Chapter 4

Lily watched Dana leave through the front door of Deuces, then turned her attention to the biker closest to her.

His name was Thomas, and he was the one she wanted. During their many conversations, he kept mentioning that his buddy Ray had a cabin up in the woods that they could use if she wanted to get away from her husband for a bit. Of course, he would be there to keep her company, and they could even ride up there on his bike, but only if Ray gave him the okay.

Of course, that meant that Ray wasn’t responding to texts or calls from his friends, which they all thought was a little weird, but apparently he had been avoiding everyone lately. Frustrated that she wasn’t about to get a direct line to their missing buddy, it was time for her to take action.

“You boys have been so wonderful,” she gushed, putting one hand on Thomas’ thigh and the other on his buddy Jared’s chest. Thomas was heavy set, but she could feel plenty of muscle beneath the extra weight. Jared, on the other hand, looked more like a scrawny meth head who did just enough push-ups to be allowed to hang with the guys. “My husband is such a prick, but I’m glad I ran into you three.”

“Yeah, we’ll take care of you, Gabby.” Frank told her while scratching his beard. Frank wore a gold wedding band, and seemed to be comfortable playing wingman for both of his boys.

“Is Gabby short for something?” Jared asked her.

“Gabrielle.” Lily smirked. “My parents thought they were having a boy, so wanted to name me after an angel.”

“I think you still are an angel.” Thomas brushed hair away from Lily’s eyes, letting his hand trail down the front of her dress, his fingers lingering on her breast.

“I certainly don’t feel like one right now,” she whispered. “I’m headed back to the ladies room.”

“You just got back—” Jared said, but Frank kicked him in the shin.

“Like I was saying, I’m headed back. Anyone want to join me?”

Frank held up his hands. “I’m good here. Someone needs to keep an eye on our beers.”

“Love ya, brother.” Thomas stood up and followed close behind Lily as she sauntered back. Dana had gone outside a few minutes ago, and other than a knowing look from the bartender, nobody else seemed to notice.

Once in the bathroom, Lily pushed Thomas against the wall and stuck her tongue down his throat. He wasted no time in pawing at her breasts, his thumb catching on the fabric and ripping a few of the threads.

“Holy shit,” Jared muttered when he entered, giving the bathroom a quick look to make sure it was empty.

Thomas broke his lips away. “Watch the door.”

“Oh please. Nobody will bother us in here.” Lily grabbed Thomas’ cock through his pants, feeling it harden beneath her fingers. Using her other hand, she hiked up the back of her skirt. “Why don’t you get over here and help your friend make a woman’s dream come true?”

“Holy shit, holy shit!” Jared was fumbling with his pants. “Is it cool with you, Thomas?”

“Ain’t gay if we don’t make eye contact,” Thomas replied, then sucked on Lily’s neck while pulling the front of her dress down with his hands.

Jared came up behind Lily, his cock in one hand and his pants in the other.

“Lift my skirt,” she told Jared, and he obeyed.

A succubus’ tail could be summoned at will, and when Jared squatted down to push her skirt up, the venomous tip of her tail caught him in the chin. He let out a little grunt, the toxins rushing through his body. He fell forward into Lily, which pushed her against Thomas.

“Shit, did he just pass out? I keep telling that asshole he needs to lay off—”

Lily’s tail caught Thomas in the thigh, and his eyes bugged out of his head before his eyelids fluttered and he sank to the ground.

Now against the wall, Lily straddled his body, her fingers undoing his belt. Using the thumb and forefinger of her left hand, she touched his temple and sank deep into his unconscious mind. His brain was like a storybook, and she flipped through the pages, trying to find the information she wanted. Here, inside the Dreamscape, she could extend time, turning hours of exploration that passes as seconds in the real world. Even if Frank grew suspicious and came in now, she would have days to find what she was looking for.

Unsurprisingly, her search was also turning up the fact that Thomas was a Grade A piece of shit. Between committing semi-major crimes, the guy had a kid he never raised, plenty of girlfriends with black eyes, and a pistol hidden in the concrete foundation of his house that had been used to put a hole through Billy Bixley’s skull fifteen years back.

Despite these things, the knowledge she needed was still buried, so she ignored them for now. Finally, she spotted several memories of Thomas going up into the mountains to hang with Ray and do some hunting and fishing.

She ran through the memories over and over, committing the route to the cabin to memory. The cabin itself wasn’t big, and it certainly wasn’t on a marked road of any sort. In fact, the road itself was merely a worn patch in the dirt with packed gravel beneath it. The cabin didn’t have an address that she could see, and she felt better about Dana not being able to find a public record of the place.

“Hmm.” Her body was in the real world while her mind was in here, and time had slowed to a crawl inside Thomas’ head. Smiling, she decided that she had earned herself a bit of a snack.

The Dreamscape formed around her, a dimension inside the biker’s mind that she could freely manipulate. After digging through his memories, she had pulled out the bits and pieces that were the most useful to her, recreating a brick and mortar building from the early nineties. Bright yellow goalposts fell from the sky to spear the green lawn behind the school, and the halls filled with outlines of people, their features filling in at random. Lily thought of them as extras, an amalgamation of random memories that served to generate faces and identities.