Michelle maintained eye contact with Butch the entire time, inviting her in with an unmistakable come-hither look. It was one of those Come into my parlor, said the spider to the fly kinda moments. Michelle seduced the seducer. The girl didn’t have a clue she was sitting in the lap of a predator.
Michelle leaned forward whispering to the girl with a hypnotic suggestion, “Come closer.” Butch leaned in, and Michelle struck swift and hard, biting her neck with a soft, wet, sucking sound. As Michelle clutched the girl to her, her arm locked around the back of her neck, Butch began grinding hard and fast against Michelle’s lap. Butch breathed in desperate gasps and hit two quick, heaving spasms. Grinding and humping atop Michelle’s lap, she cried out, “Oh my God! Oh, oh God. Yes!”
Michelle released her bite as the girl slumped against her chest, panting heavily. It took Butch a moment to regain her composure, and then she stood up on shaky legs and stepped away from Michelle’s lap with a shy, embarrassed grin. Michelle stood up face to face with her, maintaining that freaky, unblinking gaze, and handed her a couple twenties. “That will be all for now. Send another girl for him.”
Michelle gestured towards Aaron, who Butch had literally forgotten was there. Butch was sorely disappointed to be summarily dismissed so quickly. She wasn’t used to being treated that way by the usual club crowd. She found it humbling to be on the receiving end of this kind of treatment.
As soon as Butch left the curtained booth Michelle explained, “Is all eye contact. Do not break eye contact. Hold her with your eyes and tell her what you want. She will be all yours. Do exactly as I did. Release the bite after one minute. The girls come very close here. Is very easy.”
Next entered a cute, brown-haired, brown-eyed girl, with a sweet, shy smile. She looked really young, younger than Aaron. Michelle gestured in his direction and the girl asked, “What do you have in mind?”
“A lap dance.” He tried not to smile like an idiot at the girl.
She took off her robe setting it to the side. “My name is Lisa.”
She wore nothing but one of those dental-floss bikinis, same as the previous girl. Her body was soft and curvy without the athletic, hard edge of the Butch that danced for Michelle. In truth she looked barely of age.
Lisa moved slowly and sensually to the music, sliding up into his lap. He held her gaze as she mounted him. His erection punched up the crotch of his pants, pitching a tent. Lisa began rubbing her breasts up his chest while curving her warm, wet center, back and forth over his raised pants, giving a constant massage to the tip of his engorged cock. He read her sincere desire to screw him silly right there, rules be damned. She was completely enthralled, and all he’d done was stare at her.
As she dry-humped him with a wonderfully agonizing pelvic grind, she had slid into biting distance. His senses heightened with arousal. Lisa’s pulse beat throughout her body with a fluttering at her throat just under the skin. He felt an itch coming from his fangs. They were fully exposed and needed to be sunk into this girl. He so wanted to take a chunk out of her.
Michelle gave a slight nod he perceived as the signal, and he lashed out to bite down on that beautiful, little pounding pulse point. It seemed the most natural thing in the world–like he’d been doing this all his life. The instinct and know-how to bite was deeply ingrained into his new psyche. It was official. He could no longer deny the truth. Aaron was now a vampire.
His fangs punctured her skin with a yucky squish sound. Lisa tensed up at the initial sting of the bite, and then relaxed as his venom dumped a wonderful magic flow of endorphins into her bloodstream. Her blood coated his tongue in delicious syrup. He sucked hard and fast, gulping whole mouthfuls. Her strong little heart pumped blood just as fast as he could swallow. The experience was exquisite. Simply the richest, sweetest delight of flavor he had ever known.
With the blood flow came a new flood of Lisa’s emotions, passions, and a sense of her very life essence. His psychic connection sunk in deep with the flow of her blood. He immersed in her psyche, everything Lisa. She washed away his sense of identity. There was only Lisa and her fantastic euphoria brought on by the venom coursing through her blood stream. Lisa panted and gasped. Her whole body rocked with the force of her grinding thrusts on his lap, her entry engulfing the tip of his cock.
He felt psychic waves of ecstasy pouring off her in her venom-soaked climax. As her wetness gushed onto his pants, soaking his erection, he penetrated another inch, having sex fully-clothed.
Lisa’s peak struck again and again, each eruption slamming gasps and cries from her lips. The combination of the blood high, Lisa’s psychic ecstasy pouring over him, and his near climax, hit a total sensory overload. This was a divine religious experience. The kingdom of Heaven shone down with all its hosts and choir singing praises to God.
Michelle shut the pearly gates to Heaven in Aaron’s face with her command, “No more, stop now!”
He released Lisa involuntarily. She collapsed against his chest with heaving gasps and pathetic whimpering sounds at each exhale. Her body molded to his torso like gelatin. She shook and quivered from the intense life-changing experience she’d undergone.
Lisa looked upon Aaron in adoration, kissing his neck and face, caressing him lovingly. After she stopped shaking and moaning with orgasmic aftershocks, Michelle lifted Lisa off Aaron from behind like a mother removing a babe from her father’s arms. Lisa looked as though she would leap back into his lap, like she couldn’t stand to be apart from him. Michelle held Lisa’s gaze, mesmerizing her while shoving twenty dollar bills into her hand.
She commanded Lisa, “Go to the restroom and clean up.” Lisa suddenly remembered herself and realized her behavior with embarrassment. She rushed out the curtain towards the back rooms.
Michelle leaped toward Aaron hissing. “Imbécile, look what you have done!”
His eyes hurled daggers of malice. He considered jumping up to throttle her on the spot. He had never experienced such severe aching sexual frustration in all his life. He understood now what it meant when people joked about blue balls. Michelle had ordered him to stop mere seconds before he popped off. He was rock-hard, aching, and frustrated as hell. No happy endings for Aaron Pilan.
Michelle threw a napkin at him from her purse and spit rapid fire. “Wipe yourself. Hurry! We must go now!” He looked at her as if she was insane. How could she force him to leave here after what just happened?
“Tu es bêtes comme te pieds!” She glared right back at him, letting him know he was no more intelligent than the bottom of his feet. “I will explain once we leave. Hurry, she will return any minute. She is now your bloodslave. We cannot stay!”
Exactly as Michelle predicted, Lisa caught up with them at the exit just before they could escape. Lisa latched onto him with a mile wide smile, slipping her hand into his pocket with her phone number, stroking him intimately from inside his pants.
Lisa looked him in the eyes with her free hand holding his chin and said, “Call me … seriously. I want you to call me tonight. I don’t say this to men who come in here. I’m saying it now. I’m totally serious. I mean it. You better not forget me, okay?” She seemed to consider for a second then continued.
“It’s not about money. I don’t want your money. I want to see you again tonight. I’m off work in four and a half hours, at three a.m. You can meet me in the parking lot.” She begged him with her eyes and stroked the length of him to prove the sincerity of her invitation. “I don’t even know your name.” She gave him a puppy dog needy look.
“My name is Aaron. And I’ll call you. Don’t worry, okay?”
He grinned like an idiot. She had stroked him the entire time. She had his cock so hard he considered throwing her down on the floor right there to have his way with her. He suspected she’d probably let him––he held that much influence over her. Having this kind of power over a beautiful, young, half-naked stripper was a heady experience. It felt fantastic to finally be the one in control of the situation.
She aligned her body with his, pressing up on him with all her lovely curvaceous parts. “Please don’t forget me, okay?” She looked ready to cry.
He almost begged Michelle to let him stay, but thought better of it. She seemed pretty pissed off, and he suspected he’d catch an earful on the way out. He reassured Lisa twice more that he would not forget her while Michelle dragged him out the door to their next set of adventures in vampiring.
In the taxi, Michelle turned to him with a steady, controlling hand on his thigh. “I know how you feel, but listen. What you did to that girl was horrible. Your bite is like heroin. You have very strong venom.” She held his gaze as she flicked her fingertip at his fangs, pointing out the obvious.
“Is very intense sexual excitement. Too much is instant addiction, just like heroin. You must never feed more than two minutes or you risk the addiction. You held this poor girl for too long. She had many orgasms, oui?” He nodded, admitting the truth of her words.
“She will be anemic for days. You took too much. But the real problème is her addiction for you.” She poked her finger at his chest in accusation. “It is psychological and physical addiction. You must never bite this girl again. You must never see this girl again. We cannot return tonight. If given the chance, she will pursue and stalk you. You have marked this girl forever. She will think of you always. Is very important you understand. Is a serious problème. Très mal.”
Michelle paused to let the import of her words sink in. “She is now your bloodslave. She will suffer withdrawals from you for weeks. Her pain will be constant. Depression may drive her to suicide. You should be ashamed.”
He was, at this point, quite ashamed, yet still very frustrated from the whole experience. “Why didn’t you tell me before? Why did you let me do this?” He felt like a complete asshole once he understood the full ramifications of what he’d done to Lisa, and he wasn’t above laying the blame on Michelle’s shoulders for her part.
