Here is a chapter from Bella's POV. I think this is interesting. I tried to make it like they would have been, in the 1920's, as accurate to the time period as I can. Let me know if somethings wrong. It won't be perfect though.

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

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B POV

Edward worries too much. He thinks we are putting ourselves at risk, ruining our lives. I may be an optimist, but why not enjoy the life I am forced to live. The first three years here have flown by. Only occasionally have I stopped to wonder what life would have been like if we didn't follow Edward to Chicago. Edward is a great man. He knows what needs done to be a success, very business minded and practical. Whenever I have a problem, Edward is sure to know the solution. He and I have become quite close since I was changed in 1919, one year after he and Alice. I tried not to remember my human life, that just made me worry about my future. Can I still have an afterlife?

Enough with the speculating, it gives a girl wrinkles, you know. Ha. As if this marble skin could wrinkle. Still, I need to focus, get my head in the game. Tonight is a big night, supposedly the largest crowd yet. It is June 21, the first day of summer. The humans in town really seem to think it's a real swell cause for celebration. We perform every night, except for Sundays, as that is immoral. Ha. I crack myself up some days. Either way, we need one day off, to rehearse the small changes Alice wants in the routine. The three of us are the 'grand finale' for the entire club, going on at 12:30. We usually finish our performance between 1 and 1:30, depending on the atmosphere, and of course, how Alice sees us going.

I dress myself into the daring flapper dress. It is black with red and gold flecks the hem is the shortest yet, hitting right on my lovely knees. I have a red boa to wrap around my shoulders. Underneath the dress, I have a new set of lingerie. A black bra with black lacy bottoms. The garter will be fun to show off on stage. My black heels are huge, two inches. The 'fashions' of the 1920's are fascinating. I can't wait to see what they come up with next.

I hear Edward's velvety voice announce the group that performs before us, the Cats. They are quite cat like, and not in an attractive way, mangy and awkward. Maybe I am partial to vampire beauty now, but they look awful. The men in the audience, however, think these girls are just fine. The five human girls traipse on stage, beginning the act.

I hurry to Alice's room, so we can finish our hair. My long chestnut hair is out of style for the moment, so we worked out a way to pin it up, creating the illusion of a flapper's bob. That always takes the most time. Both Alice and Rose work at vampire speed, and finally I am ready. Rosalie's hair is longer than mine, but she twists it into a tempting bun, which she always lustfully shakes out at the end of the routine. I look at the clock on the wall by the door and I see we finished just in time.

"Now we would like to present the 'Grand Finale: the Midnight Triplets,' Alice, Bella and Rosalie!" Edward purrs to the creepy men gawking in the audience.

His voice reminds me of how much I need to have sex tonight. My body is aching for male contact. I think I am addicted to this lifestyle already.

Alice surveys the lot, and says I hope we don't need to feed. These guys are all too innocent.

She uses her psychic powers to see if there are any hardened criminals out there, any cops searching for them, and we take them away to our suites and feed after our sexual performance. Edward hates this habit, but it is really hard to hunt animals in a large city like Chicago. We have a blended diet, feeding on animals when we can, always feeling guilt after a human meal.

"Any lookers?" Rosalie asks as we saunter ou, laughing. We enter the stage by height, so Alice is in front, her dress is just like mine but with silver and blue flecks instead, and her boa is blue. I follow her sashaying hips out, throwing Rose a grin. The gentlemen in the front row are all too attractive to be in an establishment like ours. Rose follows me out, her black dress has pink and purple in it and her boa is pink.

Before the music even starts, several men in a dark corner start wolf-whistling. I roll my eyes, Rose snorts and Alice shrugs. It's just a job now. The music starts and we begin dancing around, flipping the boas around each other's necks in a seductive manner. Soon we are peeling the dresses off, flopping them on the floor. We dance around in this manner for the rest of the show. When there is about two minutes left, we retrieve the boas from the floor, twining them around each other. The men go wild, and for an instant it appears as Rose and I are locking lips to the men with racing hearts. It seems we will do anything for a raise (no pun intended).

The music stops, last call is heard from the bar. In our underwear, Rose, Alice and I leave the stage. It has become our habit to take a guy back to the suite each night, and Edward says we have first pick. At least that's what we tell the other girls. They wait until we walk back with our customers before they begin the search. The three of us seem to be the mothers to these girls, they do whatever we say. Sometimes Rose tests this by having a girl be her servant for a day. Rose always was the most cruel.

Some of the girls here have no taste. The first guy that grabs their ass is the one they entertain. I don't see how a person can degrade themselves into thinking that's acceptable behavior.

Alice leads us to the guys she picks out. "Bella, you take blondie. His name is Freddie Thompson, age 28. Rose, the ginger beside him is Alfred Miller, age 25. You will be very satisfied tonight. I've got the black haired guy to the other side of Freddie, John Bloom. I'll be seeing you later." She informs us of a few key details before she winks and starts the chase. When feeding we use this information to freak the guys out before we drink.

I walk up to Freddie and hear his heart pounding nearly twice the normal speed. He smiles at my approach. Nearly naked, I sit in his lap, feeling his hard dick pressing into me already. This is going to be a quick night.

"Hello good looking." I whisper into his ear, my cold breath sending shivers down his spine.

"Hello there." Freddie responds, wrapping his arms around my waist. Damn, his hands feel so good there.

"What would you pay for a private performance in my suite?" I ask bluntly. There is no beating around the bush in this trade, especially when I need a man so badly.

"Umm, $500?" He asks, clearly stunned by my forwardness. He is clearly new to the trade. We usually charge between $250 and $300 for a 'private showing.' A guy this attractive would have gotten away with half the amount he suggested.

"Perfect." I purr into his ear, standing up. I waltz away, holding his hand. He quickly follows after me. Alice is already in her suite and Rosalie looked like she was about to finish her deal.

I open my door and playfully shove Freddie into the suite. He sees the bedroom, which is right inside the door. I indicate that he should remove his top as I put my costume away, taking his money. He readily complies. I light the few candles around the room, hoping to make it look romantic for him. Freddie seems like the romantic type.

"Candles? This must be amazing." He says, walking over to me, once again wrapping his arms around me, hands grasping my now nude hips.

I turn to face him, "This will be the best night of your life." I kiss his lips hungrily, his hands grab me tighter.

Pulling back I say, "to the bed." We work our way over there, I restrain myself from completely picking him up and dragging him. He lies me down on the bed and starts undoing his belt. My hands stop him and he looks up to my face, hurt. I force him to the bed, on his back and work the belt loose with my teeth. Then I undo his pants and it is a miracle he isn't poking me in the face. His dick is quite large, and that fact satisfies me. I work the pants down to the floor.

I notice a glint of gold on his fourth finger, he must be married. The ring doesn't deter me, only makes me want it more.

I let him flip me onto the bed, he straddles me, kissing me. I moan from the sheer pleasure of his warm flesh pressed against my cold skin. His one hand is massaging my firm breast the other is tugging through my hair. I put my arms around him, pulling his mouth down more firmly over my breast. I arch my back, getting ready for him. The feel of him touching me was driving me crazy.

"I want you now," I pant, pulling him up to my face. I kiss his luscioius lips, and he eagerly responds. His rock solid cock finds its way into me, he begins thrusting powerfully. If I were human, I would have trouble walking in the morning. Since I am not, it is an insanely pleasurable moment and I wrap one leg up around his bottom, locking him to me. I moan again, louder this time, raking my fingers across his back. He seems to be enjoying himself more than I am, his moans erupting so urgently from his chest as he continues plunging inside me.

Finally, he finishes and collapses onto me, slightly shuddering. I let him cuddle for a minute, and then I roll him off. I am by no means a cuddle-person. We had sex, it's not like we are in love. Get in, get out, get gone is my philosophy.

"You need to go now. It's getting late and my boss wants all of the customers gone by 2."

"I just want you to know, that was indeed the best night of my life." Freddie tells me, gazing at my naked form as he puts his pants on.

"Well, I want you to know I had a great time too." I say, getting off my bed, kissing him passionately one last time, before I planned on shoving him out the door.

Ushering the handsome man out the building, I feel regret to see him go. I wasn't lying, Freddie was amazing. I wonder if he'll be back. I walk back to the suite and wait. For some reason, after we have sex, Rosalie and Alice seem to come to my room to talk.

Sure enough, as I opened the door, I smell Alice and Rose inside, sitting on the bed.

"That was a good night. Poor bloke gave me $500. It was a great time. When I asked how much cash he was planning to pay, I couldn't tell him we normally charge half that." I tell the girls, putting on some clothes.

"John was one of the best I have ever had. I almost felt bad charging him." Alice tells us, removing the pins from her soft curls.

"You two are lucky. Alfred was a jerk. He kept trying to get me to say 'I love you' and everything before he did anything. You know how much I hate saying that to a man, even if it is a line." Rosalie says, looking annoyed. The reason she was changed was her idiotic fiancé decided to beat her nearly to death. She has been touchy about saying the words ever since. "Once I lied to him, I have to admit, he did a great job of satisfying me."

We chatted for a bit before going to see Edward. Every night we visited him, keeping him company through the night, talking, planning new ventures, seeing if there's any new heat from Capone. So far, we have managed to keep the pig off our backs.

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So, how was the first real chapter?

I think each chapter will be a different night and a different POV.

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