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careful few steps back while they’re stripping, using the noise of their shuffling around to press myself against the wall of cornstalks in case they’re serious about the dancing.
    I’m soon glad I did.
    At first, the girls stand around carefully not making eye contact, except for Shar and Jodi. Both are sizing up the other women wolfishly, although soon they’re mostly eyeing up one another. After everyone’s gotten a chance to get slightly more comfortable being naked, Jodi gives a delighted little clap.
    “We’re all so beautiful! Let’s dance. Take my hands; we’ll dance in a circle.”
    Jodi grabs Shar’s and Ana’s free hands, and with a little urging is able to get Ana to start stepping to the left. There’s a lot of giggling as the girls start moving, and much tripping over cornstalks. The noise grows more frenetic as the girls increase their pace till they’re whirling, naked, in the cornfield.
    The faster they go, the more they laugh, and soon Jodi leads them forward and backward in swoops, all the while keeping them moving counterclockwise. I can’t help but smile. The girls do look beautiful and happy, both sets of cheeks deliciously pink in the chill air.
    Indeed, Jodi’s little show is a pleasure to watch, which only makes me wonder who it’s really for.
    From under my camo, I spread out my magical feelers under my dense camouflage, but I get absolutely nothing.
    The girls are dancing like crazy now, hollering and whooping and laughing. Jodi’s gentle forward and backward swoops have turned into them all rushing toward one another, their hands joined in a circle, then rushing back.
    I wait for the inevitable, and then it happens. Jodi “trips,” sending her flying into Shar. The two women grapple, trying to stay upright. Then they grapple , trying to get each other not so upright.
    Ana and Jenny stop, eyes wide, watching Shar and Jodi kissing. It’s Ana who moves first, toward the two girls making out. Jodi’s obviously watching to see the other girls’ reactions, because as soon as Ana steps forward, Jodi throws out her hand.
    Soon enough, all four are writhing on a blanket Jodi’s pulled out of the backpack she’d left propped up against a stalk of corn. Knowing I won’t be heard over the sounds they’re making, I settle myself down on the ground.
    I shut my eyes, giving the girls as much privacy as I can, as I carefully scan for power signatures. I’m so involved trying to figure out if there’s anything hiding in all that dead space that I nearly jump out of my skin when Moo says over my earpiece, “Would you mind turning your head just a little bit?”
    For a second I wonder if she’s sensed something. Then I realize I’ve been sitting with our camera panned directly on the mini-orgy before me.
    “Thanks,” Moo whispers. Then we wait for Shar to finish. And then finish everyone else.
    I marvel at the number of times I’ve found myself in this same situation, and I wonder how different a show like Charlie’s Angels would have been if they’d had their own succubus. After all, there’s nothing like a succubus to take one (or more) for the team.
    Eventually the girls are up and dressed, looking breathless and wrung out. Only Shar looks rested and refreshed, having gotten enough essence from her little session to power her for the next week.
    The girls say good-bye, lingeringly and slightly embarrassed. Jodi pays close attention to Shar; I think our succubus made quite the impression.
    The girls follow Jodi out of the cornfield, and I trail along afterward. I think I see a flash of something gray from the corner of my shield, but when I open up a camoed probe, I feel nothing—nothing supernatural or human or even animal. The cornfield’s dead, but my imagination must be nice and active.
    The girls all go their separate ways at the edge of the cornfield, the other three heading in the direction of the school. It’s the opposite direction from where Shar is heading, but I