My kind of deal; just what I was looking for: cheap-ass entertainment.

           

            The smell hit me as soon as I walked through the doors. Every stroke shop I’ve ever been in has the same nasty funk hanging in the air, soaked into the woodwork - a gagging combination of dry, stale cum uneasily mingling with huge quantities of bleach and topped off with clouds of cigarette smoke; all of that fighting to be noticed under a hefty veil of depressing creepiness. At least the air conditioning was turned on,

 

I steeled myself, ignored the odor and moved past the blow-up doll displays, the racks of sex toys, the greasy, fingerprint-smeared glass counters full of colorful liquids and gels and condom packets. Nodded to the bored pierced, tattooed twenty-something’s lounging behind the counter, whose torn thrift-shop attire and purple and blue-dyed hair guaranteed them a life of great minimum-wage gigs just like this one. One of the two, an emaciated girl who was pulling off a great impression of a serious heroin addict, ignored me completely. Her companion glared at me sullenly, like I was going to try to shoplift a dildo or maybe, more likely, because I looked too much like his dad. I grinned and found the DVD’s for rent, racks of porn shelved along the walls and lined up on homemade shelving units in haphazard rows just past a pair of sensor alarm gates, a ton of smut tucked comfortably away in a room the size of a small warehouse.

           

            I took my time picking out my movies, going for the absolutely nastiest hardcore I could find, not wanting to really touch anything. Thank God for all that bleach. Even so, the CD jackets felt and looked greasy; and then I remembered the junkie-punks lounging at the counter, and guessed I knew how motivated they probably were to keep everything clean and germ free. I made sure to hold the movies like I would a dead skunk, using the tips of my fingers. I found an anal gang-bang orgy (‘Two hours of hardcore DP penetration!), a best-of chicks-with-dicks, a couple of rough sex sets and one or two seriously disturbing anime titles, tossed my choices on the counter. Heroin Girl had disappeared. Her buddy was eating a cold cheeseburger that might have been a day old, licking ketchup off his fingers and watching a video monitor, a movie with several couples humping in fast-forward. They looked a bit like bunnies fucking. Junkie-Boy roused himself enough to pause whatever he was screening, set me up with a rental account, drop my DVD’s into a black plastic bag and take my money. Then he went back to his choice of dinner theater. Heroin Girl was outside smoking a cigarette as I left. I smiled at her.

           

            “You have a nice day,” I said.

           

            She gave me a dose of full-on, disdainful punk-rock attitude, and wrinkled up her nose at me. I wondered if maybe I smelled like I’d been squirted by that imaginary dead skunk.  “Fuck-off, scumbag.”

           

            She took a last drag and flicked her smoldering butt into the gravel alongside a few dozen other dead cigarettes; ground it out under the heel of her heavy Doc Martin boot. She rolled her eyes theatrically, and I watched her grumble while she clunked all the way back to the counter to not do her crappy job some more. Tough life, I thought. Then I shrugged, got in my car and drove home through the heat to my air-conditioned house and my DVD player.

           

***

 

Twenty minutes later, I was naked and spread-eagled on the couch with my mouth open and my chin drooping onto my chest, bored to tears. I understood why Junkie-Boy in the porn shop was fast-forwarding through his movie. I had one of my hard-chosen video picks on, my limp dick in one hand and the remote in the other, watching some young dyed-blonde bitch with huge fake tits unenthusiastically blow-jobbing her way through twenty or thirty guys (who all seemed to be having the same case of erectile dysfunction that I was currently having) when the phone rang. I did the same thing the kid at the store did when I interrupted him: I hit pause on the remote. Then I answered the phone.

 

            “Hello?” I croaked.

 

            “Um, Grove? Is that you?” A soft female voice; musical and smooth like honey. It sounded vaguely familiar.

 

            “Uh-huh…” I mumbled, still trying to place the voice.

 

“This is Elizabeth. You remember?”

 

            Oh God, I thought. Elizabeth. An old friend of my last girlfriend, April, from time gone by; I’d met her once or twice, but April hadn’t seen much of Elizabeth since she married some uber-buff, male-model looking, upwardly-mobile freak of nature and stopped hanging out with anybody who either wasn’t in the beautiful people crowd or who didn’t earn half-a-million bucks a year. I half-remembered a crazily exotic, gorgeous woman, and guilty visions of wide, almond shaped eyes, thick brown hair, rich caramel skin and lush curves washed through my head. I fully remembered feelings of total and complete inadequacy the few times I’d been around her. Thanks to the images assaulting my senses, the skanky blonde frozen on my television screen suddenly morphed into a composite version of the Elizabeth I was seeing in my head.

 

            My throat went dry, and my dick actually, finally, twitched. “Yeah…yeah, of course I remember…”

 

            I swear I could almost hear her grinning through the phone. “Cool. I’d hate to think you’d forget me.”

 

            “No chance,” I said, the words sounding like crunchy shards of glass.

 

            “Ah, you’re still a sweetie, aren’t you?”

 

Sweetie, she said. All of a sudden, I was getting a little light-headed. I managed a laugh. “If you say so.”

 

She laughed too. More honey, dripping. The sound sent a shiver down my back. “Is April around?” she asked.

 

“Um, no…  She’s been living in Europe, with her folks. Sorry.”

 

“Europe? So…what about you guys?”

 

“Yeah,” I said. “Things just, you know…didn’t last.”

 

Oh. Well… Shit. I’m sorry. I was going to invite her to this…party I was having Friday night.”

 

“That’s too bad. I’m sure she would’ve liked to go.” I didn’t know what else to say. There was a long, pregnant pause. I listened to the crackling void on the other end of the phone line, and I had the sinking feeling that our strained little conversation was over. Then Liz surprised me.

 

“Hey, well, how would you like to come, Grove?”

 

I blinked. “Really?”

 

“Yeah. I know it’s kind of late notice, and it’s…a little silly, I guess, kind of a girlie thing, you know? I mean, you might not be interested, but I need to bring someone…” She drifted off.

 

For a second, I wondered why she was asking me to come, not her husband. But that thought lasted the blink of an eye; if it meant seeing Liz again, there was no way I was going to refuse. I was honestly kind of curious anyway. And besides, my dick was harder than it’d been all morning, even after watching five bucks worth of porn. I didn’t have any big plans for Friday. What did I have to lose?

 

“What kind of ‘girlie thing’ are we talking about?” I asked.

 

She laughed again, nervously, I thought. I wondered what about talking to me could make Liz nervous. “It’s kind of…a…a lingerie party.”

 

My turn to laugh. Liz stayed quiet. I blinked, waited a beat before answering with a dumbfounded, “You’re kidding, right?”

 

Liz sighed on the other end of the line, then, matter-of-factly, “No.”

 

“You want me to come to a lingerie party.”

 

“Yeah, if you want….I mean, I know it sounds weird, but I promised there would be a bunch of us, and most of the girls I know are going to be there, but…” She paused, took a breath. “You know, you don’t have to buy anything if you don’t want to, but you could get a gift for April, and there’s going to be some stuff for guys too…leopard skin underwear, stuff like that…”

 

I chewed it over. Thought about maybe being the only guy in a roomful of tipsy, scantily-clad women. Thought about what April was going to say when she found out.

 

I made up my mind. I was in. “Hey, sure Liz. It’ll be fun.”

 

“Really?” She sounded almost relieved. “You’ll come?”

 

“Yeah, I…”

 

“That’s great! Everybody’s going to get here about eight. Here let me give you my phone number and the directions to my house…”

 

“Okay, hold on and let me find a pen…”

 

I sat up and scribbled some notes on the back of my video receipt. Liz thanked me again, and we both hung up. I sat there with the phone in my lap for a long minute. Then I grinned and went back to my movie, and this time I didn’t have any trouble getting it up.

 

***

 

“No shit?”

 

            It was the next afternoon, Thursday, and I was eating lunch with my buddy Andre at a cheap mexi-café we liked, seated outside at a curbside table under a canvas umbrella. Andre was finishing up a taco platter; I was snacking on a huge, spicy pile of cheese and salsa dripping nachos.

 

            I nodded, popped a jalapeno pepper in my mouth and chewed happily, savoring the oily burn. I’d just filled Andre in on yesterday’s events. He’d met Elizabeth once, after April and I bought our home, at our housewarming party. A long time ago, it seemed. I could see from his eyes that he had the same memories of her that I did. I grinned and wiped my hands on my napkin while I confirmed the question.

 

“Yep. The whole truth, brotha. No shit.”

 

            Andre leaned back. The aluminum chair under his big ass squeaked and groaned. He adjusted his Yankees cap, wiped fingers down his wiry goatee, shook his head.

 

“Damn, man. Shit like this isn’t fair. I knew that girl was a shark the minute I laid eyes on her.” He crossed his arms, chewed on his lip. “How come she invited you? Does that tall mocha drink dig the white boy cream?”

 

            I shrugged and sipped cold beer. The burn receded to a constant, pleasant tingle at the back of my tongue. “Hell if I know.”

 

            “You know, if she finds out – and you know she’s gonna – April’s gonna eat you alive if any shit happens.”

 

            “She will even if nothing happens.” I said, digging back into the pile of chips. “I’ll just cross my fingers. But nothing’s going to happen, you know, Liz is married, man, to some dude way out of my league.”

 

            “Doesn’t matter,” Andre waved that comment on by. “You said it didn’t sound like he’d be around anyway, right? You get there, all that pussy spread out on the couch and what-not; they’ll all be drinking wine, getting’ all tipsy and giggly, next thing you know they’ll be trying on the frilly panties and shit, modeling for you…then, BAM! You’ll be on the floor, humping away; drunk, horny bitches lined up to be fuckin’ you…”

 

            I snorted. “Right.”

 

            “Look, Grove,” he pointed a finger at my cell phone. “Reg and I’ll be at Tin’s club tomorrow night, maxin’ with Barry and his boys.”

 

“They’re playing?” I asked. We’d known Barry from way back. He’d been a fixture on the local music scene since we were all in college together. Now he was heading up some retro-funk band that had been scaring up some hot press lately.

 

“Yeah. Tin’s isn’t too far from where you’re gonna be, right? Only what – ten, fifteen minutes away? Anyway, you need some help handling all that pussy, you call us.” Andre leered, showing off a mouthful of big white teeth. He picked up his last taco and poured half a bottle hot sauce over it. “An’ we’ll come a’ runnin’.”

 

“Thanks, man. I appreciate that.”

 

“You bet, baby, you bet. Anything for a friend. Right, homeboy?” Andre took a huge bite. Half the taco disappeared. He chewed, bobbing his head in time to a reggae song pouring out of the café’s outside speaker system. “I’m mister thoughtful, you know that.”

 

***

 

I was running late Friday night. Got off work late and immediately got stuck in a massive snarl of traffic. Bumper to bumper for as far as the eye could see. I veered off the freeway at the closest exit to my house, stopped for a quick burger at a fast food drive-through, got stuck behind a soccer-mom’s van that was idling, belching black smoke. When I finally pulled back out into the streets, I opened my bag of food, only to discover the goon at the window got my order all wrong. Fuck it – I didn’t have time to go back and complain. I grumbled, but scarfed the shit down anyway, and took side streets the rest of the way home. Parked in the driveway and ran inside at twenty-to-eight, grabbed a quick shower, dressed, checked myself in the full-length mirror in the bedroom, frowned, dressed again. By the time I pulled up at Liz’s curb, it was a quarter past, and the street around her house was full of expensive luxury cars. I found a spot a ways up the hill, parked, beeped my car locked, and walked back, carrying a bottle of decent wine I’d picked up during my lunch hour.

 

It was clear that Liz and her husband liked their privacy. Their house was big and old, set far back from the road on a good-sized chunk of real estate. The thing must’ve cost a fortune. Leafy, box-trimmed hedges surrounded the large, fresh-cut, forest green lawn, isolating the house further from the neighbors. All the lights inside were turned on. I opened the rod-iron gate and went down the front path to the door, rang the bell. Made sure my reflection looked good while the chime gonged somewhere deep in the house.

 

I was about to ring again when a lock clicked open, and I heard that magic voice, the honey muffled behind the heavy wood door. Then the door opened, and Liz was there, smiling at me, smothering me with a wave of pure physical force. She was wearing a simple black dress that hugged every perfect curve, black silk stockings, and polished black stiletto heels. She nonchalantly tugged a flopped-down spaghetti strap back over a shapely, nut-brown shoulder and pulled me inside.

 

“Grove! I didn’t think you were going to make it!” She said, and pushed the door gently closed. It clicked shut.

 

I grinned sheepishly. “Yeah, sorry about that. Work…you know?”

 

She shook her head. Long silver baubles dangled from her earlobes, diamonds flashed in the light. Her dark eyes sparkled.

 

“No,” she laughed, “not really.”

 

“Here,” I said, and awkwardly held out the bottle of wine. “I brought this for you.”

 

            She took the bottle and smiled, barely looked at it. Her eyes were still on mine.

 

“Oh, baby, you didn’t need to do that.”

 

“Well, you know, it’s a party and all…”

 

She stepped close and hugged me. Her hair was cut shorter than I remembered, curling in waves close to her neck. A wispy brown lock tickled my nose, and felt her breath warm at the side of my throat. I hugged her back, feeling her body press tight against me. I got that lightheaded feeling again, and my dick began tingling, got harder than it had been during any of my recent jack-off time. I caught a whiff of perfume, sweet and subtle, that I barely referenced past my sudden sensory overload. There was something else in the air too, sharp and pungent, smelling like cinnamon; candles, or incense, maybe.

 

We parted, and she took a second, looked me up and down. “You haven’t changed a bit, have you?” she asked.

 

I wasn’t too sure how to take that, but she looked approving. “I guess not.”

 

“You look good enough to eat…” She smiled. Then she took my arm, wrapped it up in hers. “C’mon, let’s go introduce you to the girls…”

 

***

           

Liz walked me to the living room and made her introductions. I nodded as she ticked off the names she was telling me, making an effort to match names with faces, and even managing to remember a few. Andre about had it right: there were maybe twenty gorgeous women; some younger, some older, all dressed to the hilt, sipping wine and fruity mixed drinks. They were sitting in a loose semi-circle, on the sofa and in chairs; all positioned facing another, extremely busty older woman, primly dressed in a close-fitted business suit and skirt. She looked like she’d just stepped out of a Vanity Fair spread. Boxes and bags of things were spread out on the coffee table and tucked around her feet. Each of the ladies smiled appraisingly at me. I almost felt like I was dessert, just being brought out after a tasty meal.

 

            “So,” I said, glancing around. “Where’s uh, what’s his name…”

 

            “Doug?”

 

            That was pretty boy’s name. “Yeah, Doug.”

 

“Oh, he won’t be coming home.” Liz waved away the subject, instead asked, “Can I get you something to drink?”

 

            “Um, sure. Anything’s okay.”

 

            She flitted over to the bar, came back with a glass of something cold. Latched right back onto my arm. “Here, try it.”

 

            Every eye was still on me. I was definitely starting to feel like I was on display, definitely the odd man out. “Uh, cheers,” I said, and took a tentative sip. The drink was sweet, with a slight tang of alcohol and an almost bitter undercurrent of something I couldn’t place. For a second, I had a crazy feeling, remembering the old Agatha Christie type mysteries, where the detective has solved the murder, declaring death by poisoning, and goes on to describe how arsenic was supposed to taste, like bitter almonds. “Mm,” I mumbled, pushing the paranoid thought away. “That’s pretty good.”

 

            It was like a sigh of acceptance passed through the room. Liz smiled up at me. My head was absolutely swimming, being this close to her.

 

            The older woman with all the packages licked her red painted lips with the corner of a tiny pink tongue. She patted her silver hair, made sure it was in place, pulled back in a severe bun. She winked at me. “Well,” she said. “Let’s make our guest comfortable and get started, shall we?”

 

            Next to me, still clinging to my arm, Liz almost curtsied. “Of course, Sarah. Sorry, all.” She turned to me, whispered, “Here, sit by me.”

 

            I let Liz pull me to the couch. The two women sitting there shifted to make room. A blonde in her early twenties patted the cushion next to her hip, smiled invitingly. We sat down. Liz set the bottle of wine in a bucket of ice on the table, and I wondered how much wine they’d already gone through. I wiggled in between the blonde and Liz, suddenly enjoying the press of warm female bodies next to me. I looked around; found that I was still the center of attention: the ladies stared and demurely sipped their drinks; the blonde who’d scooted over to make room smiled and practically nuzzled up next to me. Liz put her hand possessively on my thigh, and I almost jumped. She patted my leg, and I noticed that she wasn’t wearing her wedding ring.

 

            I blinked, wondering…

 

The woman named Sarah clapped her hands, and all the attention immediately snapped back in her direction. “Back to business,” she said, smiled sweetly, and opened the bag sitting in front of her, rooted around. Tissue paper rustled. I took another sip of my drink, caught some of the women glancing at me out of the corner of their eyes. I raised my eyebrows, got more smiles. The blonde, I think her name was Kate, shifted, and her breast brushed my elbow. I tried to shrink my six-foot-two self into a smaller space and failed. Her breast stayed where it was. It was a nice, soft breast. Even so, I moved slightly closer to Liz, who started gently petting the inside of my leg. The blonde scooted closer, her big, soft boob again connecting with my elbow.

 

I swallowed hard.

 

There was a quiet murmur around the room, and all the attention focused back towards the front, to Sarah. “Okay, our first item would look fantastic on our new friend tonight, I think…” Sarah smiled my way as she said that, and held up a pair of heavy padded leather handcuffs.

 

            “Holy shit,” I whispered. The blonde took my free arm and pressed my hand to her leg. I stared, and then took another slug from my glass as Liz’s hand found my crotch and continued its slow, steady petting.

 

***

           

Forty-five minutes later, I was working on my fourth or fifth drink. I was tipsy enough to have lost count. Most of the bags and boxes were empty, I was horny as all hell, and my head was reeling. I wondered why; the drinks didn’t seem all that strong. Women had disappeared into the bedrooms, come back wearing skimpy silk and lace outfits, each one with less material than the last. Women drank and laughed while teasing me with little buzzing clit-stimulators and huge strap-on vibrators. The blonde next to me, Kate, was now naked except for a white satin push-up bra and a pair of crotchless panties. I knew they were crotchless because my fingertips were exploring and told me so. Sarah had taken off her suit top and skirt, and she was now standing with a small riding crop, modeling the black corset and stockings she’d had on underneath her clothes. She wore the outfit like an old pro. Liz was still in her dress, except both the straps were down off her shoulders now, and to me she looked sexier than any of the other ladies who were parading around in their new undies. She had her arm around my shoulder. She and Kate were both brazenly nuzzling my neck; Liz’s wandering hand had long since found the zipper to my pants and had disappeared inside; Blondie had unbuttoned most of my shirt, and was tickling my chest with her fingernails. I could see Sarah smiling at me with a wicked gleam in her eye. She smacked the tough leather crop down hard into her palm, and I jumped. Other eyes were beginning to turn our way…

 

The sensation around my crotch was driving me out of my mind. Liz had me hard as a rock. Andre’s voice was playing over-and-over, like a loop reel in my head, ‘…next thing you know they’ll be trying on the frilly shit, modeling it for you…then, BAM! You’ll be on the floor, humping away…’

 

“Whooo,” I muttered. “Need to use the bathroom, I think.”

 

Kate pouted as I extracted my hand from between her legs. Liz paused, gave me that seductive smile again, pointed. “Upstairs, first door on the left.”

 

“’Kay,” I said. “Back in a minute.”

 

“You hurry.”

 

“Oh, yeah.” I nodded.

 

I excused myself and carefully wandered up the stairs, using the banister to steady myself. My head was spinning badly. I rounded the corner, found the bathroom. My dick was hanging out of my open pants, pointing straight out at an angle. I washed my hands and rinsed my face with cold water. I thought about what was going to happen when I want back downstairs, and stared at my dripping face in the mirror, realizing the blood pressure pounding through my dick wasn’t letting up. I was getting more than a little panicked. Shit, I thought. This isn’t natural. Did Liz drug me?

 

Carefully, I left the bathroom and snuck a look around the corner, used my cell phone to zoom in and snap a picture. I crept back into the bathroom and shut the door, sat on the edge of the bathtub, called Andre. He answered on the second ring. I could hear a crowd, but no music. I guessed he was already at the club, but it was still too early for the band to have started.

 

“Hey mutherfucker,” he shouted over the noise. “’Was’up? Where you at?”

 

“Dude, I’m here.” I hissed.

 

“Where?”

 

I shook my head. He sounded drunker than I felt, but I knew it was more an act for the benefit of whoever was at the bar around him. Andre didn’t drink anything except mineral water. He thought everything else was poison aimed at the righteous black man.

 

“I’m at that party I was telling you about.”

 

It took him a beat. “The bitch party?”

 

“Yeah.”

 

“Sssshhhiiiiit. You bangin’ yet?”

 

“Andre, shut up, dammit. I need your help.”

 

“Boy, a real man in yo’ place wouldn’t need no help.” He laughed.

 

I groaned. “Man, I’m not Captain Jim-fucking-Kirk, alright?”

 

More laughter.

 

“Look, I’m sending you a picture. Check it out. I’m trapped here with a couple dozen drunk, freaky women, and as cool as that sounds, I’m not eighteen fucking years old anymore, you know what I’m saying? I need some god-damn, dick-swinging help here, right now!”

 

I could hear Reg in the background, asking what was up. Andre was laughing so hard he could barely talk. “Shit, man, I was just fuckin’ around wit’ you, Grove, you know you my boy…”

 

I cut him off. “Just look at the damn picture. Okay? You remember the address?”

 

“Well, yeah. Yeah, homeboy, but…”

 

“Good. Hurry.”

 

I disconnected the line, mailed off the picture. As soon as it was sent, I stood, pocketed the phone and opened the bathroom door. I stepped out into the hall, right in front of a tidal wave of drunk and horny womanhood, surging up the stairs. Sarah and Liz led the charge. They stopped barely a foot away from me. Sarah ran the tip of her riding crop up and down my chest.

 

“Well, well. We thought you ran away.”

 

“Oh, no,” I said, as I was surrounded by the flow of curvaceous, scantily clad bodies. “I was just coming back to join the party.”

 

“That’s very sweet. Liz told me you were a sweet boy.” Sarah smiled, and her eyes no longer held that bright, mischievous quality I thought I’d seen early. Now they looked…hungry.

 

“Yeah, well…” I started. Small, warm hands were slowly touching me, running all over. I noticed Liz take my hand, felt a thick leather strap wrap around my wrist. “Hey, now! Uh, look, why don’t we go back down and…”

 

“I don’t think so, sweet boy.”

 

Sarah looked at Liz, who buckled the leather handcuffs tight. I was pushed and pulled over backwards. I lost my balance and fell into the mass of flesh, and then they were all over me. I struggled, but they pinned me to the floor and easily pulled my arms up over my head, tightened the straps of another cuff on my other arm, and then they started ripping at my clothes. I freaked. Started to yell, and Sarah nodded to Liz. She knelt by my head, I looked at her pleadingly, and when I opened my mouth, she stuffed a hard rubber ball inside, then wrapped it in a leather gag and buckled it around my head. My shoes and socks were pulled off, my pants and underwear followed fast, and my shirt was torn to shreds. Hungry, lusting eyes stared at me from above. More cuffs were clamped around my ankles. Sarah straddled my naked body, lightly stroked my swollen cock with her whip. The damn thing throbbed and twitched as she probed at it.

 

“We’ve come to bring the…party…to you.”

 

***

 

Andre snapped his flip-phone shut, slapped it down on the counter, feeling a little bit pissed at his best friend. He remembered Elizabeth, all right, remembered how fine she was, and he just couldn’t figure why Grove sounded so upset. Reg was sitting on the barstool opposite, staring at him, waiting for him to say something. On stage, Barry and the band were just getting their equipment set up, getting ready for their sound check.

 

            “What?”

 

            “Dunno.” Andre shrugged. “Homeboy’s nuts, man.”

 

            The sound tech in the upper booth called check; on stage, the band’s drummer lit into a groove, then Barry joined in with a heavy, rubbery base line. They sounded good-to-go to Andre. He was standing, ready to join the crowd already pushing up to the edge of the stage, but paused as his cell vibrated. Andre checked the phone’s screen: mail from Grove. He flipped open his phone, hit a button, and his jaw dropped.

 

            “What?” Reg repeated over the roar of the crowd. “What the fuck’s goin’ on?”

 

            “Look.”

 

Andre held out the phone. Reg squinted, blinked, looked up at Andre.

 

“That what I think it is?” he said.

 

Andre just nodded.

 

“We outta here?” Reg asked.

 

A beat, then they both nodded together.

 

“YO! BARRY!”

 

Andre cupped his hands around his mouth and bellowed while Reg wildly waved his arms. Barry glanced up, confused, spotted his friends and shrugged, as if to say, what?

“WE’LL CHECK YOU LATER, BRO!”

 

Then they were pushing out of the club, heading towards Andre’s car.

 

***

 

The women dragged me, kicking and squirming, down the hall to the large master bedroom. Liz opened the door, and they hauled me onto a king-size bed. A heavy plastic sheet crackled underneath me. They gathered around the bed, several of them spreading my arms and legs into a wide X-shape. They cuffed my wrists to a heavy iron headboard and my legs to strong iron posts below. They hushed as Sarah straddled my legs, positioned her hips over my knees. She flicked the leather thong at the tip of her riding at my nipples, stinging. She used it to caress me, slid the tip along my jaw.

 

“Now, Sweet,” she whispered. “Don’t be frightened. You’ve been chosen, just for this, specially, by my dear Elizabeth.”

 

Liz smiled vacantly. Like there was nobody home.

 

Sarah slid forward, easing herself over my throbbing cock.

 

“Do you like that, Sweet?” Sarah hissed through clenched teeth. “Don’t you like being so hard?” She reached between her legs and grabbed me, pulling my shaft towards warm, moist lips. “Just a little special powder that dear Elizabeth slipped into your drinks, so you’ll be able to pleasure us for hours and hours.”

 

I closed my eyes as she sank onto me, wiggling like a snake, her pussy taking me in, inch by inch. A low hum filled the room, and I opened my eyes. Sarah had her whip in one hand, balled into a tiny fist and braced on my chest; the other was busy untying the red satin ribbon binding her corset closed. Her eyes were closed tight, a look of pure rapture etched on her smooth face. In the dim light, her pale skin shined like porcelain. Liz knelt on the bed at the left side of my head, eyes closed, her body swaying slightly. She stroked my hair. The hem of her dress was pulled up over her hips, her fingers lightly rubbing her between her thighs. Blondie was on my right, and she’d taken a different approach: she’d pressed her body against the wall by my trapped hand and jammed my fingers into her pussy. Warm juice flowed down over my wrist. The other women around me chanted in a single, sing-song voice, their eyes flickering, bodies moving as one.

 

Above me, Sarah’s hips began a slow, serpentine writhing. She bent forward; mashing her heavy tits into my chest, the soft muscles in her pussy squeezing and releasing my cock as she moved. Her lips grazed my neck, nibbled gently at the hollow of my throat. She opened her eyes and smiled, whipped my side with her crop. I grunted into the gag and my entire body lurched up off the bed with the sudden, stinging pain. She whipped me again, and again, from side to side, each lash stinging, making me twist under her, try to flinch away, but it just drove me further up inside her.

 

“Move, sweet boy. Move with me…”

 

She kept her face level with mine, one hand grabbing my throat, choking me; she hit me harder and faster, until I was bucking spasmodically underneath her, my cock driving up into her pussy. She grunted with effort, and her eyes seemed to cloud over with pleasure as she hurt me, relishing my pain, whipping me into a frenzy.

 

“That’s it…” she moaned softly, “Ummm…so big and hard…,” Her voice changed, dropped to a hiss, a whisper, “You know Sweet, dear Elizabeth slipped you a tiny bit of a very strong drug in each of your drinks…mmmm…that’s it, right…there…mmm, just like that, Sweet…that’s…beautiful…” She gasped and dug her red fingernails into the soft skin of my neck. She swallowed me completely inside, sucking me fully into her warm, juicy cunt. She squirmed happily, rubbing her round bottom on my groin. “Each drink had a large enough dose to make you stay hard and lively for all of us to enjoy you, no matter how many times we decide to take you. Isn’t that wonderful? Mmmmmmm…ohhh…”

 

She licked a finger, ran it down my forehead, over my cheek, and tickled the gag in my mouth. Wiped away the spit oozing down my face; licked her fingers clean. She laughed and began grinding, moving harder and faster, raking her nails over my chest and shoulders hard enough to draw blood. I groaned and cried out, the sounds completely muffled. Sarah fucked me slowly, her whip always working, turning my sides a beet red. Tears of paid and frustration joined the saliva pooling on the plastic under my head, but my dick seemed to have a mind of its own, throbbing painfully with ever tiny squeeze from her pussy.

 

When Sarah finally began to peak, the chanting around us rose to a crescendo. Most of the women I could see were openly masturbating. Sarah pushed away from me, arched her spine and threw her head back. She howled towards the ceiling, her huge tits bouncing, her butt grinding and slapping against my thighs. I fought and fought the urge to cum, but she finally won. She came with a long, sharp cry, her pussy clenching me so hard that I exploded with her, pumping thick white streams of cum, just as her hot juice ran and dribbled down my belly and thighs. Sarah collapsed on top of me, breathing hard, and I heard other women climax as well. I lay still, my cock still hard; aching and buried deep, moisture dripping onto the plastic sheet under my ass.

 

Minutes passed, and when Sarah sat up again, through the muted light, I could swear her eyes had turned to dark slits.

 

Sarah paused for a moment, distracted, like she was listening for something only she could hear, then smiled and turned to two of the younger women. “Well, well. Susan, Tabitha – it seems that Elizabeth’s friend here has taken it on himself to invite more guests. Most unexpected, but…they are just now arriving. Why don’t you go and greet them, offer them refreshments before bringing them back here, hmm?”

 

I could hear the girls mumble, “Of course, Mistress.” Then I heard Elizabeth’s doorbell chiming - once, twice - quietly, as if from very far away; and then the soft patter of the girls’ footsteps receding down the hall.

 

And while Sarah turned her attention back to me, through a blurry haze of drugs and pain, I wondered what the hell I’d gotten myself and my friends into.

 

***

 

“There, that’s it.”

 

            Andre drove past the house, hunting for a place to park. That was the address, for sure, her thought, and damn, Grove wasn’t kidding about the party being packed. There were cars lined up halfway up and down the block. He cruised up a short hill, spotted Grove’s car.

 

“Lookie-lookie,” Andre hummed, tapping the steering wheel with his thumb. “Grove even saved a space for us…” How was that for luck? He pulled a fast u-turn, parked right behind Grove’s old Beamer, then they got out and walked.

 

“Damn, will you look at this shit?” Reg whistled when they got close. The house stank of big money.

 

“Yeah, I know what you mean.” Andre noticed all the lights were on. “Looks like the party’s still happenin’, Yo.”

 

They followed the walkway to the porch, tapped the doorbell twice. Andre listened to the chime, deep inside, kept humming, feeling loose and horny, remembering the roomful of tiny, half-naked women in the picture Grove sent. Reg kept staring, soaking in the size of the place.

 

***

 

“That’s a good, sweet boy,” Sarah hissed, after the girls had gone. “You’ve given up your seed, as you were chosen to do. And now…”

 

Sarah grabbed her crop in both hands, and pulled hard. A tiny, silver knife slipped from its sheath hidden in the handle of the whip, and my eyes went wide. I tried to scream and shake my head no…no, please, no!; but Liz wrapped a fist in my hair, holding me still. The gleaming blade bit deep, sliced a jagged oval from my naval past my nipples. Fresh blood spurted, mingling with the blood still oozing from the scratches Sarah’s fingernails had dug into my skin. I screamed into the gag and thrashed like a madman. My limbs were still buckled tight, and I flopped uselessly around on the bed. Sarah bent and lapped at the warm, sticky blood flowing from the shallow gash she’d carved.

 

Then, with a sickening, gurgling laugh, Sarah lifted her head to mock my screams, and finally, she showed me her true face.

 

I stared, horrified, at the thing that was Sarah, as her ruby lips blackened and peeled away over glistening needle sharp fangs; her tongue rolled out, long and bloated and covered with bristles that stuck like barbs in my skin, ripping away thin strips of skin as she began to feed. All around me, the women were changing: their smooth, creamy skin giving way to pale, scaly, dead flesh. Round eyes turned to black slits, fingers to claws. And hovering just above me, April’s friend, Elizabeth: the beautiful Elizabeth; bending close, brutally mashing my head to the side, grinning obscenely as her lovely smile distended; hot saliva dripped from the yawning pit of her mouth, burning on my cheek as her jagged teeth tore at my throat…

 

***

 

When the door finally opened, both Andre and Reg thought they’d died and gone to heaven. They were greeted by two phenomenal looking bitches swishing twin crystal drinking glasses that were brimming with scotch poured over chipped ice, and they were decked out in some of the skimpiest, sexiest bra’s and panties Andre had ever seen outside of a magazine.

 

They were still standing there staring, goggle-eyed and open-mouthed, when the girls made the first move. One smiled at Reg, the other at Andre. Without uttering a word, the girls batted their eyes, handed the dumbfounded men the drinks, then took them by the arm and whisked them inside. Reg automatically took a huge swig, downing half the drink in a gulp. The girl on his arm looked on approvingly. Andre looked down at his glass, back at the girl smiling up at him.

 

“Well, hey. Thanks, girl. Mm, damn! What is this, whiskey? How did you know that’s just what I needed?”

 

The girl just kept on smiling. She snuggled close, pressed warm, luscious curves against him. She giggled and wiggled her eyebrows suggestively. “Try some.”

 

“Well, yeah, alright…,” Andre gulped at her touch, his crotch jumping to attention. “Let’s get this party started, huh?” Andre reluctantly sipped his drink, hating the booze’s smell, hating the burn of the alcohol as it trickled down his throat, hating the buzz he knew he was going to get from having even just this one glass; wishing to hell it was soda water. But everybody was watching and he didn’t want to play the fool, so he sipped anyway, and that’s when the little Asian cutie on his arm reached out, giggling, and tipped his glass straight up. Ice chips clunked against Andre’s teeth, and the amber liquid splashed down his throat, over his shirt.

 

He came up sputtering, eyes burning, staring at his ruined silk shirt. Reg and the tiny redhead clutching his arm laughed like it was the funniest damn thing they’d ever seen.

 

“Dammit, look at this shit,” he growled.

 

Reg was biting the lip of his glass, still snickering. “Yo, man. You s’posed to drink it. Like this…” He took another gulp, downed the rest of his drink, and turned to his girl. “That’s damn good, baby. Got any more?”

 

“Mm-hmm,” she teased, pulling him over to the bar by the stairwell. “Right over here…”

 

Andre futilely brushed at the alcohol dripping off his chin. The Asian cutie pouted for a second, then stepped closer when he ignored her. She gave him an impish little smile, and then started popping open his shirt buttons.

 

He took an involuntary step back as buttons bounced and scattered onto the polished floor. “Whoa – hey now…!”

 

The girl stared up into Andre’s eyes, her hands massaging his bare chest. “Why don’t you just finish the rest of that, and then come upstairs with me and we’ll get you out of these wet clothes?”

 

“Um, okay…” He mumbled.

 

Andre took a last swig, swallowed with a wince. Then he let her take his hand, and found himself following her up the stairs, staring at her swishing ass. Reg and his girl were already halfway up, Reg stumbling a little, playfully pulling at her panties, the girl not doing much to stop him.

 

Andre’s eyes still stung. His vision blurred and he blinked hard, trying to clear it. The girl’s ass faded in and out. He realized he was about to get laid. Unbelievable. He hoped he wouldn’t have a hard time breaking out the condoms. He tried to think of something witty to say, to help break the tension. Came up with a lame, “So, Baby? What’s your name?”

 

She peeked over her shoulder. “Tabitha.”

 

“Tabitha…” Andre mumbled. He was already feeling a little bit juiced. That was some strong shit she made me guzzle, he thought. “We, uh, we were here to meet up with a friend of ours, a dude named Grover…er, well, he goes by Grove. White boy, but big, tall, you know? Played ball wit’ him back in school in the day…”

 

He was babbling. Shit felt all wrong, he needed some time to sort things out, get through the bleary haze that had taken over most of his skull. Tabitha seemed to notice he was hesitating, took him by the hand. “He’s right up here, sweetheart, in the bedroom with everybody else.”

 

“Oh, okay,” he nodded, as she pulled him on down the hall. “Hey – you say ‘sweetheart’?”

 

            For an answer, Tabitha gave him another enigmatic look, a look that sent his blood pounding.

 

Reg and his girl disappeared into a doorway, through which eager, female faces peeked out. Andre felt his crotch give him a push, felt it taking over, losing control. He was blinking hard now, lurching a little from side-to-side, when Tabitha guided him through the doorway.

 

Andre dropped her hand and glanced around. He shook his head, still trying to clear his vision. It wasn’t working, just making the back of his skull pound. The room started spinning. He closed his eyes and stopped dead, right inside the doorway. Hands reached for him, pulled him partway into the room, yanked at his wet, stained shirt, began unbuckling his pants. He groaned happily, enjoying the beginnings of his erection. The first thing he noticed, when he opened his eyes again, was Reg, completely surrounded by about six hot bitches that were pushing him to the floor, literally ripping off his clothes. Reg was giggling like a girl, halfway naked already, playfully biting at a pair of hard pink nipples swaying just out of his reach.

 

“Holy crap.”

 

Andre felt hands on his hips and looked down at Tabitha, who was kneeling in front of his crotch, pushing his pants down around his ankles. His cock sprung out, almost smacked her in the face. She wrapped him up in a tiny little fist, started pumping. When her lips touched him, Andre heard himself groan with pleasure.

 

He looked back down noticed the floor, some kind of funky carpet…no, not carpet, more like…plastic wrap, spread all over …?

 

Before he could think about what that meant any further, a half dozen women circled him. Fingers ran through his short, spiky dreadlocks. Hands played with his shoulders, his chest, pinched his ass. The crowd of women parted, and Andre glimpsed a hot-looking old bitch, riding the life out of some lucky dude tied to the bed. The dude’s legs and feet quivering, strapped to the headboard by the wrists, his hands knotted into fists clenched so hard the tendons stood out in his forearms. Andre saw something familiar, squinted to get a better look. A tattoo on one of the dude’s forearms, of some Muppet character – just like the one that Grove had done back in high school…

 

The fact took a moment to register. Then Andre called to his friend.

 

“Grove?”

 

            The woman straddling Grove turned and growled at the interruption, gnashing wickedly sharp teeth, wiping at a red smear dribbling down her chin. Another face that Andre recognized looked up as well, and he gasped. Elizabeth – or what passed for Elizabeth now. Both women were covered in blood; blood that was still weakly spurting from Grove’s skinned chest. Bare bone shone under crimson stained gristle. Grove’s body twitched spasmodically; free of Elizabeth’s grip, his head lolled forward, his eyes rolled back in their sockets, focused, then came to rest on Andre.

 

            Grove moaned wetly, whispered through bloody foam, “Help me…”

 

 Andre’s eyes popped open, his vision suddenly very clear. And then, Reg started screaming. Andre turned to see his friend being eaten alive…

 

            “Oh, holy fucking shit! Reg…”

 

            Andre felt needle sharp teeth bite into the thick muscles of his shoulders. Something hissed down by his groin, and he squealed in pain, jerked backwards as Tabitha bit into his penis, tearing away a mouthful of the organ with a spray of blood. Andre grabbed at his wounded manhood, tangled his feet in his pants and fell into the hall. He tried to crawl away from the horror, clawing at the thick carpet, mewling like a kitten. But strong hands grabbed him by the ankles and pulled him back into the bedroom. He struggled, but it was useless. Women covered him and he was flipped over, held easily in place on the floor as Reg’s howls became fainter, turned into a weak gurgling.

 

            The old woman slithered off Grove’s supine body, stood over Andre as he whimpered in fear and pain. She knelt, straddling his hips, bared her teeth in a wide, gory smile.

 

            “Welcome,” she hissed in a voice that wasn't remotely human, “to the party.”

 

            Andre had time to scream, once. And then the women began to feed.

 

 

~ Fin ~

 

However,just as I was about to do so,a handsome young stud had walked right through me and over to Mary,who had looked at the male stranger with a smile on her face and asked,"Were you being followed?"

"No,I wasn't followed.I've made sure of that.",answered the handsome stranger,after he had placed his gentle hand on Mary's cheek and just before they had kissed each other ever so passionately on the lips.

Then,after he had undid her bikini top and placed his hand inside the bottom half of her swimsuit to carress her hot,wet pussy,Mary had allowed him to start licking on her firm breasts,placed her lips next to his ear and whispered,"Oooohhhh,yeeeessss!I want you to do it,Gene!I want you to fuck me like you would fuck your wife!"

That was when I had dropped the swimsuit,looked around the room and discovered that the visions were gone,causing me to realize that it must've been the food that I had eaten on the plane-ride over here.

However,just as I was about to go through my sister's stuff one more time,there was a knock at the door,causing little curious me to go over to the door,open it and see a stoic man hold up a police detective's badge and say,"Miss Lucy Saget,I'm Detective Jerry Boxleitner,NYPD Homicide.I just wanted to welcome you to our fair city,offer my sympathies for your loss and see if you were alright."

And then,after I had let out a sigh of relief,I had placed my hand on my chest and said,"Well,Detective.I do want to thank you for your welcome and sympathies.As for checking to see if I'm alright,you could plainly see that I am.Is there anything else I could help you with,Detective?"

"No,Ma'am.Not right now.",answered a concerned Jerry,after he had given me a card with his name on it."But if you're able to come-up with anything else,just feel free to give me a call.The number is underneath my name."

But then,after he had lift the apartment and I had closed the door behind him,I had turned towards the box of Mary's stuff,took a deep breath and hope to God that I would never go through another one of those shocking visions again.

But after I had picked up one of her NYU text books,another vision had suddenly appeared before my eyes whether I want it to or not.

This time,it was inside a place that had looked exactly like a college professor's office and even though the words on the door were backwards,I was able to read the name--Gene Harden--and the title--Professor,NYU Sci-Med Department--on it.

Just then,there was a knock on the door and a voice from somewhere behind me had said,"Come on in!Door's open!"

And after the door had opened,I was shocked to discover Mary standing right in front of me with a nervous look on her face and asked,"Do you wish to see me,Professor Harden?"

"Yes,Miss Saget.I do wish to see you.",answered the mysterious voice,after I had turned around and discovered that it was the same Gene that she had that rendezvous on the beach in the last vision."Please,do come in and sit down."

And then,after she had stepped into the office,closed the door behind her and sat herself down in a chair in front of his desk,a small-smiling Gene had gotten out of his seat,walked over to my sister,placed his hands on her shoulders and said,"Now,Miss Saget.It has come to my attention that you were having some difficulty in understanding the attraction between a man and a woman.Am I corect?"

And after she had taken a deep breath,my poor reluctant sister had started tweedling her thumbs and answered,"Yes,Professor Harden.You see,while I was taking a short-cut to my next class,I had suddenly heard some strange sounds coming inside the music building.I've took a peek inside and discovered two of my classmates having sex with each other.At first,I've thought that you have to be married to allow such things to happen."

"Well,Miss Saget.That's where you were wrong.",said the understanding professor,after he had moved his hands down to my sister's very own breasts,which had suddenly became firm by his touch."You see,you really don't need to be married to hve sex with an adult male.And if you'll allow me to,I shall demonstrate that little theroy to you."

And with that,both my sister and her professor had kissed each other ever so passionately on the lips,just before they had taken all of their clothes off and placed their nude bodies on the floor and Gene had started licking all over Mary's body--all the way down to her hot,wet pussy and carressing her stiff mounds.

"Aaaahhhh!Professor Harden,what are you doing to me?Plase don't do this!I don't want it!Stop it!Oooohhh!Please,Gene!Don't stop!",said Mary,after she had placed her hands on Gene's bare shoulders."Yeeeessss!That's it!Do it,Gene!Touch me!Touch me there!Suck my wet pussy dry!Aaaahhhh!"

And while I was watching them having sex with one another,I had suddenly noticed the look on Mary's face that was suggesting that she was experiencing something that she had never experienced with anyone other than herself before,for she was experiencing pure and untamed erotica...and enjoying every minute of it.

Just then,after he had placed his stiff cock inside her asshole and used each of his hands to carress both her tits and snatch,a sexually-energized Mary had placed her hands on Gene's bare arms and yelled,"AAAAHHHH,YES!THAT'S IT!DO IT,YOU PIECE-OF-SHIT!FUCK ME!I WANT YOU TO FUCK ME!MAKE ME WANNA CUM!AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!"

And then,after they had started moving harder and faster and their lovemaking has reached its final college semester,the two newfound lovers had came and collapsed due to exhaustion.

Then,after they were both finally able to catch their breath,Mary had placed her head on Gene's chest,let out a sigh and said,"Oooohhhh,Gene.That felt ssssoooo gooood.I just wish that we could be together forever."

"Believe me,Mary.I'm wishing for the exact same thing.",said Gene,after he had gently placed his hand on her head and just before they had snuggled-up to each other and fell asleep with their naked arms in a lover's embrace.

Just then,a sudden knock at the door of my sister's apartment had caused me to accidently drop the book on the floor and the visions to disappear again.

However,after I was abe to pull myself together and walk over to the door,I had opened it and my eyes had grown as wide as saucers,for standing right in front of me was Gene Harden,my sister's lover himself.

"Hi,you must be Mary's sister,Lucy.I'm Gene,one of Mary's really good friends.",said a smiling Gene."I've heard that you were in town to put her affairs in order and figued that you might need some help.Can I come in?"

And after I had cleared my throat and allowed him to step into the apartment,I had closed the door behind him,walked over to him and asked,"How long have you known my sister?"

"Oooohhhh,it has been since she had first arrived at NYU and discovered that with the right amount of help,she would've became one of the top minds in the Sci-Med field someday.",answered Gene,just before he had noticed the look of suspicion on my face."May I ask why are you asking?"

And then,after I had placed my hands on the box that still had Mary's stuff in it,I had taken a deep breath and answered,"What would you say if I were to tell you that whenever I take something out of this box,I see visions of my sister having sex with one of her college professors?"

The only response that I had gotten to that question was a hearty laugh and these words,"I would honestly say that you were out of your mind.Trust me,Lucy.There's no possible way that such a scenairo would ever happen.Okay?"

But then,after I had said 'yes' to that question and touched his friendly hand,another vision had appeared before me,which has the two lovers inside my sister's apartment.

"YOU FUCKING SON-OF-A-BITCH!I DON'T BELIEVE THIS!YOU SAID THAT YOU LOVED ME!YOU SAID THAT WE WERE GOING TO GET MARRIED!",yelled a very upset Mary."YOU WERE LYING TO ME,WEREN'T YOU?!JUST ANOTHER FUCKING DUMBASS LIE!"

"LOOK,MARY!YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND!I REALLY DO LOVE YOU!",yelled Gene,after he had plaed his hands on my sister's arms."IT'S JUST THAT I'M NOT READY TO LEAVE MY WIFE YET!AND I'M AFRAID THAT SHE WERE TO FND OUT ABOUT OUR AFFAIR,IT'LL CAUSE HER TO DIE OF HEART FAILURE!"

"YOU BETTER GET YOUR FUCKING HANDS OFF OF ME,YOU FUCKING PRICK!OR I'LL PICK THE PHONE AND CALL THE POLICE!",yelled an angry Mary,just before Gene had accidently caused her to hit her head against the kitchen counter,which had killed her instantly.

That was when I had pulled my hand away from Gene's,pointed at him with my shaking finger and said,"You did it!You were the one who killed Mary!"

And after he had realized that I had somehow discovered his secret,Gene had looked at me with a sinister stare on his face,pulled off the drape cord and said,"Yes,Lucy!I'm the one who killed your fucking bitch of a sister!But you should've looked at it this way!I've done you and the rest of the world a favor by killing that skanky cow and tossing her fucking body right into the goddamn fucking river!"

And then,after he had discovered that I was pinned against the wall and in-between the counter and the refrigerator,an devilishly-gleeful Gene had slowly moved himself closer towards me and said,"But since you're unable to see that,I guess that I have no other choice,but to do the rest of the world one more favor!Say goodbye forever,Bitch!"

But then,just as he was about to wrap that drape cord around my throat and start choking me with it,I had opened the refrigerator door and smacked him in the face with it.

And while he was laying on the floor and crying out in pain,I had opened the apartment door and ran out of that horrific scene as fast as I possibly could,only to have him grab me in the stairwell,forced me against the wall and start choking me with his bare hands.

"YOU THOUGHT YOU WERE SO SMART,HUH BITCH?!WELL,GUESS WHAT!YOU WERE WRONG!YOU WERE ALL WRONG!",yelled Gene,while my entire life has started flashing before my eyes."YOU!MY WIFE!YOUR FUCKING SISTER!YOU DESERVED TO KILLED!EACH AND EVERY ONE OF YOU FUCKING BITCHES!YOU DON'T LOVE ME AND YOU NEVER WILL LOVE ME!NOT NOW AND NOT EVER!"

But then,just as I was about to die due to lack of oxygen,someone had shot a gun and killed Gene,causing him to let go of my throat and drop dead on the floor.

And then,after I was finally able to catch my breath,I had looked up and discovered that my rescuer was none other than NYPD Homicide Detective Jerry Boxleitner,who had just told me that he had a pretty strong hunch that it was Gene who had murdered my poor sister and decided to tail him to see what other dark secrets he has hidden from the entire NYU faculty.

Then,after he had helped me get back on my feet,a confused Jerry had looked at me and asked,"Thre's sill one little detail that puzzeles me.How were you able to figure it out?"

And after I had realized that if I were to tell him about the visions that I had seen,he would be unable to believe me,I had just taken a deep breath and answered,"Let's just say that I have a special connection with my sister."

THE END!

The shadow watched her, one hand resting on a column as it leaned against the marble. Diandra had been here for a long time, several months. Disappearing for a day or so when she was needed in the Fae Realm, but always, she returned. In the months she had been staying at The Bloody Rose, she had grown from the small child she had appeared as and grown into a young woman who appeared to be in her late teens. Her form was small, but only a blind man could not notice the curves that she had. But she had still not regained her memories of her former lives. Everyone had hope that some day she would remember, but everyone also realized that it was something that would happen in its own time.

Diandra turned again, but a hand pulled the silk sheet over her body, allowing the darkness only a brief glimpse of the soft flesh beneath.

It was that brief glimpse that caused a soft growl and sexual energy to emit from the shadowy figure. This did cause Diandra to wake up, her silver and azure eyes glowed softly as they looked around the darkness. “Who’s there?” she whispered.

The figure raised a hand, the lights in the room turning on, casting a dim, warm glow over the room. Merriec stepped away from the column, smiling strangely. Diandra sat up slightly, holding the sheet close to her body, a soft blush to her cheeks. “Hello, Lord Merriec,” she said as she glanced around the room. “Is something the matter?” Merriec shook his head, his black hair gleaming in the dim light. “Then why are you in here?”

Merriec was suddenly on the bed, his face so close to hers that he could feel the warmth of her lips. “Ma belle fleur (My beautiful flower), what reason do you think I have for being in here? You.” He leaned forward, brushing his lips against hers as one of his hands gently tugged at the sheet she clutched to her chest.

“L-Lord Merriec. I don’t-“

“Shh, Diandra. I won’t hurt you. Je ne ferais jamais cela a’ vous (I would never do that to you). I gave you my memories from your past life. I wanted you to see how I loved you, and respected you, hoping you would remember. I could not stand to think that you could fear me. Je souhaite seulement vous me rappeler nous (I only wish for you to remember us).”

Diandra’s eyes began to tear, “Merriec, I’m so sorry. I’ve tried, I really have. I just can’t remember. I know how much you loved Shailiha-“

Merriec placed a finger to her lips. “Je vous ai aim’e, Diandra. Je toujours (I loved you, Diandra. I still do). I value your friendship. I cherish your beauty. Within and without. I told myself that your friendship love was all that I could ever want or need, but when you died, I felt as if I’d cursed us both by not giving in to my true feelings and desires. Chaque nuit, je r^eve de vous (Every night, I dream of you). I dream of what it would be like to make love to you. I even have nightmares of holding you as you die again, still having never known what it is to have been with you. Please, Ma Fae. Make one dream true, and make sure the other never comes true again. Permettez-moi de donner ceci aux tous les deux nous (Allow me to give this to the both of us).”

Tears slid down from Diandra’s eyes as she kissed the tip of his finger that rested against her lips. He leaned in and kissed her tears from her cheeks as her hands moved to his face. Merriec’s hands slid to her shoulders, his palms moving over her soft skin as he caressed the silk off her shoulders.

Her hands pulled his face to hers and she kissed him slowly, sensually, her tongue sliding against his.

Merriec’s hands moved over her back, his fingers spread so that he could touch as much of her as possible. Her hands moved to his shirt, slowly pulling it up form his waist, he reluctantly raised his arms, the soft growl in his throat relaying he did not like that lack of contact his body had with hers, but she had the shirt off him before a heartbeat sounded within her chest and his hands were moving over her body once again in exploration.

He nuzzled against her neck, his hands moving to her breasts, pressing against the soft flesh. His fingertips brushed over her nipples, eliciting soft moans as his touch caused them grow harder.

Diandra’s hands moved through Merriec’s dark hair, her fingers tightening slightly. Merriec pulled the sheet away from her body and sat back. His gaze locked with hers, seductive possession swirling in his eyes as he allowed his gaze to lower, taking in the sight of her naked body before him.

He smiled at the soft blush that covered her body. He loved how it made her areolas and nipples a darker pink. He noticed that she kept one leg bent and leaning over the other, concealing her womanhood.

His palm rested on her bended knee. He couldn’t believe how perfectly his hands rested against her body, as if she was created for him and his touch alone.

Merriec laid down on the bed, propped up on one elbow as he slid his hand up her thigh, slowly moving it inward, until his fingers were brushing against her inner thigh. Slowly, his gaze moved back up her body to her face. He smiled, his hand gently caressing her creamy soft skin. She returned his smile, one hand moving to cup his cheek. He turned his head at the last instant and kissed her palm. “Je vous veux, Diandra. Tout le vous (I want you, Diandra. All of you).”

She smiled to him, love shining in her eyes. While Diandra did not have the memories of her past lives, she had no doubt in her mind that she loved Merriec. Since the first moment she had laid eyes on him, she had felt a strange pull to him from within her soul. Merriec had shown her nothing but patience, tenderness, caring, and love since that day he appeared on the rise in Mongolia . “Merriec, I give myself to you. Completely. Mind, body, and soul.”

The conviction and tenderness that was in those words touched the deepest recesses of Merriec’s soul. He kissed her passionately; the fire and passion within that kiss seared her to her very core. His hand slid from her thigh and cupped her, his palm pressing against the moist warmth as he slid a finger gently inside her.

They both gasped. She from his gentle invasion. He from the wet fire that gripped his finger so tightly. Her body moved slightly, sliding his palm against her as his finger moved deeper. The soft moan issuing from her made him pull back from the kiss slightly. “Ma belle fleur(My beautiful flower), if you continue like this, Je ne pourrai pas se commander (I will not be able to control myself).” He smiled and leaned over, grazing his teeth over her breast, teasing her nipple before he gently sucked on it, his finger moving slowly within her.

He didn’t slide deep inside her. He wanted to wait a while longer before he brought her that instant of pain before the pleasure rippled through her body.

“Merriec,” Diandra whispered, “mark me as yours. Please. Take my blood and brand me as yours.”

He slid his finger out of her, the pressed two into her entrance, she gasped again, feeling his fingers stretching her. “Si est ce ce que vous voulez vraiment (If that is what you really want).” She nodded, and he smiled, lifting his head and moving his lips to her neck.

“No. Not there. Not yet. I want you to do it here,” her hands gently guided his head to her left breast. “Please, Merriec. Here. On my breast. Over my heart.”

He tenderly kissed her breast before his fangs skimmed over the gently swell, searching. She moaned, her sheath tightening around his fingers as he pulled them back more, he didn’t want her to lose her innocence to his probing fingers.

He sank his fangs into the soft creamy swell of her breast. The taste of her blood reminded him of spiced wine. The very essence of her was intoxicating. Her hips moved slightly, trying to take his fingers deeper, but he wouldn’t allow that. His palm grinded gently against her as he slowly released the endorphins into her body, keeping the sensations to a minimum. He wanted all of her their first time. He wanted to give her pleasure, and have his own.

Diandra moaned, her arms cradling his head as he sucked gently. Her breathing was slightly ragged as she fought to keep her moans low. He sent a strong burst of pleasure through her body, making her body jerk and a soft scream to sound from her.

He pulled his lips from the wonderful taste of her blood, his tongue moving over the wound, healing it, but leaving a faint scar. He had done as she had asked, and now he would do more.

He brushed his lips over her stomach, slowly making his way lower. Relishing in the texture of her skin, the warmth, the taste, he was in Heaven. Everything about her made his blood heat.

He nibbled at the soft mound between her thighs and she gasped, her body tensing. “Shh,” he said as he moved his body between her legs. His gaze met hers as he lowered his head, his tongue gently pressing against her, sliding over her, tasting her.

She groaned, her hips moving against his mouth as he slid it deeper, tasting more of her. He felt and tasted the juices coming from her. He loved it. He wanted more. He slid his tongue along her lower lips, his tongue probing and swirling over her.

She moaned, her hands sliding through his hair, her body arching into his mouth. His tongue moved faster, driving her to moan and scream as juices flowed from her. His tongue moved to lap at the nectar, taking every drop that he came forth from her.

He crawled up her body and kissed her, letting her taste what he did. Something he desired from her.

She moaned softly at the taste, and then placed a hand on his shoulder, gently pushing him until he was on his back. She smiled, her fingertips gently moving over his chest. She caressed the scar there as she stared at it thoughtfully for a moment before leaning down, and pressing her lips gently against it in a soft kiss.

He closed his eyes, reveling in the soft kisses that were so innocent, and yet not. He couldn’t help but think she was in his mind, somehow knowing exactly what he wanted.

He felt her fingers grasp the waist of his pants and pull them slowly down. His member sprang from the fabric and his breath hitched. He had wanted this for so long. He opened his eyes and smiled. He had wanted her.

Her gaze met his and held it as her fingers wrapped around his shaft, slowly moving along the length of him. He smiled and moaned at the sensation. She smiled, her head lowering until he could feel her warm breath over the velvet tip. He held his breath.

Slowly, her lips closed around him, her tongue swirling against him. Her mouth was hot and wet as she sucked him. Her fingers rising to meet her lips, then back to the base, driving him mad with desire. His hips rotated sliding him deep into her mouth. He wanted to be completely inside her.

She felt the tip of him pressing against the back of her throat and moaned, the vibrations making him gasp. Then he nearly screamed as he felt her take him deep into her throat, her gaze never wavering from his. She swallowed, her muscles tightening around him, making him scream in pleasure once more. One hand moved to her hair and gripped it gently, pulling her head against his thrusting hips. She didn’t try to make him stop, if anything, her tight mouth and swallowing urged him on.

He felt the build-up inside him. His hips thrust faster as he moaned. He tried to tell her, he wanted to, but as he watched her, looking into her glowing eyes, he could only manage a moan of pleasure before he felt himself release, spilling his seed down her throat.

He fell back against the bed, breathing heavily. Diandra sat up, placing a soft kiss on the tip of his member before he pulled her face to his for another searing kiss.

Merriec wrapped his arms around Diandra’s waist and turned so that he lay on top of her, covering her body with his own. Her body fit so perfectly against his that he just lay there for a moment, letting their bodies mold to one another.

She smiled softly, her legs rising as the arch of her foot molded against the curves of his leg. He felt her center pressing against him. Merriec smiled, sliding a finger tenderly down one side of her face. “Ma belle fleur, I want you to know that when I enter you, it may hurt, but only for a moment.”

Diandra nodded, placing her hands on his shoulders for comfort and support. “I understand, Merriec.”

Merriec slowly eased into her, clenching his teeth against the pleasure as he felt how tight her body was around him. She moaned, feeling him stretching her, filling her as no one else could.

He pressed against the proof of her innocence and stopped, waiting for her body to adjust to him. “Diandra?”

Her nails pressed against his skin in anticipation. “Go on, Merriec.”

With one sudden, solid thrust he broke through the thin barrier, she cried out softly and her nails broke through a layer of his skin, but he liked the small amount of pain.

He waited a moment, then kissed her as his hips began rocking gently as he moved within her.

Wet, hot velvet gripped him as he moved in and out of her. Soft moans of pleasure filled the room as he began to move faster.

Merriec’s lips moved over Diandra in exploration. He noted her every reaction. He groaned as he felt her legs wrap around him, tightening, pulling him deeper inside.

His hands moved down her sides then cupped her buttocks, gripping them, he moved faster, harder, driving deeper with every thrust.

Diandra screamed softly, pulling her nails over Merriec’s back. Something hard brushed against her chest as he moved, sending electric sparks throughout her body, only adding to the pleasure he was giving her.

Merriec moved faster, unable to think. All he was aware of was the pleasure and Diandra, the source of the sensations rippling through his body.

Diandra’s screams of pleasure grew with Merriec’s. He looked into her eyes and she tilted her head to the side, exposing her neck to him. He smiled as he moaned and leaned down, licking her neck lovingly before he sank his teeth into her for a second time.

He let the chemicals flow freely into her as he thrust his hips against her. Her screams rising in pitch as the pleasure of his bite and the full force of her orgasm hit her.

Her body clenched, gripping his as she screamed. The force of her sheath around him made him climax at that exact moment, filling her with his warm juices.

His body began to relax, but hers did not. She was still under his spell, his fangs buried deep in her jugular. He groaned, slowly decreasing the endorphins that pumped into her until her body relaxed.

Reluctantly, he released her from his bite, making sure a faint mark remained on her neck after the wound healed. She had given herself to him, and he would keep her for as long as she wished to stay. And any vampire’s gaze to rest on her neck would see the mark as bright as a new brand, and know not to touch her without permission. Hers or his.

She groaned softly and he rose slightly, looking down at her. Smoky pleasure filled her eyes as he gazed into them. “Yes, Diandra?”

“Something’s shocking me. ” Her hand moved over her chest and brushed against a small metal object.

Merriec felt the chain against his neck shift and he looked down. Shailiha’s ring rested against Diandra’s chest, glowing softly. “It is your ring. J’ai ‘et’e ‘ego’i’ste en le gardant (I have been selfish in keeping it). I was to give it back to you when you returned to me.”

With those words, he untied the chain and slid the ring from it. He smiled as he placed it on her left hand, the same finger she had pulled it from before when she gave it to him.

Diandra gasped and tensed, her eyes flashing white as lightening. She sat up and looked around, tears streaming down her cheeks. “Merriec, that was why I couldn’t remember! I placed my memories in the ring I gave to you!” She sat up and hugged him, holding onto to him tightly, as if she hadn’t seen him in an eternity.

  Merriec returned her embrace with just as much love and happiness. “Je suppose que je ne devrais pas avoir ‘et’e ‘ego’i’ste, non? (I suppose I should have given it back sooner, no?)” He smiled, nuzzling into her neck and lying down, holding her to him as they drifted to sleep.

           

From above, the spectacle is hugely gratifying. People moving like busy ants, filling every street, snaking between cars jammed on the roads, such a pleasure to look at! The smell of pollution hangs thickly in the air, as does that of the countless layers of fake scent that people feel the need to wear.

I await on top of an old decrepit building, eyeing those people like a hawk, for indeed I am a hawk amidst scuttling mice. The thought makes me laugh. I am in a good mood at the moment. Probably from the blood roaring through my brain. Every smell is more defined, every sound is a thunderclap in my ears, the smallest insect crawling on a wall is a graffiti sprayed over my eyes.

The rest of my dinner lies discarded behind me. I can still taste it on my tongue. I run my tongue over my still wet lips and moan contentedly. I get up and stretch. It’s time to go hunting again. I barely spare a glance at the ruined body on the cold roof. He was a man in his mid-thirties who exercised regularly but smoked from time to time; his blood was that mush tastier.

Yeah, I just said his blood. What, I didn’t tell you? So silly from my part… I’m a vampire. Uh-uh, that’s right, a bloodsucker. No shit, I ain’t kidding. You still don’t believe me? Look at these. Aren’t they a little big for a normal mouth? Fake teeth? Don’t make me laugh! Those were outdated, like, last millennia! Okay, you need more proof, I can understand. Wait here.

There, see that homeless dude? Watch. No, I can’t fly but I can jump. *comes back after a minute* Stop struggling, you’ll mess my clothes! A’right, you forced my hand… *this part has been censored due to extreme violence and gore* There, you happy? What, you scared now? Oh, it’s the blood… I told him he’d mess my clothes. Well anyway, you believe me now? Oh, you do. Good. Where was I? Yeah, the roof…

The sounds of heavy bass and a guitar solo draw my ears. A rock concert, how charming. And I was getting a little hungry. The fall to the ground floor would kill any man, but then, I am not a man. I barely grunt as my knees bend when I land. I come out of the alley without a care. Let the cops find the two bodies. If they can…

The concert has been going strong for almost an hour when I reach it. An old warehouse, rearranged to house parties and shows like this one. Probably full of wannabe goths and punkers. God, I hate those, they’re so wrong. I shake my head as I walk through the door. What do you mean I can’t go in uninvited? Oh, you saw it in Buffy the fucking Vampire Slayer, so it must be true, that’s what you’re telling me?

*sigh* Forget all you know about vamps. All those books and movies do have something resembling truth in it but they are mostly inaccurate. We can’t fly, we can’t make other vamps just by biting someone, we don’t turn to cinders in the sun, we don’t turn into bats at night to hunt, we don’t dress in black, we don’t fear crosses or bibles. Christopher Pike was probably the closest who came to what we really are.

We can jump very high or fall from great distances without a scratch. We do drink blood, not on a regular basis –there are just so many homeless- but we are quite fond of it. Yeah, it sustains us, blah, blah, blah, crap. We just drink it for fun, it’s like a good wine. We can go a long time without drinking it, but the thirst becomes quite overwhelming at times. We can eat garlic, drink blessed water, walk across running water, reproduce… *wriggles eyebrow* yeah, that way, you pig. But there’s a catch. We can only have kids with other vamps. With an ordinary human, we’re like sterile.

Vampirism is a curse. It’s a disease. It’s a boon. It’s beyond your wildest… no, that won’t do. It’s fucking great is what it is! Yeah, it’s all that. You live forever but sometimes, you wish you were dead. Trust me, I know. Well, back to the story. What about the blood on my clothes, you tell me? This is a concert, I can pretend I dropped a pitcher of syrup on my shirt and I’ll strut in like I’m the shit.

Back to the hunt. The smell of alcohol is heavy in the air. Underage kids are already passed out on the floor and are almost getting trampled on by the hysteric crowd. Black leather and white makeup prevail in the sea of people. I search for the source of all beers, hoping to snag a pretty one on my way.

The bartender looks like a Drill Sarge with his huge biceps and his haircut. He barely spares me a glance but serves me an ice cold one seconds after I call him. Yeah, being a bloodsucking fiend has its advantages. You could say I exude an aura. It varies according to the people around me. Men see me as a pretty average looking fellow, but one you would not want to mess with. They unconsciously avert their gaze and are uneasy around me.

For women, it’s another thing. They sense this magnetism that pulls them despite themselves. I get more that a handful of stares as I sip my Bud. Twenty minutes after I buy my drink, I have already been accosted by half a dozen girls waiting to be fucked and even a couple of men. It’s all quite flattering but I do have my standards.

I hear a voice order a Bud. The voice is sensuous, almost sultry as the bartender hands over the thing. I am intrigued. It cannot be one of those underage anorexic bunnies. Out of the corner of my eye, I see a sparkling black dress sitting on a stool. The bar is the only place worth visiting in this warehouse. The stage is quite far away so the buzz of conversation is audible despite the amplified wails that the singer seems to like so much.

The woman pays me no attention as she sips her beer coolly. I wait and watch. A burly man sits beside her, flashing his Rolex as he hands the bartender a five hundred bill. Gold chains on his arms, gold necklace, gold earrings, a regular pimp with too much to spend.

He tries to fire her up but fails miserably. The woman continues sipping with not a care in the world. He insists, even proposing her money for some time with him. An uncultured swine. She gives him the cold shoulder and a slap. His eyes widen in shock, then outrage and his hand closes into a fist. He raises it and brings it down.

In an instant, I am on my feet. The beefy hand is twice as big as mine but two fingers suffice to block it. He struggles, trying to force me aside but a head butt changes his mind and he staggers to the nearest restroom, holding his shattered nose in one hand. The bartender nods approvingly and I return the gesture. I turn to the woman and get my first good look at her.

She is splendid. Long legs, black knee-high leather boots, a black dress sparkling with black studs, cut low on the cleavage and high on the legs. The hem is maybe four inches below her slender waist. As my eyes travel up, I see what appears to be a C-cup fitted snuggly in the black velvety material. Her face is charming. Green eyes, probably contacts. Defined cheekbones. Full lips, so red, so full of blood. A touch of the delicious liquid touches her cheeks as she murmurs a thank you.

“My pleasure. I dislike seeing women getting bashed.”

“Would you like a drink, as thanks?”

“I already have one,” I say, nodding to my unfinished beer. I have to set the hook firmly before I haul the catch. “But you can grant me a dance.”

She laughs and I mentally approve my choice. She starts a conversation as we drink.

“I couldn’t help but notice that you didn’t look at me twice since I sat down.”

“Funny, I noticed the same thing.”

She smiles suggestively. “I like men who do not seem to care.”

“Do I seem not to care?”

“Maybe you do.” There is a twinkle in her eyes as she says that.

I finish my beer just as she does hers and I stand up, offering my hand. She smiles, takes it, gets up and follows me to the dance floor. Dance floor is a wrong word. These people do not dance; they jump around like crazy, trying to squash their bodies together. It is kind of fun, if you have a busty babe grinding herself into you with every move.

She tosses her jet black hair around as she wipes her head as crazily as everyone around her. The band starts a tune that doesn’t seems like fingernails scratching a board and I start jumping too. Soon after, as our bodies get heated and closer, she presses her ass into my crotch and squeezes my left butt cheek. I know I have her, now. Her name is Rina and she wants to go someplace more private.

I take her to my apartment. On the way, she clings to my arm, giggling like a drunken schoolgirl. We stagger inside and her mouth is on mine as soon as the door is closed. My coat drops to the floor in no time and her tongue explores the confines of my mouth.

She pulls back and giggles once more. Her cheeks flare beautifully and I have to restrain myself not to bite her right now. She darts away as I try to snag her arm. She saunters to the bedroom and drops on the bed in a seductive pose. I smile appreciatively. She slowly lowers the straps holding her loose dress over her bare shoulders and slides them down her arms, moving slowly and so sexily.

Her milky breasts burst free as soon as the cloth is down to her navel. She shows off her navel ring, a single metal loop with a jade stone. The dress finds its way to the floor and she remains clad in her panties and her boots. I reach for my buttons and slowly undo them, slipping my shirt off my chiseled body. Interest sparks in her eyes as she studies the hard sinews under my skin.

My black pants are next. I unbuckle my belt and let them slide to the floor of their own accord, then step out of them. My dick is already tenting my boxers. It aches for release but I have something else to do right now. She spreads her legs as I move my lips to her pussy. A gentle kiss on the fabric than I kiss her mouth with all the passion in me. She nibbles on my lower lip as my hands cup her titties. A moan escapes her as I massage them gently.

My tongue touches hers and we dance a ballet of love in our mouths, exchanging saliva like two sex-crazed teens. I pull back and latch onto a breast. The skin is so smooth, I cannot resist. A sharp cry tells me I have bitten a little hard. No matter. As I suck some of her blood, she moans in the pleasure that pain gives. My tongue swirls around the nipple, licking it and sucking on it. I kiss her again and she tastes her own blood.

I take off her panties and the scent of her womanhood assaults my nostrils. My cock twitches in its confines. I drop my head to her legs and proceed to please her. She moans and bucks as my tongue does the movement I have practiced so long. She almost comes as she grinds my face into her cunny with her hands. I pull back just in time to avoid her orgasm. She pouts but quickly smiles when I lower my boxers.

My dick is not that big but, what with science, it has grown to a decent eight inches long and half again an inch wide. I pump it a few times and a bead of precum oozes out of the slit. Her full lips part as I guide it into a waiting hole.

I moan as her tongue licks my dickhead. The tiny piercing on her organ brings me pleasure like I have rarely known. She moves up and down my shaft, taking it fully into her mouth and throat. She sucks it enthusiastically and I moan all the while. After studying Tantric arts and the Kama Sutra in depth, I have become something of an expert on holding back my ejaculation. She has been sucking me for a good fifteen minutes before I gently tug on her hair and pull myself out. She looks disappointed but a quick kiss on the lips calms her.

Her tongue meets mine briefly as we embrace and fall on the bed. She spreads her legs as I place my dickhead at the entrance of her warm pussy. I tease her a little, rubbing it all over her lips, parting them with my fingers and rubbing myself along her slit. She lets out an exasperated groan and tries to force me inside her. I laugh as I plunge fully into her glory hole.

The feeling is great. I moan as her tightness slowly convulses around my length. She squeezes me through her inner muscles and smiles as I try to pull back. She laughs as I half-heartedly try to escape her clutches. I lean over and bite her right breast. She squeals as blood flows to my mouth again. My mind swoons and it is all I can do to resist draining her dry.

I retreat and thrust inside her mechanically at first, getting the engine started. She warms up and I become more forceful. I push her up the mattress with every thrust, pressing down and forward. She wraps her slender legs around my waist and moans every time I am in her. I use my not inconsequential strength to lift her up, legs still around my waist, and carry her to the wall.

There, I press her back against the cold white paint and proceed to hump her with almost inhuman speed. Being a vampire has many advantages. As I pound her already sore cunt, she orgasms, sending juices running down my legs and hers, wetting the wall behind her. I still do not stop and continue my relentless assault. She has another one right after the first. She hangs on to dear life as I slam her back into the wall. She will be sore if she survives the night.

As she climaxes, I let myself go, emptying my balls into her womb. As the throes of a toe-curling orgasm hits her, she arches her back, presenting me her delicious neck. I bite her and she squeezes me in a muffled scream. The blood flows form the tiny wounds in her flesh and I suck greedily. She begins to release my body as she grows steadily limper. I enjoy biting them beautiful gals while they’re in immense pleasure. It makes their blood rush to their head and the added adrenaline is exquisite. I let go of the corpse’s neck. Her head hangs loosely at her side. Her body is still warm and I am still hard. I thrust inside her for good measure and withdraw. She slides to the floor, joining what little blood I could not drink and the puddle of our secretions.

I wipe myself on her clothes and throw them at her side. My recent activities have energised me. I am positively humming with power. I dress more appropriately, a clean shirt and slacks. The night is still young and I can hunt during the day I must. I stuff the body in a large black bag and cram it into my trash. The blood I wipe with some regret. The girl is no longer on my mind. There will be others, prettier than her and more experienced. If they are good enough, I will let them live.

I take the trash upstairs, on the roof. After a few bounces, I am well away from the crime scene. I dump the body in a heap of junk on a highway. Another victim of a sex crazed wacko. The police will let it go as soon as they see they have no proof. As I head back to my apartment, I pick up a peculiar smell. I stop and smile. Glancing down, I see a couple of teenagers getting it on behind a couple of bushes. I drop down and observe them.

Voyeurism is nice from time to time and I wait until they are finished. The boy hastily puts his clothes back on and vanishes. The girl looks at him with disgust and tries to find her clothes. I can hear her weeping. I emerge from my cover and walk towards her. She might need comforting and the night is still so young…

 

 

One day Erica came by, she asked if I could get away for the night. She said she had something to show me, and that I couldn’t pass this up. It took some doing, but I managed to talk my mom into letting me stay the night at Erica’s (at least that’s what we told her)

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We got on our bikes and headed off down the trail through the woods toward Erica’s house. Erica had been acting differently for the last week or so. She seemed happier, more confident, more secretive, and I was Interested in finding out which guy was at the bottom of it.

About halfway down the trail Erica stopped and got off her bike. When I pulled up next to her she said, "Let’s take a detour." Then she turned off the trail and walked her bike off through the trees.

"Where are we going?" I asked when I caught up to her.

In response she raised her right hand out flat and paused for a moment and concentrated. After a couple of seconds her hand started to glow slightly and then a match size flame came up from the center of her palm and hovered about an inch above her hand. She looked at me and smiled.

"I’ve been learning." She said.

I was so startled I almost wet myself.

"How?!" I asked.

Erica motioned off into the woods and said, "SHE taught me. She’s taught me many things. And she wants to meet you, if you’re willing. Trust me; she could answer your prayers in ways you couldn’t even begin to imagine."

"Exactly who is SHE?" I asked.

Erica held up the flame again and winked. "SHE, as I said, is the answer to your prayers. Think about it Tara, Magic, like we’ve always dreamed of. There’s more, so much more."

"But, aren’t we headed toward the old willow?" I asked.

"That’s where she lives, in a manner of speaking". She said. "Trust me. I’ve been going there for years. It’s not what all the old stories say it is. However, all those old legends keep people away, so it’s a nice private, secret place."

"So, what’s she like?" I asked.

"She’s very old," Erica said "and very beautiful. She’s very warm and loving and wise. However, I must tell you, she’s so unlike anything you could possibly expect that your first meeting will be scary. Mind-bendingly terrifying in fact."

"What do you mean?" I asked. I was beginning to get worried.

"In order for you to learn to use magic, she first has to make it so that you can channel magic, and THAT doesn’t feel good at all, at first." She said.

"What; what does she have to do to you?" I asked.

"Don’t worry about it. It’ll happen or it won’t. Listen, do you want to always be the same person you’ve always been, or do you want to become something more."

I thought in silence for a while. Magic, what I’ve always dreamed of, but what would I have to do for it? Something about Erica’s tone made me a bit nervous. I thought about how boring my life was and the possibility of something different.

"Lead on." I said, and we continued our walk.

The old willow tree. There are old stories and legends about that place, about how it used to be used by the witches for their ceremonies and sacrifices a couple of hundred years ago. They say that the spot is haunted to this day and that when people go there, bad things happen to them. I was nervous about going but Erica had said that she had been going there for years so I trusted her.

The old willow tree was about two miles off the main trail, but apparently Erica’s coming and going had kept a visible trail for us to use. After awhile we came to the clearing where the willow stood. I was astonished. The thing was HUGE, and it was beautiful. It must have been thousands of years old. The clearing itself was idyllic, almost perfectly circular with the willow in the center and a cool clear stream running through, near the outer roots. We walked our bikes in and parked them under the tree. Erica took off her shoes and socks and went wading in the water.