"Mom, why are we checking out a strip club in the middle of the afternoon?" Sylvia glanced over at her daughter, the ghost in the teenage girls body furrowing her brow. "Playing a hunch now you coming with me or what?" Tanya sighed, trudging behind her mother as the pair entered.
Entering the dimly lit establishment, the two spirits now scanned the interior.
The club was sparsely occupied at this point, Sylvia and Tanya noting a couple of dancers as well as a bartender. As the pair moved forward, they could see the rather large bartender cast them a curious look. What mother in her right mind would bring their teenage daughter to a strip club. "Mom everyone's staring at us," Tanya whispered, the womans face turning beat red as they moved further in.
Sylvia was undeterred, the girl spotting a dancer who was finishing a lap dance on an elderly man. As the pair approached, the woman gave the duo a curious smile. "Well this is certainly different," she purred. "Usually don't see a mother/daughter team, especially this early. Shouldn't you be in school?"
"We're not here for the entertainment we need some information."
"You want information try the library it's cheaper," the dancer smirked. "You want to talk its $20."
"I would have thought it would cost me a bit of my soul," Sylvia countered. "Seeing as you're a succubus."
"What are you talking about?"
"Oh come off it," Sylvia scoffed. "I may have been dead for more than a decade but I can still recognize a sex demon." The dancer now studied the two carefully, unsure of what to make of this odd pair. Frustrated, Sylvia now turned to her daughter. "Tanya do you remember that spell I taught you?" Tanya nodded, understanding what her mother was getting at. Muttering a spell the woman now waved her arm as the pair watched the succubus disguise vanish.
The dancer was a bombshell, mid twenties, tanned skin, long luxurious blonde hair, and impressive curves with DD cup breasts. As the spell activated, the ghostly witches now watched as the succubus assumed her true form. The womans skins darkened, taking on a crimson hue as her once crystal blue eyes became inky pools of black. The dancers waist thinned, batlike wings sprouting from her back as small horns protruded from her forehead. "What the fuck," she hissed.
"Now can we find somewhere quiet to talk," Sylvia asked. The succubus, unaccustomed to being exposed like this quickly hurried the pair into a private booth, slamming the door before glaring at the pair. "Okay," she hissed. "Who the fuck are you and what the fuck is going on?!"
"I'm Sylvia and this is my daughter Tanya." The succubus frowned, watching the older of the two give her a timid wave. "Can I ask you what your name is?"
"Bella," she replied. "And what do you mean she's you daughter? She looks old enough to be your mother?"
"We're ghosts darling," Sylvia replied. "Bit of a mix up when we possessed these bodies." Bella simply nodded, being a demon meant she was all to familiar with the afterlife. "Okay so why bother me?"
"Actually we were hoping you could help us," Tanya asked meekly. "We've been trying to find someone, a hunter. Goes by the name Ezekiel Kane."
"Ezekiel Kane," Bella exclaimed in confusing. "He's just a urban legend."
"I'm afraid not," Sylvia sighed. "In fact, he's the one that killed us." Bella paused, shuddering at the thought of the psychopathic hunter that stalked night creatures. "Okay," Bella said softly. "Lets say you're telling the truth. Why come here and ask me questions about him?"
"Because I can tell you're not the only succubus that works here," Sylvia stated. "I could smell the sulfur from the road. Now if I can sense that, how long do you think it will take Kane to notice?"
Bella shuddered, now worrying about her and her friends very lives. The succubi that worked here didn't harm anyone. Yes, they drained the energy of the patrons, but it was only enough to keep them fed. They had mastered this technique, draining just enough energy to make their victims feel drunk. At the end of the day they had a stable food supply, a job that paid well enough, and their victims would always return for more. For them it was the ultimate win win. "What does this guy even look like," she asked.
"Tall," Tanya's stated. "Muscular, kind of a scary looking biker type." Bella paled at the information. "Does he have a beard and long hair?" Sylvia and Tanya nodded in response.
"I saw someone like that last night," Bella whispered. "Biker came in close to midnight. He gave me a creepy vibe so I didn't dance with him but Trixie and Scarlet did."
"Where are they now?"
"He invited them back to his motel room," Bella stammered. "He was flashing alot of money. Said he would make it worth their while. They asked me to go with them, I was tired, I went home. Oh God! Did...did he..."
Sylvia and Tanya said nothing, no one wanted to say it but chances were Bella's friends were dead. The succubus may not know it but she had dodged a horrific fate. "We don't know," Tanya replied solemnly. Bella choked, holding back tears as she now gazed at the floor.
"Bella I'm sorry I have to ask but did your friends give you an address," Sylvia asked. Bella nodded, the succubus now reaching into her bra, producing a small piece of paper. "I don't know why I kept it," she whispered.
Sylvia now took the paper, studying it carefully. Kane had given a name of a motel along with a room number. As the ghosts gazed at the paper they thanked Bella. Now they needed to tell the other what they had found.