Walking into the club tonight I was hit with a different energy. Different in the way that the normal forboddance of entertaining the antics of lower life forms, was almost palliable. It didn't help that the royal ass kisser was hot on my heels. I can feel my child in my office no doubt with her feet propped on my desk and reclined in my chair. You would think after 200 years she wouldn't be as petulant, she is loyal to a fault but I do tire of her childish ways. Maybe I am to blame, I have indulged her for far too long.
I enter my office, just as I suspected I find my child sitting at my desk. I already know she is only trying to get a rise out of me. For she knew I was coming from the tie that we share.
"Pamela", I say with command in my voice.
"Welcome back, master", she answers with a smirk and a low English drawl.
Here features quickly change to distaste as she peers over my shoulder.
"Master, you need to check your shoes", I quickly looked down at my feet as she continues. "I think you stepped in a pile of shit and dragged it in with you... Oh, is just Compton".
I laugh, a full bellied laugh, my child shares my distain for this ass hat, leave it to her to give me a most amusing welcome. Compton let out a low growl, but quickly fell silent when I give him a challenging stare.
"Pamela, it's always a pleasure", he says trying to make that ridiculous southern twang sound sincere.
My child hating to be called Pamela and only tolerates me using the name because I am her creator, responds with a snarl.
"I'd love the pleasure of staking my red bottom heel through your heart". pointing to her feet and lightly touching her shoes, "But then I do love these shoes".
As I pushed Pamela's feet aside and sit on the edge of my desk, I announced. "Billy boy here is on business for the queen, or so he says".
"Bullshit", Pamela pretended to cough, the irony that vampires do not need to produce bodily noises isn't lost on me. Pam however has lots of fun imitating the most asinine things that humans think up.
"Bullshit is right Pamela", I say looking Compton in the eye, I waved my hand when he attempts to speak.
"Be that as it may, I suppose we should clear out a space for him to pretend to work".
"Well, we do have that extra storage closet next to the men's lavatory, a perfect place for a piece of shit". She says with a gleam in her eye, "To occupy space where human's shit".
"Perfect, have the space cleared out at once", I say with a satisfied grin.
"Now see here!", Compton finally speaks with an indignant look and a self-perceived authority. "I am here on official capacity, by orders of the queen and I will be given the respect of that station".
I had him dangling by his throat within a flash. With my fangs, down in the most menacing way possible, mere inches from his face.
"As if I give a fuck, what capacity you think you have, you are in my area and in area 5 I am the law". The more I speak the more pressure I put on his neck, crushing his wind pipe. Not that he needed to breathe but it hurt like fuck and it would prevent him from speaking until I made my point clear.
"You and your childish queen are lucky that I am willing to indulge this farce, but let me make myself completely comprehensible. I don't give a flying fuck why you are really here as long as it doesn't interfere with my business. But in the meantime, whatever liberties I decided to bestow on you, you will except with grandeur. You will follow every rule and tow the line like everyone else or I will rip off your cock and balls, and shove your dick up your ass and mail your balls to the queen".
Pamela chimes in, "I hear she likes to embellish everything with gold, maybe she can dip your balls in gold and make some bobble earrings".
"I'm sure the scrotum line will be all the rage", I say with all the sarcasm l can muster. "Now take this, and get back to work". I say dropping Compton to the floor. His body crumples into heap. Pam grabs his shirt touching it as if his assholery is contagious, and drags him out of the door. Before she completely passes the threshold, my child looks over her shoulder.
"Oh, by the way master, I reserved your booth for tonight". I arch my brow giving her a questioning look, she knows that my taste has waned as of late. The dancers have all but lost my interest.
"Be on the floor at 8 I promise it will well worth it". She said with an auspicious look closing the door behind her.
I take a seat behind my desk and began to sort through the paperwork that adorns it. My child's filing system is for shit. As I get deeper into the task before me, I think back on my human days. I could not fathom a time when I was ever as weak and pathetic as the breathers that frequent this establishment. Of course, if they knew the existence of my kind, it might lead to a different experience altogether, but not by much.
It is quite comical to witness the feeble attempts these patrons try to make in enticing the dancers and staff. As if a soccer mom and mother of three could really have anything to offer someone like Aiden, except for her husband's money. Unless you have a 6 figure salary Dawn or Yvetta won't even bat and eyelash your way. But that doesn't stop beer bellied balding men from throwing away their hard on earn cash. If they are so willing to separate themselves from their money, who am I to stop them. It would be less than strategic of me not to take full advantage.
Be that as it may, this all becomes tiresome after a while. I no longer partake in the luxuries this place offers. When the doors of Rhapsody first opened I was just as enticed as the humans. Being a vampire of my age, one would have to have a borage of eclectic tastes to overcome the tedium of life. In the beginning Rhapsody gave me that in spades. I had my pick of both male and female, sometimes simultaneously. But now something as prosaic as a feed and fuck, no longer intrigues me.
It is to the point if I have seen one pair of breasts and a cock, I have seen them all. There is nothing new or surprising to this place anymore. That is why I prefer the company of myself, in my office. Because I am sure that I'm not missing anything on the floor. All the more reason having Compton's presence here is infuriating. Having to entertain this trifling fuckard, if only to figure out his true mission makes me want to tear him limb from limb. Part of me wants him to fuck up just so I can exact my own special justice. But then there is the paperwork and dealing will Sophie Anne. There is only so much of her I can take.
The scent hits me before I even lay eyes on her. I am late getting out to the floor, frankly I initially forgo going out. Even if Pam promises a great show I can't bring myself to care. The last time Pamela promised me a treat, I was settled with Yvetta and though she is a great fuck she has the annoying habit of thinking she means more to me than getting in where I fit in. The crowd's reaction however, brought me out of my office, and I followed the heavenly smell out to the floor. I see the most breathtaking creature on two legs that ever existed, (Not that I need to breathe). But it would be a sin not to inhale her scent.
As I make my way to my booth I watch how the leather and lace clings to her body, accentuating her curves. My cock is instantly hard and the Viking in me screams "Pillage!". I notice that while she does some provocative moves, she has an air of innocence. That innocence mixed with perfume, the smell of sweat and her own natural fragrance makes my fangs ache. I am lost in a hazed of miraculous pleasure when she knocks the chair over leaping to the floor. The extenuation of her legs makes me imagine them wrapped around my waist as I drive my cock in and out of what I can only envision is the softest and tightest place on earth.
As she lands on the floor her momentary pause brings me up short. Is something wrong, why is she not moving? Just as I am filled with an overwhelming sensation to go to her, she looks up and our eyes meet. Before I know it, she is on her feet with a look of new found confidence. Those big brown eyes drink me in. She reaches for her zipper tantalizing slow she pulls it down to her navel. I lean forward for no doubt I am in the presence of a Goddess and am about to witness the bountiful lusciousness of her marvelous breasts. I can already feel their weight in my hand, my cock has become painful as it stretches the seams of my jeans. As I picture my fangs piercing her taut nipples.
She surprises me however when she closes the zipper with a sexy smirk. The crowd reacts, I am disappointed and relieved at the same time. Her coyness intrigues me and smile, knowing that I alone will have the pleasure of seeing her naked, as it should be. She does not know it yet, but she is mine. I continue to watch as she bends over swaying her perfectly succulent ass at the crowd, all I can think of is my hands on either side of her hips driving her to multiple orgasms. "Oh, the possibilities".
She looks over her shoulder and winks, I smirk because I instantly know she is now dancing for me. When she sits crosses, uncrosses and re-crosses her legs I almost cum in my pants. I can tell by the smell that much of the crowd already has.
Compton chooses this moment to join me, asking some asinine question about finances. He is too stupid to take my growl as a warning that he should walk away while he still has legs. He is lucky that my attention is brought back to my Goddess, "Little Miss Sunshine, indeed". She will be my Sol, the Norse anointed Goddess of the sun. Her body is now upside down with her captivating breasts heaving in my direction. Our eyes have yet to break contact it is as if I am her life line, and I am glad to be.
My Sol is now on her hands and knees crawling towards me with each stride her scent grows stronger and stronger. I see when she catches herself as if waking from a trance. I also see where Compton's fangs are all but visible. Being so young he is not as in control as myself. I am able to grab him and pin him down to the table just in time as he launches himself at the stage the moment my Sol does a death drop. Several of the human patrons also rush the stage but my underlings are quick to get them under control. But of course, the human staff and remaining patrons witness this and panic ensues. We will have to glamour that lot of them. I look up to the stage and my Sol is no longer there a growl escapes me and I squeeze Compton harder making sure to break several bones. I'll give my child this, she promised a memorable evening and she delivered in spades.
