Stone showered. He suddenly felt very dirty. He could smell the scent of Lena's sex on him. Although it was the sweet and musky scent of an aroused woman, the logical part of him knew it was really that of a vampire. Stone had to shake his head, smiling slightly. It was some good pussy, no matter what she was.
He lay down in his bed and began to count backwards from one hundred. He was asleep before he reached ninety.
Anita watched the petite figure of Lena walk slowly up the old cobblestone drive. The old window panes distorted the view slightly, and it appeared that, for an instant, Lena's hair was flailing behind her.
Lena entered the old house. She walked through the foyer, then into the parlor, taking the stairs up to the second floor. Anita was waiting for her in the master suite.
"Well?" Anita asked, one of her dark eyebrows raised in question.
"He will meet us," Lena smiled. "I think he liked the idea."
Anita nodded her head approvingly. Then a scent caught her vampire nose. Her eyes narrowed when she looked at Lena again.
"You were with him," Anita said. It was not a question. Anita had smelled the unmistakable scent of sex. She knew Lena's smell quite personally.
Lena nodded her head, her eyes on the hardwood floor. "Yes," was all she said.
Anita sat up from her reclined position on the king size bed. "You were told only to ask him to come. I expressly forbade you not to seduce him!"
Lena began to slowly walk to her mistress. She was starting to cry now, gentle sobs and small tears. "I am sorry, my mistress," Lena said. "I could not help myself," she pleaded.
