Morals Of Vampire {#3}

Part 2

[Part 2]

He really could barely stand having to suppress instincts, and it was appearing to be doubly harder as he climbed back to his feet beside the woman, rubbing his hands on his jeans. That movement only reminded him on instincts of what sort of friction he could have created with the woman by his side right there and then, and felt the heat unconsciously pool between his legs.

He scratched the back of his neck, looking down casually, and realizing that his boner was still pretty visible.

Of course it was visible; he had been so close to getting some action in public. He was pretty sure the woman wouldn't mind as well –for she had been the one goading him on, hadn't she? She'd made sure his boner only got more unbearable.

She was something new; something that he hadn't seen before. Maybe the Asian society was a little too conservative, but he had fully expected the woman to jump up screaming of molestation. He had fully expected himself to be locked in jail –though unregretful. But instead she'd taken the situation to her advantage, and made him groan and his little buddy downstairs strain hard against denim.

"You're telling me he's the guy you hired? The guy you masturbated to?" The woman beside him asked in a half-disbelieving, half-uninterested tone. He wasn't sure how she could make such words bland, but it was obvious that her words meant nothing to her while her friend –the crazy woman who had hired him in the first place –turned red immediately.

He knew he should be put out at the knowledge of someone masturbating to him, but he was honored to know that his charms hadn't faded through the years. At least the women now were more open to admitting fantasizing about sex. He remembered the annoying disgust of society realizing that women were actually doubly sexual creatures than men were. Right from the start, he had known that women had the same thoughts as he, and had embraced the sexuality of women right from the start.

"Yup, him! What are you doing putting the move on outside the building?" The woman he remembered distantly as Tori asked, pulling her friend as if trying to find solidarity in numbers.

"I wasn't trying to." The woman replied, readjusting her bra as if there was no problem with a woman settling issues with her assets in public. She was really something else that even Tori blushed faintly at the sights of her friend doing something so uncaringly of any watching eyes. "I walked into him, we got vertical, and his little buddy stood up for me."

"Still standing up for you, lovely." He found his cue to interject, watching as the women in their private conversation turn to him. Tori's eyes found the bulge in his pants quickly, blushing up a deeper shade of red while disinterested green eyes of the woman simply drifted down and back up again with a shrug.

"You wanna settle it? Go down two streets, turn left. There's a whole street of hookers waiting for your money and your dick." The woman replied in a business-like manner, but he didn't lose the smile.

"What about you finish what you started?" The suggestion definitely made Tori blush even more, and he breathed in the delicious scent of blood. How long has it been since he last drank straight from the source? The world had radicalized against the drinking of blood, and it was only common courtesy that he followed the rules and stopped drinking from the source. Still... who could stop him if he wanted it?

"I would, but I have a million things to do at the Studios. Let's go, Tori. You can chatter to me about how you masturbated to this guy while I send in reports." She replied with a no-nonsense manner, drifting her fingers through soft brown threads of hair. He had gotten a first-hand experience of how soft the curtain of hair was, and could only imagine how comfortable it would be for his fingers to be threading through them, gripping them tightly as he did naughty things to her...