Finding Alex
Chapter Two: Dinner at Seagram’s
Kevin watched her from the hospital entrance as she slid into the driver’s seat of his Rivian, the interior lights briefly illuminating her smile as she waved at him, she’d pick him up after his shift and they would have dinner together. He should have been nervous about letting someone else drive his truck, especially someone who technically wasn’t human, but Alex looked perfectly at ease behind the wheel, one hand resting lightly on the steering wheel, and besides she could easily talk her way out of any ticket or situation she might find herself in…
Alex drove on into the knight and it welcomed her…it was time to feed and she had decided with Kevin that feeding from him could damage their relationship and she didn’t want to take the chance. Kevin accepted what she was and he accepted that she would need to meet people, mostly men, and feed from them. She tried to focus on men who were out trolling for women or who were not fine upstanding citizens themselves and that seemed to make things easier for both of them.
Alex loved the quiet hum of power beneath her feet as the Rivian glided through the city streets and she loved the way the world looked at her when she was dressed like this, how eyes followed her without her needing to meet them. Tonight, she wore a short black dress that clung just enough to suggest intention without screaming for it. Ultra-sheer nude nylons smoothed her legs into an uninterrupted line, catching the glow of ing streetlights and her sandals were delicate, strappy, open-toed, they were nothing flashy, just intentional. Her toenails, like her fingernails, were painted a glossy red with lipstick that matched.
Alex wasn’t dressing for pleasure.
She was dressing to hunt.
Seagram’s sat low and discreet between a steakhouse and a wine bar, the kind of place people pretended not to know about while knowing exactly who went there. The parking lot was already half full when she arrived and she parked in the back of the lot keeping the truck safe from door dings. Alex stepped out of the Rivian, adjusted her dress, and let herself breathe.
Careful, she reminded herself. Kevin was safe and Kevin was hers in a way she didn’t yet truly understand, but tonight wasn’t about him, tonight Alex needed to feed. Needed to keep herself balanced, controlled, gentle. Alex didn’t kill and she told Kevin she preferred to leave even the most vial of society alive so there wouldn’t be a trail, though at times she left her victims with an urge to turn themselves into the authorities.
Inside, Seagram’s hummed with low music and softer intentions. Conversations stayed close. Laughter was muted as patrons checked each other out, men and women alike. Alex walked to the bar with unhurried confidence and chose a corner stool where she could see the room without being in the center of it. She crossed her legs slowly, deliberately, and felt the familiar shift in attention ripple outward.
“Seven and Seven,” she said when the bartender approached, her voice light, almost playful.
He smiled. People always did around Alex, and she waited. Fortunately for her it didn’t take long before she heard a voice next to where she was sitting.
Brad Jenkins was enjoying his scotch when he noticed Alex as she stepped inside and sat at the bar. He hadn’t planned on staying more than one drink, he never did, but then he saw her legs... long and smooth. crossed just enough to suggest ease rather than invitation. The red of her toes caught his eye when she shifted slightly on the stool. He told himself not to stare…he stared anyway.
Alex felt him before she saw him a mild curiosity brushing against her awareness, the telltale warmth of attention seeking permission. She turned her head just enough to meet his eyes briefly her blue eyes meeting his brown eyes before then looking away again.
That was all it took.
Brad approached with the practiced confidence of a man who had done this before and survived it. “Mind if I sit?” he asked, nodding toward the empty stool beside her.
Alex smiled, soft and unguarded. “Not at all.”
He noticed her hands first, small but strong, nails perfectly painted, fingers resting lightly against her glass. Alex noticed Brad’s hand seeing the faint outline of a ring that wasn’t there anymore, the pale skin where one had lived until recently.
Alex gave Brad her warmest smile...and they talked.
Brad as it turned out was a sales executive who travelled often and liked nice things. Alex learned that Brad liked the idea of being someone else for a night and Alex listened the way she always did, giving him just enough attention to feel seen without giving him anything real. Her voice stayed gentle, slightly lower now, warm and easy to follow, when he made an interesting point Alex leaned towards him and touch his arm gently.
Brad learned that Alex was an avid cyclist which he thought explained her lovely legs, strong lean and well shaped. He enjoyed her knowledge of nearly any topic and was fascinated by the sparkle in her blue eyes, almost hypnotic. Alex was so very easy to talk with and even easier to listen to and he was instantly smitten. Brad especially enjoyed how Alex leaned into him and he found her hand strangely soft and warm. Brad desperately wanted some time alone with Alex and began to formulate a plan to make that happen.
Alex allowed her knee brush his and Brad swallowed, the sensation sending a tingle through him as Alex subtlety flexed her powers before dropping casually that her kryptonite was a good foot massage, she loved her shoes but they were hell on her feet. This set the hook as Brad once again looked down to take in her pretty feet and toes.
“You’re… different,” he said after a while, smiling like he wasn’t sure why he was smiling.
Alex tilted her head. “Different good or different bad?”
“Different good,” he said quickly. “Very good.”
She laughed softly, the sound light and intimate. “That’s a relief.”
When he eventually suggested they go somewhere quieter, Alex didn’t hesitate. She allowed him to believe it was his idea and smiled warmly her hand stroking his back in a very suggestive and inviting manner as they rose to leave.
The hotel as it turned out was close, clean, quiet and anonymous. Mid-level and safe as they boarded an elevator and went up to his 5th floor room and entered, Alex took in the layout immediately, a sitting area with a couch, the small kitchen area, and the king bed beyond. Alex chose the couch for her seduction planning on using his obvious interest in her feet and toes as the starting point.
“Sit,” she said lightly, her toe nudging his calf.
Brad obeyed without thinking about why.
Alex slipped off her sandals and let them fall neatly to the side. She settled beside him, tucking her legs beneath her, then extended one foot towards him with an almost shy smile. Brad’s eyes locked onto the pretty foot and wiggling toes with a wry smile.
“I’ve been on my feet all day,” she said. “Would you mind?”
“Absolutely not, I’d love to…”
His hands were warm if a little unsteady and as he touched her, Alex felt the shift begin. She flexed her foot slowly, rotating her ankle in a smooth, unbroken motion. Her toes spread, then relaxed allowing a whisper of pheromones slip free, not enough to overwhelm him, just enough to soften the edges of his awareness. Alex smiled, warm and inviting as her voice lowered into a soothing hypnotic tone…seductive and inviting all at the same time and one she knew he would not be equipped to ignore.
Brad’s breathing slowed.
“That feels…” he started, then stopped, frowning slightly as the thought slipped away he felt warm and her foot was so soft and warm in his hand, but he was at a loss for words suddenly.
“Nice,” Alex supplied gently.
“Yes,” he agreed. “Nice.”
Her voice guided him, subtle and rhythmic as her second foot stroked his chest and then the side of his face, all while releasing more of her pheromones. “You can just focus on how this feels,” she murmured. “You don’t need to think about anything else right now.”
“Just focus on the feel of my foot and the way my toes look as they curl and spread, see the way the light shines on my pretty red nails, and how the nylons make them sparkle. It’s so easy just to relax and listen to my voice and focus on my toes don’t you agree Brad?”
His hands continued their work automatically. His gaze drifted, settling on her foot as it moved slow, graceful curls and wiggles, mesmerizing…hypnotic. The room seemed quieter. Smaller as her second foot stroked him eventually settling between his thighs her toes flexing on his hardness, her big toe outlining his stiff shaft.
Alex leaned closer, her presence filling his awareness without touching him again. “You’re doing great,” she whispered. “You can feel yourself relaxing, can’t you? Feel your willpower just sinking back, allowing my words to guide you.”
Brad nodded, a faint smile on his lips. “Yeah.”
She rose smoothly and took his hand, leading him toward the bed. He followed without resistance, the world pleasantly blurred around the edges. She sat beside him, close but not pressing, her breath warm against his ear.
“Just relax now for me Brad, allow me to make you feel wonderful you want this don’t you, want to feel wonderful…”
“Yes, please I want to feel this good forever…”
Brad was fully under her spell and Alex unzipped his pants, for this part she only needed him to cum for her and her hand began to slowly work his rock hard cock, feeling the pre-cum on his tip as her thumb played with it and used it as lube her slender fingers working base to tip.
“You’re going to tonight,” she said softly. “You’ll bringing someone back to the room, and you’ll feeling wanted desired and happy.”
Her lips brushed close to his jaw kissing gently as her hand continued its work on his cock. “But my face?” she continued. “That will stay a little… hazy no matter how hard you try you won’t be able to what I looked like.”
Brad sighed, content the pheromones and her hand making him open and compliant and willing to do anything Alex asked of him.
“Brad, I’m going to make you cum, and it’s going to feel amazing, and when you cum, you will find that your memory will begin to fade, you will no longer be able to see my face, and you will simply that you had a wonderful night with a woman and nothing more…”
“Yessss I had a wonderful night….”
Alex’s mouth moved from kissing along his jawline and found the side of his neck using her tongue to find the junction where the carotid and the jugular met. When Alex fed, it wasn’t violent, no biting or marking of any kind. It was a gentle pull, a drawing in of warmth and energy that left him floating rather than drained. She took only what she needed, savoring the richness without excess. Her mouth opened, lips sealing on the side of Brad’s neck as Alex’s tongue made slow circles on his neck and she felt Brad respond.
Brad savored the feeling of her warm most mouth on his neck as her hand continued to work him and soon her lips and tongue were close to pushing him over the edge. Alex’s opened mouth and tongue again soon felt the energy flow into her, it was warm, intoxicating and she felt herself being replenished.
Brad felt her pull, the feel of her mouth and her tongue sent a shockwave directly to his groin and quickly sent him over the top, cumming into her hand with a grunt before he drifted… sleep claiming him easily, as his thoughts echoed exactly what she had placed there: a wonderful night, a woman he could not quite .
Alex stood going to the bathroom to wash her hands before finding her shoes quietly and then slipping out into the night, booking a shared ride back to pick up Kevin’s truck. By the time she returned to Seagram’s, the bar was close to empty, and she went to the back of the lot and picked up the Rivian heading back towards the hospital, the city felt different now, sharper, brighter. She felt balanced again. Steady and she sang to a indie rock tune as she drove on. Kevin would be waiting and Alex smiled, already looking forward to seeing him.
Alex pulled the Rivian into the physicians parking lot just as the hospital doors slid open and Kevin stepped out, shoulders slightly rounded from a long shift but his stride picking up when he saw Alex. The fluorescent light behind him caught briefly in his curly hair before the doors sealed shut again, shutting the door for work and opening the other for Alex. He looked amazing in the custom scrubs she had ordered for him, and Alex had a huge grin on her face as he walked up to the truck.
When he opened the enger’s side door, Alex leaned across the console to meet him halfway, her hand sliding up his jaw and her lips finding his in a welcoming kiss, it was warm and welcoming, a soft press of red lips that lingered just long enough to make him exhale and tell him that she had be waiting for just this moment, just as he had as well.
“Hey, healer,” she murmured.
“Hey, predator,” he replied lightly, brushing his thumb across her lipstick. “You look… dangerous, how did everything go tonight, were you successful?”
She grinned. “You let me borrow your truck and that was a big help thank you. Yes I was able to find someone who is safely asleep with only a vague memory of meeting a woman and taking her back to his hotel room, so all fed again, thanks for your help.” Leaning over Alex gave Kevin another deep kiss.
Kevin smiled and squeezed her hand, he was still getting used to what she was and he never wanted to many details of her feedings, but he did want to know she was safe and taken care of. She drove them toward their usual late-night diner, a chrome-lined relic with flickering neon and coffee strong enough to resurrect the dead and with a solid reputation for serving quality food.
The bell chimed as they entered.
“Well look who survived another shift,” their regular waitress called from behind the counter. “Booth or table tonight?”
“Your section,” Kevin answered easily.
They slid into a booth near the window and Alex crossed her legs under the table, one sandal dangling lazily from her toes before she slipped it off and toyed with the bottom of Kevin’s scrubs leg and his ankle, Kevin noticed.
He always noticed.
“So Alex you already ate tonight,” he teased as they reached for menus they didn’t need.
She tilted her head innocently. “And?”
“And you’re ordering again.”
Her eyes gleamed a mischievous smile coming to her red lips. “Careful. If you keep talking like that, I’ll just eat you for dinner instead.”
He laughed, shaking his head hands up as he surrendered. “Threat noted.”
Alex reached across the table and took his hand. The teasing softened into something warmer.
“How was it, long shift?” she asked quietly.
Kevin exhaled and leaned back slightly, gaze drifting as he replayed the day. “Construction worker came in mid-morning. Fell from scaffolding. Open tib-fib fracture with vascular compromise. Ortho was stabilizing bone while I worked to restore blood flow. Took hours.”
She listened with total focus, chin resting lightly in her free hand.
“He’ll keep the leg,” Kevin continued. “If everything holds.”
“I’m proud of you,” she said softly.
His thumb brushed over her knuckles.
“And then,” he added, expression shifting, “there was a teenager. Single-car crash with a steering column impact, blunt chest trauma. We almost lost her twice on the table.”
Alex’s eyes darkened, not with hunger, but with empathy.
“But you didn’t,” she said.
Kevin shook his head once, a faint smile appearing. “No. We didn’t.”
She squeezed his hand. “You’re extraordinary.”
He huffed. “I’m tired.”
Her smile was loving as she laughed, “That too.”
Their food arrived soon after, steak and eggs with pancakes for Alex, waffles and eggs for Kevin. The waitress chatted easily with them, commenting on Alex’s dress, asking Kevin about the hospital gossip as they ate and when they were done they thanked her and as always tipped generously before heading out.
Outside, the air had cooled and Kevin pulled Alex to his body as they walked back to the Rivian, he was happy to let her drive them home after a long shift bone tired and ready to just cuddle with Alex on the couch before crashing.
Back home, the house welcomed them with soft lamplight and quiet. Kevin kicked off his shoes and collapsed onto the couch with a groan.
“One episode,” he said. “Then I’m unconscious.”
Alex curled beside him, tucking her legs beneath her. They watched their show, half paying attention, half leaning into each other’s warmth. Kevin’s arm draped lazily around her shoulders. It didn’t take long.
Alex shifted slightly, drawing one leg across his lap. Her sandal slipping free and falling to the floor with a soft tap. Kevin glanced down just in time to see her toes flex slowly, absently at first. Then deliberately.
He narrowed his eyes. “You’re doing that on purpose.”
“Doing what?” she asked sweetly.
Her foot brushed against his thigh.
He caught it gently, thumb pressing into the arch. “This.”
She sighed contentedly. “Mmm. That feels nice.”
Kevin began rubbing her foot in slow circles. He’d done this before in fact, many times. He liked taking care of her. Liked the quiet intimacy of it.
Alex let herself relax under his hands. Then, very subtly, she released a trace of pheromones. Nothing overwhelming. Just a softening warmth in the air between them.
Her toes flexed again beginning a pattern, spread, flex, curl…
Kevin’s focus narrowed to the site of her pretty toes in the nylons, watching them flex and spread and curl her pretty red polish shining in the soft lights.
“You’re staring,” she said softly.
He blinked. “I’m not.”
Her foot rotated in his grasp, ankle moving smoothly, hypnotically. “You are.”
His thumb slowed.
“Just relax,” she murmured, voice dipping into that lilting cadence that wrapped around his thoughts like silk. “You’ve had a long day and it feels so good to just let me help you relax. And its so very easy to watch my pretty toes flex isn’t it baby?”
His shoulders loosened automatically….focusing on her toes and unable to speak a response to her question.
“That’s it,” she continued gently. “You don’t have to hold yourself up anymore, all you have to do is focus on the sound of my voice and the sight of my toes. Relax Kevin, I got you, you’re safe and adored.”
His gaze drifted downward again, fascinated by the small movements of her toes, the red polish catching lamplight as they wiggled slightly.
“You feel your eyes growing so heavy, there’s a warmth just behind them that’s so relaxing, making your lids feel even more tired, heavier, so very ready to drop and close for me.”
“You like taking care of me,” she whispered continuing her trance. “You like doing what I ask of you.”
“I do,” he said quietly.
“And it would feel really nice,” she continued, voice soft and warm, “to carry me to bed. Wouldn’t it?”
His breathing slowed. “Yes Alex, I would love to carry you to bed.”
“Good boy, just scoop me up,” she went on. “Undress. Lay back and let me take care of you tonight.”
He nodded faintly before he realized he had and Alex smiled, pleased but gentle. Kevin stood, lifting her easily hearing her laugh softly, as she wrapped her arms around his neck and he carried her down the hallway.
In the bedroom, he set her on the mattress and began to undress with a sleepy sort of obedience, completely under her spell and trusting. He laid back with a quiet exhale.
Alex stood at the foot of the bed and let her dress fall slowly to the floor. The sheer fabric of her nylons shimmered faintly as she peeled them away, one leg at a time, movements unhurried.
She climbed onto the bed and straddled his hips, looking down at Kevin with a mix of desire and affection.
“Kevin, you’re safe,” she whispered softly her voice gentle and seductive. “You want me to take all of the stress and make it go away…”
Her hands slid over his shoulders, down his chest, kneading gently finding key pressure points she knew would soften him. The massage was slow and deliberate, coaxing tension from muscle and bone. She let a whisper of her power seep into her touch, not to control, but to deepen relaxation. Soon Kevin was fully relaxed and floating complete at ease and deep in hypnosis.
“You did so well today,” she murmured. “You saved people. You gave so much.” His eyes fluttered still closed.
“And I adore you,” she continued, brushing her lips near his ear. “Do you know that?”
He swallowed. “Yeah.”
She kissed along his jaw, across his collarbone, down the center of his chest, not to feed, just to feel.
Her lips moved slowly against him savoring his salty taste and the feel of his firm body under her lips. She used a bit of her power to draw him upward from exhaustion into warmth. Their breathing synced. The world narrowed to touch and heat and quiet connection.
There was no rush.
When she finally lowered herself fully onto him, it was with care. With closeness their foreheads touching and his hands sliding up her back, fingers spreading as if grounding himself in her.
“Alex,” he breathed.
She smiled against his mouth as she pushed back guiding him into her entrance, he felt amazing and Kevin moaned as the warmth surrounded him.
The rhythm built gradually, it was soft, steady, intimate rather than frantic. Kevin’s tiredness melted into sensation, into closeness, into her voice murmuring encouragement and praise.
Alex leaned forward her lips sealing along the side of Kevin’s neck, Alex fed, just a whisper, not enough to drain Kevin, only enough to taste the warmth of him. It flooded her gently, sweet and familiar sending a tingle through her body that she only got when she fed from him.
When he came, it was with a quiet groan and a tightening of his arms around her. She savored the warmth that flooded into her and followed shortly after, pressing her forehead to his shoulder as the tension ebbed from both of them.
They stayed wrapped together, breathing slowly.
Alex brushed her fingers through his thick curly hair, letting the last traces of pheromones settle into something comforting rather than intoxicating as she kissed his forehead.
“You’re not controlling me,” he murmured sleepily.
She smiled.
“No,” she said softly. “I’m not.”
He drifted first, the day and the warmth of his girlfriend pulling him under.
Alex lay awake a few minutes longer, listening to his heartbeat steady beneath her palm. She had fed tonight. She had balanced herself, and she had cared for the man she loved once again coming home with him.
Eventually, even a succubus needed rest and as she closed her eyes, curled closer, and let sleep take her too, and Alex knew she had found the balance she longed for.