Dusk filled the horizon and throughout that explosion fated casino every suite was awoken by the sounds of vampires rising.
Vivian woke, she was ready to begin her evening of breaking down her Mr. Dandridge or perhaps it would be she who was broken.
She dressed her best which was always; a black off the shoulder figure fitted satin dress with red lace appliques. What was beneath that tight dress was the real stunner and she determined at some point she would eventually have that dress removed. She snugly encased her figure within a curve enhancing black satin corset trimmed in red lace along hem of the heart shaped bust.
With Pauly's help her hair was stylishly molded into that 40s inspiration. The length of her hair was draped over the right shoulder, held in place by a ruby studded barrette tucked securely to the right of the nap of her neck. Her makeup was done to perfection, her full lips coated in the sleek shine of a brilliant ruby red. On her feet she wore one of her more stunning Mary Jane six inch heels, rich black suede with blood red rubies clustered about the semi rounded toes. The final touch was her black satin opera styled gloves that reached just to the edge of the dress sleeves.
Yes, Vivian Addams was dressed to kill and left her suite on the hunt for her Mr. Dandridge.
That evening was called 'public dining' in the club lounge of the casino and resort.
Once in the lobby she strutted her fabulous curves with Pauly anxious to begin another attack on the slots machines. Inside the casino, she handed another wad of cash to Pauly then leaned and pressed a kiss against his cheek then sang, "Have a blast, doll." She gave him a quick pat on the cheek.
She strolled towards the club lounge with her chin held high. At the entrance she was handed an actual menu which made her giggle. She was escorted by him or her on the roller skates.
"A booth." she stated to the long haired lovely but confusing black vampire who did a graceful spin as he or she gave a nod.
She was brought to a crescent shaped booth where she scooted behind the table and checked out the menu. There were so many young men and woman to choose. "You know," she looked to roller skating creature then lifted the menu and tapped a photo of a young man with black hair and brown eyes, "He'll do just fine."
She watched the apparent mute nod then spin and roll away. She lifted her purse and removed a silver cigarette case and lighter. Between her lips she tucked the cigarette then lit it up and sucked. Yep, an expert sucker, that she was.
She leaned back against the leather upholstered booth seat and eyed all the other vampires who were ordering or waiting for their meals. It was strange to pick your items, she thought, where was the fun?
Well, she wasn't going to go diving fangs first into din-din. No, she was going to play with her food first then savor him little by little. Yep, she had grown to favor men with black hair and brown eyes but they never once fulfilled her main appetite which Mr. Dandridge was the sole item on that particular mental menu.
Oh, she could have had her desired full flavored Mr. Dandridge the night before but there was no fun in giving in. She noted in thought, Mommy always said you had to make a man work for your affections. Well, she was determined to make him work for hers and he would likely do the same in return. It was all in fun of the game of cat and mouse though it was more like two vicious cats clawing at one another.
Her young morsel was delivered and she eyed the young man for all he was worth. She determined, he was mostly to play with then suck. She reached her hand up to the nicely dressed man in his ripe twenties. "Hello, doll," she sang with her sultry pucker, "I'm Vivian and what's your name?"
The young man took her hand and leaned down kissed the back of her gloved hand as he looked into her hypnotic crystal blue eyes. He sang, "Brandon, Miss Vivian." There was a hint of a southern drawl.
"Please, have a seat, Brandon." she offered, kept her eyes locked with his.
Young Brandon slid onto the booth then nudged against her.
She brought her arm over his shoulders then touched the side of his youthful face with her gloved hand. She inhaled his young scent then seductively praised, "You are positively delectable, doll." she then sang, "I adore your accent" then she hummed, "Hmm, a southern gentleman."
She traced her satin fingertips along the shape of his jaw and stated, "I always love me some good old southern cuisine." She listened to him softly laugh.
She took a suck from her cigarette then blew the smoke passed her puckered lips and into his face. With her eyes burned deep into his, she asked, "Would you care to escort me onto the dance floor, hmm?" She smiled her puckered lips then slid her arm from around his shoulders.
Brandon agreed, slid out from the booth then offered his hand.
She slipped her hand into his then slid her rear along the seat, rose up then sang, "Lead the way, doll."
As Brandon held her hand and escorted her towards the dance floor, she couldn't help but take a gander at his little rear. Nope, she thought, not close to the rear she adored but good enough to start off the evening with.
On the dance floor Brandon turned and brought his arms around Vivian's cinched waist then pressed against her.
Vivian continued to hold the cigarette tucked between her fingers with that hand rested against the young man's subtly muscular shoulder as her other arm was around his neck. Her eyes held his, he obviously under her spell. His body moved sexually against hers with his hands eagerly molded over the outer roundness of her rear.
She slowly turned around, his hands slid and pressed against the curve of her hips. Her hips moved with sly motions and caressed her rear back against him. She felt the heat of his lips graze along the bared curve of her left shoulder. She smirked her pucker tensed, felt his eager hands slide upward and move against her abundant breasts.
Well, she mused in thought, she had herself a frisky one. She couldn't blame the young man for having the desire to get his hands on her for she was the perfect embodiment of vintage beauty.
She lifted her arm and slowly turned, her eyes again locked with his. She felt her eyes distort into their lovely silvery tone. Her arms lowered then her satin covered hands moved to the sides of his young face and slid down to the collar of his shirt. Her hands gripped and with a jerk, she exposed his semi hairy chest which caused her to somewhat frown with disappointment. She sighed, "Oh, well." Then without hesitation, she simply tore into the side of his neck.
Apparently Vivian wasn't the only one dining. Beneath the music came sounds of others ripping into their meals.
She sucked and sucked with her arms tightly wrapped around him and the moment his knees buckled she simply let him hit the floor.
