So I'm a Vampire... Now What? - Book 2 (Original Version)

Chapter 6.4 - Seducing the Vampire

New relationships are weird, but the one thing that defines them is how much sex is had in that first couple of weeks or in some cases, days. With some people, it's like they can't get enough of each other or that they've waited so long for that person that they want to do everything to be closer, to almost melt into each other. Some conversation is had but its usually between bouts of hard, desperate and loud fucking. Most of the discussion is reflective and ends up turning into a seduction that leads to the next round of sex.

It is not an underestimation to say that in that first week Beatrice and I had a lot of sex. I mean, a lot of sex and this is not me trying to brag. Okay... well, maybe a little bit of bragging.

To be fair, Beatrice was the instigator of the sex anywhere policy. I'd never thought of myself as any kind of prude, but it's not like I was running around having sex in public places all the time. Bathrooms in bars barely count so don't look at me like that. There's a reason those trendy nightclubs have sinks in those single-use bathrooms that are always broken, you know. A tip from me to you, free of charge.

Beatrice apparently owned a bunch of condos, houses and apartments around the city and we never spent more than one night in each one. They were all customized around the needs of a vampire, especially the house in Bayview. That one looked like the home of an eccentric millionaire from the outside. From the inside, it was a fortress with automated reinforced shutters and heavy bullet-proof UV-coated glass on the outside. There were cameras everywhere outside, some very obvious and a lot more of them hidden. Even at the condo, there were cameras.

"What do you need so much security for?"

"I'm a vampire, and I'm rich. At some point, somebody's going to try to kill me or rob me. I like to see them coming." An evil look came across her face. "Sometimes if I'm bored, I even let them get inside the house..."

"Is that why you have so many houses? Because someone might come after you?"

"It's not a matter of 'if' Bobbikins. It's a matter of 'when.'"

Something soft hit me on the back of the head and draped itself around my neck. It was Beatrice's thong. It was lacy and tiny, the kind of thing that served no purpose except to be taken off.

"You're naked aren't you," I said,

"I'm so naked," she said then, and of course I turned to look. Looking at Beatrice naked was becoming a favourite pastime. Of course, seeing Beatrice not naked was becoming a rarity at the same time.

I stripped down gleefully and chased her down the hallway. We didn't even make it to the bed. We just fucked in the hallway, first standing up and then she rode me to a heart-pounding, toe-curling finish on the floor.

That was the kind of sex we'd been having all week.

We had fucked on the couch in the downtown condo, on the kitchen counter and then a couple of times on the bed just for variety. In the Mississauga penthouse, I had fucked her standing up and pressed against the glass doors, as the sun had made its way above the horizon. That had been explosive and thrilling at the same time. Beatrice was very vocal and really fucking intense, and she made sure to give as good as she got.

And yes, we fucked at work. Of course, we fucked at work.

Once, she arrived an hour early to pick me up. I was checking out a customer, a blushing blonde woman who had taken an hour to choose which dildo she wanted. I had packed it into our discreet brown-paper bag, not wanting to spook the poor lady any further. I had looked up and had been surprised to see Beatrice leering at me from the end of the aisle. She was wearing a fur-coat and as she revealed once she had my attention, nothing else, except a pair of high-heels and a costly looking diamond necklace. The customer's back was turned to her, but I had the thought that Beatrice would not have been bothered either way.

I would have blushed if I could. I gave the blonde lady her receipt and hoped my smile wasn't too creepy. The instant she was gone, I turned to Beatrice.

"What are you doing? I asked in a panic, glancing up at the ever-present cameras. "You're going to get me fired!"

"Lock the door, and meet me in booth number two," she said and took off before I could say anything.

I rushed to lock the door and fumbled my way into booth #2.

Beatrice was sitting on the stool, the fur-coat the only thing between her and the seat. She spun her naked self around and opened her legs just so, exactly like Sharon Stone in "Basic Instinct," only more naked. She reached for me greedily and pulled me close.

"I am so fired it's not funny!" I whispered through kisses and Beatrice undressing me.

"Don't worry about it. I talked to the owner, and she said I could come and fuck you anytime, I wanted."

"Worst lie ever," I said when Beatrice let go of my lip from between her teeth.

"Well, at least you can leave with a 'bang,'" Beatrice said saucily. "You can be fucking legendary. Now shut up and fuck me."

She had left before Sammy had shown up for the morning shift with one of the new staff members. George or Dave or something like that. You know me and names. Still, I practiced my best not-guilty face and escaped as quickly as I could before Sammy figured out what that smell in the air around the back was.

"Was someone fucking in the booths?"

Oops, too late! Even strong air-freshener was no match for the heavy funk smell of wild dirty sex.

"Well, there was a couple in here early giggling a lot. I kinda zoned out on them."

Sammy just gave me a flat look, calculating how much of a lie I was telling. I escaped while I still had my head attached.

As I left, I tried hard not to look up at the cameras, desperately hoping that the new boss would never have any reason to check out the footage from the night.