Red Lines (sugardaddyashton)

I've Been Burned Before

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--Danielle 

Skylar’s POV

I had already downed three more Sex on the Beaches before I caught sight of the vampire again. He had been dragged away after his two hours pleasuring the women lined up at his cage and an hour has passed since we spotted him again.

I realized he probably needed and deserved a nice long break after his long night in that tiny cage, but I was losing my nerve the longer I waited for him.

What would I say to him?

Oh, hi, I was wondering if you wanted to hang out with me for a few weeks so I can ask you all about your life and see why you’re so damaged. No, not cool. I didn’t want to make it sound like I was putting him down or calling him crazy or unbalanced, but I didn’t want to come off like some nympho either.

Julie was the one to spot him in the dark as he made his way gracefully through the tables, now wearing the waiter costume, the tux collar and matching wrist cuffs, no shirt on, which was just…visually beautiful. And those tight black pants…wow.

I have to stop drooling over this guy; I am here for educational reasons. Yeah, right. Part of me had to admit I found this place and this whole world very fascinating and forbidden.

My dad is the chief of police in our hometown of Bellevue, where he still lives, and he would loathe me being in a place like this, forget inviting this vampire guy to my place and having conversations with him. I could never tell him any of this. But this is New York and on the other side of the world. Daddy would never find out. So I had to shove him out of my mind now and do what I had to do.

"Oh, he’s very handsome, too, without the vampire makeup on." Julie said with a dreamy voice, and was in love with him already, it was obvious to me.

He was at the bar, laughing with the girl bartender there, taking a look around the place as the music played and three other dancers were coming around, table to table to give dances to women while they shook their money in the air. These other guys were handsome, too, but the vampire one was a bit more special somehow, to me, he had something extra. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but I couldn’t take my eyes off him.

His face wasn’t nearly as pale anymore. He was quite tan from what I noticed and it did wonders in accentuating his dirty blonde locks. My legs actually started to shake, just watching him walking around the tables, normally, out of the cage now and without his collar on. He moved like smoke, swooping and turning with ease and fluidly, like hot water.

He took the large tray of drinks and said goodbye to the pretty blonde bartender, getting to work and delivering the drinks to a table about 15 feet away from ours.

I wanted to hear him talk again, to see him interact with the women out of the cage, not as a vampire who couldn’t speak, but as himself.

I think all three of us were stunned into silence because none of us were talking; we were just staring with our bottom lips on the table, gawking at a god serving drinks to the older women.

"Girls!" the vampire man shouted out happily to the "girls" who were at least 50 years old plus at that table. I smiled, seeing he was already making them feel like girls again the instant he found them. They all brightened up, magically, and giggled like teenagers.