Jason had been overseas on business for weeks and Nadia was alone in the Manhattan apartment he owned. She had come to rely upon Jason to bring her food instead of hunting it down herself and she had started to think she had begun to rely on him too much. It was already late afternoon and the sun had disappeared behind the horizon of shattered tower blocks. Outside the temperature had soared and the denizens of the ruined city were overheating. Nadia climbed out of her coffin and strolled naked in to the kitchen. Inside the monolithic refrigerator was an ample supply of human blood for her to drink in his absence. Nadia wasn't looking forward to what was essentially the un-dead equivalent of a TV dinner, so instead of drinking from one of the pouches, she cut the plastic open with a knife and let the cooling contents spill all over her bare body. She loved the effect blood had upon her flesh. It made her very relaxed and with Jason being absent, very horny. As she lay down on the cool tiled floor she started to rub the blood in to her milk white skin. It was her desire to bath in human blood that had first brought the nocturnal Countess Ruko to her three centuries ago, and it was the Countess who had eventually imbued her with the gift of immortality.
At first blood had no effect on her mortal body, and it was quickly apparent that the blood of virgins did not stop the aging process as the legends of her homeland once told. But now in her vampiric state, whenever she applied the blood to her flesh it seemed to absorb it like a lotion. She bathed her arms, then her stomach, rubbing it deep into her flesh. She proceeded to apply the crimson balm up across her ribs until it reached her full and luscious breasts. Then she proceeded to rub the blood onto her legs, rubbing with both hands. As she reached the tops of her inner thighs, she was starting to get very aroused, writhing like a crimson snake upon the floor. She started to rub her clitoris in a circular motion through the thick red liquid and then slipped her index finger into her pussy. At the same time with my other hand she was fondling and squeezing her own breasts. She was going mad imagining it was Jason's hands fondling her. Her climax came quickly, but it was all over too soon and she sighed. There was no substitute for a big and willing cock, just as there was no substitute for body fresh blood. Suddenly Nadia had an idea.
Hernandez and Merryweather stumbled out of the standard issue Ford Enforcer on to the broken asphalt of the dock road. Ahead of them in the dusk a SOC unit was busy setting up a cover over the latest body.
"You know," said Hernandez. "People get killed all the time down here, hundreds of them. These days we just register it and move on. What's so special with this one Mez?"
Meryweather looked at her over his spectacles.
"The pattern. It's the pattern that is special. This area is mutant territory. They kill each other all the time. Like the old gangs they use lots of noise and bravado, but essentially they lack subtlety. Guns, knives, garrottes and even explosives are favoured. But exsanguinations and beheading are cult, or even occult practices."
"Ex what?"
"Exsanguinations Hernandez." He explained to her. "The draining of human blood"
She gave him that affronted look he liked so much. He'd tried not to find her attractive but he hadn't managed it. Since the day she introduced herself to him, still in her street uniform, he had fought hard not to let himself wonder what it would be like. Her breasts had been quite visible as he caught himself peering down her shirt as he stood up to greet her. They were perfect olive skinned orbs, straining against the dark blue cotton, and her thick black hair had glistened in harmony with her sweat soaked skin. Even now in the familiar black suite of a detective she looked almost edible.
"Why didn't you just say you stuffy limey," she scolded with a smile. "Polysyllables don't impress me college boy."
He laughed and ducked under the tape. Below the canopy there were some lights already in place. The harsh artificial beams beat down on the body. It was obviously the remains of a young man, naked save for a piece of sacking that had been used to transport him there in a clandestine manner. As he had expected there was no head, just a stump of a neck that had been cauterised.
Hernandez watched him study the scene. She still felt squeamish around corpses despite seeing dozens of them every week. She had found herself a little distracted lately. Despite Merryweather's senior rank she had realised he was in his early thirties, only a few years her senior and despite his slightly bookish manner he was a good-looking man with a nice tight butt. The previous evening, in the bathroom of her small apartment, she had been bringing herself off with the showerhead. She had pressed the smooth plastic phallus between her legs and turned on the faucet until it was very warm and she could sense the vibrations of the water running unevenly through the hose. The tiny jolts combined with the overall tension of the day had made her lips pucker and swell quite quickly. To her amazement she suddenly pictured him as she climaxed. She was shocked to find herself imagining him pushing his cock inside her, and forcing her down on to her bed.
Suddenly there was the crackle of automatic gunfire followed by an explosion. The detectives threw themselves to the floor. Merryweather reached over and dragged the sacking from the corpse and rolled it up. Stowing it under his arm he made a break for the Enforcer closely followed by Hernandez.
It wasn't long before the taxi had delivered her to the hotel. On the way she had heard the sound of gunfire, and towards the river several of the already wrecked buildings blazed out of control. The cab radio was tuned in to one of the news bands and she could hear the reporter's doom-laden tones describing the carnage. A gang of mutants had started the blaze and had opened up on the emergency services with automatic weapons when they arrived at the scene. Nadia sighed at the thought of all that blood going to waste. Mutants had no style.
She passed the heavily armed doormen and drifted through the lobby in a black velvet hooded cape. She obtained her key from the desk without her face being seen and she paid with cash she had taken from Jason's over flowing safe.
In her suite she undressed and put on a bathrobe. For a few moments she admired the splendid antique classical décor, and she wondered how it had found its way in to such a modern, almost soulless building. She then rang a number from the large leather bound directory on the bedside table.
An hour later she opened the door, and there stood Lana and Mandy, mobile beauticians. They both had fantastic bodies. Lana was a blonde, about five foot ten with a plump, curvy figure, and a very heavy pair of breasts. Mandy was five foot eight, a brunette with a slim body. Her breasts were small but firm.
"I'm sorry to call you out so late," Nadia said apologetically. " I have been asleep all day. Last night was a late night."
"That's okay, Miss." Said Lana," We have nothing planned so we don't mind working this evening."
Hernandez leaned back on her chair, folding her arms behind her head. Merryweather looked at her, stealing a surreptitious glance at her nipples in clear relief beneath her blouse.
"So what's with the sack Mez?"
He unfolded it and pointed at one corner.
"I recognise this," he said pointing at a small patch of red and blue ink. "It's a waste disposal company logo. Darius Drainage."
"Jesus Mez, do you have no life?"
Merryweather tilted back, feeling his nipple inspired erection push against the underside of the desk.
"I recognise it because I use them. They specialise in grinder and macerator waste. Since it became illegal to dump kitchen food waste in the drains a lot of people have switched over to trash capsules."
"I just collect all my shit up and put it in the dumpster," said Hernandez looking at her very own paper mountain piled up in her in tray.
"DD leaves you a reel of sacks and takes the full ones away every week. Each sack has a code number because they charge you by the bag. The guys read the bar code with a scanner and it charges your account straight away. Several of our bodies had sacking wrapped around them and it is similar to this."
"So each bag can be traced to a specific address!" shouted Hernandez excitedly.
"Yes. Put simply it does. If you have the barcode."
"Do we?"
"Most of it."
Nadia watched them walk into the lounge room. Lana had on a pair of shorts that just covered her nice round bottom and a clinging t-shirt. It was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra, it was visible from beneath her thin top, but her nipples still stuck out. She was really showing off her body as beauty therapists tend to do and Nadia's planned to make full use of both their bodies before she ate. Mandy also had on very similar brief shorts and a cardigan with short sleeves. Anyone looking carefully enough could plainly see her pert breasts from the side. Nadia felt quite strange, and realised that it had been so long since Jason had fucked her, that these two girls were really turning her on as fun rather than food.
They sat down at the table and the girls worked their magic on Nadia's three hundred year old face. It only looked thirty. She particularly enjoyed it when Lana slipped open the robe to wax her bikini line very thoroughly. Nadia was sure she could see the little trickle of juice sneaking out of her own quim. At one point she was convinced that Lana had deliberately stroked her pussy without any hypnotic encouragement.
When they had finished, even with the air conditioners working hard, it was hot and Nadia suggested to the girls that they might wish to join her in the Jacuzzi to cool off.
"We'd love to," said Mandy, clearly sinking beneath Nadia's spell " But we didn't bring any bathers".
"Don't worry," Nadia smiled, dropping the robe. "We're all women. We can bath naked."
