The Nightlife: New York (The Nightlife Series) (4 page)

Michelle put her arm through his and walked him to the door
of the bedroom, keeping him close at hand.  He stood there gawking as she
pulled off her nightie and slipped into a dress right in front of him.  She
didn’t need to command him to stay, or stop or whatever.  She held his
attention solidly with her perfectly sculpted body.

Heedless of her nudity, she gave him another tidbit of
advice.  “Don’t concern yourself with anything else.  Focus on the task at hand. 
Focus on what I say.”  He nodded like an idiot, barely hearing her words while
she squirmed her picture perfect body into designer clothing worth more than his
entire wardrobe.

Michelle had changed into a shiny silver, sleeveless dress,
the loose fabric bunched at her hips, continuing a few more inches down as a
skin-tight skirt barely covering the bottom curve of her ass.  Braless, her
nipples perked up, clearly visible through the almost sheer material.  The
effect was stunning.  He would gladly do anything she asked.

In the elevator, her arm entwined around his, Michelle gave
him that same sly smile, silently hinting at pleasures yet to come.  Despite
all the negative associations she represented in his life, he buzzed with
anticipation and arousal.

As they left the apartment building, he noted the 90’s
décor, upscale for its time, now outdated.  She had some money, but not too
much.  Definitely not Park Avenue.  Despite the need for upgrades, her place
was a huge step up from the telephone booth apartment he shared with Kyle. 
Much roomier and higher class than anything he could afford.  He guessed
Michelle’s one bedroom suite cost her over two thousand a month.

In the taxi––making their way out into the New York
nightlife––he spoke in hushed tones.  “Michelle, I don’t want to hurt people. 
Will they die from the feeding?  Is it violent?  Painful?  What if I can’t
stop?  What if I kill someone––by accident?”  She cupped his face in her hands
giving him a radiant smile.  He completely forgot about all his myriad
concerns.  Her powerful physical presence, so close and intimate, wiped his
mind of all else.

“That is so sweet.  
Tu
es très mignon.  
Cute.  Listen, and do not worry.  I am not a
murderer.  We drink only a small sip. 
Un
apéritif
,
oui
?
  Is like shots of whiskey. 
Is not necessary to hurt anyone.  Actually, they will enjoy this very much. 
You will see.  I promise. 
D’accord
?
”

He nodded and breathed a sigh of relief, his tensions
flowing out through her magical fingertips.

* * * *

CHAPTER 5

They stood outside a seedy strip club, the likes of which
hadn’t appeared in the A-lists for decades.  As the taxi left, Aaron’s anxiety
returned.  The neon sign out front snapped and crackled electric sex into the
darkness of the surrounding night with a flashing declaration, “Girls, Girls,
Girls.”  Felt like walking onto the film set of a bad 80’s rock music video.

His low opinion of the place dropped several more notches
upon entering.  The smoky interior was covered in dark red upholstery and
carpet, and populated with shifty-looking men stealing furtive glances in their
direction.  The kind of place you never wanted anyone you knew to catch you
coming from or going to.  He sensed relief from those who looked in his
direction when they didn’t recognize him.  He sympathized with them.  He felt
the very same relief for not having recognized anyone.

There were several scantily-clad girls slinking around eyeing
him and Michelle for prospective targets.  The rest of the girls were sitting
with men in various states of undress.  The girl dancing on the raised platform
in the center of the room undulated with the pole sliding up and down between
her thighs in an imitation of sex.  Her generous, naked breasts jiggled and
bounced with each shift of direction.

Aaron was gradually buried in the crush of psychic waves of
thoughts crashing over him from those in the room.  The most prominent emotions
were lust, desire, longing, and from the girls a lot of indifference and
greed.  A moan of confusion escaped his lips.  Michelle gripped his arm
tightly, maintaining a hold on him both physically and psychically.  He felt
the chains of her compulsive will power tightening around him. 

She hissed in his ear, “Block it out!”  With her compulsive
prompt, a neat little bubble of silence slammed in place, effectively cutting
off the bombardment of psychic noise.  He realized she had forced him to cease scanning
the surrounding people.  He could have done it without her help.  All he need
do was quit reaching out.  His own curiosity had triggered the barrage.

Once his internal storm quieted he noticed Michelle
whispering to the doorman, who turned and led them to an alcove with several
curtained areas.  As they stood waiting, the doorman brought over a golden-skinned
athletic girl.  She had short, butch cut bleach-blond hair and wore only dental-floss
thong bikini.  Her booby tassels barely covering the tips of her nipples left
nothing to the imagination.  They followed her into one of the curtained booths
and she closed the drapes behind them.  Aaron reached out tentatively to the Butch’s
mind, trying to maintain a grip on his senses, trying to focus on her alone.  It
worked for the most part.  He could hear her thoughts and the man in a nearby
booth, but he wasn’t swamped out by everyone in the building.

With his scanning somewhat under control, he delved straight
into Butch’s mind, rummaging around.  She only had eyes for Michelle.  Aaron
might as well have been a shadow on the wall as far as Butch was concerned. 
She had a serious itch to get intimate with Michelle.  She wasn’t one of those
bisexual girls who played with women at parties or stole kisses from their girlfriends.
 Butch was a full-on lesbian.  She only stripped for men the money.  She had no
attraction for men at all.  It was relatively easy for Butch to tactfully avoid
men’s advances, pushing their hands away––occasionally swatting them away.  The
whole transaction was strictly business.

Butch finally turned her fake, I-think-you’re-so-sexy smile
towards him, but her thoughts centered on Michelle.

“Are you looking for a two on one?”  Butch asked with a
raised eyebrow.  She hoped not.  She wanted Michelle all to herself.  It was a
rare treat when a woman as beautiful as Michelle visited a dive like this.

Michelle reassured her, “
Non
,
just me.”  Butch smiled genuinely as she moved towards Michelle.  She planned
to have some real fun on this one, maybe even break the cardinal rule,
no
sex
.

The girls sat down together on the semicircular seating.  Butch
locked eyes with Michelle, never looking away.  She began to dance for her,
moving to the rhythm of the music that pervaded the entire club.  Within a
moment she had climbed up onto Michelle’s lap, swaying and grinding her hips,
her legs spread-eagle.  She stroked her fingertips over Michelle’s nipples,
smiling as they perked and hardened with her touch––
it was okay to touch
them, but they can’t touch back
.  He sat down on the seat a couple feet
away from the show, his eyes glued to the girls.  This was definitely the most
erotic thing he’d ever witnessed.  He was already rock hard in his pants, and
the action hadn’t begun yet.

Michelle maintained eye contact with Butch the entire time,
inviting her in with an unmistakable come-hither look.  It was one of those
Come
into my parlor, said the spider to the fly
kinda moments.  Michelle seduced
the seducer.  The girl didn’t have a clue she was sitting in the lap of a
predator.

Michelle leaned forward whispering to the girl with a hypnotic
suggestion, “Come closer.”  Butch leaned in, and Michelle struck swift and
hard, biting her neck with a soft, wet, sucking sound.  As Michelle clutched
the girl to her, her arm locked around the back of her neck, Butch began
grinding hard and fast against Michelle’s lap.  Butch breathed in desperate gasps
and hit two quick, heaving spasms.  Grinding and humping atop Michelle’s lap,
she cried out, “Oh my God!  Oh, oh God.  Yes!”

Michelle released her bite as the girl slumped against her
chest, panting heavily.  It took Butch a moment to regain her composure, and
then she stood up on shaky legs and stepped away from Michelle’s lap with a shy,
embarrassed grin.  Michelle stood up face to face with her, maintaining that
freaky, unblinking gaze, and handed her a couple twenties.  “That will be all
for now.  Send another girl for him.”

Michelle gestured towards Aaron, who Butch had literally
forgotten was there.  Butch was sorely disappointed to be summarily dismissed
so quickly.  She wasn’t used to being treated that way by the usual club crowd. 
She found it humbling to be on the receiving end of this kind of treatment.

As soon as Butch left the curtained booth Michelle
explained, “Is all eye contact.  Do not break eye contact.  Hold her with your
eyes and tell her what you want.  She will be all yours.  Do exactly as I did. 
Release the bite after one minute.  The girls come very close here.  Is very
easy.”

Next entered a cute, brown-haired, brown-eyed girl, with a
sweet, shy smile.  She looked really young, younger than Aaron.  Michelle gestured
in his direction and the girl asked, “What do you have in mind?”

“A lap dance.”  He tried not to smile like an idiot at the
girl.

She took off her robe setting it to the side.  “My name is
Lisa.”

She wore nothing but one of those dental-floss bikinis, same
as the previous girl.  Her body was soft and curvy without the athletic, hard
edge of the Butch that danced for Michelle.  In truth she looked barely of age.

Lisa moved slowly and sensually to the music, sliding up
into his lap.  He held her gaze as she mounted him.  His erection punched up
the crotch of his pants,
pitching a tent
.  Lisa began rubbing her
breasts up his chest while curving her warm, wet center, back and forth over his
raised pants, giving a constant massage to the tip of his engorged cock.  He
read her sincere desire to screw him silly right there, rules be damned.  She
was completely enthralled, and all he’d done was stare at her.

As she dry-humped him with a wonderfully agonizing pelvic
grind, she had slid into biting distance.  His senses heightened with arousal. 
Lisa’s pulse beat throughout her body with a fluttering at her throat just
under the skin.  He felt an itch coming from his fangs.  They were fully
exposed and
needed
to be sunk into this girl.  He
so
wanted to
take a chunk out of her.

Michelle gave a slight nod he perceived as
the signal
,
and he lashed out to bite down on that beautiful, little pounding pulse point. 
It seemed the most natural thing in the world–like he’d been doing this all his
life.  The instinct and know-how to bite was deeply ingrained into his new
psyche.  It was official.  He could no longer deny the truth.  Aaron was now a
vampire.

His fangs punctured her skin with a yucky squish sound.  Lisa
tensed up at the initial sting of the bite, and then relaxed as his venom
dumped a wonderful magic flow of endorphins into her bloodstream.  Her blood
coated his tongue in delicious syrup.  He sucked hard and fast, gulping whole
mouthfuls.  Her strong little heart pumped blood just as fast as he could
swallow.  The experience was exquisite.  Simply the richest, sweetest delight of
flavor he had ever known.

With the blood flow came a new flood of Lisa’s emotions,
passions, and a sense of her very life essence.  His psychic connection sunk in
deep with the flow of her blood.  He immersed in her psyche, everything Lisa. 
She washed away his sense of identity.  There was only Lisa and her fantastic
euphoria brought on by the venom coursing through her blood stream.  Lisa
panted and gasped.  Her whole body rocked with the force of her grinding
thrusts on his lap, her entry engulfing the tip of his cock.

He felt psychic waves of ecstasy pouring off her in her
venom-soaked climax.  As her wetness gushed onto his pants, soaking his erection,
he penetrated another inch, having sex fully-clothed.

Lisa’s peak struck again and again, each eruption slamming
gasps and cries from her lips.  The combination of the blood high, Lisa’s
psychic ecstasy pouring over him, and his near climax, hit a total sensory
overload.  This was a divine religious experience.  The kingdom of Heaven shone
down with all its hosts and choir singing praises to God.

Michelle shut the pearly gates to Heaven in Aaron’s face
with her command, “No more, stop now!”

He released Lisa involuntarily.  She collapsed against his
chest with heaving gasps and pathetic whimpering sounds at each exhale.  Her
body molded to his torso like gelatin.  She shook and quivered from the intense
life-changing experience she’d undergone.

Lisa looked upon Aaron in adoration, kissing his neck and
face, caressing him lovingly.  After she stopped shaking and moaning with
orgasmic aftershocks, Michelle lifted Lisa off Aaron from behind like a mother
removing a babe from her father’s arms.  Lisa looked as though she would leap
back into his lap, like she couldn’t stand to be apart from him.  Michelle held
Lisa’s gaze, mesmerizing her while shoving twenty dollar bills into her hand.  

She commanded Lisa, “Go to the restroom and clean up.”  Lisa
suddenly remembered herself and realized her behavior with embarrassment.  She
rushed out the curtain towards the back rooms.

Michelle leaped toward Aaron hissing.  “
Imbécile
, look what you have
done!”

His eyes hurled daggers of malice.  He considered jumping up
to throttle her on the spot.  He had never experienced such severe aching
sexual frustration in all his life.  He understood now what it meant when people
joked about
blue balls
.  Michelle had ordered him to stop mere seconds before
he popped off.  He was rock-hard, aching, and frustrated as hell.  No happy
endings for Aaron Pilan.

Michelle threw a napkin at him from her purse and spit rapid
fire.  “Wipe yourself.  Hurry!  We must go now!”  He looked at her as if she
was insane.  How could she force him to leave here after what just happened?

“
Tu es bêtes comme te pieds
!
” 
She
glared right back at him, letting him know he was no more intelligent than the
bottom of his feet.  “I will explain once we leave.  Hurry, she will return any
minute.  She is now your
bloodslave
.  We cannot stay!”

Exactly as Michelle predicted, Lisa caught up with them at
the exit just before they could escape.  Lisa latched onto him with a mile wide
smile, slipping her hand into his pocket with her phone number, stroking him
intimately from inside his pants.

Lisa looked him in the eyes with her free hand holding his
chin and said, “Call me … seriously.  I want you to call me tonight.  I don’t
say this to men who come in here.  I’m saying it now.  I’m totally serious.  I
mean it.  You better not forget me, okay?”  She seemed to consider for a second
then continued.

“It’s not about money.  I don’t want your money.  I want to
see you again tonight.  I’m off work in four and a half hours, at three a.m. 
You can meet me in the parking lot.”  She begged him with her eyes and stroked
the length of him to prove the sincerity of her invitation.  “I don’t even know
your name.”  She gave him a puppy dog
needy
look.

“My name is Aaron.  And I’ll call you.  Don’t worry, okay?” 

He grinned like an idiot.  She had stroked him the entire
time.  She had his cock so hard he considered throwing her down on the floor
right there to have his way with her.  He suspected she’d probably let him––he
held that much influence over her.  Having this kind of power over a beautiful,
young, half-naked stripper was a heady experience.  It felt fantastic to
finally be the one in control of the situation.

She aligned her body with his, pressing up on him with all
her lovely curvaceous parts.  “Please don’t forget me, okay?”  She looked ready
to cry.

He almost begged Michelle to let him stay, but thought
better of it.  She seemed pretty pissed off, and he suspected he’d catch an
earful on the way out.  He reassured Lisa twice more that he
would not forget
her
while Michelle dragged him out the door to their next set of adventures
in vampiring.