You can find part one here.

This is part two.

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Normally work was a comfort to Anna. There was the stack of things to get done that kept her busy. She was good at her job and she appreciated how consistently things went each day. Anna was a badass boss lady and she had a way of bringing out the best in others without telling them what to do. She was respected and it was mainly because those she worked with were entirely sexless to her. At least that was the case until the last week and a half.

Peter started in an office down the hall. He was confident and calm when he walked in. He knew he belonged in the seat he was paid to occupy. As each morning wore on, the weight of expectations pressed heavily on his shoulders. The new role and sharp learning curve were challenges that excited him, but he often forgot what others would see when looking through the open door to his office.

He ran his fingers through his hair after loosening his tie. He often took his shoes off and his trouser socks would peek out below his desk. It wasn’t just that he was so boyish and adorable. He would hold meetings, and command everyone’s rapt attention. He wore perfectly creased dress shirts, and slacks with a double Windsor knot at his neck. His broad shoulders and towering height had all of the women in the office swooning, but this was dangerous for a succubus. Anna could control her hunger when she wasn’t thinking of it, but today was painful.

Anna always took her lunch at her desk. She could push food around a plate without others paying attention to whether or not she was actually eating. Food was dissatisfying when she was hungry. She was in need of a meal, and found her thoughts drifting down the hall to whet her appetite.

Peter was wearing soft gray slacks with a deep purple dress shirt. His tie was casually thrown on the chair across from his desk. Anna was deep in thought about the meeting she was leading in a few days, when she looked toward his office. He pulled his shirt up, and free of his slacks where she was gifted a view of his washboard abs and the top of his hip girdle. It was another day of him skipping his boxers and Anna could see the mushroom shaped tip of his flaccid cock pressing against the soft linen of his trousers. Her hunger became a physical ache. Anna was still learning control and stopped short at the shocked look from Rebecca. Anna didn’t realize she was starting to rub her nipples. This wasn’t normal at the office and Anna knew she was a danger to others, so she left early.

The clear skies that greeted Anna that morning were long gone. The dark clouds that filled the sky were charged. She could feel the electricity in the air. She slowed her breathing to clear her mind and took slow, deliberate steps. Just as she saw the flash of lightning, she felt the roar of thunder as it rolled through the afternoon air. The first drops of rain began like an assault. Large drops began to beat against her head and body. She hurried her pace to the sounds of water, thunder, and heeled sandals. She wasn’t prepared for the rain that was seeping through her silk blouse, both ruining it, and exciting her with the way it was clinging to her. She was trying to regain control and the rain was in on a cosmic conspiracy to make her lose control.

Anna took refuge in a local bar. Being this hungry was dangerous and she broke her rule of not feeding near work. The bar was nearly empty but there was tension when she walked in. She skirted the couple seated at the table near the door, intentionally avoiding eye contact, as she was familiar with their faces. Robert was in her department, and she had seen his girlfriend around the office, though she could never remember her name. She only talked about workouts and make up and Anna didn’t wade in shallow pools. Their discussion was heated, and the tension wasn’t sexual. This relationship was long dead, but Anna never gave them much thought before, and she was too hungry to think about them now.

Anna took a small booth toward the back of the bar. She positioned herself in a corner so she could easily slip out through the back, with an eye on the front door. She had a system when she was hunting. The bar was fairly empty, but she only needed one person. Just a small taste, to hold her over. Anna was losing control, and waves of lust were hitting every patron in the bar.

A waiter walked over, placing a napkin on the table. He licked his lips, eying Anna’s breasts. He bit his lip as his gaze followed the curves cresting just below her wet silk blouse.

Across the bar, Robert stood abruptly and left. Patrons were inching closer to each other, reaching for each other in casual and not so casual ways. Anna spat, “Bloody Mary,” dismissing the waiter and ignoring his pout of disappointment. Anna needed someone that could walk away with her. She spotted a man sitting at the bar. She had a weak spot for men in faded jeans and a t-shirt. She also wanted to keep that black leather jacket on the back of his chair. She was about to stand up when a brunette with streaked black mascara plopped in the booth, across from her. Anna battled her rage from hunger but Robert’s apparent ex girlfriend didn’t notice.

“I can’t believe Robert dumped me. I mean, I was being honest when I told him about Derek,” she sobbed.

Anna couldn’t remember what her name was. She remembered hearing about her education and career. Everyone noticed her body, but the rest of her was insignificant.

Anna’s hunger burned her throat like acid. She could feel the pulse and tingle throughout her body and the swelling of her fingers itched. The starvation felt like dehydration and the dizzying throb of her headache matched her racing heart. She was in danger. The waiter returned with Anna’s Bloody Mary, and said, “Sarah, should I close you out?” Sarah nodded and the waiter pivoted on his heel and left, as if he couldn’t step away fast enough. He could sense the danger coming off of Anna in waves.

Anna dipped the toothpick with olives into her drink before biting one off, in a slow chew. She was angry and starved and her conversation was going to be anything but polite. “Robert is a good judge of character. I can’t imagine you’re normally a cheater. I bet you were unhappy enough to destroy who you are, to escape a good man. You should have just ended things. You’re a fucking coward.” Anna picked up her drink and finished it in three long gulps. She was hoping to calm her nerves so she wouldn’t terrify her next meal. She fished cash out of her purse to throw on the table, and scooted to the edge of the booth when Sarah grabbed her wrist.

The pathetic plea was in her teary gaze. Anna was an unwilling life preserver and Sarah wasn’t letting go.

“No one has ever spoken to me like that. You’re right, please don’t go,” Sarah begged. Confessing wasn’t about Robert. She needed her guilt to go away. She needed to be punished for what she did. Robert ended things. He was more upset that she refused to let him dump her, than the fact that happy hour ended in bad sex with an old flame.

The skin to skin contact was all she could take. The memory of Peter, the hunger and lust pulsing through her veins, and the rage she felt, pushed Anna over the edge. She unleashed the full force of her will on Sarah. Both women wordlessly left the booth. Sarah forgot to get her credit card. She forgot what she was crying about. She even forgot that she was a woman that only liked men. Her only need was to be touched, kissed and taken.

The women didn’t even make it out of the bar. As they made their way to the backdoor, Anna detoured them to the bathroom. She slammed Sarah against the wall and kissed her deeply, snaking one hand into the waistband of her black yoga pants. Her other hand cupped a full and sensitive breast through cotton and lace before reaching up to wrap around Sarah’s neck. She squeezed with a firm but gentle grip that forced a clench, felt with her other hand. Sarah’s climax weakened her, while Anna felt stronger and calm. She didn’t mean to drain so much from Sarah, but this was about survival.

Anna could feel the first waves of lust and satisfaction taking the edge off of her hunger. She normally preferred willing participants. They were more satisfying, but Sarah’s heartbreak and vacant participation was like eating a bag of cotton candy. It was tasty but not fully satisfying. Sarah’s moan was smothered by Anna’s kiss, but she was still loud enough to potentially get them caught. Anna removed her hand and the sudden break made Sarah whimper. Anna forced her fingers into Sarah’s mouth.

That move nearly broke her thrall as the brazen nature of what they were doing was like a splash of cold water on the broken hearted banker. Anna smiled at Sarah. She looked her in the eyes as she forced her to her knees. Sarah lifted Anna’s skirt and explored with curiosity. Her touch was light and her face was smooth against Anna’s thighs. She smelled like peaches and sage.

Anna wasn’t as starved as she had been and inexperience was becoming an irritation.

Anna said, “maybe I was wrong, and you were a slut the whole time. I can take you to my place and give you the fuck you’ve been craving.”

Sarah transitioned in this moment. She wondered if she was gay. She thought about the history she shared with Robert and the dreams that were destroyed. She wanted more of what Anna was giving and loved the way she was looking at her. It was a look of sexual hunger she had never felt before. She loved the way Anna was hurting and pleasuring her.

Sarah’s doubts suddenly left a sour taste in Anna’s mouth. Anna enjoyed hurting Sarah, but she was in the mood to be fucked. She thought about the guy at the bar and really wanted his jacket. “Nevermind, doll. Hope it was good for you. Then again, I really don’t care.” Anna left Sarah on the bathroom floor, with the click of her heels and the bang of the bathroom door. She had a bigger catch to bag.