***Tonight only!*** Vanessa Michaels! By Mike Sutton Published by Mike Sutton at Smashwords Copyright 2013 Mike Sutton *********** Other stories by the Author: https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/krassos ***Tonight only!*** Vanessa Michaels! She checked her hair and makeup in the little pocket mirror for perhaps the umpteenth time as she waited in the manager's tiny office. In a few minutes he would announce her to what sounded like a good crowd, and then she would go out and work her special brand of magic. Everything was in place, and she was looking fantastic. It was an easy enough thing, telling a large group of random fans what they wanted to hear. They hung on her every word with oohs and ahs that she wove into music like a master conductor. For the next hour she would be the center of their universe. Their sun. And for some, a revered goddess. Still, she felt a little nervous. She always did before a meet and greet with her most dedicated fans. She could hear her manager warming up the crowd, laying some ground rules - no touching - and so forth. She waited and let him do his job. Working them until they came to a boil and began chanting her name. Then came her cue. "And now here she is, the woman you've all been waiting for! Artist and creator of the much beloved Dac Sylvania universe! Vanessa Mich...!" Michaels. The last half of her name was drowned out by a delirious uproar of cheers and clapping. The crowd leaped to their feet screaming with rapturous ecstasy. This must be what the pope felt like, she thought to herself as she opened the door and stepped out before the pulsating mass of her adoring fans. Show time! Vanessa smiled at the audience and began her routine. "All this for little me?" She asked in her best stage voice from the little podium as she scanned the crowd. Men and women, alike yelled back, though more of the latter. Some of the faces were familiar, they seemed to follow her from show to show. They were addicts and she was their drug. Vanessa smiled. "I suppose that we should get to the reading first shouldn't we?" She asked, knowing what the answer would be even before they roared back at her. "Yes!" "We love you!" A man stood up and loudly demanded that he marry her. Her fans laughed along with her as she held up her wedding ring.. She reached into her bag and pulled out her latest novel Size 16 Doc Martens. Vanessa held the book over her head. "You all of course know that it's available right over there," she said as she gestured over towards a table stacked with copies of the book. Her fans, to the last, held up their own copies. Some had purchased multiples. Vanessa set the book down in front of her, opened it to the section that she had marked earlier and began reading in a clear steady voice that rose and fell with the flow of the prose, entrancing them with the melodic tones. Dac ran one hand over his shaved head as he pulled his truck off the side of the road and tucked it away behind a stand of trees. He glanced over at the girl in the passenger seat. She looked a little nervous and sweat glistened on her smooth skin, soaking the clinging pink tank-top that had caught his eye just a few minutes before. 'Mister, what are you doing?' The girl asked as he shut off the engine. He smiled at her, a predatory gleam in his eye as he reached out and stroked her face with one calloused finger. She was young. Still in high school he bet. 'Ass, gas or grass, bitch. Nobody rides for free! But for you, I think I'll take a little bit of ass.' The girl pressed herself against the window, her hand flailing for the handle. 'that door only opens from the outside', Dac told her. The grin returning. Panic seized her and the girl began screaming hysterically. He pulled her closer, enjoying the warmth of her body. Reveling in her intoxicating scent which was more powerful than any rotgut he had ever downed in his life. Fear, he loved it. Fear turned him on. 'Please!' she pleaded, her voice cracking 'please!'. 'Oh yeah beg for it. That gets me hot! You don't know what that does to me you little slut.' He told her, pinning her arms to the seat as he reached under her skirt. rubbing his hand along her firm thigh and tore off her panties. Dac tore at his fly with his free hand, aching to begin. 'You know what I want don't you girly-girl.' He whispered as he moved into position between her inviting thighs. She wiggled and squirmed, just the way he liked it. Young and wild! He took her. Made her his. He was her first. That drove him wild. 'Please stop! Please.' She cried. Tears streamed down her cheeks, the flow swelled with each sob. He licked her face, the salt was like ambrosia. 'please don't do this. 'But you want this baby, want it bad.' Dac responded with a powerful thrust, putting his full power behind his manhood, slamming their hips together as they became one. She screamed. He moaned. Pure ecstasy. Her skin was so smooth, he didn't think that she even needed to shave yet. So wonderfully young. 'Please stop mister, please.' Dac slapped her across the face 'No talking slut, you'll ruin it for me if you keep talking.' 'Please,' she begged, so quietly that he could barely hear her. Dac reached his free hand up and took hold of her throat and began to squeeze, silencing her flutey voice as he worked his magic. She wouldn't need to be able to talk. Not where she was going. 'Another one for the glory of The Leader!' He yelled as he climaxed. He let the body fall limp. She had served his needs perfectly. Better, he decided, he would find more use for her delectable young body. 'I've got big plans for you dear.' Dac said with a smile. The special ones, the ones who he tasted first, he always had special plans for them. 'I have some friends who will be happy to pay good money for a clean little bitch like you.' Now for the ritualistic cleansing. Dac took a towel and drenched it with water and wiped away the last remnants of her filthy residue from his pure white flesh. His taught muscles rippled with each powerful motion. Drops of water glistened in the sunlight as they rolled down his perfect form and dripped onto the thirsty soil. 'That's as close to true human perfection as you'll ever get you worthless nigger cunt. Being my fuck hole.' Dac gagged the filthy little whore and taped her hands behind her back. Earlier in the day, he had dug a shallow grave in anticipation of the night's feeding. But plans had changed and the girl would live a bit longer. Who knew how much, and who cared. She closed the book again with a snap, bringing the crowd back to sudden life. "Well, I'll stop there. You can get to the rest later. I don't want to spoil it for you. But there is a lot more like that in Size 16 Doc Martens. My publisher and I agree that this is the best Dac Sylvania novel so far. Which I think is saying a lot. So I hope you all enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it." The crowd broke out into wild applause as her manager retrieved a portable microphone from one of the store employees. He began to pace the aisle, waiting for the first brave soul to step forward so that the festivities could continue. A round little latin woman stood up and took the microphone. "Hello Vanessa, my name is Sofia Menendaz, I'm the head of the local chapter of your fan club. I want to thank you for coming and for that wonderful reading you just did. Oh it was so fantastic to hear you give life to Dac. He is so strong and masculine. I just love him!" A round of applause. "Thank you Sofia. I do love writing Dac, I find him so very fascinating. I'm already working on the next book in the series and hope to have it to you soon." "Not soon enough for me! Or the rest of my sisters, we all read your books! We have for years!" Sofia gushed as she returned the mic to Vanessa's manager and sat back down. A man stood up. He looked a little bashful. Not surprising, most of her fans were women. “Um, will you be getting back to the Yuri storyline? I find him to be the most compelling character.” Mention of Yuri brought scattered applause mixed with jeers. “Yuri will return. I can't reveal too much, but the relationship between Dac and Yuri will take an interesting twist.” The crowd began to chatter excitedly to one another. Vanessa smiled secretively. She loved teasing her fans with hints, and that last one alone would set the internet ablaze with speculation for weeks. The next questioner was a teenage girl. More of the same. Then another man and a second woman. "Miss Michaels, I also love your books and Dac. I have two daughters, aged five and six, and I can't wait until I can share these books with them." "That's just sweet. Thank you. Actually I have some good news for you. My publisher has approached be about writing a series of Dac Novels for children, maybe following him through his formative years. We're just in talks so far, but I have some ideas and I would really like to see this project go forward." More applause. "It isn't for certain yet, so cross your fingers. Next question?" A couple stood up. Cosplayers. Her most dedicated fan base. They called themselves Sylvanians, and some of them even created their own lifestyle based on the characters they admired most from her books. One was dressed as Dac in full gang regalia, while the other was costumed as one of his old love partners. "We just love the romance stories in all of your books Miss Michaels." "Call me Vanessa please." They beamed up at her as if they had been granted a great boon. "Ok Vanessa. We actually like to role-play some of the scenes you've written about. After the reading today, we should have a steamy night. Anyhow, thank you for the happiness that you've brought us. I guess now for our question. Will we ever get to see your books on the silver screen? Because we think that you should get Max Jackson to star as Dac." "He is handsome, and I might like to see that too, especially if we can work in a scene or two of him showering. But, despite the rumors to the contrary, I haven't been approached with any serious offers at this time. A couple of companies have made substantial monetary offers, but they won't allow me the level of creative control I would prefer. So for now a movie just isn't in the cards." A wave of sighs and awes, and then her manager stepped in. "Ok folks, that's about all the time we have to the questions segment." Scattered boos. Her manager raised his hands. "I know we're all disappointed, but it's time for the actual signing to begin." Her flock moved as one, funneling between the book shelves towards the table that the store had set up just for this purpose. The store had set up a special section stocked with all of her books and merchandise. Her fans would be besieged by her world. Compelled perhaps to part with their hard earned money to take home another piece of Vanessa Michaels. To commemorate a memorable day in their lives. She sat down and began signing. Smiling as she did. Smiling as she always did.