The Case of the Toxic Spell Dump

Actually, that's not quite true. Some of them were incubi, and some of them - well, I'm not quite certain whose fancy some of them catered to, but whosever it was, I'm sure they met it.

As for me, I barely noticed those others. I was busy watching the succubi. I couldn't help myself. Some of the pictures up on losefs wall were pretty spectacular, but pictures don't begin to convey the essence of what succubi are all about. When you see them in the quasi-flesh, you can't help but think they're the creatures men were really designed to mate with; they make women look like clumsy makeshifts.

Phyllis Kaminsky, bless her heart, was down there arguing with some of them, trying to convince (hem to give up and go away. Phyllis is a nice-looking gal, several years younger than I am and in better shape, too. The company she was keeping made her seem a poorly jointed wooden puppet turned out on a lathe by somebody who didn't know how to run a lathe very well.

One little devil with a blue dress on happened to catch my eye. The promise on her face, the way she ran an impossibly moist tongue over unbelievably sweet, unbelievably red lips, the sinuousness (and you can turn that into a pun or not, just as you please - it works either way) of her hip action - put 'em all together and it's a minor miracle I didn't run into the carpet in front of me.

One of the reasons I didn't was that the gal flying that carpet wasn't exactly where she was supposed to be, either: instead of keeping her eye on the carpet in front of her, she'd been gaping at an incubus who was taller, darker, and handsomer than he had any business being.

When you think about it, you shouldn't be surprised our sexual demons are so strong. They've been evolving right along with us for as long as we've been human, proof of which is how strongly they manifest themselves on This Side.

They're used to coming Across; they've been doing it for millions of years. (You have a dirty mind, do you know that? Filtering out all the double entendres that come naturally [you see, there you go again] when discussing succubi is more trouble than it's worth.) Unlike the Medvamp protesters, the succubi and incubi didn't cany signs or chant slogans. They just paraded, they were their own best message.

By then I'd got dose enough to hear Phyllis as well as see her. She was saying, "-but the existence you lead degrades both you and mankind. Don't you see that sexual exploitation is wrong and damaging to the soul?"

"If this were a Muslim country, we'd be honored, not hunted," a succubus retorted. Though irate herself, she made PhyUis sound shriD and screechy by comparison: her voice brought to the ear the taste of Erse Creme liqueur. She went on, "We have no souls to worry about; we exist for pleasure. And since you humans endlessly prate about free will, surely you'll admit you can choose us or avoid us as you see fit."

PhyUis had been over that ground before. She said, "Tart of your attraction comes from the Other Side, so it distorts free will. Besides, humans of unsavory sorts carry on their sordid affairs in areas you frequent because they know they'll find a lot of customers there. You don't just haunt neighborhoods - you blight them."

The succubus' shrug was magnificent. This is your problem, not ours. We get we want from humans; they get what they want from us. We find it an equitable arrangement."

As I finally flew into the parking lot, Phyllis lost her temper and started shouting at the succubus. It's always a mistake to let Powers, even minor ones, get your goat. They have more patience than people anyhow; what with their far longer terms of being, they can afford it.

Besides, here I feared PhyUis was fighting a losing game.

The succubus' knowledge of biology was empirical and extremely specialized, but she had a point: her kind and mankind were essentiaUy symbiotes, and nobody was likely to make either turn loose of the other. If that hadn't happened all through recorded history, it wasn't likely to start in modem Angels City.

But Phyllis had a point, too. Because the people in our society who go to succubi and incubi are generaUy out for a cheap thrill, they're often the people who go after other thrills. Find a neighborhood with succubi on the streetoorners and you'H generally find it's not the kind of place where you'd want to bring up your lads if you had a choice. Keeping sexual demons of any flavor off the streets makes pretty fair sense to me.

I parked my carpet, got off, and went over to see if Phyllis wanted a hand from me. As I was walking up to her that succubus in blue gave me the eye again. My breath went short. I couldn't help ifc succubi have been perfecting the art of seduction probably since the days of the man-apes. Natural selection works on the Other Side no less than on this one - Powers that aren't adored perish, and others take their place.

If my reaction meant anything, that particular succubus would stay around forever.