It was a late October night, the sun having been replaced with the moon hours ago. Pamela Swynford de Beaufort and her Maker, Eric Northman were sitting in Fangtasia, staring almost hopelessly at the empty stage. Pam turned to Eric, sighing.

"This is stupid. None of these backwoods hillbillies have anything fucking close to what we're looking for." She said with much frustration and exasperation.

"I know, Pamela. I was there." Eric replied wittily, running a hand through his slicked back hair.

Pam practically glared at the man before rolling her eyes. She stood to her feet and began pacing. She knew that they needed to find new dancers, after what had happened last week, with a few vampires getting much too carried away with the human dancers. Needless to say, they would not be allowed back in Fangtasia anytime soon. Meanwhile, a young Israeli Bon Temps new comer was wandering the streets of Shreveport, wanting something to do, when she stumbled upon Fangtasia. The illuminescent red sign which read the bar's name caught her attention. Her name was Ziva David and she had no idea what she was about to walk into.

"Maybe we should just quit for today... open up the place?" Pamela theorized, slumping back into her seat after having paced for several moments.

"Perhaps..." Eric concurred, looking to Pam with a small smile.

All the while, Ziva had noticed the dancers wanted sign not too far away from the door. Humming thoughtfully, she wondered what it would really be like to be a dancer. Having held government jobs most of her working life, this was certainly not a form of employment she ever considered. What would her father think? Then again, she knew if she were to live here long she would need a job. What was left of her NCIS money before she quit would not last her forever. Making her decision, Ziva walked up to the door and tentatively reached for the handle, opening it slowly before stepping inside. Ziva could not keep her eyes from wandering over the interior, the red walls far more alluring and captivating than the orange ones she had to get used to over the years. Pam and Eric's eyes went right to Ziva, and from the moment their eyes landed on the morsel, they wanted to devour her. Both were experienced enough, however, to know how to control that innate and natural impulse.

"Hello." I greeted, my accent thick with my apprehension.

Pam smirked, her eyes wandering over the Israeli with much curiosity.

"Mm, hello indeed." Pamela purred, crossing her left leg over her right.

Her eyes then went to Eric, and she smirked. Eric then let his orbs go to Pam.

"Off you go, Pamela." He said, looking between the two women in his presence.

"Mm, no... I think I would like to stay." She replied, her southern drawl evident.

"I can handle this alone." He said, practically boring into her with his eyes.

She was about to go when Ziva raised her hands, coming over to the vampires.

"No, really... it's okay. Neither of you have to go. I was just wondering about the job, that is all." Ziva spoke, her accent so thick and wondrous that it made both vampires want her even more. "I must admit, I have never done this type of dancing, the type one requires for a bar... but I would love to give it a try."

Eric nodded, gesturing his arm out towards the stage, both parties smiling to the brunette.

"Please, do show us what you are capable of." Eric spoke, his eyes unable to keep from wandering over the mortal's frame.

"There's music up there too... just do as you wish." Pamela added, smiling.

Ziva, feeling her heart race with her nervousness, slowly peeled away her jacket and set it down before going up onto the stage. She turned on the music, a familiar song beginning to play. The Israeli smirked to herself, allowing her hips to move to the beat, knowing this song was much advantageous for her heritage and genetically blessed hips. When the song was over, a thin layer of sweat coated Ziva's frame, simply adding to her alluring scent. Pam and Eric were both rather entranced by the woman whom stood before them.

"Mm, she's good." Pamela purred, her blue eyes scanning over the sweat glistening Ziva's body.

"Really good." Eric responded, interlacing his hands. "You, come here."

Ziva's eyes widened, worried in that moment. This was not going to be good. Or was it? Ziva hesitantly stepped off the stage, making her way over to the vampires. Her eyes darted between the duo, her heart beating rapidly. She was worried that the two vampires in front of her could somehow sense her heart and how quickly it was going. She tried to settle it down. Eric leaned forward, looking right into Ziva's eyes.

"Tell me, what is your name?" He asked, almost glamouring the vulnerable Israeli.

"My name is Ziva... Ziva David." She replied without hesitation.

"That's a very unusual name." Eric said, standing to his feet.

Pam mimicked his actions, both going to stand on either side of the human whom had walked into their bar.

"Mm, yes, unusual... and quite gorgeous." Pam replied, toying with a bit of Ziva's brunette curls.

Both vampires noticed the flush of red coming to the woman's cheek, heat filling her face as she grew sheepish.

"Thank you." Ziva replied with a slight nod.

"You have the job if you want it still." Eric whispered into Ziva's ear lustily.

The Israeli then felt shock waves go through her entire body, looking between Eric and Pam. The feelings she felt then were all so overwhelming, unlike any other she had had before. Swallowing hard, she nodded.

"I will take it then." She replied, breathing in sharply when the pair essentially sandwiched the Israeli.

Pam pressed herself into Ziva's front and Eric was behind her. Ziva's heart raced even faster. She swallowed hard again and locked eyes with Pam.

"There are perks to working for us, Ziva." Pam spoke softly, alluring the woman in the process.

Ziva's orbs darted between Pam's, confusion and curiosity rushing through her along with arousal. She was becoming far too turned on by them both. How was this even possible? Or even remotely okay? Could they tell?

"And they are yours if you want them, too." Eric added, his hands gently resting on Ziva's hips.

Pam's went to her waist, smiling as she nodded.

"We both would really enjoy it if you wanted these perks, cupcake." Pam spoke softly.

It made Ziva so curious. She wanted so badly to know what these perks were. Though, in that moment, all she truly wanted it to be sex; hot, sweaty, bloody, vampire on human on vampire sex. She imagined Eric and Pam touching her for a brief moment, nearly biting her lip at the notion. She wondered if it would be dangerous.

"Well, it depends... what are these perks?" She asked, looking over her shoulder slightly to Eric, but also keeping an eye on Pam as well.

"Would you like to find out?" Eric questioned, letting his hands caress Ziva a bit and Pam did the same, for she knew what he was trying to do.

"Yes."