Renata Vadja couldn't help but lick her crimson lips in anticipation of the evening's Halloween gala at the Van Renslater mansion. So many possibilities for a passionate encounter with a lovely woman and afterwards she'd feast. Blood tasted much sweeter after her victim had climaxed, possibly more than once. She never killed, that would draw unnecessary attention; rather she took just enough blood to sustain her until her next conquest. Her victims felt weak afterwards, but attributed it to their breathtaking orgasms.
She finished applying her makeup and studied herself in the mirror. Where the stories began about vampires not being able to see their reflections she didn't know, but it was silly; just as putting white makeup on her face and hands made her appear as undead. No matter, it would be worth the charade to satisfy her sexual and blood lusts tonight. The costume she'd purchased fit her like a second skin, accentuating her lush figure. What fanciful character was she supposed to resemble? Oh yes, Morticia Addams, whomever that was.
Finding victims was so much easier these days. People were no longer hunting vampires, they were emulating them in the manner of the old legends; how droll. How she could have lived in human society for over two hundred years looking like some ghastly freak was ridiculous. She shivered in anticipation, it was dusk and the party would begin soon. Calling downstairs for her driver to bring the car around, she swept a brush through her long, black hair and strutted out the door of her penthouse condo on black, spike heels into her private elevator.
***
Maureen Von Renslater's estate was ten miles out of town when you arrived at the massive, wrought iron gates. When you were identified and they swung ponderously open, you traveled another mile inside before you saw her sprawling Neo-Classical mansion. Maureen was a wealthy woman thanks to a generous inheritance, with the figure of a centerfold and an all-encompassing sexual appetite that would give a satyr an inferiority complex. She went through husbands and lovers like cream through a funnel and was always on the prowl for new conquests. She and Renata were best friends with benefits and spent many a pleasant evening making each other cum. Her Halloween party was the event of the season and if you weren't invited, your social standing in the community was toast.
When Renata entered the spookily decorated ballroom, many of the guests had already arrived and were eating and drinking with abandon. Superhero, video game and Hentai character costumes predominated allowing the women and men to wear as little as necessary; any numbers of whom were flirting shamelessly with anyone who caught their fancy. There were fifteen bedrooms upstairs; not counting Maureen's, so any couple or group could have their passionate romp in private with no waiting.
Maureen was dressed as a Hentai character, Renata didn't know who, wearing little more than two leather straps that crisscrossed her breasts attached to a wide belt, a leather g-string, thigh high boots and a wig of shocking orange hair that hung below her waist. She carried a large sword in a scabbard on her belt and had the usual gaggle of sycophants and hangers-on surrounding her, all vying for her attention.
When she saw Renata she ran to her exclaiming "Sugar Bear, darling, how good of you to come. I'm so glad to see you." Maureen was the only person who called her 'Sugar Bear'; she called Maureen 'Cupcake' and they hugged and kissed until Maureen said "What a wonderful costume, Bear. You look deliciously sinister as a vampire. Maybe you can suck my blood later."
"Among other things, Cupcake," Renata said with a grin. "Seeing you in that outfit make me want to fuck you right here on the serving table."
"Maybe later, Bear, the party's just begun. Would you care for something to drink?"
"Some white wine would be nice."
Maureen sent a server for two glasses of wine and some petit fours as the two women conversed.
"I haven't seen this much flesh since the beach this summer," Renata said. "I'm practically drooling."
"Isn't it just delicious," Maureen replied. "I feel like a child in a toy store with Mama's credit card. I intend on picking some of these ripe cherries before the nights over. Want to double team a few?"
"Sounds good to me," Renata replied, sipping her wine. "What have you been up to lately?"
"Oh, the usual, board meetings, conferences with lawyers, accountants, financial analysts and the like. It's deadly dull and boring. I so wish Papa had left me money and not his empire," she sighed, "And Mama persists in asking me when she's going to have grandchildren. I certainly don't want to ruin my figure with some smelly little ..."
"Who is that?" Renata said abruptly. She gestured at a costumed guest across the room dressed as Red Riding Hood complete with a goody basket for her Grandma. The woman was blonde, tall, well-proportioned and moved like a shadow among the chattering guests. Her red costume's skirt barely covered her pubic area and her white blouse was open to the sash around her waist revealing a generous amount of cleavage and the fact she wore no bra. She wore a red hat and cape and when she smiled her teeth were shining white. Renata was captivated.
"I think that's the daughter of one of my investment advisors," Bear said peevishly, disliking being interrupted. "She's a tasty little morsel isn't she?"
Renata didn't reply; she was imagining how the girl's pussy would taste, not to mention the taste of her rich red blood when Renata sank her fangs into that lovely neck after making her cum and cum ...
"Earth to Bear, hello?"
"Uh ... sorry Cupcake, she is an adorable little thing."
"Going to sample her, are we?"
"I may just do that, but let's window shop first."
Arm in arm, the women strolled into the crowd of revelers.
***
It was nearing midnight and Renata was having a wonderful time. She and Maureen had several quickies with male and female guests in the sitting room and parlor, but neither had found who they wanted for an all-night love partner. Renata was feeling slightly tipsy from all the wine she'd drunk which was odd, since alcohol didn't usually affect her. Therefore, when a voice said "Good evening Morticia, where's Gomez?" in her ear she jumped, startled.
Turning to see who was speaking, she gazed into large yellow-green eyes framed by a beautiful face and a mane of blonde hair; it was Red Riding Hood.
"Oh, my," Renata said, "you startled me. I'm afraid I don't know anyone by the name of Gomez."
"Hee, hee, well you should, he's your husband, on TV anyway. I'm joking with you sweetie."
Renata's head was swimming, she was gorgeous. She had to have this lovely creature in her bed. Maybe she could seduce and ravish her in the garden.
"I'm so sorry," Renata replied, "I was woolgathering and didn't hear you approach. Where are my manners, my name's Renata."
