Your Beloved Masters

Professional Driver

My alarm went off, shaking me from sleep. I yawned and stretched out my rested limbs, and stepped into the shower, letting the heat soothe my muscles.

I went through my daily morning schedule, brushing my hair meticulously and buttoning my cufflinks.

I gently opened the door to Sir Tesla's office, surprised to see him wide awake and not passed out dead drunk on his desk. "Morning, Sir," I bowed slightly. "How may I help you this morning?"

He sat back against his desk, stuffing his hands in his pockets. "You remember when Astros taught you how to drive?" I nodded.

"We're going shopping." He pushed off of the desk, adjusting the sleeves on his suit. "You're driving." He turned towards his cabinet and pulled out a pair of leather gloves, and fished the car keys out of his drawer. "Start the car. I'll be there momentarily."

I responded with a deep bow. "Of course, Sir." I turned around to leave the room, and gently shut the doors behind me. Walking down the corridor in a furious pace I slipped on the softer-than-kittens gloves, and took the elevator down to the garage, thankfully alone.

The car, according to the keys, was a very sleek and sexy black  car, as Sir loves vampire and 'rich bad boy' cliches. I slipped into the Italian leather interior of the car, basking in the utter richness of the whole vehicle.

Soon, Sir found himself outside and I slipped out of my seat to hold open his door and close it, returning to my own seat.

Astros is a goddess, really. She's almost a century old and taught me how to drive shift since 'royality only drive old fancy cars'. I slipped on my seatbelt and made sure that Sir had one on through the mirror, before we smoothly sped away. 

I was driving aimlessly on a long road when Sir gently tapped my seat. "Take a right and park at that suit shop." While I was surprised, I didn't question, and did as I was told. The suit shop looked upperclass, something that I don't think I would ever make in my lifetime. But a king, I'm sure could afford it. I parked the car and stepped out of my side and opened the door for the King, bowing as I did so. He gently stepped out, stretching his long legs. "Thank you, Orion. Please come with me." He pulled on the pure ivory door handles with no hesitation. A pleasant ringing sound filled the shop when we walked in. 

"Ah, my king!" A vampire exclaimed, bowing. When he stood, he was tall and a bit older looking. He had on a white button up, a bolo tie and slacks,black hair and measuring tape hanging off his shoulders. "How may I help you, your highness?" Sir pulled a notepad out of a pocket. "I need thirty-four suits, I'll show you colors and sizes, and I need him fitted." Sir stepped away from me, letting the older man take my in scrutiny in his fiery sapphire eyes. "A human? What does he need a suit for?" 

"Might as well put a cowbell around his neck!" Someone shouted from the back, making the vampire in front of us chuckle. 

Sir stood with his arms crossed. "I'm afraid that you're not funny, Giorgo." The voice had a name, it seemed, as another man, a younger man who looked almost identical to the man in front of us appeared out of nowhere. "My apologies, Majesty. One cannot help but jest." He eyed me down. "What special event do you have planned for a human to be dressed in our fine fabrics?" "You know as well as I do that the Soiree is coming up. I expect you anf your brother to be there. And, Orion is special. Please take his measurements."

Giorgo rolled his eyes. "Come with me, mortal." He motioned to a small, closet-like room and started walking towards it. He opened the scarlet red door and motioned once more, closing the door behind us. "Strip." I knew better than to not follow directions, especially by a man who could kill me with one bite. 

I stripped quickly as possible, pants, shoes, socks, shirt, and was gonig to lower my boxers when he interrupted. "That's okay, those can stay on. Unless, of course, you want me to look at you." He gave me a lecherous smile, causing a shiver to run down my spine. "Now," he snapped his measurement tape. "Lift your arms." He wrapped the tape around my chest, eliciting a hiss as the cold plastic touched my nipples. "You like that, don't you? Damn, you smell good." I could feel his boner press against my backside as he leaned in. He slid the tape further down, to measure my hips, leg width, and arm width. "You're all done, pretty boy." He grabbed a handful of my hair. I gasped as he ran his nose against my throat, then his lips, pressing his fangs against my throat. "I wish I could take a sample," he sighed, moving away from me, lifting my uniform and giving it to me. 

"Get dressed. Your Master is waiting for you." I dressed as quickly as possible as soon as the freak left. That was creepy, and  while he wasn't as teasing or mean as Prince Douchebag, it gave me chills like no other. 

 I hurried back to Sir's side. "--I want a copy of those suits but make one with Orion's measurements. He glanced at me, then furrowed his brows at my neck. "That'll be 177,828.00 euros, my king." My eyes went wide, and Sir didn't even flinch. He just threw the bills on the counter. "I'll be back to collect them soon." The vampires nodded, collecting the money and neatly placing it in a drawer. "Orion, to the car." I nodded. "Of course, Sir." 

We walked back outside, and I held open his door for him, before climbing into my own. I put on my seatbelt and looked back to make sure that he had on his as well. My hand went for the ignition just as Sir lightly tapped my forearm with his cane. 

"What did he do to you in there?" I stiffened. "Nothing, Sir." Our eyes met in the mirror. "Don't lie to me, young man. You have a droplet of blood on your throat." I pulled down the driver mirror to look at myself. Sure enough, a tiny bead of red dripped onto my white shirt, and there was a slight bruise on my throat. "He told me I smelled nice, grabbed my hair, and pressed his teeth against my throat." He hissed. "Anything else?" I blushed. "He rubbed his measurement tape against my nipples."

"Fucking creep," he spat. "I'm so sorry, Orion. Someday, people will learn to respect you. Soon." he trailed off, looking out his window. "But for now, drive." 

I obeyed. What did he mean? Does he know something about me I don't? He said soon...time will tell.