"You come here often baby?" the sleaze who'd been eyeing me up all night had finally swallowed enough of what they now call liquid courage. I don't even understand why they call it that. Well I suppose in a way I do, but really it should just be called fucking stupid. Personally I never had much of a taste for it.
I turned my head to face him I let my fangs fall into sight to gauge how far gone he really was. He didn't even flinch. "How about we skip the little banter that's supposed to take place here and go back to your place."
His shocked look made my teeth tingle, he was going to be fun. It was cute how his tongue wouldn't work. "I, um, well. Yeah lets go." He stumbled off the stool and raised his fist to his buddies. They wouldn't be cheering for him in the morning.
As he hailed a cab he tried to make small talk. "So, um, where you from?" his cheeks turned pink as he waited for me to answer.
"Sweetie lets get this straight now, you have from now until your door to do whatever you want, then it's my turn. Got it?" It seemed as if my frankness had stunned him. I snapped my fingers, " You're wasting your time sweet cheeks." Fuck, I should have been an actress, I was fantastic. I loved the seductive, confident role. I was perfect for nights like these. I almost felt like I should be wearing a tight, black, leather outfit to tie it all together.
"Oh!" He hopped into action, clumsily trying to get everything he knew how to do done in the short time he had. He looked up as if to reference everything he'd ever learned in any other sexual encounter.
As soon as the cab stopped he opened the door for me ushered me in and attacked. Attacked probably isn't the right word for it, it was more of a passionate tackle. I couldn't help but giggle. At least he was excited.
The cab ride was all and all fairly boring it was a series of kisses and touches. I had actually started to nod off until he discovered laying down in the back of a cab didn't help his booze filled tummy.
"I'm really sorry, I'll get you another cab." He looked at the ground as he spoke.
"No. You had your time. Now I get mine." He looked at me incredulously.
"Are you serious? I just puked all over the back of a cab. You still wanna do this?" Maybe he wasn't a super sleaze, lately guys just puked and then went right back at it. Seriously, one time a guy had the nerve to vomit in my hair and then went right back to fucking me. It's safe to say that was the end of his night.
"I don't really care what you chose to do with your time. Now its my turn, are you going to invite me up or are you going to make me do this on the sidewalk?"
His mouth hung open as he unlocked his door. He held the door looking at me like I was some kind of saint. To bad he would have to look much lower for my residence.
I didn't waste anytime surveying my surrounding but it smelled clean unlike many of the homes I had been to recently. It was like single men had just given up and decided to live in filth. I remember when cleanliness was important to men. What a pity that was so long ago.
As I proceeded to take off his clothing he started to get less and less into it. He ran from where I had been undressing him to what looked like a sink. It was too dark to see exactly where he was. I became rather bored as I listened to him bring up the contents of his stomach.
As he stumbled back to me I couldn't help but ask "Are you finished, that was really quite unappetizing."
"I think that's kind of the definition of barfing. I'm sorry though, I don't know if I'm up for this anymore. I know we had a deal or what ever that was back at the bar, but maybe you should leave." They should put a warning label on the "liquid courage" telling everyone that once the puking started it they wouldn't be nearly as fun.
"I'm sorry I didn't get your name." I cooed.
Once I would never have thought of cooing to get a man to do what I want. But as time when on I had to learn that they had it right when I was a girl, men wanted submission. They didn't want to be opposed and argued with. There were only a small collection of those men, and they were always on paper.
"Jason." he didn't even seem interested in me any more.
"Jason, sweetie, you're going to do what I want for one simple reason. You don't have a choice." As he was trying to process what I was saying I pounced. It wasn't graceful, but a girl can only do so much with a tight club dress on. I dreamed of the days ball gowns had been popular. Heavy and tight yes, but I could move my legs.
I bit down on his neck. I wished tonight had gone better what led up to this portion was the most fun, I think humans called it foreplay? But for my kind, it was stalking, getting to know our prey. It was sexy as hell.
"What are you doing!" He was a fighter that was for sure, I had him pinned to the wall. He would fade soon. The fight got my blood pumping. The struggle may have made it more difficult but it made the whole situation a whole lot hotter.
I finished my bite and looked at him. "What did you just do?" he whispered to me. My heart stopped. A figure of speech of course.
I whipped my head to face him "How are you still alive?" he should not have been alive. He should have been completely dead. The sexy feeling was gone, and in it's place was a fuck ton of fear.
"I don't know? Because I'm breathing perhaps?" I was certainly not the stupid one here.
"You don't seem to understand. I bit you and sucked your blood. Are you following me right now?" I spoke slowly just waiting to see if he understood.
"I'm not an idiot. I can understand the words that are coming out of your mouth." He laughed. Didn't he understand how dangerous I was.
"You should be dead!" His laughing was getting hysterical which only freaked me out more.
I rushed out of the door trying to escape the madness I had just gotten myself into. I had bitten a fucking immune. As I ran out I heard his manic laughter getting louder and louder. I turned briefly to see him holding him self up with the door frame leaning out just waiting for our eyes to meet. His eyes are something I don't think I can ever forget. Filled with such insanity, such maddness.
"Hey wait! I didn't catch your name!" He had a sadistic smile on his face, he knew he'd rocked me.
I couldn't even muster the courage to turn and yell my name. Fuck me. A fucking immune, just my luck.
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I found my car at the bar, my hands shook as I tried to open the door.
"FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!" I screamed
How was I so fucking stupid. I'd never done this. Never been this stupid. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
