PERSONAL WAITRESS
AUTHOR'S NOTE/DISCLAIMER
Came about from an role-play I did with someone. It's season 3 which means Stefan's a Ripper. Vampire Diaries belongs to L.J. Smith and the CW. I only own the plot. Not really after any particular episode. Just some Ripper smut fun.
Stefan smirked at the woman who was on his couch. She was twenty-one years old and her name was Rachel McGraw. He had met her at the Grill the previous night and had chatted her up before compelling her to come home with him. Once there, he had compelled her to do whatever he said, basically turning her into his own waitress. And that had been fun, making her get him drinks, food…herself. Hell, he had even convinced her to put on an old-fashioned waitress uniform he had kept from the fifties. And she had looked hot. He had finally let her go to sleep in the wee hours of the morning and now it was the middle of the afternoon, which meant that it was time for round two. He watched as the woman's eyes fluttered open.
"Afternoon, Sleepy Head," he teased.
"Where am I?" she wondered, sitting up and then looking to see a waitress uniform on the floor and then looking down to see herself in a t-shirt.
"My place. We had a blast," he responded, moving quickly to sit in front of her. To his relief, she nodded as if remembering. Which she probably did, thanks to the compulsion. She then leaned over and kissed him, moaning passionately, resulting in a grin from the vampire. Yes, the girl was still his. As he kissed her, his gaze flickered to the various bites on her arms. Yes, he had had fun last night. And now he was having fun again. Finally, she pulled away and looked at him.
"What can I get you?" she wondered.
"You," he replied and she offered him her wrist, which he took and bit into the flesh, drinking from the wound almost greedily, causing the woman to moan lustfully. Then, he pulled away. "Why don't you change into that waitress uniform?" he suggested and she quickly did so, not even caring that she was basically getting dressed in front of a boy she hardly knew. "Now then: get me a Scotch," he ordered and she immediately did so.
"Anything else, Mr. Salvatore?" she questioned, handing him the drink.
"The other half of dinner last night. It's in the fridge," he stated and she went into the kitchen, getting out the food that he mentioned, heating it up before bringing it back to him. "Good girl," he approved as she sat in his lap, handing him some of the food and watching him eat it while Stefan smirked. He had compelled her well. She didn't even think what she was doing was strange. To her, it made perfect sense. And she had no desire to leave. And she wouldn't unless he told her to, which wasn't ever going to happen. Once the food was finally gone, Stefan pulled Rachel closer and began kissing her, using his power to make every kiss he gave her extremely pleasurable, resulting in a deep moan from the woman. Hearing the sound, Stefan smirked.
"You like that?" he asked.
"Yes," she answered breathlessly. As his smirk grew, the vampire continued to kiss her, and began caressing her arm, exciting the human even further as he allowed his hand to go even lower and lower until he reached the spot between her legs. Then, he fondled the length and she let out a pleasured gasp. With a wicked grin, Stefan kept his actions up as he pulled her even closer, relishing the sounds she was making. Yes, he had quite a partner in this woman. Last night she had been a bright young psychology student looking to break away from her parents, and now she was all his, doing anything and everything he wanted her to. She was nothing but a toy to him and eventually, he'd kill her, but for now, he would just enjoy having his own personal waitress…
THE END