White Vampire

by Bridy McAvoy

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  CONTENTS

  Dedication

  White Vampire

  About the Author

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  White Vampire

  By: Bridy McAvoy

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  Copyright © June 2008, Bridy McAvoy

  Cover Art copyright © June 2008, Ash Arceneaux

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  Dedication

  To everyone who helped me write this. Especially my husband who encouraged me to explore my fantasies in print.

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  White Vampire

  It didn't matter what I did, what I thought about, the single thought came back to me over and over again. Like it or not the need was overpowering. I needed to get laid.

  I couldn't concentrate on my work, the other girls in the office had noticed and I was paranoid enough that they were talking about me and giggling about me at lunchtimes.

  I couldn't eat; indeed twice in the last week I'd thrown up straight after lunch. The penny dropped that's what the girls were all thinking; I was pregnant. I laughed to myself—if only they knew the truth.

  Ah well. Thursday night. I might as well get this over with. It was time to go out and get laid.

  As always on these occasions I prepared carefully. Hunting a man in the singles bars wasn't something you could do half-heartedly. Luckily I had some advantages over the other girls.

  Firstly, I ran a nice hot soaking bath and filled it with scented oils and surrounded it with candles. Slipping off the staid sensible office clothes I lowered my dumpy body into the sensuously warm bath. Once fully submerged I closed my eyes and thought about what I wanted tonight. Mentally I went through my going-out wardrobe deciding on the outfit that would provide the necessary pull.

  It wasn't that I wanted to look a little tarty. I wanted the full slut look tonight. The need was so great that I really had to ensure success. I finally decided on the black leather mini skirt with the sheer plain white blouse and the black underwear. I debated on the stockings, thinking about red or black but deliberately chose white. The contrast with the skirt would pull every eye in the room, especially as the skirt wouldn't reach the tops of the stockings leaving a couple of inches of my tanned bare thigh showing in the low lights.

  That decision out of the way I thought about my appearance. Now most girls would be thinking about their makeup here but I have some advantages over them you see. When on the pull I usually found the bright blue eyes worked best. No silly, I don't need electric blue contacts for that; I just change my eye colour. Blonde hair, shoulder length I think and straight, perhaps a little longer. Of course if I were a blonde, then there was only one type I could be.

  I smiled at the thought of the reaction of someone watching me. The tall leggy big breasted blonde who got out of the bath wasn't the same mousy, dumpy short brunette who had got in; but I was. I hadn't been blonde for a while so I felt safe. As I dried myself I looked down. Oops; that had better be natural blonde too I think and perhaps slightly longer. Guys like natural blondes to have more hair there I've found out over the years.

  Not too much makeup, I might want to look like a slut but I didn't intend to get picked up. Well, I did actually but not by the cops. You know what I mean girls? Slut look yes, common streetwalker no. Giving a cop a blow in the back of his wagon was not my idea of getting laid. No not part of my plans at all.

  It didn't take me long to get ready after leaving the wet towel on the floor by the radiator. Tabs, my cat, hissed at me as I passed his favourite sleeping place in the hall, then relaxed as he realised it was me. The way he huffily turned his back and laid down facing the other way told me he knew what I was doing and he disapproved as usual. It's amazing that cats know what humans don't.

  I stepped out into the now dark street and stood for a moment in the suddenly chilly air deciding which way to go. The cool breeze caused an immediate effect and you could see the way my nipples tented out the thin fabric of my ensemble. As the breeze whipped around the hem of my skirt I was quite pleased not to have gone commando tonight like I sometimes did. Even the crotch less set would have left me shivering. What? I can't help it, I feel the cold when the need is upon me.

  There was a nice singles bar a few blocks uptown but I decided the brighter lights downtown was a better idea. This early in the night it wasn't that difficult to hail a cab and as I got in I made sure the driver got an eyeful. Poor guy, his eyes nearly came out of his head. Humm ... that might have been a bit different.

  "Where to, miss?"

  "Broad and Seventh."

  We set off as soon as he had adjusted his mirror. Cheeky bugger. I know damn well his mirror is pointing down now, so he can watch my legs. I'm in the mood so I deliberately cross my legs and flash him. I'm sure during the short journey he only glanced at the road occasionally, the rest of the time spent watching my constantly moving legs.

  For me the end of the journey didn't come soon enough. God I was horny tonight. As for him, I think he'd have switched the meter off and drove around all night. Poor bugger. Still I gave him an extra big flash as I got out, instead of a tip. I think he appreciated it.

  Frances's was a nice upmarket white-collar singles wine bar. It had been a happy hunting ground for me before but not as a blonde. However when I walked in I was disappointed, there were several groups of three or four men but only a couple of guys on their own. Given my disposition group sex wasn't a good idea. I took a place at the bar and noticed the eyes click all around the room as I lifted myself into position on the high bar stool. I'd deliberately chosen a stool with spaces either side rather than sit next to one of the guys. You can frighten them off if you're too forward you know, but then you know that don't you girls. I ordered a nice red Merlot and smiled sweetly at the good looking barman. I hadn't seen him before; he was new. He would do in a pinch but I didn't really want to wait all night. Let's see if something better comes along shall we.

  "Why don't you bring that sweet ass of yours over here girlie; me and my buddies have got a couple of good bottles over there and you'll be sure to have a good time."

  I looked round at the twenty something would be gang-banger who was slurring at me with probably the most pathetic line in pick up chat I'd heard since, I don't know, Tuesday.

  "No thanks, I'm not into groups."

  "Why don't you and me go somewhere quiet then..."

  "No thanks, I'm not into monkeys either."

  "Why you stuck up little..."

  Then the barman was there.

  "Leave the lady alone. She said no."

  "Probably a bloody dike anyway!"

  He made his way back over to his giggling buddies. I mean it's not even seven-thirty and he thinks that he can pull when he's as drunk as that. What's wrong with these guys anyway; think that any girl who says no to their irresistible charm must be a lesbian? Yeah right!

  In the next half an hour three more groups of drunks se
nt one of their number over to try a similar sort of pick up. I pouted when neither of the single men did. Ah well, maybe time to try somewhere else. That's when I saw him come in. Instantly I knew he was the one; he was the one I wanted. As soon as the thought crossed my mind, my body went into overdrive all on its own. My nipples popped up like thimbles. You know the old sewing things women used to have. That's right, girls that big; read em and weep. My pussy flooded and the pheromones hung in the air around me like a perfume. As the only unoccupied girl in the room Mr. Confident made a bee line for the stool next to me.

  "Hi, I'm Phil. What's that you're drinking?"

  I turned and gave him my best innocent looking simpering smile.

  "I'm Lisa” I said, using my real name. “And it's Merlot."

  The barman, bored without much business was pouring it before I'd finished. Mr. Confident Phil ordered a glass of the same and immediately went for the kill. Oops bad choice of words. Sorry.

  "Why don't we move over to one of the booths?” He indicated with his head the booths at the back which were unfortunately close to the monkeys. I wanted to get laid not get in involved in trouble and those guys were just drunk enough to start it.

  "No, they're a bit rowdy back there. Come on, we'll take a table."

  I led him over to a table near the windows at the front of the bar. Here there was less privacy and hence less people around. Besides, I was definitely feeling naughty. A bit of a show wouldn't hurt would it? I swear my pussy actually twitched at the thought.

  We settled at one of the small tables that lined the front wall of the bar. It was quite brightly lit compared to the dimmer booths at the back and there were no tablecloths. They were high, about bar height, so they had stools rather than chairs. I ensured Phil got a good flash when I raised myself onto the stool. Incidentally and also deliberately so did the monkeys at the back who whooped in encouragement.

  As we made small talk of course Mr. Confident thought he was doing the pulling. Yeah right! I was doing the pulling. As the evening progressed and the glasses of wine kept coming I just kept smiling and laughing at his remarks and when necessary batting those beautiful startlingly bright baby blues at him. I suppose the fact that every time he went to the bar another button on my blouse came mysteriously undone didn't hurt matters. In fact after four glasses of that lovely red wine the blouse was undone down to the bra snap in the middle. I much prefer front fasteners when I'm on the pull. So much easier for the poor cack handed saps you know.

  As he came back with the next glasses I could see that he was getting interested in moving on from the way he stared at the ample cleavage on show. One of the monkeys came past on his way to the cigarette machine and his mouth dropped open at the amount of cleavage on show. They'd already seen the legs went on like forever but now he could see a fair part of the boobs too. I couldn't help myself, I'm like a super flirt under these conditions. I let the black patent heel slip off my foot. The one nearest the bar and the group of monkeys. The ping as it hit the floor got everybody's attention. My stocking clad foot lifted across the width of the table and began rubbing on the outside of his leg in full view of anybody who wanted to watch. Hell everybody who wanted to watch, and they all did.

  The poor drunken sap who had gone to the cigarette machine was wondering what everybody was looking at, suddenly realised the focus was under the table and proved himself to be a clever little monkey by dropping his new packet right next to me. As he crouched down to pick them up he was gob-smacked. My pheromones enfolded him and he tented his trousers in double quick time. As he stumbled back to his seat, his friends whooped it up yet again. Meanwhile my foot had reached Phil's knee and was now stretched horizontally across the space between us. I hunkered down to reach higher up his leg and as a result the very short skirt slid up my leg revealing a huge expanse of thigh to the rest of the bar.

  To cries of “Get a Room” I looked him straight in the eyes; which was difficult because his eyes were fixed on my chest.

  "Do you live nearby?"

  "...Yeah ... My flat is a few blocks away."

  "Come on then; before the monkeys decide to intervene."

  We finished our drinks and walked out of the bar arm in arm to yet another chorus of whoops from those ruddy monkeys. He was right; it was literally only three or four blocks to his apartment building followed by a ride in a glass elevator up to the seventh floor. What is it about me; I always pick the lucky numbers. His hand had been up my skirt before the elevator doors had closed and he tilted my head to his for a nice passionate snog.

  What is it with Mr. Confident Phil tonight? He was proceeding to fondle and grope and kiss me into being ready. I didn't need that kind of foreplay, nice though it can be, I simply wanted to fuck!

  The bell chimed and the door opened. He reluctantly let go and taking me by the hand led me across a small hallway whilst fishing his keys out of his pocket. The tent in his trousers made the pocket tight. I made it tighter by running my finger tips across the delightful bulge.

  "Having trouble sugar?"

  He just stammered. I was making Mr. Confident more nervous and less confident. Not the result I wanted. I decided to slow down a little.

  After extracting his keys and unlocking the door he showed me in to his, I have to say, very swanky, bachelor pad. All white walls and chrome fixings. Very naughties if you know what I mean. The big leather couch dominated the centre of the room and I simply sat in the middle of it and waited for him to join me.

  It took him all of a nano-second. Mr. Confident Phil was now Mr. Confident and Eager Phil. He reached out to put his arms round me and leaned in to kiss. The game was beginning and I was getting hot. I mean hot; my body felt like it was on fire.

  As his arms enveloped me I melted into his kiss and wiggled both feet out of my shoes. As the kiss progressed I brought the leg nearest to him up and across his own, inviting him to drop his hand to it. Hey, what man doesn't understand the basic signals? He did just that. His hand felt cool on my stocking clad shin; I was that hot! He began to slide his hand up and as soon as it passed my knee I started mewing like a kitten to encourage him. At the same time I twisted my other leg away giving him obvious and easy access to my crotch.

  As his hand passed the stocking top and slid onto my bare burning flesh his lips left mine and began to nuzzle just below my ear.

  "God, you're hot girl."

  His lips moved teasingly down until he had reached my neck. I continued mewing as his head moved lower and his hand higher. He had reached the top of my thigh only inches from my pussy and I desperately wished him to move onto the target area.

  My own hands, up to now passive, moved up between us and pulled the other buttons on the blouse undone and shrugged it back off my shoulders without breaking his contact. His lips went exactly where I wanted them to, moving in a line across the swell of my breast next to the line of the fabric. His other hand now came across to my cleavage and without a word clicked the front fastener open.

  The suddenly loose fabric sprang apart and his hand completed the job of baring the object of desire complete with rock hard nipple to his gaze. His face brushed the other half free and his lips fastened on the nipple. I was in heaven, my back arched and the mews turned to great sobbing sighs as his fingers finally found the crotch of my soaking wet panties.

  It was now or never. I could contain myself no longer. I pushed him away and stood up. I think he thought I was leaving, and he had somehow offended me. When the blouse hit the floor behind me he knew he hadn't.

  Like any man in that position, he decided to just watch the show. No chance. I was in way too much of a hurry as the bra joined the blouse behind me. My breasts jiggled lewdly as I dragged his hands to the sides of my skirt and indicated it was time to pull it down. Hell, I wasn't going to do all the work was I?

  He surprised me, he pulled the elasticised skirt and my panties down in one long movement and I stepped out of the suddenly useless fabric. His eyes widened and hi
s penis jerked in his trousers when he realised I was a natural blonde.

  Now it was my turn. I stepped closer and began pulling at the buttons on his shirt. I pushed him back on the couch and jerked the shirt roughly open and leaned in and licked his nipples. What is it with some men, they know a woman's nipples deliver sexual pleasure but forget their own can too.

  I reached down and undid the magnetic clasp on his belt and then pulled the zipper all the way down. His tented boxer shorts poked obscenely out of the open fly. Grapping the waist band of both together I treated him to a rougher version of the same treatment he had given me. Luckily the boxers didn't snag and within a few more seconds he was as naked as me. I looked down, this guy was bigger than average, not much but longer and fatter too. The biggest I'd had in a while. This was going to be fun.

  Dropping to my knees between his outspread legs I dropped my face to within an inch or two of the throbbing end of his magnificent dick. Soon I leaned further forwards and enveloped the bulbous end in my very, very hot mouth. He stiffened and his hands entwined themselves into my hair. If he thought he was getting a blow job he was mistaken. That was not what I had in mind at all. Still sucking for a while, I could do that; in fact I liked it.

  Within a couple of minutes his breathing was becoming laboured and indicated he was getting way too close for me. I stopped moving my head up and down, even though his hands kept up the pressure to continue and brought my hand up to the base of his penis and squeezed hard with my finger and thumb. Good technique girls, try it sometime. He sagged back in shock and the pressure of his hands eased. I dropped the end of his dick out of my mouth, looked up at him and whispered.

  "What's the hurry big fella? We've got all night."

  I suddenly realised it was the first thing either of us had said since entering the flat. Now it was my turn. I wasn't interested in him returning the oral compliment; I was already wetter than he knew. I climbed onto his lap and straddled him kissing him hungrily.