Succubus - Part 2

Next day Mary's at the altar, still in that white dress, bouncing on her heels like a jackrabbit with a hard-on. Michael's AWOL and Pastor Tommy's rolling out the same line he feeds every runaway groom story, whatever good that bullshit does. Mary's not buying it—her guy doesn't ghost—so she bolts to track him down. She hits the strip club first, peppering dancers for dirt. Nada. Upfront Aubrey confirms she gave him a private dance, then clams up. That sets Mary off. Bouncer gives her the heave. What she doesn't know? Michael's lashed up in the back room, yelling for her and getting nothing but echoes. Aubrey strolls in, Joanna Angel two steps behind. One glance and Joanna's razor smile stretches wide: "finish him, clean it up." Door clicks. Michael stares at the gnarly mark burned onto his hand and Aubrey giggles like it's prom night all over again. Out front Joanna baits two front-row wallowers—Paul, Max—onto the stage like waving meat at starving wolves. Girlfriend's wet and wolfing hungry, and the menu just walked itself straight into her mouth.