Wild

The Daring Dark

B

"WHAT ON EARTH ARE YOU WEARING BELLA?" Alice screeched across the room, her short dark hair was as spiky as ever and she had a vogue magazine clasped rather tightly in her delicate hands. I looked down at my denim hot pants and black bikini top and shrugged."what's the problem?" Alice narrowed her eyes and looked me up and down once more before replying "your not working today are you?" I shook my head so she carried on "Well are you really going to leave the house like that, I'm pretty sure the men of forks are not prepared" that made me smirk and I started to sigh "Alice who the hell cares what the men of forks are or are not prepared for, firstly I won't be seeing any as I'm not planning on strolling around forks town, I'm popping in to Seattle as its so cloudy. Secondly it's not like I have anyone in my species to impress is it?" From that answer Alice had a momentary look of sadness in her eyes before she replaced it with the former look of disgust once again "It doesn't hurt to look a little classy at all times, remind me not to let you go shopping on your own again, particularly while your in this bad ass chick phase" at that I rolled my eyes like a petulant child and walked out the front door. I thought she may try and stop me after last nights momentary laps in judgement but she stayed where she was sitting. She must of checked my future with her fortunate ability already.

I opened the door to my electric blue Jaguar and threw myself in the drivers seat, I started up the roaring engine and span the car out of the drive, flicking gravel and dry mud like a fountain around the car. I should really stop doing that I'm going to ruin the paint job for the 100th time. It was about 2 o'clock and as I sped down the highway towards Seattle, listening to the engine of the passing cars and the occupants bad tasting music, I thought about the night before...

I'd got to work at 9 pm as I did most Friday nights, Strong man Kay greeted me with his usual wink and smirk as I walked in, he smelt particularly awful today, the steroid's in his blood stream gave his blood a horrible chemical aroma that helped revolt my growing blood lust. I walked straight in the back passing the busy audience that were all seated men in suites with the odd waitress hovering through them giggling and wiggling their half covered bottoms.

As I waltzed in to the large shared changing room, I bumped straight in to my boss Meela "DAMN IT, YOUR FREEZING" she squealed before regaining her composure "are you ready for your set tonight, we have a lot of high paying customers, you need to impress" I always impressed that's why she hired me "Of course" I whispered slightly seductively, she half rolled her eyes before replying in her usual annoyingly nasal tone "look why don't you do a few lap dances tonight? We'll split the money, we could make a killing" I stifled a snigger and looked at her for a moment, pausing to think, she had stopped asking me that last month as I'd always refused. I was scared to be alone with the men but definitely not for the reason she thought and I never even stopped to contemplate it before and by my thoughtful silence she knew she was bringing me around "come on, they only have to be quick ones, in the back they wont touch you just shout and one of the boys will come straight in if your uncomfortable" her eyes were pleading she obviously needed to impress these guys, I wandered for a second if they were the silent partners I had yet to meet, if only she knew the danger they were really in. However for some idiotic reason the ever growing dark side won in my internal battle and I decided to dare fate a little more than usual "okay, but just the biggest payers" I said with finality, with that her eyes grew wide and her heart beat sped up just slightly, which made me step just half an inch away. And she walked back out to the main room.

Not long after Meela's words I stepped out on to the stage in my peep toe red stilettos, my red satin underwear hugging my best features and grabbed the pole. I could hear some heavy rock tune blaring through the room, and I felt at least 30 pairs of eyes all fall on me. While trying to hide my smirk and keep my red lipped pout, I started my set, swinging round the poll and my long glossy brown hair flowing freely. A lot of the men were seated around tables and looking pensive but I could smell where their blood was flowing, where it always did. There were the usual greedy eyed few sat close to the front, glasses of liquor or cigarettes in their hands and jeering at me. The smell of cigarette smoke lingered around me but didn't hide the heated blood in the bodies closest to me, I could feel my throat starting to burn more than it had in a very long time, my thoughts of forgetting my honourable diet had been chiselling away at my usual stone like concentration.

Once my set finished and I was off the stage I really started to feel the wild rage within me, trying to get out at the changing girls nearest. I ran through at a human pace and threw myself in the bathroom, the putrid smell of the toilet killed my lust as quickly as it had come. I opened the window and took a large breath of fresh air before a loud knock on the door made me turn away from the window, I could smell it was Meela. "Are you ready for a lappy? There's a guy offering a thousand bucks for fifteen minutes, no touching of course, COME ON" I opened the door to Meela ignoring her sweet smelling blood calling to me and asked "Is he one of the owners?" she looked shocked by my question "NO! Why did you ask that, they're not coming back from Chicago until tomorrow" she looked as if she was being honest "oh so I might finally meet them soon?" A look of anger took over her eyes and she replied sharply "look the part owners are none of your business, I'm your boss, now are you doing this or not?" this is where the real stupidity kicked in on my part but the sharpness of her voice and the lingering fluster of before made me give my answer "Yessss, send him in the back in two" I hissed. She nodded, turned on her heel and strolled off, she didn't act scared of me, but she was. She was just good at hiding it sometimes.

Three minutes later after contemplating running out and not coming back, I walked into the back room to see a moderately handsome looking man, he was tanned and about forty with dirty blonde coloured hair slick back with a black suite covering a blue shirt, his dark blue eyes stared at me menacingly. "Hi baby" I whispered seductively while looking up through my eye lashes, playing the vixen was so easy. His smirk grew a little wider and he motioned for me to come closer.

I slowly walked towards him, his heart was so loud in this room the thumping music was no battle of distraction for my instinctual hearing or my primal smelling. His blood smelt over whelming. Standing in front of him I turned on my heel and started to slowly sway, my half covered rear at his eye level. It was then after probably three seconds I felt his firm hands on my hips.

An inner voice was screaming at me to get as far away from him as possible, but there was also a much more pleasant call daring me to stay. He pulled me on to his lap, I could feel his breath on the back of my neck and the tightness of the crutch of his black trousers underneath me. He didn't even seem distracted by my cold stone like skin at all.

"What's your name sweety?" he whispered confidently while slowly stroking my sides from my bra to my panties. I could feel his blood pulsing underneath, smell it all around me. "whatever you'd like it to be" I replied huskily, instead of stopping my breathing like I usually would in a blood lusting situation such as this, I was taking deep sensual breaths. I wanted this. He stayed silent for along time, just stroking me slowly, I could feel him contemplating something but I wasn't sure what it was before it was too late.

"How about Dirty Whore?" as he said those four simple words, I felt his hand come up and grab my throat and try to pull my body further back to his, while his other hand grabbed the side of my panties. That's as far as he got. I launched myself out of his grasp, and whipped round grabbing both his wrists and holding them against the back wall while pressing myself heavily into him. His blue eyes were wide with shock, yet still slightly cloudy from intoxication. I could smell his blood, it smelt like sickly sweet honey mixed with cigar smoke. As I leaned into his throat and zeroed in on his throbbing vein, a strained voice came from his lips but I was too far gone to pay attention to the actual words. I opened my mouth and darted out my tongue, licking the pulse point quickly while taking a huge breath. My lips started to meet his perspiring skin. My thoughts were crazed, I could feel in the tiniest part of my conscience Carlisle soft voice pleading with the demons, but he was not match. I drew back and bared my teeth ready for the pain in my throat to be finally quelled after so long.

Suddenly a small set of hands grabbed both my soldiers and threw me to the floor, knocking over a small table with an astray in the process. Before I could get a grasp of what the hell was happening I was being dragged out the back door into a close by Alley way.

"WHAT THE FUCK BELLA?"

Alice's tiny form was rigid with pure anger and anxiety as she waited for my reply, my explanation. Did I have one? Apparently not as I replied with a tired sounding "Hi Alice" and a half frustrated half relieved sigh. She knew what was about to happen but she also had an almost constantly blood thirsty boyfriend so if she was about to give me the third do agree I was going to give her all that back. She didn't. But the look of worry on her face gave me a fresh wave of guilt. That was enough to kill my crazed vamparic thoughts for the time being.

I shook my head to get rid of the fresh memories circling my mind as I pulled in to Stiletto Reds car park. I walked in to find Meela's angry Gaze following me from her seat at the empty bar. A sterile smell burnt my nose, the cleaners must of just been in. "What exactly happened last night Bella, did you sleep with the client?" she asked more calmly than I expected. "No why do you ask that, I just felt sick and had to go" I took a breath and added "sorry" I was hoping my feeble explantion would be enough, she looked at me for another beat before a smirk started to creep across her lips "He gave me two grand and then left without a word too, I'm not stupid Bella" she must of seen the shock flash across my face because she then said "Hey I don't care what the fuck you do, if you bring in that kind of dollar. Do whatever you want just keep bringing in the cash"

Instead of replying with my voice I just nodded with a small smile, whatever I want?