“It is magnétisme animal. Is natural we attract the prey. We are predators.” She stared unblinking, drawing him in with her entrancing vivid green eyes. He felt her looking down into his soul. She owned him with nothing more than her gaze. She broke the eye contact, yet again leaving him with a feeling of child-like inadequacy.
She spoke reassuringly, “You will see tonight. Women will come to you all the time. They are easy prey.” She spoke as though it was a normal, everyday thing to hunt people, like animals in the wild.
“When feeding, there is a chemical, une médicament puissant. Is like strong drugs.” She opened her mouth inhumanly wide. Her jaw unhinged, a beast that would swallow him whole. She pointed at her elongated canines tapering to razor sharp little points. He took a step back out of her reach, fear and morbid fascination dueling to keep him in place.
“You mean like the venom of a snake?” He managed to sputter.
She snapped her mouth shut as if it had never happened. “Exactement. This médicament heals the bite marks. They do not bleed when we finish.” She expanded further, “And the bite gives much pleasure.”
She stepped towards him, recovering the lost distance. She wrapped her hands around his face and purred, “Prolonged bites will bring them fast.” She shook her closed fist in the air as though jacking him off, smirking all the while. “Is too easy.” She winked.
“But you must remember, never feed more than a minute. Absolutely never more than two minutes. People cannot manage excessive feedings. Is very dangerous. You must take care, until you learn control.”
He nodded acceptance, but didn’t have a clue how he’d stop once he started. Her words invoked a wicked hunger. He wanted to snatch up her wrist and sink his teeth in again. He wanted to feed now, not in ten minutes, not for just one minute, and not in the hours they would waste cruising around town. He wanted it right this second! He wanted to drain someone dry of every last drop, and then tear into their flesh and squeeze it for more.
“Come, I will show you everything. Watch, listen, and learn, oui?” She smiled, disarming his apprehensions. She made it difficult to think of anything beyond her angelic face inches from him, holding his head in her hands.
As the idea sunk in that they were actually planning to go out on the town to feed, Aaron suddenly remembered his job at Bemichis. “Oh shit, I’ve gotta be at work tonight, I’m late. I’m scheduled to work all week. Bemichi is gonna kill me!” Panic struck hard. He couldn’t imagine how to reconcile all she had told him with his former life. He tried to step away from her, to make for the door. She halted him with her hands securely clamped on his head and a command snapped out in his face.
“Stop!”
That’s exactly what he did. Stop. Right there in her hands, frozen solid. Panic tore through his chest with an explosion of adrenaline. He wanted to move, to run, to do something other than stand there, but his body wouldn’t obey. She had seized him dead in his tracks. His eyes could move, swirl around back and forth, side to side, up and down, but his body wouldn’t do a damn thing. It was like being cast in concrete. He simply couldn’t move, but he could talk.
“Please let me go. Please. I promise I won’t do anything if you just let me go.” He was heading over the edge of the abyss, staring into the bottomless well of madness. All reasoning processes washed away in the flush of panic.
“Silence!” she ordered him again, robbing him of the very last aspect of his free will, the power of speech. “You have been unconscious through the change. Four nights past since the incident with the police. You have been dead to the world all this time.” She gradually released the iron grip of her will over his body. The chains of her constrictive will lifted from all around him. She let go of his face and took a step back. He knew she waited to see if he would lose it or accept the unpleasant reality of her domination.
He mumbled quietly, “Thank you.”
He feared she might use her force of compulsion again. Life on eggshells. He had a heightened awareness of the slightest nuance of her displeasure that might cause a loss of his freedom of movement.
Watching him warily, she spoke in her weird, enigmatic way, “The world you once knew is no more for you.” It was so true. The freedom he once knew was gone. He had begun to learn there were very finite limits to Michelle’s patience. He took in the lesson and nodded his head silently.
Michelle put her arm through his and walked him to the door of the bedroom, keeping him close at hand. He stood gawking as she pulled off her nightie and slipped into a dress right in front of him. She didn’t need to command him to stay, or stop or whatever. She held his rapt attention with her perfectly sculpted body.
Heedless of her nudity, she gave him another tidbit of advice. “Don’t concern yourself with anything else. Focus on the task at hand. Focus on what I say.” He nodded like an idiot, barely hearing her words while she squirmed her Victoria’s Secret body into designer clothing worth more than his entire wardrobe.
Michelle had changed into a shiny silver, sleeveless dress, the loose fabric bunched at her hips, continuing a few more inches down as a skin-tight skirt barely covering the bottom curve of her ass. Braless, her nipples perked up, clearly visible through the almost sheer material. The effect was stunning. He would gladly do anything she asked.
In the elevator, her arm entwined around his, Michelle gave him that same sly smile, silently hinting at pleasures yet to come. Despite all the negative associations she represented in his life, he buzzed with anticipation and arousal.
As they left the apartment building, he noted the 90’s décor, upscale for its time, now outdated. She had some money, but not too much. Definitely not Park Avenue. Despite the need for upgrades, her place was a huge step up from the telephone booth apartment he shared with Kyle. Much roomier and classier than anything he could afford. He guessed Michelle’s one bedroom suite cost her over two thousand a month.
In the taxi––making their way out into the New York nightlife––he spoke in hushed tones. “Michelle, I don’t want to hurt people. Will they die from the feeding? Is it violent? Painful? What if I can’t stop? What if I kill someone by accident?” She cupped his face in her hands giving him a radiant smile. He completely forgot about all his concerns. Her powerful physical presence, so close and intimate, wiped his mind of all else.
“That is so sweet. Très mignon. Listen, and do not worry. I am not a murderer. We drink only a small sip. Un apéritif, oui? Is like shots of whiskey. Not necessary to hurt anyone. Actually, they enjoy this very much. You will see. I promise. D’accord?”
He nodded and breathed a sigh of relief. His tensions flowed out through her magical fingertips.
CHAPTER 5
They stood outside a seedy strip club, the likes of which hadn’t appeared in the A-lists for decades. As the taxi left then at the curb, Aaron’s anxiety returned. The neon sign out front snapped and crackled electric sex into the darkness of the surrounding night with a flashing declaration, “Girls, Girls, Girls.” Felt like walking onto the film set of a bad 80’s rock music video.
His low opinion of the place dropped several more notches upon entering. The smoky interior was covered in dark red upholstery and carpet, and populated with shifty-looking men stealing furtive glances in their direction. The kind of place you never wanted anyone you knew to catch you coming or going. He sensed relief from those who looked in his direction when they didn’t recognize him. He sympathized with them. He felt the same relief for not having recognized anyone.
There were several scantily-clad girls slinking around eyeing him and Michelle for prospective targets. The rest of the girls were sitting with men in various states of undress. The girl dancing on the raised platform in the center of the room undulated with the pole sliding up and down between her thighs in an imitation of sex. Her generous, naked breasts jiggled and bounced with each shift of direction.
Aaron was gradually buried in the crush of psychic waves of thoughts crashing over him from
those in the room. The most prominent emotions were lust, desire, longing, and from the girls a lot of indifference and greed. A moan of confusion escaped his lips. Michelle gripped his arm tightly, maintaining a hold on him both physically and psychically. He felt the chains of her compulsive will power tightening around him.
She hissed in his ear, “Block it out!” With her compulsive prompt, a neat little bubble of silence slammed in place, effectively cutting off the bombardment of psychic noise. He realized she had forced him to cease scanning the surrounding people. He could have done it without her help. All he need do was quit reaching out. His own curiosity had triggered the barrage.
Once his internal storm quieted he noticed Michelle whispering to the doorman, who turned and led them to an alcove with several curtained areas. As they stood waiting, the doorman brought over a golden-skinned athletic girl. She had short, butch cut bleach-blond hair and wore only dental-floss thong bikini. Her booby tassels barely covering the tips of her nipples left nothing to the imagination. They followed her into one of the curtained booths and she closed the drapes behind them. Aaron reached out tentatively to the Butch’s mind, trying to maintain a grip on his senses, trying to focus on her alone. It worked for the most part. He could hear her thoughts and the man in a nearby booth, but he wasn’t swamped out by everyone in the building.
With his scanning somewhat under control, he delved straight into Butch’s mind, rummaging around. She only had eyes for Michelle. Aaron might as well have been a shadow on the wall as far as Butch was concerned. She had a serious itch to get intimate with Michelle. She wasn’t one of those bisexual girls who played with women at parties or stole kisses from their girlfriends. Butch was a full-on lesbian. She only stripped for men for the money. She had no attraction to men at all. She easily avoided men’s advances, pushing their hands away––sometimes swatting them away. The whole transaction was strictly business.
Butch finally turned her fake, I-think-you’re-so-sexy smile towards him, but her thoughts centered on Michelle.
“Are you looking for a two on one?” Butch asked with a raised eyebrow. She hoped not. She wanted Michelle all to herself. It was a rare treat when a woman as beautiful as Michelle visited a dive like this.
Michelle reassured her, “Non, just me.” Butch smiled genuinely as she moved towards Michelle. She planned to have some real fun on this one, maybe even break the cardinal rule, no sex.
The girls sat down together on the semicircular seating. Butch locked eyes with Michelle, never looking away. She began to dance for her, moving to the rhythm of the music that pervaded the entire club. Within a moment she had climbed onto Michelle’s lap, swaying and grinding her hips, her legs spread-eagle. She stroked her fingertips over Michelle’s nipples, smiling as they perked and hardened with her touch––okay to touch them, but they can’t touch back. He sat down on the seat a couple feet away from the show, his eyes glued to the girls. Definitely the most erotic thing he’d ever witnessed. He was already rock hard in his pants, and the action hadn’t started.
Michelle maintained eye contact with Butch the entire time, inviting her in with an unmistakable come-hither look. One of those Come into my parlor, said the spider to the fly kinda moments. Michelle seduced the seducer. The girl didn’t have a clue she was sitting in the lap of a predator.
Michelle leaned forward whispering to the girl with a hypnotic suggestion, “Come closer.” Butch leaned in, and Michelle struck swift and hard, biting her neck with a soft, wet, sucking sound. As Michelle clutched the girl to her, arm locked around the back of her neck, Butch began grinding hard and fast against Michelle’s lap. Butch breathed in desperate gasps and hit two quick, heaving spasms. Grinding and humping atop Michelle’s lap, she cried out, “Oh my God! Oh, oh God. Yes!”
Michelle released her bite as the girl slumped against her chest, panting heavily. It took Butch a moment to regain her composure, and then she stood up on shaky legs and stepped away from Michelle’s lap with a shy, embarrassed grin. Michelle stood up face to face with her, maintaining that freaky, unblinking gaze, and handed her a couple twenties. “That will be all for now. Send another girl for him.”
Michelle gestured towards Aaron, who Butch had literally forgotten was there. Butch was sorely disappointed to be dismissed so quickly. She wasn’t used to being treated that way by the usual club crowd. She found it humbling to be on the receiving end of this kind of callousness.
As soon as Butch left the curtained booth Michelle explained, “Is all eye contact. Do not break eye contact. Hold her with your eyes and tell her what you want. She will be yours. Do exactly as I did. Release the bite after one minute. The girls come very close here. Is very easy.”
Next entered a cute, brown-haired, brown-eyed girl, with a sweet, shy smile. She looked really young, younger than Aaron. Michelle gestured in his direction and the girl asked, “What do you have in mind?”
“A lap dance.” He tried not to smile like an idiot at the girl.
She took off her robe setting it to the side. “My name is Lisa.”
She wore nothing but one of those dental-floss bikinis, same as the previous girl. Her body was soft and curvy without the athletic, hard edge of the Butch that danced for Michelle. In truth she looked barely of age.
Lisa moved slowly and sensually to the music, sliding up into his lap. He held her gaze as she mounted him. His erection punched up the crotch of his pants, pitching a tent. Lisa began rubbing her breasts up his chest while curving her warm, wet center, back and forth over his raised pants, giving a constant massage to the tip of his engorged cock. He read her sincere desire to screw him silly right there, rules be damned. She was completely enthralled, and all he’d done was stare at her.
As she dry-humped him with a wonderfully agonizing pelvic grind, she slid into biting distance. His senses heightened with arousal. Lisa’s pulse beat throughout her body with a fluttering at her throat just under the skin. He felt an itch coming from his fangs. They were fully exposed and needed to sink into this girl. He so wanted to take a chunk out of her.
Michelle gave a slight nod he perceived as the signal, and he lashed out to bite down on that beautiful, little pounding pulse point. It seemed the most natural thing in the world–like he’d been doing it all his life. The instinct and know-how to bite was deeply ingrained into his new psyche. It was official. He could no longer deny the truth. Aaron was now a vampire.
His fangs punctured her skin with a yucky squish sound. Lisa tensed up at the initial sting of the bite, and then relaxed as his venom dumped a wonderful magic flow of endorphins into her bloodstream. Her blood coated his tongue in delicious syrup. He sucked hard and fast, gulping whole mouthfuls. Her strong little heart pumped blood just as fast as he could swallow. The experience was exquisite. Simply the richest, sweetest delight of flavor he had ever known.
With the blood came a new flood of Lisa’s emotions, passions, and a sense of her very life essence. His psychic connection sunk in deep through the flow of her blood. He immersed in her psyche, everything Lisa. She washed away his sense of identity. There was only Lisa and her fantastic euphoria brought on by the venom coursing through her blood stream. Lisa panted and gasped. Her whole body rocked with the force of her grinding thrusts on his lap, her entry engulfing the tip of his cock.
He felt psychic waves of ecstasy pouring off her in her venom-soaked climax. Her wetness gushed onto his pants, soaking his erection and he penetrated another inch, having sex fully-clothed.
Lisa’s peak struck again and again, each eruption slamming gasps and cries from her lips. The combination of the blood high, Lisa’s ecstasy pouring over him, and his near climax, hit a total sensory overload. This was a divine religious experience. The kingdom of Heaven shone down with all its hosts and choir singing praises to God.
Michelle shut the pearly gates to Heaven in Aaron’s face with her command, “No more, stop now!”
He released Lisa involuntarily. She collapsed against his chest with
heaving gasps and pathetic whimpering sounds at each exhale. Her body molded to his torso like gelatin. She shook and quivered from the intense, life-changing experience she’d undergone.
Lisa looked upon Aaron in adoration, kissing his neck and face, caressing him lovingly. After she stopped shaking and moaning with orgasmic aftershocks, Michelle lifted Lisa off Aaron from behind like a mother removing a babe from her father’s arms. Lisa looked as though she’d leap back into his lap, like she couldn’t stand to be apart from him. Michelle held Lisa’s gaze, mesmerizing her while shoving twenty dollar bills into her hand.
She commanded Lisa, “Go to the restroom and clean up.” Lisa suddenly remembered herself and realized her behavior with embarrassment. She rushed out the curtain towards the back rooms.
Michelle leaped toward Aaron hissing. “Imbécile, look what you have done!”
His eyes hurled daggers of malice. He considered jumping up to throttle her on the spot. He had never experienced such severe aching sexual frustration in all his life. He now understood what it meant when people joked about blue balls. Michelle had ordered him to stop seconds before he popped off. He was rock-hard, aching, and so frustrated he thought his cock might break off in his pants. No happy endings for Aaron Pilan.
Michelle threw a napkin at him from her purse and spit rapid fire. “Wipe yourself. Hurry! We must go now!” He looked at her as if she was insane. How could she force him to leave after what just happened?
“Tu es bêtes comme te pieds!” She glared right back at him, letting him know he was no more intelligent than the bottom of his feet. “I will explain once we leave. Hurry, she will return any minute. She is now your bloodslave. We cannot stay!”
Exactly as Michelle predicted, Lisa caught up with them at the exit just before they could escape. Lisa latched onto him with a mile wide smile, slipping her hand into his pocket with her phone number, stroking him intimately from inside his pants.
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