Chapter 04: Catches Her Attention
Over the centuries I have seen many things; turn of one century, a depression, two world wars, many other wars, rights activists, freedoms won, new technologies daily and the turn of another century. Yet during all of these times I have found that I have grown lonely and instead I had filled my time learning about all the world had to give me. During the many years I have traveled around the world and came across many other vampires with so very many different abilities, yet I'm so tired of it all.
One of the things that haven't changed, beside my looks, is my bait for hunting. Whores have been there throughout the times, hidden in the shadows of the cities. Of course I have had some other jobs; cleaning lady, dancer, seamstress. Yet always I came back to becoming a whore, it was the easiest and frankly I liked it the best. Even in that business there has been many changes; the clothes, the style, the kinks. I have done a lot for food and for pleasure; I used the men for my sexual desire and my need for their blood.
Although due to the times I have learned to not to kill all of my meals, no matter how evil they are, most of them would still be missed, or worse yet, found. So I have to take just enough to satisfy my thirst but not enough that they would have to be taken in to the hospital, most of the time I feed off two or three a night, but being a little older I can go without too. Every once in a while when I had been traveling or unable to hunt I have looked for one that would not be missed and I would suck him dry. My tastes have always been for the evilest of men, which these days are the easiest to find anyway.
I was once again alone in the city and decided that I didn't want to walk the streets tonight instead I dressed for a night in the bar. Woman really do have all the power in the bars, all I had to do was dress sexy (unlike my usual sluttish) and wait for them to come to me. I entered a newly opened bar in uptown, wearing my black leather skirt and red top with the strapy high heels, loving how this outfit made me feel like a black widow spider. I looked around and saw plenty of single men on the prowl; it would be an easy night for me to lure one on. I ordered a drink at the bar so they would have an idea of what I wanted, not that I would actually drink this but it was a needed prop. He put a Bloody Mary down on the counter and told me that it was $8, giving him a 10 I went to go find a table I could sit at yet still be seen from the bar.
I was getting hornier by the minute, and hungrier, but I didn't see anyone that took my fancy yet though. They all looked the same after so many years; the styles may change, the opening lines may change but the guys are always the same. It was 11 and starting to get busier when I saw the second bartender behind the bar, my breath caught. I had never felt such a power coming from a human before, yet I knew that was no vampire either. My extra sense found joy, hope, fire, lust, fun all swirling through her, yes her. My world turned, what was happening to me? She was in a black blouse that seemed to be their uniform, but her slim yet curvy figure shone through clearly, her short cropped, red dyed hair lent to her feminism, and her soft brown eyes laughed at the men coming on to her. A smile played out on my lips when I heard her laugh, like angels chimes in the spring wind. She reminded me of a pixie; graceful, almost innocent, yet had mischievous undertone to her.
I was so entranced with her that I didn't see the guy slide up next to me and ask for a dance to the noise that passed for music at these places. Internally I sighed, I wanted her for some odd reason but I knew that he would be a good meal for tonight, but outwardly I smiled and took his hand. Leading me to the dance floor he started the normal grinding into your backside movement, how I missed the real dances from my time, but I decided that I would lead him on for a bit, at least get a meal from it. After a couple of songs played I whispered into his ear that we should head outside for some air, I didn't even use my vampire suggestive voice, all I needed was a slight grope and he was pulling toward the backdoor. In the ally behind the place in a darkened area I pushed him against the wall kissing him deeply my hands playing across his chest and groan. Seductively I start kissing down towards his neck and I hear him moan, just then I pierce his neck, he shuddered, his eyes rolling in a pain/pleasure fashion that most men feel with me. I take in his blood and find that it has a high alcohol level when I feel that little droop I bite my tongue and fix the holes. Letting him go he slumped to the ground, someone will find him and think he had one too many, so I don't worry and reenter the bar.
After drinking I always get a little jump in my step feeling that human freshness running through my veins but due to the alcohol he had I was feeling a buzz too. I went back to the table again surprised that no one else had taken it, and found my drink still there. I looked back to the bar and she was still there working like crazy to keep up with all the orders. That made her all the better looking with the flushed cheeks from the heat, the little bit of sheen from the sweat, something I could not ever get being a vampire. My porcelain skin worked well with the gothic look that I adopted, still I wished for that life to be in me.
I watched her into the night and found that it was already 1:30 and things were starting to settle down, if I wanted to get a man to satisfy this overwhelming lust I was going to need to pick one out soon. As soon as I thought it one turned from her at the bar and walked up to me, he wasn't bad looking, having a punk rocker look to him.
He leaned in close next to me, "Hey I've noticed you sitting there for the past hour alone, would you like to have some company tonight?"
Well, it wasn't the worse line ever and it gave me another meal plus I could use his sadistic fetish too. "Sure I could use someone to help me get home," I said with a raised eyebrow.
He took the bait and we quickly left after that, yet I couldn't help but look at her over my shoulder. What surprised me is that she was watching me leave and giving me a smile, my inner sight showed a scene of her fucking him in the backroom. His large cock covered in her juices as she came over him. In a flash it was gone and we were heading towards his place as it was closer. Two thoughts hit me at once; that means she goes for men so I had little chance, and I wonder if he still tastes like her.
As soon as we entered his place he pushed me against the wall, his hand on my neck as he kissed me. I moaned into his mouth with passion my hands pulling at his jeans, he growled with his hands moving over my breasts. As my hands groped into his opened jeans he groaned, "Yessss that feels good, why don't you go ahead and taste it too." As he pushed me down.
I was now face to cock and I couldn't help but take it out, already hard and ready to go, I thought to myself. I opened my mouth and tasted the usual salty male taste, but something else was there too, "Mmmmmmm."
"You like that slut don't you? You like being used like a whore," he looks down at me, "well I'm going to use you hard. Follow me on all fours bitch."
I was getting into it, so I complied and crawled to his bedroom following his foot steps. He laughed at the lust that must have been evident on my face, but I needed him to fuck my pussy hard, to feel what she felt.
"Get up on the bed," I climbed up and lay down on my back, "Did I say to lie down? On your knees bitch, I want that ass begging me to use you."
I flipped over and turned quickly, my pussy burning with need. Wiggling my ass seductively I looked over my shoulder and used my most pitiful voice, "Please I need to feel your cock in my tight pussy, please sir."
