In the months that passed, life was very good for Alex. Just as Lauren had promised him on the first night, he had everything he could have dreamed. He was wealthy beyond his dreams, with a flourishing night club which was now THE place to be seen in Los Angeles as the crown jewel of his holdings. He was the secret lover of the hottest rock star in the world, in terms of her popularity, her body and her sex drive. (Her new breasts alone gave the media a field day, although only he and Misty knew they were totally real.) And, of course, he was reveling in his life as a vampire. No woman could resist him, and he gave them no reason to try.
With Nighthawks running so smoothly, Alex was ready to move on to his next business venture. His interest turned to movie making, and in particular, a vampire movie. It seemed logical to him, given his present condition. Alex had taken an interest in vampire movies since his transformation, and he wasn’t impressed by what he saw. Most of the movies were either too gory or too stupid for his tastes. The vampires were stupid or snarling, and they certainly weren’t sexy. And the x-rated movies were the worst of all—no fangs, no bites, and no point.
Alex wanted a movie which would have interested him, and all of the lonely guys like him when he was a mortal. He also wanted to make something which would turn on the women who saw it. In short, he wanted to portray the vampire as sex god, which was essentially what he was.
“The first thing you need is a good script.”
Donald Randolph was a longtime friend of Lauren. She explained to Alex that Donny (as she called him) wanted to cast her in a movie back in the ‘50s, when he spotted her in a laundromat. She had resisted the offer, but she did take him up on a job offer as a staffer. During the two years she worked with him, Lauren confided in Donny about herself. She told Alex that Donny was one of only a handful of mortals who knew that she was a vampire. As a result, she knew Donny could be trusted to help Alex out, and besides, although he was now nearly 70 and semi-retired, Donny still had contacts in the industry and a lifetime worth of wisdom about film making.
“The script is the story, the characters, the mood, the heart. If you start with a lousy script, you’ll end up with a lousy movie. Laurence Olivier couldn’t make a bad script into a good movie, but Joe Blow can make a good script into a good movie.” Donny paged through his Rolodex, pulling out about six or seven dog-eared cards. “Call these. If they can’t help you, they can tell you who can.”
Donny swiveled in his chair and pulled open an old filing cabinet. He reached into the back of the drawer and grabbed a stack of pages bound by red ribbons. “Read this too.” The cover page bore the title “VAMPIRE TREATMENT X.” “It’s awful, but I think it will give you some ideas. If you like it enough, I’ll put you in touch with the writer. She’s young, but she’s got a future in this business.”
As he paged quickly through the script, Alex made a mental note that the writer was a woman. He liked the idea of having a female creative team for this project also. A woman would know how to appeal to other women, which was important for his vampiric vision.
“After you’ve got a script, you’ll want a director who knows what he’s doing. You can have the best story in the world, but you need a director to bring it to life.” Donny set about to grabbing more papers and cards, compiling a list of director candidates for Alex. Alex’s criteria were simple: someone young and talented, and willing to accept substantial direction from the producer. He didn’t have to explain to Donny that he would be in charge of this project. When Alex reviewed the list, he noted that Donny had picked women for virtually all of the director suggestions. Donny winked and nodded as he caught Alex’s eyes.
“Finally, my boy, you need a budget that is realistic for your vision. I know what kind of backing you have, so I know that you’ll need additional financing if you want to be taken seriously. I trust you aren’t unwilling to spill a little blood to get this movie made, if you know what I mean.”
Alex’s eyes lit up. He smiled, flashing his fangs for the old man’s benefit. “Donny,” he said, “that’s what I do.”
Alex had yet to meet someone with a lot of money who didn’t have an ego to go with the fortune. As a result, he had no trouble finding people who wanted the chance to “pitch in” for his movie. However, most of those people ran successful businesses, and were very cautious. In fact, he had yet to have a meeting with one who didn’t want “his lawyer” to call “your lawyer” to look over everything from the cast list to the catering menu.
“Fuck this,” Alex thought to himself after the fourth or fifth such meeting. It was time to pull out the big guns.
Alex did his own research for this project. He needed someone young, adventurous, and extremely wealthy, and he wanted a woman who was beautiful, sexy, and available. He spent the better part of two days on the Internet narrowing down his prey. Finally, he selected a “winner”: Hannah Goldstein. According to Forbes, she was one of the hundred richest people in the U.S. as a result of inheritances from her parents (who died tragically) and a divorce from a husband who hit it big when his Internet business went public. Her bio also noted she was a former beauty pageant champion, going as far as the final round for Miss California, and now was a 26-year-old spoiled rich kid who delighted in partying from dawn to dusk.
Alex noticed his mouth was watering as he read about her, and his teeth were tingling. Another sensation stirred in his crotch as picture after picture popped up of Hannah in evening wear, in bikinis on the beach, and—his personal favorite—in a sports bra and stretch pants doing the splits while pressing her ample breasts into the ground. Yes, he thought, she would suit his needs perfectly.
Hannah was surprised by the personal invitation to the new club in town. She was particularly impressed, however, by the way it was delivered. A jet-black limousine pulled up to the gate outside her Beverly Hills mansion, and a tuxedo-wearing man carried the invitation on a silver tray. With such a presentation, she didn’t feel she could refuse the offer.
She searched through her enormous closet for just the right outfit. She went with an emerald green party dress and matching heels. She added a pair of emerald earrings and a gold-and-emerald necklace, and she was ready to go.
Hannah took a moment to admire herself in the full-length mirror in her closet. Her flowing brown hair was swept up, exposing her long neck. She liked the way the dress showed off her ample cleavage and slender legs, while leaving more than enough to the imagination. Whoever this Alex Winters is, she thought to herself approvingly, he is going to be impressed tonight.
Just as promised, the limo returned promptly at 10 PM to pick her up. The chauffeur opened the door for her, and she made herself comfortable in the elegant car. A bottle of Dom Perignon was chilled, and a fine crystal flute awaited the champagne. She took advantage of the situation and poured herself a glass.
The traffic was light, and Hannah only had time to get started on her second glass of champagne by the time the limo arrived at the club. The chauffeur again opened the door and helped her out. She was met immediately by a young woman dressed all in black, who escorted Hannah into the club and up to a private lounge. As they stood waiting, Hannah glanced admiringly at the woman. The woman seemed vaguely familiar, although she couldn’t place the face. Hannah didn’t consider herself interested in women, but her thoughts were stirred by this one. She could make out the very generous curves under the woman’s bolero jacket, and she imagined the full, pouty lips working magic between her legs.
“I see you’ve met Misty.” Hannah’s reverie was interrupted as she faced the young man who had entered. “And I’m Alex Winters.”
She accepted his outstretched hand, and as they touched, Hannah felt a surge of electricity. In that instant, she was irretrievably enraptured.
Within five minutes, Hannah had gladly arranged for seventy-five million dollars to be transferred into a numbered account which Alex had set up. Her lust-addled mind readily accepted the idea of financing a vampire movie. Although she didn’t need the assurances—in fact, she would have given him every penny she had and then sold her body to give him more—Alex promised she would receive a full accounting for the money, and a return on the investment if the project turned a profit.
Once the business was taken care of, their attention turned to pleasurable pursuits. He had been surprised by how aroused he became listening to Misty beg him to let her join in the seduction of one of his slaves. Since she was back in town, starting to work on material for her next album, he invited her and she gladly accepted.
When she arrived at the club, Alex had barely recognized the woman he loved. Unlike the sad, lonely girl he had first met, Misty was now bursting with joy and excitement. And whereas before she had been an elfin beauty at first, with her delicate features and a cascade of hair, she was all woman tonight. He thought she seemed almost like a dominatrix, in her tight black outfit and pulled-straight-back ponytail down her back. It had taken all of his self-control to resist fucking her then and there. Now, though, with this available and highly attractive billionaire ready to be seduced, Alex had no plans to hold back.
Alex moved behind Hannah, who was standing in the middle of the lounge. He cupped her breasts with his hands through the smooth fabric of the dress, kneading the firm globes as he felt her nipples hardening. A soft moan escaped Hannah’s lips. She closed her eyes, and tilted her head back to rest on Alex’s shoulder, a look of absolute ecstacy on her face.
At the same time, Misty undressed herself. She knelt in front of Hannah and lifted the other woman’s hem. Hannah went out without any underwear, and Misty was immediately treated to Hannah’s nectar.
Alex watched his lover lustfully eating out the writhing woman. Misty hadn’t lied about her experiences with other women. Given Hannah’s reactions, Misty knew exactly what she was doing when it came to pleasuring her own sex, just like she knew how to pleasure him.
Misty felt Alex’s adoring stare. She looked up from Hannah’s mound, her lips shimmering from Hannah’s juices, and smiled. She wantonly licked her lips, showing for Alex how much she loved the taste.
Alex followed suit. He squeezed Hannah’s tits, pressing her body tightly against his. As she gasped from the sensation, his fangs slid into place and he buried himself into the side of Hannah’s throat. As he drank the fiery blood, his eyes remained locked on Misty’s. She was as lost in rapture as Hannah. Alex could smell Misty’s powerful musk, and he knew her thighs were now dripping wet.
When he pulled out, he was tempted to offer a taste of blood to Misty, but he didn’t want to tempt fate. Instead, he thought of a different way to share Hannah with her.
“Hannah, my slave.” The woman’s eyes blinked open, gazing at him through lust-dilated pupils. She sighed from the pleasure of being allowed to look at her master. “I want you to go down on Misty just like she did for you.”
Misty leaned back onto the thick carpet as Hannah dropped to her knees. Now Alex could plainly see the wetness around Misty’s shaved thatch. He longed to taste his lover, but in a way far more fitting his kind.
He crawled around the women until he was hovering over Misty. As if she sensed him, despite her eyes being closed in delight, she reached up and laced her hands behind his neck. She pulled his head down to her bosom and whispered for him to drink from her. “Enslave me, Alex,” she moaned. “Make me yours forever.”
Alex tensed up and resisted Misty’s urging. The one thing he didn’t want was to lose Misty, yet here she was, telling him she wanted to be his slave. “Do it,” she insisted further as he hesitated.
He made his mind up, and as his fangs pierced the luscious skin of her right breast, Misty sang notes no woman had ever voiced.
Blood dripped from the corners of Alex’s mouth as he pulled away from Misty’s chest. When he took her, he had in mind exactly what he wanted, and what she had begged him to do. Her blood, which lit up his senses like fire, poured down his throat, quenching his all-powerful thirst. In return, he gave her a thirst of her own.
Misty’s eyes were glazed as she adjusted to the lust which now controlled her. As she focused on the face of her lover, her mind was filled with a desire to serve him, to submit to him. She was ready to give her life for him, and she had already given him her body and her soul.
She scrambled on her hands and knees, crawling towards his rejuvenated cock. She needed to have it in her mouth, and she knew he would be pleased if she worked him until he came.
She had no idea how pleased she would be as well.
In Alex’s mind, he pictured Misty as a vampiress. He imagined her transformed into a sleek and feral creature of the night. He saw her body become more lithe, her arms and legs slimmer. Her breasts had remained enhanced, perhaps even growing more full and luscious. Her hair, which was a sandy blonde in life, became pale and golden. The lustrous hair shimmered against her skin, which was pale and luminous.
Her eyes, too, were bright, intensely so. The color had faded away, replaced by an almost silver hue. He thought her eyes looked like twin diamonds, sparkling in the night.
His imagination next focused on her mouth. Her lips were a rich shade of red, as if they were colored by blood. Misty smiled a seductive smile, her lips parted by her licking tongue. Inside, her teeth were fine and gleaming. She had fangs like his. Her tongue played along the sharp tips, and she shivered with sexual enjoyment from feeling them. He could tell she was thinking of her first taste of blood, and how much she was going to enjoy sinking her teeth into the flesh of a lover.
And he could see into her mind as well. She was a huntress, but at the same time, she was still his. Her first desire was to please and serve him, to show how much she loved and worshiped her master. She loved being his equal in the night, but also being the submissive one between them.
Alex was pleased with his mental vision.
Misty’s eyes opened, and stared intently at Alex. She blinked once, then twice. Something was different for her. She looked around the room. It seemed brighter than it had before. No, not really brighter. More like the contrast was different. And the sharpness.
Her eyes next fixed on Hannah. She was collapsed on a sofa with her arms spread along the cushions, parallel to the floor, and her head lolled back dreamily. She was still naked, and obviously living through an endless series of orgasms brought on by Alex’s ministrations.
Misty took a sniff at the air. She smelled Hannah’s musk. And there was something else that she sensed. It was the strongest scent in the room. Misty felt her mouth watering from the smell, and her insides tingled. Whatever it was she smelled, she wanted it badly.
She crawled towards Hannah, her small but lanky body sliding like a predator. Misty arrived next to Hannah. She straddled one outstretched leg, her breasts spreading over the thigh which her position pressed against her chest. Again, Misty took a sniff, this time able to sense clearly what the tantalizing scent was.
Her eyes fixed on the red trickle running from Hannah’s throat and down the young woman’s cleavage. Misty’s tongue flicked in and out like a snake, lashing over her bright red lips. Those same lips, moist and full, kissed Hannah’s skin between her breasts.
The taste of blood made Misty shiver. She wanted more, and she realized without thinking how to get it. She licked her way up Hannah’s body, her tongue catching the remaining drops of blood. When she cleansed Hannah’s skin of any residual blood, she sucked at the wounds created by her lover’s bite.
Hannah squirmed beneath Misty as she gave her blood once again. Misty straddled Hannah’s lap, grinding her pussy against Hannah’s. Each woman’s nipples were painfully hard, scraping against each other’s breasts. Hannah pressed her hips up into Misty. The smell of ecstacy hung in the air, dripping from both the predator and her prey.
Misty arched her back, raising up from Hannah’s throat. Hannah’s eyes fluttered open to gaze at Misty. The rock star was now a dark goddess. Her eyes gleamed like gemstones. Her ponytail had come undone into waves of long, flowing gold. And her smile was enhanced by two fine sharp fangs.
As she stared up into Misty’s eyes, Hannah felt compelled to kiss and nuzzle at Misty’s inhumanly perfect breasts. The woman’s mouth attached to Misty’s tit, just as Misty had been sucking Hannah only a few moments earlier. Misty wrapped her arms around the other girl’s head, holding her tight to her chest. The kisses and licks aroused Misty to unexpected heights.
“Eat me,” Misty moaned, her voice a sultry whisper.
“Yes, mistress,” Hannah responded.
Hannah turned to allow Misty to take her place in the deep sofa. Misty let herself sink into the soft leather before closing her eyes and enjoying the workings of her lover’s tongue. Misty had been the beneficiary of oral sex many times, by men and women. Only one person—her vampire master—gave her as much pleasure as Hannah gave her now. It was like Misty had gotten a sexual upgrade. Every sensation was ten times more intense.
Misty lost count of her orgasms after she passed double digits. Hannah would have gone on all night if Misty had wished it. Instead, she let her slave rest.
When the last pleasure wave passed, Misty opened her eyes again. Alex was sitting across the room from her, watching her with a broad smile.
Misty smiled back, her perfect fangs obvious against her blood-stained lips. “Thank you, master.”