by M. Cheykota
Chapter 12
Five years later…
Blixen has become one of my favorite hangouts since I stumbled into her bar years ago running from Jalik. The food is decent, the club is smaller than the other clubs nearby, but the new spacious floor plan does not make me feel claustrophobic. The cashier is off to the right, just inside the door. Blixen recently added a tall reception desk enclosed by safety glass that the cashier can sit behind and not worry as much about her safety. There is a small area in front of the reception desk for security to check people for weapons. Blixen has even added small shoebox sized lockers for people to rent while they are inside the club. After the reception area, the double doors that separate the club from the reception area remain closed until security allows the person entry.
Once inside, tall, round bar tables fill most of the main or upper floor of the club. The entire club is dark and slightly musky from so many bodies crammed together. The upper floor is most popular for voyeurs looking to catch a show on the dance floor but want to stay uninvolved. There is a bar at the back of the upper floor so the voyeurs don’t have to go downstairs to refill their drinks.
A wide staircase goes down to the lower level. When I first came into the bar years ago, there was only one floor. Blixen closed the place down and renovated everything.
I will be first to admit the new layout is much better and caters to more people.
At the foot of the stairs, the railing prevents people from spilling their drinks directly on to the huge dance floor that dominates most of the lower level. Only underneath the upper level can someone find a table or one of the limited plush booths nestled against the walls. Blixen recently created a VIP section for those who want to reserve tables, but seating is very limited and very expensive.
Near the back of the lower level on the left side, opposite of the VIP area on the right side, is the bar. There is a guarded stairway between the bar and the VIP section. These stairs lead to the specialty rooms Blixen added upstairs in the back during the renovation a few years ago. The laws in Arizona are a little more lax in regards to what can and can’t happen at a nightclub. For a large monthly fee, Blixen members can have access to the upstairs fantasy rooms for encounters in which they would like a little more privacy. Each of the five fantasy rooms has a unique purpose.
The voyeur room has large windows on every wall for people to stand, or sit on stools, and watch the action inside the room. The room itself is simple. There is a king-sized bed in the middle of the room along with a couple of chairs and a sturdy table. There are also a couple of small tables near the bed to hold bowls of assorted condoms. The room could be anyone’s bedroom at home.
The orgy room has an orgy size circular bed in the middle of the room. The back wall is a mirror so anyone inside the room can see anything happening anywhere else in the room. There are no doors for the orgy room. Anyone entering that room understands that it is open sex, meaning anyone can have sex with anyone. People who come to this room are usually courteous about people who are not into same-sex sexual activity though. Again, condoms litter the room over multiple surfaces. This room is popular with Weres closer to the full moon when their sexual activity is the highest.
The mirror room is a room exactly as it sounds. The walls and ceiling are mirrors. Candles sparkle throughout the room on mirrored surfaces to dance off all the reflective surfaces around the room. The king size bed has satin sheets and fluffy pillows to create more of a romantic feeling. Condoms hide in multiple mirrored objects around the room.
The black room is for the people who enjoy pain and/or blood with their sex. Dominance toys line three walls. Instead of a bed, swings and chains hang from the ceiling. Adjustable cuffs hang from the final wall. The room is often dark with only a dim light for seeing. The tables hold an assortment of condoms. Security searches everyone after leaving this room for concealed weapons.
The vanilla room is similar to the voyeur room without the windows. The far wall has a long mirror to allow the occupants to see everything if they turn their head towards the mirror. The design is simpler than the other rooms. The bed is in the middle of the room covered with an abundance of pillows of every size. Two nightstands holding bowls of condoms flank the bed. There is a couch against the wall near the foot of the bed. Near the head of the bed, there is another doorway, leading to a large bathroom with a Jacuzzi style tub and a large glass shower. The countertop is wide, black marble with dual sinks near each end. Bowls of condoms are on the sink, near the tub and just outside the shower stall.
Blixen has every room cleaned and sanitized after every use. Everything from ceiling to floors, beds and equipment are changed or cleaned thoroughly. Sometimes, if someone shifts during sex, Blixen will have to change out the mattresses or furniture if someone damages them beyond repair. Although vampires, Weres, and shape-shifters can’t catch diseases, humans occasionally visit the rooms so cleanliness is mandatory.
Blixen caters to all types, human or not. If a human sees something they should not have witnessed, someone grabs a vampire bodyguard. He will modify their memory and send them on their way. The club has some regulars, like me, but mostly the club caters to humans with exotic tastes. Vampires, Weres, witches, Shape-shifters, Fey, and other types of beings I have learned exist come here to unwind. Humans are not aware of our existence so a club catering to our kind is desirable and a well-guarded secret. Humans who are looking for a wild time or people that have a crazy fetish, but will not tell our secrets, often come to Blixen. As one would guess, a lot of politicians and rich men frequent this club, which is another reason why I am a regular.
Hey, I have an expensive shopping habit I need to maintain. If the men want to part with their money so I will hang on their arms and be their escort at the club, what kind of woman would I be to refuse it?
In addition, the owner of the club, Blixen, does not mind if we hustle there, as long as there are no drugs involved and we don’t kill anyone in the club. ‘Bad for business’ Blixen says.
Blixen may not look very dangerous in her 4’11” human form with a pixie like face, short blonde hair, and curvy figure, but I have seen how vicious she can be. She once shredded a Werelion with her tiger claws then hung his dick from the ceiling as if it was a disco ball, just for patting her on the ass when she was in a bad mood. No one has tried to pat her on her ass since.
Tonight, I am here to meet one of only two people I can consider a friend, even though we have a business arrangement together. Tyler, my good friend and the only human I trust, is meeting me here at the club to bring me my weekly allotment of blood from the blood bank where he works.
Tyler and I have still been drawing pints of my own blood once or twice a week since we met and store the pints in the large basement warehouse I have created under my house. Tyler does not know where I store my blood. He is only aware that I store it somewhere.
Tyler has been trying to find a way to sell pints of my blood anonymously on the Black Market for years to people desperate for cures to diseases and willing to pay for it, unfortunately, without success.
I look at my watch. It is 6:30pm.
Where is he?
I am just about to get up from the bar to call him when he walks in the front door. I wave him over to me and he joins me at the bar.
“What took you so long?” I bark out at him.
“Easy now, it took a little longer for me to get the blood out of there this time. More security since the blood business is doing so well. It is getting harder to get the blood out of the building with all the checks and balances. I think I might have to introduce you to someone else at a different blood bank.”
I stare at him, carefully watching his body movements, hoping this is a joke.
Since Tyler knows me so well, he knows what I am thinking. “This is not a joke. I had to get a supervisor’s signature to get this blood out of the building. The only reason they did not give me a harder time is because I have so many referrals and they
trust me. The bad thing about it is the paper trail. I can only do so much without them becoming suspicious Jess, so stop looking at me like that.”
“Do you think paying the supervisor to keep his mouth shut will help?” I offer willingly.
“I don’t know.” He responds honestly. “It could work or backfire on us. I don’t think we should chance it until I know for sure. I left a message with one of my associates at Clearwater Blood Bank to give me a call. I will meet up with him and see if we can work something out with him first. I would like you to be there so you can do your vampire mojo on him if he does not want to get involved. I am confident he will be interested in the money since he has been complaining that he is strapped for cash lately. If we can’t work something out by then, surely you can feed off willing donors for a couple of days, can’t you?”
“It’s easy for you to suggest that I feed off donors. You don’t understand what it’s like.” I whine.
“Come on Jess. I am doing what I can. Just give me a few days to work something else out, okay?” Tyler responds encouragingly.
“Okay. Let me know when you want to meet up with your friend. Hopefully I won’t be stuck on a job or something.” I stop my complaints while taking the cooler of blood from him. “Thanks for the blood by the way.”
“No problem.”
“Wanna drink? It’ll be my treat.” I offer in hope that a drink will make up for my whining.
“No thanks. I have to go. I got a date with that brunette from Finance I was telling you about.” He beams with pride.
“Well, good luck on your date.”
His grin turns mischievous. “Maybe you should try finding someone Jess. There’s got to be someone crazy enough to give you a try.”
“Ha, Ha! Aren’t you the funny guy?”
“Really Jess.” His expression turns solemn. “When was the last time you went out on a real date, meaning one that was not financially driven?”
“I prefer my dates to be financially well off and willing to support my habitual shopping.”
Tyler laughs. “Alright then. If you change your mind, I’m sure I can find a guy that may be brave enough to take you on.”
“No thanks. I am so not into blind dates. In addition, I have seen your taste.” I shiver mockingly. “No offense, but I can find my own dates.”
Tyler rolls his eyes at my teasing. “Well, I have to go. I don’t want to be late. See you later Jess.”
“Later.” I call out to him as he leaves.
I wave Mack over, smiling flirtatiously. “Hey Mack, can you put this on ice for me? I’ll get it later.”
“No problem Jess. Just let me know when you are ready to leave.”
“Thanks.”
He takes the cooler and calls back to me while walking towards the large freezer behind the bar. “You hustlin’ or playin’ tonight?”
I smile deviously. “Why do you ask?”
“Cuz if you’re hustlin’, you might wanna be a little careful. I heard some big shot politician is gonna be coming in tonight so there’s supposed to be a lot of cops millin’ around.”
“Thanks for the info Mack. Guess that means I’ll be playing tonight then.” A cheeky grin covers my face.
“Want another drink?” He offers, looking at the empty glass on the bar in front of me.
“Absolutely! It may be a long night.”
Mack makes me another drink and I leave him a tip on the bar.
Chapter 13
I sip on my drink as I watch the club fill up with beings of all types. It is getting closer to the full moon, so when that happens, the clubs fill up pretty fast with Weres looking for a good time. It is like a once a month party that everyone is invited to. The day before and the day after the full moon, Blixen is usually full to capacity with a line to get in. On those two days every month, Blixen only opens the club to non-humans only. Weres can get somewhat rowdy, lose control or shift when it is close to the full moon. So for their safety and our secrecy, humans are turned away at the door by a vampire only remembering good times and the desire to return another day.
Everyone believes and treats me like a vampire so I rarely have problems convincing people I am just that. My looks have changed slightly over the years since I first started coming to Blixen when I was about 19. I explain the slight changes by stating I’ve had work done to my body to make me look older. Since this is common among younger vampires, no one questions my slight changes in appearance.
When I am in the club to party, I usually pick a club name. When I am hustling, trying to get a rich man to part with some of their money for a chance to have me on their arms for the evening, I usually go by Jessica because it is such a typically ‘airhead’ name. In addition, if someone is looking for me, it is easier for the bartender or bouncers to know the name of the woman the man is asking for.
Searching the room for some of the other regulars, I find Sasha and Lainie on the dance floor chatting it up with a couple of wolves.
Sasha is a six foot, pale, voluptuous vampire. She’s a natural redhead with moss green eyes and collagen filled lips. She is also very popular with the politicians that come in looking for someone exotic to hang on their arm. Into pain and bondage, if she is not hanging off some politician’s arm, she is usually hanging from chains in the black room upstairs.
Lainie is a werewolf, at least half a foot shorter than Sasha’s towering height. Her medium brown hair and hazel brown eyes is popular with the Weres and Shape-shifters. Most of her physical features are average, but her personality and skill at flirting makes her one of the most popular of the regulars.
A few minutes later, I make eye contact with Adam, a.k.a. Adonis. He’s a 6’4”, blonde Shape-shifter with a body of a god. Women schedule time to hang on his arm weeks in advance. By far, he is the most popular of the four regulars here tonight. He catches my gaze and winks at me.
I smile and wink back at him, keeping my distance. With as many women hanging all over him, I don’t bother trying to talk to him while he’s hustling. The women only get more jealous if they see him paying attention to another woman.
After I finish my drink, I make my way back to the bar. As I am waiting for Mack to finish making my drink, I feel a powerful wash of energy roll up and down my spine, creating tiny electrical sparks that make the hair on my neck stand on end. I put a lustful smile and turn around to see Samuel, the local Alpha werewolf, standing directly in front of me with a grin on his face from ear to ear.
“Samuel.” I say seductively.
Samuel is 6’3” tall with muscles in all the right places. He has a European face but his eyes and accent makes me think of places more exotic like Spain or Portugal.
This is definitely a big, bad wolf I would not mind letting eat me.
He wraps those long arms around my body, nearly swallowing my size 6, 5’8” body as he presses his lips forcefully to mine, smashing my large breasts against his chiseled chest. I respond to his kiss with equal enthusiasm while my hands make their way up his rock hard body to settle around his neck.
“Hello Jess.” He says which sounds more like “ello yes.”
Who cares if I can barely understand him? When a body looks that good in front of me, talking is the last thing on my mind.
Samuel is the type of werewolf everyone wants to sleep with or even date, but no respectable woman would take him home to meet her parents.
I guess there is another advantage to being alone. No one can complain about who I am with, why I am with him or complain about what we are doing.
Samuel pulls me towards the dance floor and I let him. We start dancing to the beat of the music. Everyone else seems to melt away. It is as if we have the dance floor to ourselves. He pulls me flush against him and I can feel his readiness against my stomach. My hands glide up his sculptured arms then down his tight chest. My leather micro skirt starts to ride up my thighs and bunch around my waist, exposing my expensive black lace g-string panties to everyone around us on the da
nce floor. Samuel’s strong hands slide down my waist to my thighs and he cups my buttocks, squeezing them and pushing me even closer to his hard erection.
After several longer, more passionate kisses later, his mouth moves to my ear and he whispers to me. “Want to go upstairs?”
I nod my approval to his suggestion and he releases me from his tight grip. I pull down and straighten my skirt, which was around my waist, and follow him to the back of the club.
Once there, he speaks to Link, the vampire currently in charge of the private rooms, and receives a key.
Samuel guides me to the last room on the right at the end of the hallway, the vanilla room. He inserts the key, unlocks the door and ushers me inside. He locks the door as I take a quick inventory of the room.
A mirror covers the full length of the opposite wall. There is a king size bed in the middle of the room and a small couch off the side. Two end tables with bowls full of condoms complete the furniture in the room.
Samuel removes the button down shirt he is wearing and lays it gently on the couch. He unbuttons his pants before finally pulling me into his arms for a breathtaking kiss. He works at the buttons on my blouse as he kisses down my neck, sending goose bumps down my spine. He shimmies me out of my blouse expertly and lowers me to the bed. He raises my micro skirt again to my waist exposing the expensive matching bra and panty set. His tongue starts its way down my body, starting at my ear. He works his way down my neck and chest until he reaches the top of my bra.
