Red Lines (sugardaddyashton)

Ashton the Teenage Vampire

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Welcome to Red Lines!

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--Danielle

Ashton’s POV

No kid ever stands up on the stage at school and says, “I want to be a whore.”

Back then, I used to say I wanted to be a doctor. My friends would say cop, fireman, soldier…those are nice dreams too.

But this is the real world…and dreams just don’t come true. I know that now.

I am a whore. My name is Ashton. There are no last names when you’re a whore, so I am not an Irwin right now. It’s time to punch in for work.

Every night I get to be a cop, a fireman, and a soldier, Tarzan in a way.

I enter from the back door, to this huge establishment called “Fire”. It’s a club for women, there is no man’s night, there are no gay clientele allowed in. That’s the one thing I’ve never done and at least I have that to cling onto.

I am for women only. And that is no small boast. And don’t be fooled. It’s not only young, beautiful women I see. All ages, young, middle aged, even senior citizens pursued me here. I am always good to all of them.

Women are every bit as horny as men, more so, I think, since I came to work here.

I figured women would be soft and gentle with me. I figured wrong. Women came here to get drunk and fondle half naked men.

It was rare that I found one that stroked me softly instead of grabbing me hard. Their screams deafened me sometimes. I always laugh when I hear someone call women the weaker sex. Wrong. They are powerful, strong, and insatiable. I know.

After punching my card, I go down the hall to see where I’ll be starting tonight. It is only 5pm, the sun is going down. Twilight. The saddest time of day for me. This is when my day as normal Ashton Irwin ends…and I become whatever is written in my box on the board.

Under my name, I see the black word ‘Vampire’. Shit, is it October again?

Chase sits back in his unfolded metal chair in front of his mirror and smirks at me.

"Vampire man!" Chase teased, "Halloween is coming again!"

Then he let out his usual vampire hiss as I smiled back at him, walking sideways behind his chair to get to mine, to the left of his area.

I was never one to complain about my assignments, or my job. That’s why Claire seemed to like me from the start. Oh, Claire’s the boss here. The other guys loved to bitch about stupid things but I didn’t want to endanger my job here. I needed it. So I did what I was told and shut my mouth.

"I don’t mind being a vampire," I said as I put my duffle bag on the floor by my feet, opening my drawer and taking out my plastic container that said ‘VAMPIRE’ on it, "But the makeup is a bitch to get off."

"I know." Chase agreed, "At least you’re fair enough that you don’t have to put it all over your body! I had a nice tan once and had to cover myself with that white crap."

I huffed, thanking God for small favors as I took my shirt off, tossing it in the open duffle bag at my feet, not wanting make up to ruin it. I quietly went to work dotting on the white foundation then blended it in until I just looked extremely white. I didn’t like to go corny vampire.