The 'receiving line' was done, and we were all seated and finally getting food and drinks. Victoria laid in some good beer, so I'm happy with the beverage choice. Victoria understands the idea of two important things. 'Buy Local' and 'IPA'. India Pale Ale's, especially the American super nose hoppy version, has been a fad in the USA, but I have been a fan since the first time I sipped a Sierra Nevada pale ale. The exemplar of the Pacific Northwest style. Not a fad for me.
Denise is back from her guided missile tour of torment and chatting happily with Helen about various reactions she just got.
"I think I might have just caused Becky a problem with Jon. The guy could not stop staring at my lovely necklace. Particularly the Ankh. Or in that general area. The rouge thing is killer diller. Yep: there are a lot of breast men out there tonight. Also a fair few breast ladies." Denise told Helen.
"Well, as for Jon? Good. Becky needs to get some of that dust knocked off her. She has been locked away being a good little girl for too long. The woman needs a Conclave." Helen told her.
"You are such a homewrecker!" Denise teased.
"Wasn't my breasts causing the stir, now was it? Not that mine often do relative to you. Or Jessica. Morgan. Vera. Need I go on?" Helen asked.
"It was your rouge and oh, by the way, I love your tits." Denise said.
"Oh?" Helen asked.
"Perfect size. It is not fun to have to wear a bra. Or replace them when certain animals break them. Getting a bra that fits is a pain. On a more sexual and flirtatious note: As the bra breaking animal once said: More than a mouthful is a waste. I know because this because he tried so hard to get it all in. Fails every time. Does not stop him from trying again."
"Not that you will discourage him from trying." Helen said knowingly.
"Oh, hell no! The animal never hurts me when he is trying. He has that calibrated perfectly so that it connects directly to you know where." Denise said.
"I do in fact know where." Helen agreed. "And now I want to put my boobs in your mouth, thank you very much for that mental image."
"You are welcome. Unlike everyone I just teased the fuck out of out there, I am jumping you tonight." Denise promised. "Your pretty little tits are going into my fangy mouth. After we wash off the makeup."
"Washing: yes. The makeup is not a flavor enhancer." Helen said. "I'll be washing yours off too."
"Done!" Denise then gestured back out to the general crowd. "Naomi on the other hand loved that my Sagan family necklace intrigued her hubby. I think that woman is one hot tub way from being a walking Conclave party."
Helen agreed. "Naomi is one of my favorite people. It amazed me she married until I realized they do it the Vampire way. Only two in the core relationship: not a polycule, but always willing to have guests."
"That only makes sense. If you are in a relationship with a male Vampire, in our world? High demand. Anne shares Nico with me still." Denise said.
"It does, though Jim's case his being Bi is interesting because there are just not that many male Vampires to share with Naomi. They hunt human men together, and that human has a night they would not forget, except they have to. Double Juice." Helen said.
"She has asked if Adrian and I would be interested in a lost weekend. Might be fun. Her husband Jim is as bisexual as they come. Be fun to see how Adrian handles that."
"Oh. Man! I want to be there for that." Denise enthused at the idea of me with a bi-sexual man.
"Yes, well, as fun as that might be, you might have to be since I don't think he is ready to go there yet. We'll work on him." Helen said.
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North American Vampire Council & Past Calling (Hypernaturals 12 & 13)
Science Fiction(18+) (Sex and Language) Something is going on, and Adrian has no idea what is happening. The world seems calm. Sirens are behaving. The HPA is quiet at the moment. The newly married couples are happy and married. Alexander is on a leash. Something...