Sabrina headed for the door that led to the break room for Inferno's staff. Before the hostess opened it, a bottle girl named Opal burst out of the door and ambushed her with a lustful embrace.
Opal threw her arms around Sabrina's shoulders and gave her an affectionate squeeze. "Hi, Sitri! We've been missing you back here!"
"Sabrina" stiffened frustratedly. "Opal, we're in public. You can't use my real name out here. As far as these humans are concerned, my name is Sabrina and yours is Opal."
Opal pouted. "But these human names sound so stupid! My name isn't Opal, it's..."
Sitri covered "Opal's" mouth with her hand. "Honestly, Opal! You're acting just like a werefox! We can't afford to be discovered; the humans would get the wrong idea and throw us to the 'monster' hunters! Shape up or lose your job! Simple as that."
"Opal" nodded, and Sitri uncovered her mouth. The two headed into the break room. Inside the room were multiple women with horns, bat wings, forked tails, and skin in numerous hues of red, orange, gold, purple, and obsidian – succubi! The demonic women could be found spending their break engaged in every activity from having a hardcore threesome on the couch to chatting pleasantly around the water cooler. Most had shed all clothing.
A succubus with deer antlers and saffron-colored skin waved at the two newcomers. It was Alabasandria (alias Allison), one of the club's bartenders. "Looks like Obyzouth's brought us some company! Hi, Sitri!"
"So nice to hear my real name," Obyzouth laughed. "Sitri here insists on calling me Opal until she's sure the Men in Black aren't lurking in every shadow."
"Well, we don't exactly have normal names," Sitri argued. "Delilah du Charme was smart. She changed her name to something reasonably human-sounding in the 17th Century. Sometimes I think about doing that myself to avoid confusion." She turned to Obyzouth. "Oh, by the way, your break's over. We just got a new table, and they need a bottle girl."
Obyzouth licked her lips with her forked tongue. "Is that so? How did their life force smell?"
"Delicious," Sitri answered. "But you'd better remember the rules Ms. du Charme laid down when she opened this place. Only take the excess, what they wouldn't miss anyway. We can't afford any deaths or hospitalizations. My sister once overfed from a human, and guess what? The Vordenburgs had her burned to ashes within a fucking week!"
Obyzouth sighed sadly. "Whatever you say, Sitri. You're the hostess." The disguised succubus straightened her scarlet micro-miniskirt, adjusted her fake bat wings, and headed out to meet the new clubgoers.
"She's a bit freaky, isn't she?" remarked Alabasandria.
"Gives our whole species a bad name," Sitri agreed. "Speaking of our species..."
Sitri started to shift into her true form. She hastily stripped off her uniform to avoid damaging it. A pair of curly horns sprouted from her cranium, and her tail began to bud just above her bouncy ass.
Sitri gasped as she felt a tongue against her pussy lips; she glanced down. "Ala?"
Alabasandria paused her attentions to speak. "What can I say? Watching you transform always gets me wet."
Sitri smiled. "Then by all means, Ala, lick away."
Alabasandria ran her tongue up and down the meaty lips of Sitri's engorged cunt, relishing their gelatinous feel. Sitri's forked tail finished growing, and her bat wings (much larger than the flimsy, dinky ones on her hostess costume) unfurled. Her claws then grew in, followed by her fangs.
Alabasandria slithered her long, forked tongue into Sitri, penetrating her nearly as well as if she'd had a penis. At the same time, Sitri's razorlike claws grew out, followed by her needle-sharp fangs. Her eyes morphed into the mysterious pattern of a feline's.
Sitri was screaming with pleasure as an audience of her fellow succubi gathered around her and Alabasandria. Alabasandria decided to switch over to directly stimulating Sitri's clit. The bartender wrapped her impossibly long tongue around Sitri's engorged, erect clit. As her tongue caressed Sitri's nub, Alabasandria slipped two fingers into Sitri's vagina for maximum pleasure. Sitri was giddily squealing as her second pair of breasts (her glory as an elder succubus) budded and her skin turned a brilliant shade of gold.
As her transformation finished, a potent orgasm pulsed through Sitri's infernal body, causing her to spasm uncontrollably. As she shuddered from the rapturous shockwaves, Sitri's pussy shot stream after stream of ejaculate into Alabasandria's eager face. The succubic crowd cheered.
Once Sitri's body had calmed down, she helped Alabasandria to her feet. The two kissed, each succubus's serpentine tongue entwining with the other's. Sitri finally broke the kiss. "Thanks, Ala. I'd say this break's getting off to a damn good start."