AN: This chapter contains M-rated sexual content, just sayin' people!
Burn baby burn.
Chapter 21.
My phone pinged and I noticed Alice had texted me another message.
Look in the top shelf for your clubbing outfit. It will be perfect to show off your new assets on the dance floor! Have fun and keep Garrett busy with all of your hot moves. Monique will be having a lot of attention of her own to deal with, so don't even worry about her. Tonight she'll meet her match! Much love A and J xx
I started laughing. God only knows when Alice would've put this 'outfit' together. She must have snuck on board, to store this for some time in the future, when I would need it the most...the sneaky girl!
Thank heavens she had put this here, at least I wouldn't look like a country bumpkin, wearing my worn out old clothes to a club; when everyone else was sure to be wearing their latest, most fashionable gear.
I reached up and pulled down some fancy shopping bags. I held my breath...I almost didn't want to look...Alice always managed to go over the top, with her Bella-Barbie, makeover thing that she used to do. She buffed and plucked and God know what else... with me stuck in her enormous bathroom for hours and hours.
I used to find it annoying and frustrating as hell, but I complied with her wishes because I wanted to please her. I used to be such an easy push-over!
I took a deep breath and tried to stay calm.
In the first bag, was a stunning pair of strappy, vermillion Christian Louboutins...the height of the heels were completely outrageous and seriously lethal...if I wasn't a vamp, I could use these shoes as an effective weapon for stabbing someone, honestly!
I tried them on and pranced around...hmm not bad, not bad at all!
They made me feel ridiculously sexy...and considerably taller than I've ever been before.
I started chuckling loudly, feeling so giddy, over-come all of a sudden, with a bad case of shoe-lust! I'd never felt this way with a pair of new shoes before. Now I finally got a glimpse as to why women the world over, were shoe-lovers, shoe collectors, or shoe fetishists, often spending more money on their shoes than on their cars or houses, over their lifetime.
Garrett couldn't help himself. He came to check what all the chuckling and clattering was about, down inside the cabin.
I gasped as I found his hands on my tits and his tall, naked self, rubbing his body up and down behind me.
"Where'd these fancy looking shoes come from Blossom?" he murmured into my ear, as his hardened, leaking length slowly moved up and down my back and behind.
"Alice...they're Louboutins!" I squeaked, as he tweaked my nipples and growled.
"I don't care what the hell they're called! They look fricken hot! Especially as you're still parading around here, as naked as jay bird!"
"Want to see what else Alice left here?" I chuckled louder, reaching over to the peek into the other shopping bags.
"No! I want you to stay right there Blossom and bend a little more at the waist." He growled low and assertively.
"But my new shoes?" I huffed, teasing him a little more, as I tried to take them off my feet.
I knew he was enamoured with these shoes as much as I was.
"Leave them on they look perfect! And DAMN! They give you a new height, which is perfect for me to do this!"
I squealed as he plunged right into me, without any delay...good thing I was more than ready for him. I was all hot and really slippery. He kept up a fast pace, slamming into me at vamp speed and making me want to fall apart with the luscious sensation of his length, moving backwards and forwards over my G-spot, sending sparks of excitement right through me.
He changed our position, pushing me further forward, my hands gripping onto my ankles as I was bent completely in half...I looked up between my legs, where we were joined together, as he pistoned in and out of me...my new perspective was quite fascinating, watching us from this unusual angle...
Then I ended up with my hands around his ankles and my legs being placed, one after another upwards and my Louboutin-clad feet, placed over his shoulders either-side of his head...my God!
He was really, really inspired by these shoes!
He roared as he showed me the full force of his desire.
I started coming. I groaned louder, my juices flowed and my whole body clenched, as waves of pleasure overtook me.
My Captain roared in ecstasy, mirroring my own intense response.
...
I finally got to shoo him out of the cabin. He was dressed in a nice pair of low, black jeans, a dark red shirt and his black boots.
I wanted to get dressed without anymore crazy sex, interrupting me from getting ready to go clubbing.
I couldn't wait to see what was in the other bags Alice had left me.
I found some luscious silky lingerie next. It was a bra and thong set in a rich shade of raspberry and some cute, lacy, black hold-up stockings. I sighed softly, it all felt so silky in my fingers.
I put this beautiful matching set on, they fitted me perfectly and looked incredible... and I bit my lip in an attempt to stay quiet, rather than make any other excited noises.
Any unconscious, excited noises that I made, due to wearing such lovely things... would tend to cause my ever-curious mate to come back in here and investigate...again.
Which in turn, would cause us to be delayed...again...I'm sure he was going to have another inspired session, once he saw what I had on later tonight.
Ok... I now felt even hotter and sexier than before...when I was just wearing the Louboutins...I closed my eyes and attempted to calm down.
At this rate I would implode in a never-ending, self-induced orgasm...and we would never leave the cabin to go anywhere if that occurred!
I pulled out the last bag and peeped inside. There before me was a wonderful mini-dress, cut at the hem on a low angle, with a few soft fabric layers all edged in gold. The dress fluttered as it moved, it would be absolutely perfect for dancing in.
I looked at it. The hot vermillion colour was somewhere between orange and red and a perfect match for my shoes.
I could see that the colour looked wonderful with my new longer hair and pale, flawless skin.
I brushed my hair and let it settle into long waves. I don't know why my hair grew so long on my last day as a human, but it did. I didn't need to do much to make it shiny; it already had a nice natural luster, as my slow transformation took place.
My eyes and lips looked good too, there was no need for extra makeup and my nails might have been painted, but I was fine leaving them plain, I had no nail polish anyway. They were healthy and clean, with a nice buffed shine to them, without me even having to try to get them looking like that.
Before this, I was never one to go out and paint myself up with lots of make-up. I never had the money or the energy to do it; all I ever did before was work and sleep.
Slowly climbing up onto the deck in my new clothes, I felt transformed and surprised with my response to feeling pretty for once in my life.
I heard the Captain's growl of delight, as he caught sight of me, dressed to kill in Alice's wonderful outfit. Vermillion wasn't a colour I normally would have picked out for myself before... or these ridiculously, outrageous shoes either!
At least now-a-days I would never have aching feet, or have to worry about falling awkwardly and spearing myself with the heels. These days I was confident and graceful in my movements.
"We need to be heading off my good sir. Are you planning to row us ashore in the dingy? I don't think I'm up to swimming in this flashy, new get-up." I smiled, pointing to the dress.
"Yes I will row you sweet Blossom, but first just stay there and let me send a snap of you to Alice, in thanks for your glorious ensemble she hid for you on board!" he pulled out his smart phone and snapped a few pics of me, dressed and smiling on the deck, the mysterious moonlit sea in the background.
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We found Monique waiting for us outside the club. It was loud and pumping, with lots of people trying to get in and a strange, Latino version of electronica, blaring out into the warm night.
Monique looked stunning, tall and very happy to see us.
She greeted us with a hug and kiss, and we were allowed in immediately by the poor, dazzled security guy, thanks to Monique's seductive smile.
I heard the groans of frustration, coming from all of the raunchily-dressed teens who were impatiently waiting in line, as we waltzed passed them all and happily queue-jumped.
We moved straight onto the dance floor and started getting down, moving with Garrett to the electronically generated, Latin beat. My mate never let go of me, as we moved smoothly within the hot crowd.
The smells and sounds were a little overpowering for me, so I created a bubble around him and me. Wrapping us in our own small cocoon of joy and desire. It lowered the smell of all the humans around us and kept everyone at bay, it was like an invisible screen.
I noticed Monique in my peripheral vision, making a big, flashy spectacle of herself. Attracting a crowd of dopey-looking young men around her. Just like flies to a honey-pot. She let them all cop a feel and probably believe they would have a good chance of nailing her, later in the evening.
We danced, enjoying our own little bubble, chuckling in delight at the hot movements we created together. We moved to the steady, Latin beat; using a lot of fancy salsa and tango moves. We were acting just like a couple who did this every night, rather than it being our first time dancing to this type of music, in a club.
"So Captain, have you ever been clubbing before?" I asked. Maybe he had lots of practice with other vamp-gals, before me?
"No never. Have you?" he asked in return, swaying me this way and that, as our feet tripped the light-fantastic.
"Not in this sort of club. I used to perform in alternate rave venues and festivals, that sort of thing... doing my fire performances. But I've never dressed like this and never danced as just part of the crowd." I chuckled. Remembering all the times I was on a stage with people watching me, be fearless with fire and perform to a simple drum beat.
I spun around at a human pace, with my dress swirling around, showing off even more of my legs and the lacy tops of my silky stockings. My flashing legs were catching the attention of not only my mate, but a few other observant male dancers too.
I sniggered as he glowered ferociously at the various ogglers, who were staring lustfully at me dancing. They looked a little dazzled, and also a little frightened as Garrett glowered and growled too low for them to hear.
A face in the crowd caught my attention...Peter had arrived. We weren't expecting to see him here in Belize. I wondered what on earth he was doing here? The last time we saw him was at Jasper and Alice's wedding... Garrett spotted him too and waved him over to where we were dancing.
It was nice to see him again and he was looking like a very slick cowboy, wearing really nice, snakeskin boots with chunky silver, Cuban heels and spurs. He nodded and smiled to us as we said hi.
I noticed Garrett didn't feel too happy with me getting close to Peter. So I smiled and kept my distance, he didn't need to worry though, I'm pretty sure that my shield would keep out, or at least be some sort of obstacle to any handsy intruders.
I think Garrett was just acting like a regular male vampire, protecting his mate from any other vampire males, whether they posed a threat to me or not.
I didn't want Garrett getting too stressed; it was bad enough that his ex was gyrating around the dance floor, just like a stripper without a pole to swing from. I'm sure if there was a pole available, she would've made full use of it and happily given the whole club an eye-full of her 'goods'.
Pete's interest suddenly turned to Monique.
She was dancing away, seemingly oblivious to Peter's avid attention.
She was so tall that her tits were at the same level as the faces of three human men, who were all dancing with her and rubbing parts of her rock-hard body...trying to lure her into participating in something much more than just a simple dance.
If only they knew!
If those three didn't watch out, they would become her dinner without her so much as blinking an eye.
Pete's face was transfixed on Monique's hypnotically graceful form.
He looked a little stunned...a little confused, dazzled, dazed, lost and wonder-struck at her glorious statuesque body.
I wiggled my eyebrows and Garrett chuckled quietly at the two of them.
He laughed at Pete's open lust for Monique, as she went on ignoring him, writhing around with the three boys in front of her.
She danced on and on, like an Amazon warrior, a beacon to Peter's crumbling vampire senses...he was on the prowl, moving towards her like a moth to a flame, or a dancing cobra swaying in front of a snake-charmer.
I shook my head at the sight of the two of them.
Who was the predator, and who was the prey? It was hard to know, they were both lethal!
They both looked equally dangerous and I wasn't sure how this would pan out. I wondered if this was part of Alice's cryptic message...about Monique meeting her match?
Peter used to have a wife called Charlotte, but I think he'd been alone for a while and was obviously lonely and unmated.
Garrett pulled me off to the side, around to the bar and ordered a bottle of Mezcal Tequila and two shot glasses. We sat down on a sofa, and watched Pete make his move, while there was still a crowd of young, hopeless guys surrounding Monique.
She continued dancing, ignoring Peter.
It was fascinating; she must know he was there by now! She couldn't keep pretending to be totally blind and lacking in perception...or was she just playing him, like he was playing her?
Garrett poured us both a glass of the nasty smelling stuff and clinked my glass, downing his fast. He smiled while he watched me as I sent my tequila down the hatch, and pulled a face in response...hell! It tasted like fire burning my throat.
"It's an acquired taste Blossom, but it makes a change from blood once in a while." he reasoned, swallowing the second awful mouthful, without even blinking.
"I don't think I'll ever be likely to become an alcoholic vampire, it's a bit too ugh..." I shivered and pulled another face, as the second shot burnt my throat.
Garrett poured another for both of us and lifted his glass to someone on the dance floor.
I looked to see Peter had finally gotten Monique's special attention, and had a smile as wide and as frightening as anything I'd ever seen on a vampire.
He nodded in our direction. Then he moved slowly up to Monique and held onto her wondrous, swishing hips. She had a sly, seductive look on her face, satisfied that she now had a real man in front of her, instead of those previous playthings.
The young guys who just a few seconds before, looked like they were on a sure thing, were now pushed to the side and commiserating their sad situation, without Monique's splendid physique and the fun they might have had. They also looked a little freaked out by Peter's glinting grin, warning them all to keep away.
Monique looked eye to eye with Peter's equally tall frame. They seemed to be enraptured with each other.
"Well, this looks promising! You don't have any regrets that Pete and Monique could become an item, do you?" I whispered.
"Oh no, not at all! They both deserve a lot of happiness and I know Monique has as much experience in the sack, as Peter does on the battle field. So when you actually think about it, they'll probably make a great match."
"Well that's a relief! I'm glad you can let her go and be happy for her. I wouldn't want to have to share you with her...just like I said to you about Jim...I don't and won't ever share you and that's that!" I stated adamantly, looking serious for once.
"Mmm, I love it when you put your foot down Blossom! I'm putty in your hot, little hands! I can't deny it! But you have to know I'm yours, heart and soul. I'll never share you with another and I'll never want another. You are it for me. You fulfill me and stretch me. You make me feel entire, complete and give me a reason to push myself to be the man you deserve. We fit together, there's no other way to say it!"
"Come on, enough of that disgusting fire-water, lets dance!"