genetic slut of some kind, but I wasn’t going to help a man cheat on his wife. My eyes were very sharp as a dragon shifter, even in the dim light.

  I nodded my head in their direction, “Light brown hair, sitting with three other guys.”

  Lisa licked her lips, and smirked, “Let’s go cull him from the herd.”

  I laughed, “You’re so bad.”

  Lisa bit her lip sexily, and then looked at me smolderingly through her eyelashes.

  Then she smirked, “Breathe.”

  “Well, you are breathtaking tonight, in a trashy kind of way.”

  I hopped off the stool and headed for our choice, I had a few other backups too, just in case he turned out to be a less than stellar choice. His song made me think he was a decent guy, but it wouldn’t tell me if he had a girlfriend, or if he was in love. It also wouldn’t tell me if he was gay, but I imagined he wouldn’t be in this club if he was.

  I touched his arm, which made him look up, and I scented and heard his lust spike for a second. I leaned down, and I put my lips right near his ear.

  “Would you like to dance?”

  One of his buddies said, “Don’t just sit there Dan, she’s smoking.”

  He didn’t say it very loud though, not loud enough for a normal person to hear above the music.

  Dan finally replied, “Love too.”

  He got up out of his chair, and we moved out onto the dance floor. We danced close, and the bulge I ground against told me I hadn’t read his song wrong. He froze for a second, as Lisa sandwiched him from behind, as if not sure what to do.

  I said with sultry heat in his ear, “It’s just my girlfriend, you don’t mind dancing with both of us, do you?”

  I’d put some sensuous promise in those words as well, as though I wasn’t just talking about vertical dancing.

  He didn’t, although his lust shot off the charts, and he was quick to agree to take us home just two songs later. He acted confident, if a little eager, but his scent was nervous and filled with a little disbelief at his turn of fortune. I didn’t imagine this happened often for him. Still, our bumping and grinding, not to mention kissing, had him in a haze of lust as we walked out the door.

  “Where’s she going?” he asked.

  I smiled, “She’s going to follow us back to your place.”

  He said, “You’re stunning Aria, intoxicating,” as he opened the passenger door for me.

  I slid into the car with a wink and a thank you. I knew I was attractive, but I also had the whole siren thing going for me, so took the compliment with a grain of salt.

  His awe of me grew with the car ride, and he kept glancing over at me. The crowded club and lustful people meant there had been a whole lot of pheromones being flung around, which actually helped to blunt mine to a certain extent. It was a good thing, and why I didn’t get into very many confrontations with women in such places.

  He asked, “You’re not human, are you?”

  I laughed, “You were in a club named Crimson Tide. Is that a problem?”

  He shook his head, “No, just curious. I’ve never done this before.”

  I chuckled sultrily, “What specifically? Two women?”

  He laughed, “That too. Slept with a vampire.”

  I giggled, “I’m not a vampire, but… Hannah is.”

  I’d had a few drinks and had a nice buzz on, I’d almost slipped and called her Lisa.

  I could scent his curiosity, but he didn’t ask. Maybe he was worried about blowing his chances, but short of acting like a major asshole there was almost no chance of that at this point. My mouth was watering at the idea of what he was packing being deep inside me. Plus, I’d done a good job at picking this one out, it would be an ultimately empty pleasure perhaps, but at least he was a decent guy.

  We pulled into a side street, and then halfway down he pulled into an apartment complex. He was young, so I wasn’t surprised he didn’t have a house. It looked like a decent place, and I couldn’t talk, I lived where I worked after all.

  He looked a little nervous as he shut off his car, and I sidled over for a heated kiss. He looked a bit dazed as he opened his door, and got out, only to be kissed by Lisa. The affection seemed to settle him, and we moved into the complex and into his apartment. I enjoyed confidence in a man, and Dan was confident for the most part, but doubts were normal and couldn’t be hidden from our kind.

  “Drinks?”

  Lisa said, “Sure,” and we moved over to the couch while he went into the kitchen.

  I moaned softly, as she kissed me passionately, and I melted my body against hers. My heart raced, and my body filled with liquid heat as her hands traced my curves.

  She nipped my lips, and when we looked up Dan was staring.

  “Hi,” I said as I reached up and took a drink.

  Lisa moved over a bit, giving him room to sit between us, and Dan sat between us. We both curled up against him, and we took a sip of our drinks.

  I sighed softly, when he put a hand on my thigh right where my dress ended, and he squeezed.

  The sexual tension was intense, and his scent was clean and pleasant away from the club. His song and scent were full of desire that ramped my own up, as I reached over and caressed his chest. I unbuttoned one of the middle buttons, and then slid my hand onto his warm skin and traced the muscles of his stomach. Oh yeah, he was in shape, and I was more than ready to be taken.

  I had been for hours, and I worked loose a few more buttons of his shirt.

  Lisa asked, “How about a tour?”

  I suppressed a giggle, it was a one-bedroom apartment, but I supposed that was still slightly subtler than asking him to take us to his bed.

  He took a sip of his beer, and then kissed Lisa deeply, while I leaned in and kissed his neck, and finished off the buttons on his shirt.

  When the kiss ended, I stood up and shimmied out of my dress, and stepped out of it when it pooled around my feet. All I had on was red lacy panties, and high heels. I smiled, and I gave him a moment to stare at my breasts, and also for him to take note of the dark spot on my absolutely soaked panties, before I turned and walked toward his bedroom.

  When I got to the door, I bent over at the waist, as I pushed the panties down my slightly parted legs. Giving both Lisa and Dan a show, as I revealed my swollen glistening mound, and my ass to their hungry eyes. No doubt about it, the idea of showing off my body in public wasn’t a turn on at all, I always dressed well, but I loved being looked at by Lisa, and I guess even my temporary lover for the night.

  Part of that was also the submissive streak I hadn’t known I had. Lisa loved taking charge during our threesomes, though not as often when we were alone, and I loved it. I loved to perform for her, and to do whatever she asked or demanded of me. I discovered with Harold, the nastier and more demanding she got, the hotter I felt. When we were alone it was different, more intimate and loving, but with a male audience of one I liked to show off, and Lisa very much liked to show me off, if that made sense?

  I was discovering a lot of new things about myself recently, having Lisa as the love of my life, and this afternoon discovering my little kink with listening to Tony’s self-satisfaction.

  And maybe it would be empty with Dan, but with Lisa there it would still be intimate, and exciting. Far better than the empty weekly one night stands I used to have to endure to be minimally fed.

  When I turned, Dan was right behind me, and both him and Lisa had discarded their clothes on the way over to the door. Dan didn’t seem to know where to look, as his gaze alternatively raked along both our bodies. I walked backwards with a sultry smile on my face to the bed. As for my gaze, it was greedily locked on his very gifted size and girth. He had to be close to nine inches, and shockingly thick. I wanted it in me, stretching me out, and filling me up.

  Lisa caressed his back, and kissed him lingeringly, and then whispered as she stroked his cock, “She wants it bad, go give it to her.”

  Maybe he was worried about doing the wrong thing, or ignoring one of us for the other, whatever the cause of his hesitancy, that had been the right thing to say to disarm the tension and throw off his doubts. A glint entered his eye, as he moved forward, while I crawled backwards onto the bed, and spread my legs invitingly to his gaze. His nostrils flared as he took in the scent of my arousal, along with my pheromones it was a powerful combination for any man.

  Lisa followed him onto the bed, and she pressed herself against his back as he knelt between my legs, and she kissed the side of his neck.

  He shivered, and he loomed over me as he bent and took a nipple into his mouth. He was a bit rough with them, just like I wanted it, needed it, and I ground up against him, dragging my labia against his smooth hardness.

  I gasped, as Lisa moved to the side and took my other nipple in her mouth, and both of them mauled my breasts. My pussy throbbed, and I felt like I was going to explode.

  “Fuck me,” I said in half demand, and half begging, “Please.”

  I gasped, as he speared me. My tight passage convulsed as it was forced to stretch and conform to his thick length, and my body trembled on the edge. He felt impossibly big as he stretched me out, but I’d been so wet and slick he hadn’t had a problem pushing in all the way in one stroke.

  Lisa said, “Such a good slut.”

  I screamed as her words threw me over the edge, and I lost myself as the pleasure exploded through my body. Fucking hell, apparently her calling me a slut turned me on too.

  I barely heard Dan say, “Holy shit.”

  Lisa giggled, “She’s been on edge all day. She usually isn’t this… hot.”

  She was right, I’d never cum so hard or fast before, not just from being filled, between Tony at lunchtime, and Lisa teasing me all day to keep me moist and hot, I’d been more than ready for this. It felt so fucking good to have a cock in me.

  He grunted, “She’s so tight, and hot. Fuck.”

  He froze above me, even as I came undone around him and flooded him with liquid bliss.

  When I came down, I arched my back and pushed up to grind and milk him as I squeezed tightly around him.

  He gripped my hips and held me still.

  Lisa said breathily, “Don’t worry about lasting, we have all night, and you’ll be back in her again. Fuck, she almost made me cum, I can hardly believe you didn’t.”

  He laughed, and then went straight to hardcore pounding, as he pulled out to the tip and slammed back in to the root. Over and over. He was close to the edge, but that was no reason to be lazy, and I worked him hard with my sex, squeezing, grinding, and adjusting the angles as I impaled myself up into him with wanton abandon even as he speared down into me.