I, Succubus Incubus

Nick thought brother Jesse and sister Violet just wanted to get into his pants. What they wanted was to get into his nightmares.

When Nick moves back to new Orleans he meets and lusts after lounge singer, Violet, but she has other things on her mind. Sometime later Nick meets Jesse, who turns out to be Violets twin brother. Nick and Jesse have a brief affair but Nick still hankers after Violet. The final confrontation proves you cannot trust anybody.

Excerpt:

You ever wake up in the morning thinking “What the hell am I still doing here, living in a town that zaps your spirit and sucks the life out of you?” If you do, then you totally get me. There was no reason for me to stay in New York. My acting career was going nowhere and living in the city was too expensive and commuting from Queens was just so damned demoralizing.

I just had to get out, now, today. I admit that I didn’t think it through because if I did, I knew I’d talk myself out of it. I admit to being a lazy fucker. I’m the first to admit that I’m solely responsible for my stalled career. Putting myself on reset seemed to be my only option. I need inspiration, a muse. If I wasn’t finding it here in New York then where? I trusted fate to send me a signal.

I threw my meager belongings into the only piece of luggage I owned, a leather carry-on. Homeless people owned more than I did. I’d been living in jeans and black T’s for over a year now. Deciding to leave New York was not a hard decision to make once I had a few swallows of a half empty can of Red Bull that was sitting on the kitchen table. I made my decision, but even as I closed the door to my one room SRO for the last time, I was still not clear where I was headed.

I’d lived many places in my life that I would have preferred settling down in, had I not been cursed with gypsy feet and the acting bug. Anyway, it was another day and the start of another journey. Once I navigated the madness of the busy New York Port Authority Terminal, I found myself at the ticket desk with no destination in mind. So I asked the counter agent to give me a one way ticket on the next bus out of town. I would leave it to fate.
The next bus was going to New Orleans, my home town. Was this a message from the universe saying to me “Nick, it’s over, go home now?” I didn’t hesitate. I bought the ticket, boarded the bus, and settled in for the long ride home.

I wasn’t in a rush but I was in a hurry (make sense?) so by the time the bus pulled into the Greyhound Bus Station in New Orleans I had a game plan in mind. Years ago I found out through the alumni newsletter than my old college roommate had done well in starting up a successful enterprise. I looked him up, because we had been more than roommates in college. As a matter of fact Marcus Daniels had been my first gay-curious adventure. We had experimented more than once but I felt I needed to put a stop to it when it seemed Marcus was past the experimental stage and he got fixated on me.

Marcus got me this really cool gig as a bartender in the Maxim’s Casino. It had hotel rooms, a classy restaurant, and a piano bar. I tended bar in the piano lounge. It was locally famous as a classy establishment that catered to classy people. Everybody there was either rich or famous.

My life was changing. I was getting my mojo back and I even started taking acting classes again. I started sending out my head shots and resumes for anything that would get me a job in front of a camera. My acting class was starting to put together a workshop production of ‘CAT ON A HOT TIN ROOF’ by Tennessee Williams. I knew I would make a great ‘Brick' and began campaigning for the role.

Then one day… this incredible female glided into the rehearsal hall. She looked like a 40’s movie star all dolled up in a white blouse that highlighted her impossibly pointed breasts and a beige vintage skirt that zipped up the side. She must have been trying for the girl next door look when she pulled her ash brown hair into a tight shoulder length pony tail. Her pouty red lips, sharp cheekbones, and alabaster complexion made her appear as the ageless beauty she must have been.

And then there were those eyes. Aquamarine, like the color you’ve never seen before. She must have spent all of her life cashing in on that currency. Hell yeah I noticed her. Every dude in the room noticed her. Did she notice us noticing her? You better believe she did.