The first few days and weeks of
Alex’s vampiric existence were wild and fantastic. Some of the interludes he shared with Lauren, and others he
enjoyed on his own. One night, after
they had shared a couple of lovers, Lauren invited Alex back to her place, and
they fucked like vampires, which meant long and loud and very bad for
furniture. (“Next time,” she said as
she surveyed the damage, “we’re going to your new place.”) After a little over
a month, Lauren told him that it was time for him to go solo, to see if he had
what it took to make it as a vampire in the world of humans. She had arranged for his finances, and he
was living in a large downtown apartment, with a view of the city. The rest, she said, was up to him. He could go back to working, if that
interested him. Or he could be a
full-time student again. That was her
pattern. Since she had been turned, she
had taken literally hundreds, if not thousands, of courses, ranging from
history to language to art to the sciences.
She loved to learn, and as he knew, college was a great place to meet
guys looking for a little action.
Alex decided he wasn’t ready to make
a long-term decision yet. He was still
heady with his new powers, and the riches which she had blessed him with. He decided to do something he had never done
before, which was to travel. He was
going to see the country, if not the world.
And give himself slaves all across the globe, ready to serve him and
satisfy him and feed him no matter where he found himself.
Alex made his first stop in San
Francisco. He paid a visit to an office
building in the Financial District, where he knew someone would be waiting for
him.
“Ms. Parker, there is a man here to
see you.” The intercom light flashed as Sara thought for a moment about the
night receptionist’s message. Why would
anyone be here to see me at this time of night, she thought. “Did he say what it is about?” “He said it
was a personal matter. He said you
would know what it was regarding.”
“Did he say anything else?”
“The only other thing he said was
‘convention.” There was silence on the
other end of the line. “Ms.
Parker? Do you want me to send him away?”
Sara composed herself before she
answered. “No, you can send him
up.
Give him directions to my office.”
As the intercom line shut off, Sara
felt her heart racing. He had come to
her, just as he promised. She quickly
cleared off her desk and prepared for his arrival.
The door to Sara’s office
opened. Alex stepped inside and closed
the door quickly.
Sara was on her knees next to her
desk. She was completely naked, aside
from the silver charm necklace she always wore, and her high-heeled shoes.
She looked up at him with an
expression of lustful excitement.
“Master!” She smiled widely, an
expression her co-workers wouldn’t even recognize. Sara Parker was thought of as an ice maiden at her law firm, and
as a cold-blooded litigator outside the firm.
But here, now, she was as giddy as a schoolgirl, and hot and horny
enough to outlast a prostitute.
Alex approached her. He held out his hands, which she took, and
helped her to her feet. In her heels,
she was taller than he was. All the
more convenient for him, he thought as he gently but firmly held her right tit
before he sunk his fangs into her flesh.
Sara convulsed in orgasmic pleasure
as he fed from her. If he hadn’t been
supporting her weight, she was sure her knees would have buckled and she would
have fallen to the ground. As it was,
she merely fell into his power, which she regarded as infinitely more enjoyable.
“So you see, my lovely, lawyerly
lady, I have need of someone with your... talents.” Sara’s head was busy working on Alex’s blood-engorged cock as he
explained his desire for her legal services.
He delighted in the thought of, for once, seeing the lawyer being the
sexual servant of the client instead of vice versa.
“I want to set up a business where
it wouldn’t be unusual for me to be surrounded by many beautiful women, who
would of course be my slaves, just like you.
I figured it would make sense to have it be a nightclub, with some added
perks on the side.” He paused as he
rewarded Sara with a taste of his come.
Not a full climax on his part, but enough to explode her senses with
rapture and further bind her to him.
“You know, like a strip club. Or
maybe even a porn-film business.”
“And that’s where you come in. I figure that stuff like that is likely to
attract attention from the public, or the government, or even the media. I want you to make sure that nothing like
that happens.” Sara was unreasonably happy at the request by her master. She could help him do something he
wanted. And it would even be something
she could do easily. This sort of
suggestion, generally, would have definitely appealed to her
professionally. As a woman, she used to
be offended by sex businesses, but as a lawyer, she set aside her personal
feelings for the good of the client and the firm. She would never be troubled by those former predilections again,
though. As she was now, all of her
roles were benefited by the idea of the man... no, of the Master... who wanted
to hire her as his attorney.
Sara rested her head in his lap, a
look of total contentment on her face.
She thought of that night, when he came knocking on her hotel door. She had been startled to see him, but
immediately, a feeling of calm rushed over her as soon as he made eye contact
with her. Shortly thereafter, she let
him kiss her, and she felt the first rush.
And then she was taking off her clothes and begging him to fuck her and
drink her blood, pleading to be allowed to take his godly cock in her mouth and
suck on him until he came. The orgasms
she experienced that night... it took her days to recover.
After she had pledged herself—body,
mind and soul—to her new master, he had suggested that she invite her blonde
associate over for a little nightcap.
Caitlin arrived shortly thereafter, and she too was soon initiated by
Alex’s vampiric kiss. When he left them
that night, he commanded them into a “69” position and told them to pleasure
each other until dawn. The next day,
when the women woke up in each other’s arms, they did not speak of what
happened the previous night, although Sara was sure that Caitlin had been
dreaming about it just like Sara did.
She wondered what Caitlin was doing right now...
Alex planned on heading south the
next day, on to Los Angeles for the next step in his master plan. But before he left the Bay Area, he paid a
visit to the Stanford University campus to catch a women’s basketball game. Alex had never been much of an athlete, but
he loved sports and he loved women, so his interests combined in his support of
women’s athletics. Strangely, he found
that many of the women athletes he befriended in college were less hung up on
dating the “right guy” than their equally attractive but less athletic
counterparts. As a result, some of his
best relationships had been with women in sports. Even though the reason (or at least one reason) for his interest
was no longer relevant, he still liked the competition and the purity of
women’s sports. And Stanford’s
basketball program was renowned, so he didn’t want to pass up the opportunity
to catch a good game. The Cardinal team
was led by Shauna Martinson, a 6’4” center who also started for the volleyball
team. Shauna was a lithe beauty, with
strength and agility and the ability to shoot the rock. Alex was caught up watching her on the
court. On one play just before the
half, she stepped into the lane to pick off a pass, and two steps later she had
broken away from the offense-turned-defense.
By the time she reached the opposite foul line, she was well ahead of
the pack. So far ahead, in fact, that
she went for the slam dunk.
Unfortunately for her, and for Cardinal basketball history, the buzzer
sounded before she stuffed the ball through, and the basket was waived off.
Alex was enthralled. He wanted her in the worst way. She was tall and beautiful, as well as being
remarkably talented. He imagined her
dressed up, and then undressed, when she wasn’t flushed and sweaty from
athletic exertion. She would make an
amazing love slave for him, he thought.
All through the second half, he imagined the scenarios we could play out
with Shauna. He pictured acting as her
agent, getting her a WNBA contract along with getting his bit (and his bite) on
the side. He considered taking her with
one of her teammates, or even creating a harem from the entire squad. He tried to guess what her measurements
were, convinced that this Amazon goddess’ breasts were probably 36C under her
sports bra.
That night, after the game, he
concluded that discretion was the better part of valor. He wasn’t sure what effect his piercing bite
and enslaving power might have on the athletic wonder that she had. So he simply got her autograph and contented
himself to wait for another time to taste from her.
He also picked
out two buxom co-eds outside the gym and treated himself to a little ménage a
trois down on the Farm. After all,
he thought, discretion only goes so far.