Chapter 1
"Do not be afraid; our fate. Cannot be taken from us; it is a gift."
― Dante Alighieri, Inferno
Inferno is an upscale place; it is the best place you can go if a little sex with no attachments is what you are looking for. Only the best work here. Even the bouncers are delicious. Concrete steps lead up to the heavy oak double doors that gleam in the moonlight. A single light illuminates the silver plaque above the door and highlights 'Inferno,' written in red cursive letters. I scan the crowd for my prey and my eyes fall upon the delicious, Rachel McCormick, a dancer here at the club.
Rachel is of Spanish and Irish descent with thick, chocolate brown hair cut into a shoulder length bob and her soft eyes glow green. She is known as a "Duende" or a "pixie fae" in her native tongue. At 5'4, she's short compared to my height of 5'8, thus making her come to my chin in height. Her breasts are small and firm, a pleasing B cup. She has a thin waist and a small flair at the hips that complete the cute little package. My own mind races with lurid images as she grabs the center pole tightly and swings her small thighs around it slowly, gripping it tightly. As she descends the pole, she spins, arms extended out and hair swinging wildly. My nipples grow tight and strain against my tight tank top.
As she finishes her routine, I motion with my hand for her to come with me. She knows why I have called upon her. She is excited and nervous but is always more than willing. We go to the back of the club, to one of the rooms I keep in the back for such an occasion. Before the door is even shut, she has already slipped out of the scarlet red halter dress she is wearing. I could smell her lust for me before; now, as she draws near me, it's even more profound. She, unsurprisingly, is naked underneath, and her rosy little nipples on her breasts are tight with desire.
"Eager are we?" I tease, pulling my own top over my head to finally free my own pert nipples and taking a deep breath to smell the heavy-scent air.
She watches me as I slowly take my jeans off letting her take in a full view of my body. I have fed from her before, but it has been sometime and I know she misses the view. I shake my own long, raven black hair loose of its ponytail and it falls to my belly button. She gives me a lusty look and I allow her to explore my body with her hands, letting her run them over my slender curves until she stops to admire my ample C cup chest.
I bend down and close my lips around her right nipple and suck. Rachel brings her hand up to the back of my head and in a low, gravelly voice that is almost an octave lower than her normal speech, hisses, "Bite. Please." I grasp her tiny nipple with my teeth, biting gently at first, rolling her nipple between my teeth and flicking my tongue across it as well. Whoever said women can multi-task is correct, that's for sure. One of her hands decides to dig its fingers into my butt, kneading the muscles as I move my other hand to twist the left nipple so it doesn't feel neglected. Her other hand oh so slowly moves up my back with feather-like gentleness into my hair, where she begins to pull and twist my locks at her leisure.
As I switch to the other nipple, I feel her skin come alive with goose bumps and she growls in disappointment before I can latch on to nip the other nipple. I run my hands down her glorious backside and dig my fingers into her sculpted butt. She starts to grind against me and thrashes her head back and forth. I bring my hand up and part her outer folds, feeling that she is wet already. I run my middle finger over her clit softly, then in circles rubbing and pinching.
