
Bill started a little when he entered the conference room and saw
Kim Torrens sitting next to her aunt Melissa. Melissa was getting
far to bold for his liking, brining that girl to C-level only meetings.
She had held off until now, but after Cameron made no move to intervene
as Alex had to bow out of the jockeying with Melissa for the CTO slot
due to medical issues, she must have felt that she could get away with
more.

"Hi Bill." Melissa's smile set her gorgeous blue eyes sparkling. She
was beautiful in the erotically charged way that was the trademark
of women who had been actively infected with the Succubus Virus.
Like all women who had been actively infected, she was significantly
bustier than average, and today she wore a red sweater that clung
to her 32G-cups. Bill didn't normally know the cup size of his
co-workers, but when dealing with a Succubus it was relevant information,
and the PI that he had hired to look into Melissa and her niece
had made sure to find out. Now that she was no longer active,
Melissa's endowments were not as much of a threat, though she could
probably hypnotize him if he let his eyes linger on those luscious
curves.

"Hi Melissa. Congratulations on the promotion." He said with a smile.
The real threat, he thought, was Kim Torrens, Melissa's niece and recent
hire as an intern. When a woman infected with the Succubus Virus was going
through puberty, she was able to slowly drain the essence from those around
her. Making the power even more insidious, no-one but the Succubus could
remember that her victim used to have the attributes that they did. It
made the infected woman stronger, more beautiful, and more intelligent,
as the reverse happened to the people she was draining. The virus itself
was in everyone, but only became active in a handful of women. Making it
even more rare was the fact that girls infected with the virus needed to be
relatively busty to be able to use the strange power afforded by the disease.
Any girl smaller much smaller than a DD-cup couldn't drain anyone, even if they
were actively infected. Unfortunate for Bill, Kim's F-cups were big enough for
her to take advantage of her active infection. Even now, Kim could have already
consumed some of Bill's essence, and he would be none the wiser.

By the time the meeting was over Bill decided that he would have to
take some extraordinary measures to head off this extraordinary threat.

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"Ms. Whitaker?" Bill asked.

"That's me." The girl walking towards him said in a crisp upper class British accent.
She wore a long trench coat, but even so it was clear that she possessed incredible
curves. She would have been the same height as him barefoot, but in the six inch
platform stiletto heels that clicked with each step she towered over him.

"Thank you for agreeing to meet with me." He said.

"Well, 10 million dollars is a pretty good way to get the conversation started."
She said with an amused twinkle in her eyes. There was something about her attitude
that unsettled Bill.

"I thought-" he trailed off as she shrugged out of her trench coat. She wore a skin
tight red dress stopped six inches below her crotch and possessed such a deep U
neck that nearly the entire upper half of her R-cup boobs were on display. Bill
knew she wore a 28R from the research he had done prior to reaching out to her.
When dealing with a Succubus, bra size was always relevant. Actually, Bill knew,
Elisabeth Whitaker was extra powerful because of the way she exemplified the slim
and stacked body type. Bra size was a good proxy for the power of a Succubus, but
the real story was a bit more complex. Fat women had to have much larger breasts
to achieve the same level of power as normal sized women. With a frame like hers,
Elisabeth might have been an Active Succubus even with D cups, but of course she
was much bigger than that.

Elisabeth smirked down at Bill. It was a rush how she could totally enthrall this
powerful executive by just taking off her trench coat. As a Succubus, the sight of
her chest could ensnare the minds of men (and at her level of power, women too).
She flexed her power and drew a little of his essence into herself. He could pay
her as much as she wanted, but she wasn't going to stop draining essence. Her time
as an Active Succubus had already gone on far longer than was typical. There were
almost no other girls as old as her who could still drain. She fully expected to
regress to being merely a Succubus before her 19th birthday, so she didn't want
to waste a moment not draining the essence of those around her. That was why she
had chosen such a crowded restaurant for their meeting.

"What did you think?" She asked, a predatory note in her voice.

"I-I-" Bill stammered. He had thought he was prepared, but looking at Elisabeth's
overwhelming beauty he realized that he had not been. Coming here had been a mistake,
he realized.

"Don't leave me in suspense," her voice transitioned from playful to commanding in
an instant, "tell me."

"I want to hire you to be my bodyguard." He said. Elisabeth just cocked an eyebrown
and indicated that he should explain, "One of my colleagues is a Succubus. That's
fine. I know how to deal with that, or I-I thought I did." His eyes darted back down
to her bust, "But she has a niece who is an Active Succubus. She hired her niece,
and now I'm worried that the girl is draining me. She used to be competing with
this other executive for a promotion, but the guy had medical issues like his
essence was drained."

"Oh no!" Elisabeth said without any real concern in her voice. "So let me guess,
you want me to come work for you so that our draining auras cancel out?"
It was widely known that two Active Succubuses in the same place could not both
drain at full strength. The stronger of the two might be able to drain a little
bit.

"Yeah."

"And in exchange you will pay me very handsomely?" Elisabeth asked.

"The contract I-"

"Will have to be renegotiated. I don't work for cheap." She cut him off.
Bill gulped. He had proposed paying her most of his yearly salary.

Elisabeth chewed her lip. She was loath to reduce her efficiency at draining,
but it was a lot of money. A girl with her charm an intelligence would never
have to worry about money, but getting a nest egg this early in her life
could make a lot of things easier. It was also an opportunity to test of a
theory she had been developing. "How busty is the niece?" She asked.

"She wears a 32F." Bill replied.

Elisabeth chuckled, "Good. Barely viable. I'll do it."

"Oh, umm."

"Now, let's talk about money. You're going to triple it." It wasn't a question,
and Bill nodded glumly, already feeling like a sucker.

"Good." The young Succubus smiled and sucked more of his essence into her hungry
boobs. It was subtle, but she could see the lines on his face deepen and she knew
she was getting even more gorgeous even as he seemed to age. The rest of the
restaurant patrons had gotten it even worse. The busty brunette had taken 2-3 years
of life from each of them and added to her already incredible beauty, intelligence,
and strength.

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"Hi Melissa," Bill said, knocking on his colleague's door. "I just wanted to
introduce my new secretary, Elisabeth. Elisabeth, this is Melissa, the CTO."

"It's good to meet you," Elisabeth said in her haughty British accent.

"Likewise," Melissa replied, shooting Bill a venomous look. Elisabeth wore a
tight red turtleneck and black pencil skirt with black pumps, and it was clear
that the tight fitting outfit had let Melissa know just how powerful of a Succubus
she was dealing with.

