Danny and Sylvia were on the road well before daybreak. Sylvia, being a vampire had a rather intense aversion to sunlight which necessitated the early departure. She and her eighteen year old neighbour were travelling across the country to meet with Sylvia's brother and sister vampires.
The two of them had a rather unusual relationship, where Danny would let Sylvia snack on a little of his blood and in return Sylvia would give him head.
They'd spent the previous night in a motel room and were due to arrive at their destination late that evening. Danny was acting as the beautiful vampire's driver in return for a promised full sex session with her. Up until now he'd only had his cock sucked, but Sylvia had promised to let him do whatever he wanted with her if he did her this favour. For a horny eighteen year old it had been an offer too good to refuse.
That very morning before they set off Danny had asked Sylvia for a blowjob to get rid of his morning wood, but she'd refused him, wanting to beat the sunrise and get on the road right away. He was a little disappointed, but figured it was probably fair enough as she hadn't drunk any more of his blood since the previous evening's spa pool oral session.
He drove for about five hours before stopping to grab some lunch at a gas station. Danny was half tempted to climb in the back of the limo and see if he could take advantage of the sleeping vampire back there, after all Sylvia had said that it was a very deep trance and she'd be almost impossible to awaken. He wondered if sticking his cock in her butt would wake her up.
In the end he'd eaten his sandwich in the front seat and resumed the journey without venturing into the back of the limo. His conscience had got the better of him and he decided he'd never forgive himself if he ruined this free supply of blowjobs by getting Sylvia burnt to a crisp in the sunlight.
***
It was almost ten thirty when they finally reached their destination. For about the last hour, once the sun had definitely gone down, Sylvia had ridden in the front of the car, giving Danny directions to an old unused factory on the industrial side of town.
Danny parked the limo next to the only other car, a black Porsche with darkened windows.
"Now when we're in there I want you to act subservient," instructed Sylvia.
"Don't worry honey," replied Danny with a smirk, patting Sylvia's thigh. "I'll be a meek little blood slave."
"I'm serious," Sylvia insisted. "Especially around Anita. I'll make it worth your while and be your meek little cocksucker when we're alone."
Danny swallowed and nodded. "Deal."
They got out of the limo and entered the run down looking factory building. The inside was pretty much empty apart from a couple of ancient-looking, unidentifiable machines and a wooden stairway leading up to an office at the rear of the factory floor.
"Upstairs," instructed Sylvia leading the way. Danny followed along silently behind her, admiring the sexy sway of her ass in her tight black gown as she climbed the stairs in front of him.
In the office at the top there were already two people waiting for them, Sylvia's brother and sister Danny assumed.
Christian, Sylvia's brother, looking a couple of decades older than Sylvia, roughly in his late forties. He had dark hair speckled with silver and a deeply lined, but handsome face. He was dressed, like Sylvia, all in black, wearing a well tailored black suit, black silk shirt and a black tie.
The woman beside him was much younger. She looked about twenty and had dark red hair and blood red lip-stick. She was dressed in a pair of blue jeans, black high heeled boots and a black AC-DC t-shirt. The t-shirt had a picture of two cannons and the caption 'Fire Your Guns' written across it. Danny's mouth went dry as he noticed almost immediately, just how well the woman filled out the front of that AC-DC t-shirt. Her expansive bosom swelled out rather impressively, straining against the black cotton of the t-shirt. She definitely had some rather remarkable guns, possibly even bigger than Sylvia's impressive rack.
The rest of the young woman's body was almost as good as her cannons. She had long, slender legs, a slim waist and a ripe, full ass which her jeans clung snugly to.
"Good evening Christian," said Sylvia with a smile. She stepped forward and warmly embraced her brother. Danny noticed somewhat jealously that one of the older vampire's hands rested on Sylvia's firm right buttock as they hugged, giving it a very slight squeeze.
"It's been too long Sylvia," said Christian as they stepped back.
"Where's Anita?" asked Sylvia and Danny realised that the red haired girl was probably Christian's blood supplier, not another vampire.
"I'm right here," they all turned as Anita entered the room, followed by a lanky, pale looking young man.
Anita was unlike any vampire that Danny had ever seen or imagined, not that he'd seen any other than Sylvia. Unlike Sylvia however, Anita's hair was blonde and her skin olive and well tanned, Danny presumed it was a fake tan given her vampiric aversion to sunlight.
Anita's body was clearly in perfect shape, slim and well toned and excitingly proportioned. She had long, slender legs, a ripe full ass and voluptuously large breasts that appeared to defy gravity. She was dressed in high heeled black shoes, a very short black skirt that would have left plenty of her impossibly long legs on display if not for a pair of dark black tights, and her royal blue satin blouse was partially unbuttoned, revealing a tantalising hint of her deep cleavage.
The young man shuffling along behind her was so pale his skin almost looked translucent. He had limp brown hair that looked like it hadn't been cut in months and hung messily around his gaunt face and his eyes had a vacant listless look about them. Danny quickly realised that he was probably in this state from feeding the supposedly ravenous Anita on a daily basis. Danny quickly decided he was very lucky to have such a generous, self-controlled vampire as Sylvia for a neighbour.
"So what's all the urgency about?" asked Anita. Danny noticed that Christian and Sylvia did not greet her with the same warmth that they'd greeted each other with.
"Let's go into the back office," suggested Christian.
The three vampires headed through the back door, leaving Danny alone with the busty red haired metal chick and wasted, heroin-addict looking dude.
"I'm Danny," he offered uncertainly as he took a seat against the wall. For some reason in the company of these two he felt every inch the meek blood slave that Sylvia had wanted him to act like. The lifeless looking young man in particular made Danny feel uncomfortable.
"Sharon," replied the curvy red head.
Danny looked over to Anita's blood donor who was standing silently in the doorway.
"His name's Justin," offered Sharon.
"You've met?" asked Danny in surprise. He didn't think Sylvia had met with her siblings or whatever they were in a long time.
"About six months ago," replied Sharon, not offering any further explanation. "He didn't look like that though." Sharon seemed just as disquieted by Justin's pale, sickly appearance as Danny was. Given they were both presumably giving blood to vampire's Danny hoped they wouldn't end up in a similar state.
"So how long have you been with Christian?" Danny asked.
"A couple years now," replied Sharon. "He's a little gentler on the constitution than Anita." Sharon glanced nervously towards the office where the three vampires were meeting.
Danny wondered if Christian went down her in exchange for blood. "Cool shirt," Danny said, staring at Sharon's nice looking jugs.
Sharon smirked. "Thanks."
They sat in silence for a few minutes. Other than getting his blood sucked by a vampire Danny didn't think he had a lot in common with these two.
Fortunately he didn't have long to wait as Sylvia and Christian emerged from the back office. There was no sign of Anita.
