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was exposed, then dropped the skirt and hung it up behind her. She stood there in a lacy white bra and panties.

Bailey was perking up because it was obvious Ginger was getting horny, and the succubus was lapping up the lust. “Gabby is pretty, isn’t she? And you’re bi, aren’t you?”

“Bi, yes,” Ginger murmured. “And Gabby is short for Gabriella.”

The angel nodded, reached back, and undid her bra. She took it off, revealing her firm tits and big pink nipples, pointing skyward. She then sprouted her wings, which were bright and white under the sun. She let her halo show, and her eyes gleamed as brightly, removing the shadows under the tall trees.

While Gabby was showing off her angelic form, Bailey was full demon, black eyes, long black horns, and vampiric incisors behind her red lips.

Ginger smiled. “You are an angel. I wish you angels would do better keeping all the terrible men away from us working girls.”

“I’ll make a note of it,” Gabby said softly.

Bailey was holding the redhead close, cupping her tits. “Free will greases the wheels of the world, sweetie. But, yes, Gabby is an angel. I’m a sex demon, but not necessarily evil. I just like fucking. Like you do.”

“And Jack?” Ginger asked.

“Look at his pants.” Bailey pressed her cheek against Ginger’s. The demon whispered into the girl’s ear. “He has a nice big dick. I loved that fantasy you had about the couple. You saw them come in a few times, a nice-looking man and his beautiful wife. They obviously loved you, but other than a few tips and chitchat, they never really made a move. You wished they’d had. In your fantasy, you meet them out in the parking lot, and one thing leads to another, and you come to this bench where he fucks you from behind while you kiss the wife and play with her tits. We can make that fantasy a reality, if you want.”

Ginger was glowing. She gave Jack a shy smile. “So you can stop time. I bet you do all sorts of naughty things.”

“I’ve been keeping busy,” Jack replied. “Mostly I’ve been killing monsters and figuring out my life. But Bailey is right. You don’t need to do anything you don’t want to do.”

“It’s okay.” The redhead glanced at the stream, which was frozen, and she noticed the lack of bird calls. “It’s so quiet.”

Ginger turned to face Bailey. “And you smell so good. What kind of perfume is that?”

“It’s not a perfume,” Bailey said. “It’s just me. Sex demons have to smell good to lure in our prey. How about you help me get undressed? Then we can all have fun.”

“You could make a million dollars dancing,” Ginger murmured. “You’re so sexy.”

Ginger kissed Bailey. It was soft at first, but grew hotter and more passionate, until it was clear that the two were French kissing, exploring each other’s mouths.

The redhead gasped. “So is this what you do? Go around finding women for Jack?”

“This is for me, sweetie,” Bailey said in a husky whisper. She smiled. “So far, we’ve only done this once before. But you humans are so silly. You walk around horny all the time, and yet you have so little sex. There are all these rules you make for yourself. Like you not sleeping with Cinnamon. You should.”

“No.” Ginger laughed nervously. “Strip club politics are complicated enough without adding sex. I’ve made that mistake before. It can get painfully awkward. Believe me.”

The redhead drifted from Bailey and approached Jack.

Gabby had taken off her panties and stood there with both her wings and her tits out. Her hand drifted between her legs to rub at the top of her bare pink slit. She watched with eyes blazing. This wasn’t just about Nefesh for her. This was about so much more, obviously.

Ginger was flushed and sweating and so hot. Her perfume was sweet and cheap, stripper perfume, but Jack loved it. He’d been in the Cupid’s Arrow before, but he didn’t remember a buxom redhead like the girl in the overalls.

Bailey moved back and started stripping. “So we’re doing this, right?”

Ginger wasn’t stripping; she seemed so horny that she could hardly move. “What about diseases, you know, and pregnancy.”

Bailey sniffed. “You’re clean. Jack is clean. Gabby is a virgin, and I’ve only had this body for a few days. And don’t worry, I can make sure the pregnancy thing doesn’t happen. You wouldn’t believe how many sex lives kids destroy. Please.”

Bailey’s breasts came into view. Ginger shot forward to cup them while Bailey wiggled out of her tights and skirt.

And Gabby looked on, wings out, naked and masturbating. Her light blue eyes seemed to get even brighter.

Bailey reached out to pull Jack into a kiss. Her sweet musky scent went into his nose and right to his brain. Her lips were soft and wet from her kiss with Ginger—he could smell the dancer’s perfume lingering as well.

Bailey broke the kiss, then turned him to face Ginger.

The redhead looked him in the eye brazenly. “Aren’t you a stud, hanging out with a demon and an angel. But do you still want me? I’m just human.”

“I do want you. You’re gorgeous.” He kissed her, right away, tasting her mouth and feeling her soft lips on his. Bailey was naked now, and her tail was out—so far just the normal spade-like tip. The demon wasn’t going to let Ginger stay dressed for long. Bailey pulled the overall straps off her shoulders and slid the overalls down. Ginger had on her tight blue gingham blouse, a tiny little G-string and her freckles, which covered her all the way down to her toes.

Jack wanted to kiss every single one of them. And because of the strange turn his life had taken, there was nothing stopping him from doing just that.

Chapter Twenty-Three

JACK KNELT IN THEIR little love nest behind the strip club and next to Plum Creek. Normally, the cottonwoods would be swaying in the breeze, but with time