Found guilty and carted off to prison, Talco learned real quick who his true friends were. Evita was the only one who stuck with him when the chips were down. It was her money he spent on a shyster attorney who did little if anything for his defense. Evita was a keeper. He married her two days after his release from serving twelve months, a two year suspended sentence hanging over his head. She’d waited the entire year without complaint. She was there when no one else gave a damn. She’d proven her worth a hundred times over.
He owed it to Evita to keep a cool head. He swallowed down his pride and fury and tried reasoning with the detectives. “Hey, take it easy! I’ll do what I can, but don’t expect miracles. If my people know who she is, then we got her. I’m on it.”
“Damn straight you are, and you’re gonna pay the fuckin’ tab too!” Oberman motioned to the waitress, “Hey, can I get another round over here?” Oberman and Konowicz always drank their fill when Talco was paying for it.
CHAPTER 8
Awake in bed at sunset of the following evening, Michelle lying next to him, Aaron knew he needed to contact his roommate Kyle very soon. Besides, if it was Michelle’s wish that he live with her, he needed to get his stuff out of Kyle’s apartment.
He couldn’t imagine sleeping anywhere but her bed after the phenomenal sexual acrobatics of the night before––insanely erotic things he’d never imagined in his wildest fantasies. To top it all off, there was no fear of STD’s or pregnancy. Another one of those fringe benefits of being vampires. Nothing but purely awesome, condom-free sex and a whole lot of biting.
The downside? He was now madly, irrevocably, undeniably, hooked on Michelle. It scared the crap out of him. His limited experience with serious relationships taught him one lesson very clearly. Women can destroy a man’s peace and turn the whole world on its head in a matter of seconds. Michelle was no exception. If she ever got truly angry with him he’d be royally fucked.
Despite this fear and uncertainty, he couldn’t ever recall having felt this strongly for another person. His relationship with Delia couldn’t hold a candle to the intensity of emotional attachment he felt toward Michelle. His whole world revolved around Michelle. He could actually sense her thoughts, feelings and emotions, 24/7. In a way he was Michelle, and she him. It was becoming difficult to tell where her feelings ended and his began.
He wasn’t sure how to bring it up without sounding like a lovesick puke. He decided to go for it, put it out there and see what happens. “Should I assume that I’m living here now, permanently?” He approached the subject of Kyle and his apartment cautiously.
Michelle was engrossed in her iPhone, texting like mad. “Oui. Is necessary for the moment.” She paused, sent another flurry of text flying through the airwaves, and continued, “I have a new job for you. I sent your pictures to the escort service and they like you. There are several women scheduling appointments to see you.”
She has pictures of me? When were those taken? OMG––I hope I had clothes on. He opened his mouth to protest and thought better of it. It seemed prudent to say as little as possible when it came to Michelle. She already knew way too much about his thoughts and feelings.
“You have a date tomorrow night with an older woman who likes sexy, young boy toys. Five hundred dollars an hour. Is much better than strip clubs. The ladies, they pay you for the bite. Is parfait. Sex is not necessary, but maybe later, when you have learned control. One good bite with a happy ending is enough to satisfy. Is easy when they look you in the eyes, you have dominance. You lead with suggestion.” Michelle dropped this bombshell in his lap without ceasing her flurry of text activity or one moment of eye contact.
“This we practice tonight. Remember to be very careful not to cause the addiction. Is very important!” There it was again, the veiled threat. She didn’t quite say it, but he knew she was thinking it. Thinking about how she’d kill him if he proved uncontrollable.
“Is there a problème?” After seconds of stunned silence from him, she jumped up and pecked him on the cheek with her most sincere look of innocence. He was fast learning to regard that look with suspicion. It seemed her faux innocence became more convincing when she was up to something, like roping him into a job as a male escort.
He snapped back at her sarcastically, “No. No big problem. But don’t you think you should ask before making plans on my behalf? I do have a job you know. I had a life before I met you.”
She popped her head up to peg him with a stare that communicated her irritation. “This restaurant is no good for you. You must sever ties with those you knew before. You are very much changed now. People are not stupid. They notice the difference.” She spoke with an air of impatience as though telling him something he should already know.
He scowled, his mind awhirl at the prospect of working as an escort in the sex trade. He knew escorts were rarely ever just an escort. It was nothing but a technically legal term for prostitution. Escort rolled off the tongue a little easier, but it still left a sour taste in his mouth.
She continued explaining that which he should have understood by now. “Is better we live the nightlife alone. No relations with friends or family. They are like cattle. We feed from them, but nothing more. Is a dangerous game to play. You will risk they learn the truth?” She surveyed him with the raised eyebrow of you-know-I’m right-and-you’re-wrong.
He shook his head in denial of her truth.
“Le prix à payer est lourd. The price we pay for this life is obscurity. They can never know our true natures. We would be hunted. We take many pains to avoid this. No relationships with the food! It cannot be.”
Her logic began to sink home.
He shook his head in resignation. “I suppose you’re right. I should have seen this for myself. I guess I didn’t think about it. It’s probably best to break these connections now. I should go to my apartment, get my things, and give my roommate some excuse. Maybe I’ll give him a bit of the truth. I’m living with you now, and I work with an escort service as eye candy for lonely, wealthy women.” He was being sarcastic, but Michelle took him seriously.
“Oui, is a good idea. Tomorrow night. Tonight is more training. You still have much to learn.”
And that was that, subject closed.
As they exited the apartment building, she laid her hand on his chest to stop him. “Wait for me here, cher.”
Ten minutes passed, and then ten more. He stood in the wet drizzle, on the sidewalk where she’d instructed him to wait. He waited, and waited some more. At the point he was ready to head back up and find out what the hell was keeping her, it happened.
{{COME TO ME.}}
It hit him with a massive adrenaline surge. He needed to be there now, now, now. He darted into the alleyway, zinged past a stack of pallets and leaped over the dumpster in his way. In another second, he’d leaped up in the air snatching the metal railing of the fire escape. Up and over, and he was running. As his feet pounded out a rapid fire staccato beat up the metal stairs, his mind filled with the urgent need to get to Michelle on the roof. Within seconds he reached the top level catwalk of the fire escape, leaping to the edge of the roof, thirty feet above. With a desperate scrabble of hands and elbows he made it over the edge. She was right there, he could feel it. His vision zoomed in on her as he ran balls out to reach her.
He almost plowed right into her, barely skidding to a stop inches away. He felt an aggression he’d never known before, an urge to attack/defend. His enhanced senses ranged out over the roof top, seeking sounds, smells, or telepathic signature of some nameless threat. He felt primed for battle, a truly powerful and exhilarating experience.
Michelle congratulated him with a quirky, lopsided grin, “Very impressive! It only took you forty seconds to reach me. I’m very proud of you.” She squeezed his biceps and kissed him on the lips––the conquering hero welcomed home.
He huffed and panted heavily to catch his breath. “What was that all about?” His nerves were stretched taut, a bowstrin
g ready to snap.
“Is a test to see how quickly you respond to my call. You passed beautifully. Is good exercise to learn coordination. You are faster and stronger than I am, you know?”
He had to admit she was right. He’d moved pretty damn fast. It was fucking awesome. He felt proud and powerful. Both feelings were quickly swamped by his rising irritation. Michelle had that effect on him regularly, an assault of mixed signals and emotions.
She touched him, holding his gaze without blinking while sending a strong sense of calm and approval. It hit like a tranquilizer, draining his aggression and relaxing the tension.
Realization soured his belly. This had been a convenient demonstration. She held the power to order him around, and then manipulate his feelings about it after the fact. He felt like the golden retriever living up to its namesake, retrieving the stick for its master. Michelle’s behavior smacked of a prideful dog owner patting him on the head saying, good boy, while he stood there wagging his tail, waiting to play fetch all over again. As much as it bothered him, he couldn’t shake that lingering sense of pride at her words of praise.
They returned to the street level with the same high-flying acrobatic maneuvers of the night before. Michelle stepped off the side of the building, and he followed right behind her, without even being asked. The difference now, as he followed Michelle downwards in the descending switch-back game, he moved with confidence and grace. He had begun to learn to coordinate his new strength and speed, and he had to confess he felt physically invincible. He couldn’t really maintain a bitter attitude about Michelle’s little training exercise. The game had served its purpose. He was flying high on his exhibition of masculine power. All other petty concerns became meaningless.
Rolling through the streets in a taxi, Michelle explained her plans. “We wait until one a.m., the clubs are now full. People are drunk.” Her fingers slid over her his lap, teasing across the tip of his cock.
“We find the women dancing together. Is too easy. Feed quick. Thirty seconds, no more. You must learn to count. Is good exercise for control.” She snapped her fingers. “Bite and move on to another girl.” Her tongue licked her lips in a flicker. He sensed her excitement at having a hunting partner.
Upon entering the club, Michelle weaved through the crowd to the dance floor with Aaron in tow. She maneuvered them to a group of girls dancing together wedged into the center of the dance floor. Michelle and Aaron slipped into the middle of them swaying seductively to the music, maintaining constant eye contact.
He began to notice something different. These girls were watching him, and they were interested. Women didn’t look at him that way. Not unless they were so drunk they looked at everyone that way. These girls wanted him. They moved in closer. Before he knew it, two girls sandwiched him and began grinding front to back. He’d never been singled out by two women for such intimate attentions. It was an incredible sensation to command the affections of several beautiful women.
He could get used to this real fast. Being the focus of so much attention was intoxicating. He felt like a rock star partying with his entourage in the VIP section. He looked over at his fellow rock-star-vampire-master. She was getting down to business.
While the ladies got funky, grinding all up on him, he gawked at Michelle in morbid fascination. She had already bit into one girl for a few seconds, and immediately turned towards another girl behind her for a second bite, making short work of anyone within reach. Nobody seemed to notice what he saw. They were being tapped one right after the other, all totally oblivious. She was an illusionist of the highest order, sleight of hand and fang. The cattle were blinded by her splendor.
The girl in front of Aaron leaned back into him with her backside, offering the juicy target of her neck and shoulder. She looked up with a seductive smile, giving him the eye contact he needed. Her petite, golden-brown Latina curves begged to be bitten. She licked her lips suggestively, an invitation he could hardly refuse. He struck hard and fast, letting the feeding instinct take over as he sunk into her exposed neck swallowing down her red, delicious life. The girl reached up to run her fingers through his hair, cupping his cheek in her palm.
“Mas, mas, don’t stop!” She fisted her hand in his hair with her explosive orgasm.
He didn’t want to let go. Every instinct in his body said to hold on, suck until there was nothing left to take. He dug down deep to find the strength of will to release her after what seemed like thirty seconds. He pulled back leaving her hot and bothered, unsatisfied. Reading her mind was a lesson in desire. She wanted more. She wanted him to do it again. She didn’t have a clue what he’d done, but she wanted him to keep doing it. The girl smiled up at him with a drugged, dazed look, a light sheen of perspiration on her forehead, her dark iris faded to solid black from dilation. He had made a new friend.
Michelle flashed her eyes at him, sending a psychic kick through their mutual bond, silently urging him to move on. He turned away from the Latina to face a tall, willowy blonde who matched him in height. In seconds his unwavering eye contact gave him the control he needed. When he beckoned, she came. She moved right up on him, aligning her slim curves with his body as they both swayed to the music. She wore a short blue dress and easily straddled his thigh, spreading her legs to place her most intimate flesh on his leg, her hips grinding in time with the music. The Latina behind refused to be dismissed so easily. Latina began working to regain his attention. She molded herself to his backside with her arms flowing around him, slipping her fingertips into the front waistband of his pants.
He bit down straight into the pulse of the blonde grinding her moist sex on his leg. He tried his best to focus on only one girl at a time, even though they both struggled to gain his attention. Within seconds the blonde took his hand in hers, pulling his fingers down, inviting him to touch where she needed him most. Her dress had hiked up exposing her inner thighs to his caress. While he drank deeply, she used his hand to massage her swollen wet pussy, leaking her juices onto his fingers.
The Latina hadn’t given up the battle for Aaron’s affections––she worked harder to regain his attention. With her hand down the front of his pants, she tugged his cock to a full-blown erection. He was so drunk on the overlapping sensations of blood and seduction that he almost fed too long from the blonde. As he released her neck, she became more aggressive with her ministrations, pulling her underwear aside to shove his fingers partway into her slippery wet warmth. At the same time, the Latina spooning him from behind worked him harder, faster, a skilled hand.
For the second night in a row, Michelle abruptly cut into his erotic fun when she grabbed his free arm and yanked him out of the clutches of the sex sandwich. She plowed through the wall-to-wall dancers with Aaron in tow. He looked over his shoulder to see two disappointed faces scowling at him.
When they reached the exit, Michelle turned to him with a sly smile. “Sorry to interrupt, but this was out of control. You did very well with timing, but you must not engage them sexually in public. You attract the wrong attention. You don’t want security and police.” She smooched him on the cheek and led him outside to the taxi. She didn’t seem angry. In fact she appeared aroused. Her eyes dilated with pleasure.
“Your eye contact gives you control, especially when they are drunk. Arousal from the bite and your natural attraction will drive women to rape you in public. Is a sexual frenzy. You must learn to moderate your effect.” She was stroking his arm and crotch seductively. A study in contradictions––to speak of moderation while arousing him to the point of explosion.
“I know is difficult. Is very exciting. Even to me, just watching you is exciting. I will take good care of you tonight.” She punctuated the promise by gripping his erection with her hand down his pants while kissing him.
This new life with Michelle? Well, pretty damn cool so far. He hoped that someday her affections might become genuine, something more than desire and lust. He wished that one day she’d feel as strongly about him as he fe
lt about her.
CHAPTER 9
Aaron had mentally prepared himself for a quick in-and-out meeting with Kyle. He felt confident he could explain away having disappeared for almost a week.
Michelle blew his carefully constructed plans all to hell. “Let’s go. Is time to close the door to your previous life. We must see this friend of yours.”
He knew there was a good chance they might run into Delia and her friends there as well. This is gonna be a disaster. Like watching the cars pile up one by one in a train wreck; he saw it coming from a mile away.
“I don’t know if it’s such a good idea to bring you along. Things might get complicated. My ex-girlfriend could be there. Maybe it would be better if I do this alone.” He gave it his best shot at diplomacy, but he already knew from his connection to her thoughts and feelings, Michelle would not be deterred.
“I will make certain is very clear to your friends that you are mine!”
It felt good to hear her declare something so intimate, but her manner made him uneasy.
“You will take us now to see your friends.” Spoken in the unmistakable timbre of command, Michelle ceased all debate on the matter.
* * * *
“Hey guys, how’s it going? I just stopped by for a few minutes to say hi. I’m in a hurry. Gotta run.” Aaron edged in the front door, hoping not to attract too much attention. He prayed that he could get in and out quickly.
Kyle popped his head out the bedroom door near Aaron with a surprised look. Delia and her two friends stood at the far side of the room deep in conversation. The girls were debating the usual meaningless drivel of he said/she said. They hadn’t noticed Aaron yet, but Kyle was quick on the draw.
“Whoa dude, where the hell have you been? I called your cell like thirty times. I was beginning to think you were dead!” Kyle was all over him with a suspicious look on his face. Aaron read his thoughts, which were even more suspicious than his face revealed: “Where has he been? What the fuck was he thinking? How are we gonna pay the rent if he lost his job? Why didn’t he answer any of my calls? Oh shit, who is this magnificent piece of ass wrapped around him? OH. My. God! She’s a fuckin’ knockout!”
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