One Big Bite
By: Jessica Crisostomo aka jasmin73 aka Jessie Cristo
Rating: NC17 / R explicit violence, sex, & language
Genre: True Blood / HBO miniseries
Disclaimer: I have no affiliation w/ the author of the books or the makers of the show. This story was done purely for fun and no gain except for writing experience was made.
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Part 1/??
My name is Mamie Coolson and I wasn't going to complain. At least, not at first.
Sure, I've been roommates with them for six months now and the first place they invite me out to is a sleazy fangbanger party, but at least they had invited me, instead of leaving me home alone as they usually did every weekend.
Mama and Daddy were so sure I'd come running back to them before the year was out, and I could feel my resistance fading. But now that I was finally making friends, maybe I could hold out longer and show my parents I could make it on my own.
I never used to obsess about my looks or my weight, or what I wore, but after Jeremy something in me changed.
I got tired of always being called 'plain'… or 'homely'… or 'dowdy'. I hated being the 'friend' but never the 'crush'. Something in me wanted to be the center of attention, for a change. I wanted to be the one every man and woman in a room wanted to fuck.
Nikki and Carla were dressed to the hilt, as they usually were. Looking like high paid call girls. And even though they offered to do my makeup and wardrobe, I still wasn't comfortable with getting 'dolled up', as they called it.
I did let Nikki fix up my hair, but only 'cos I never knew what to do with it. My hair was thick, hung down to my waist and was plain black, but at least it was nice and healthy.
The two worked on my hair together and kept going on about liking my hair and pale skin, but I knew they were just trying to be nice. I know that they were considering me a 'charity case' but at least they were being careful not to make it obvious… well, not too much.
We finally left the apartment around nine, and though I kept it to myself, I was amazed at the four hours they took to get themselves ready. I would shoot myself first before I ever spent that much time on myself just to go to a party. Then again, if I looked like them, I'd probably have a different point of view.
Nikki Wade was 4 inches shorter than my 5'7", but she had a lush form, with D cups to go with it. She had honey blonde hair, perfectly tanned skin, and cornflower blue eyes. Carla was entirely opposite, but just as gorgeous in her own way.
Carla towered over us, being 6 feet tall. She had a slim athletic build, but with curves in all the right places. With her dark red hair, green eyes, and also perfectly tanned skin, she could've been a supermodel.
Now, I have to be fair and say that although both women spent way too much time on their looks they weren't airheads or ditzes in any way. Carla was a legal aid for a very prestigious law firm, and Nikki was a registered nurse. Both of them took their jobs seriously and never let partying get in the way.
And then there was me.
Fifty pounds overweight with pale, pale skin that doesn't tan. I just turn red as a lobster, then peel.
I also had what I felt were dull, gray eyes, and overlarge lips. The only thing I did like about myself was my hair, and it was only because it was the only distinguishing factor I shared with my mother. And I loved my job, being the research assistant in the anthropology department at the local college.
I was crammed into the back seat of Carla's little convertible, and no matter what I did, my hair kept whipping forward as if it were trying to strangle me.
Not wanting to be a bother, I just kept quiet as I struggled to gather my hair into one hand. Carla saw me though, and immediately rolled up the windows, while leaving the top down. Instantly, my hair pulled away from my face and billowed out behind me just like you see in all those TV commercials.
"Mamie, why in the hell didn't you tell me to put up the windows?"
"I'm okay, it was no problem."
Nikki craned around in her seat to look back at me, and sighed gustily.
"Jeez Mamie, now we're gonna have to do your hair again when we get there."
"Sorry."
Carla caught my gaze in her rearview window, and I was shocked at the fierce expression on her lovely face.
"Stop apologizing all the time."
She then began to rant in a soft, falsetto voice that I assume was meant to be an imitation of me.
"I'm sorry for leaving my towels on the floor. I'm sorry for turning my radio up. I'm sorry for watching TV too late. You're always sorry! Show some backbone, girl… we know you can!"
I was a bit in shock at her tirade, and Nikki's nod of agreement at that last part. I didn't think I said sorry all that much, but they must think I do.
Trying to change the subject, I scooted up in my seat and leaned over the center console.
"Why did you guys invite me out tonight?"
"What do you mean, why?" answered Nikki, as she reached for my head with one hand and tried to fix the damage the wind had caused. "You're always holed up in your room, and you're our roommate. We were worried about you."
"Really?"
"Yes, really…" Carla chimed in. "We know you're busy with work, and the businesses you manage for you father, but we just didn't think you had to work so hard all the time."
"I work the same hours as you guys do, and I only do my dad's accounting for him 'cos he sucks at numbers."
"Look, Mamie… we know about your family. And we were just afraid of coming off as gold digging bitches if we were to suddenly start asking you out with us."
My mouth dropped open in amazement. "What do you mean, you know about my family?"
"We know you're a Coolson. As in, Coolson Enterprises. Your family is worth billions. So we thought you'd just look down on us, and the cheap places we go to."
I laughed in relief and pleased amusement.
"Look, yes… my family owns Coolson Enterprises, but I grew up on a working ranch. My parents were firm believers in 'getting your hands dirty', and neither me or my brother were ever allowed to forget it."
"So you weren't trying to avoid us all these months?"
"No! Do you know how many times I wished you guys would ask me to come along?"
Nikki grinned and punched Carla's arm. "I told you she was cool!"
"If that's really what you thought about me, what made you change your mind?"
Carla grinned sideways at me. "The day you took on that jerk for hitting his dog."
I blushed when I remembered that day. "I just can't stand seeing animals abused."
"That was priceless the way you took off your shoe and started beating that jerk with it."
"Well, I wanted him to see what it was like to be hit like that. I'm sure he knows now how his dog felt."
Playfully, Nikki slipped off one of her stiletto heels, turned it sideways in one hand, and tapped the dashboard in front of her while shouting expressively. "How do you like it?! How do you like it?!"
We all broke down laughing hysterically.
Throughout the drive out of town, on the freeway, and into the city, I talked with them as if we were the oldest of friends.
When we arrived at the hotel, I was in high spirits.
There was a bit of awkwardness in the lobby when the hotel manager recognized me, but I quickly squelched his fawning, and he was professional enough to know I didn't want VIP treatment.
Before heading into the elevators, Carla and Nikki pulled me into the ladies room just off the lobby.
As they were fixing my hair, three other women came in, and Carla and Nikki greeted them enthusiastically. They were introduced to me, but I was now getting so nervous, I couldn't remember their names.
The three women left before we did, because Carla then insisted she do my makeup after all, and to keep up our friendship, I let her. When she was done, even I approved of it. But now I was so nervous, I really needed to pee.
Carla and Nikki were eager to be off, so I told them to go on up and I'd meet them up there. At first, they refused, but I insisted, and they eventually left.
After finishing my business, and washing my hands, I looked at myself in the mirror. Although my clothes were a little baggy on me, they were of high quality. Because Nikki and Carla were wearing all black, I did too.
The sleeveless blouse was pure silk and shone and shimmered in the warm light from the chrome sconces over the mirrors. My knee length skirt was of the softest cashmere, and my shoes were a brand new pair of Manolos my mother had gotten me last Christmas.
Willing some courage into myself, I left the bathroom and headed up to the penthouse in the elevator.
Even before the doors opened I could feel the thump of the music, and the muted rumble of lots of people talking. When they did open, I almost didn't wanna step out.
It was like an explosion of sights and sounds, and standing on either side of the elevator were two of the most gorgeous guys I'd ever seen. They almost looked like twins with their identical, shoulder-length blonde hair and muscled physiques. But one had a goatee, and the other a tattoo of a Chinese dragon on his right cheek.
They smiled invitingly at me and held out one hand each towards me. I still held back 'cos with those smiles their fangs were fully exposed, and even though they'd been out for years, vampires still freaked me out.
Their faces took on an intense expression, but I was still having trouble getting my feet to move. When they began to frown at me, I felt my knees go weak as if I were about to faint.
"There you are, Mamie!" cried Nikki, as she came rushing around Tattoo and into the elevator to pull me out. "Hey guys, she's with me."
The two hunks continued to stare intently at me as Nikki pulled me past them, and I swear, Goatee even sniffed me as I went by! How weird!
The elevator had opened up onto a balcony overlooking the penthouse, and as Nikki took me to meet up with Carla who was standing at the railing waiting for us, I stared in shock at what looked like chaos down below.
There were strobe lights everywhere, and music was pounding out of huge speakers set up in corners of the room. On high podiums scattered throughout the immense room were naked men and women gyrating to the music.
"Holy shit!" I whispered, as I took in more and more of the inhabitants of the party.
There was a huge bar running along one whole side of the room, near it was a dance floor packed with people. More people just milled about or stood in corners. On the opposite side of the dance floor and bar was like a sitting area with lots of plush leather couches and chairs.
All over the room I could see people making out, some of them fully undressed and going at it wildly with people watching them, or egging them on.
This was way too wild for me. I know I hadn't led all that sheltered a life, but I was really shocked. I never knew people had parties like this. Sure I've been to parties where people make out but they usually retreated to bedrooms or closets. These people didn't seem to care who watched them, and even seemed to relish the attention.
I was about to turn and tell Nikki and Carla that I was leaving when I noticed a guy on one of the sofas was staring at me.
He had shoulder length black hair, and his skin was even paler than mine, but his face was gorgeous. All masculine angles with generous, soft-looking lips. And dark, compelling eyes that seemed to pull at me.
I looked around me to make sure it was me he was looking at, and it really seemed to be, especially when I looked back at him and he smiled.
Oh jeezus… fangs on him too.
My answering smile faded from my face real fast as I turned to leave, forgetting about informing my friends.
I hesitated when Goatee's and Tattoo's eyes locked on me again, but I squared my shoulders and made my way past them and back into the elevator.
I really didn't want to come off as some snooty rich bitch to my roommates, but I was really overwhelmed, I would make it up to them somehow.
As the doors were about to close, a large hand kept it from closing. It was Goatee.
I was about to protest when I noticed him looking over his shoulder and realized he was holding the door open for that hot vamp from the sofa. He was heading straight for me with a determined stride, and I wondered how he got up here so fast, through the throngs of people, and up the stairs without even looking out of breath.
Oh yeah, vampires don't breathe. And they're supposed to be very fast and strong.
I swallowed nervously, unconsciously pressing myself up against the back of the elevator.
He stepped onto the elevator, and Goatee finally let the doors close, but not before mumbling something to the guy that sounded like "This one's a Stackhouse". The hot vamp then reached over to punch the L button, and then turned to look back at me.
He just kept staring at me in this weird way, and I felt myself beginning to tremble.
"Leaving so soon?" he finally said, in a deep, melodramatic voice.
I couldn't help myself then. I burst out laughing.
End Part 1/??
