When medical resident Martin hits a club to relax and be distracted from his patients' lives, he doesn't expect it to be the end of his own -- or the beginning of another. Can he learn to love his new existence, with its twin hungers of blood and lust... and the sultry vampiress responsible? They can always try to work it out over a drink. More
This erotic 7500 word story features vampires, public sex, bdsm, m/f sex, a M/m/F threesome, fellatio, cunnilingus, anal sex, and an entirely different definition of sexual predator.
I'd sat myself at one of the little tables arrayed around the dance floor, and was finishing off my scotch, watching the way the strobes and coloured lights reflected off the bodies writhing to the music. Would this be enough, or would take another drink before I was ready to join them, to really relax and let go? I glanced toward the bar, and my breath caught in my throat. There was a woman there-- there were probably several women there, in actuality, but none of the others registered. She was perched languidly on one of the stools there with the elegance of a jungle cat, all self-assurance and curves, and she was watching me -- had been watching me for some time, I suspected, from the faint smile that touched her lips as our gazes met.
I found myself rising and heading in her direction as though magnetized; she continued to watch me with that faint smile, but showed no other reaction to my approach. I reached the space beside her at the bar, and leant slightly across the bar to order a refill. There was an empty glass sitting before her; I glanced at it, then to her: "Can I get you another drink?"
That ghost of a smile blossomed into a full one; I was amazed the entire place wasn't lit by the brightness of it and the amusement that sparkled in her eyes. But no one else seemed to notice us at all. "...not yet," she answered, leaning in a little so that I could hear her above the music, "Not just yet, but I think I might take you up on that later. If the offer's still open, of course." Her voice was warm and liquid; I could feel it tightening my stomach.
"Of course," I agreed, "...absolutely." I scarcely noticed paying for my drink; I was still watching her, and the way she stretched out a leg before casually crossing them again.
"I've seen you before," she remarked, and I nearly choked on the sip I'd just taken.
"I've never been here before," I replied, feeling almost as though I should apologise for the fact.
"No," she said thoughtfully, "...not here. St. Mary's, I think. And the coffee shop on that corner."
I relaxed slightly against the bar. "Oh... then yeah, you might be right. I'm doing my residency at St. Mary's. And I do drink an awful lot of coffee." I grinned at her, but then was hit with chagrin. "I can't believe I don't remember seeing you there, though."
She laughed softly; the sound seemed to pour down my spine like warm honey and settle in my groin. "Well. I'm not particularly memorable."
I felt my mouth and words falling all over each other as they hastened to assure her this wasn't possibly the case, but she interrupted. "Dance with me," she said, reaching over to take my hand.