Mike Spencer was a simple man. He liked his work, enjoyed a couple of beers at the end of the day, and every now and and again wanted to get laid without having someone nag him about chores or reminders about pointless dinner parties after he cums.
At least his work paid well. He had risen to the position through luck. Originally a lowly corner in Louisiana, he got his big break when one of the bodies became involved in a massive, multi state murder investigation. Vampire Bill had noticed him, and before he knew it, he had agreed to come work at Golden Oaks. A few cases of food poisoning of more senior doctors later, and he had found himself in charge of one of the labs just as they were selecting staff for the telepathic trials.
Unlike most people, Mike Spencer didn't have anything against vampires. Granted, he had heard rumors about their ability to hypnotize people. Then again, he'd also heard rumors about them being great in the sack. Now *that's* something he wanted to find out more about. He'd be a willing test subject for those trials.
The Native American guy who was tending the bar tonight gave Mike the creeps. Still, he signaled the bartender for another drink.
"Where's Eggs?" he asked trying to strike up a conversation, as the bartender filled up another pint with some imported beer Mike didn't even like. But chicks liked seeing a guy drink the imported stuff, so he drank the imported stuff. His strategy hadn't been a success so far tonight, so he felt relegated to some conversation with Native American creeper. Hey, that's what tips were for.
"Sick," the bartender grunted.
"Oh-kay," Mike replied quietly. If the guy didn't want to talk, then fine. But he could at least speak in whole sentences.
He turned around to look across the bar. Thursday nights were always good for a little quick relaxation. He could say to his wife that he was working late, and enough girls with low self esteem or looking to find a date for the weekend would stumble in. Then again, he really shouldn't be out tonight, especially given his wife's yelling on the phone earlier. But it was exactly because of the yelling that he needed to let loose a little bit. Spread some of that Mike Magic around.
His short sleeved, light blue, cotton, button down shirt stood out against the dark browns and greens of the bar. For a moment he debated whether he should have added more colonge before coming here. Ever since they implemented the smoking bans, it was hard to tell if two splashes were enough. Nothing like a little musk and sandalwood to make the ladies lean in closer.
Across the room, stretched across the pool table, a flash of blond caught his eye. Girls. Not just any girls, from the looks of things. Girls on a girls night out. Like a hunter trained on his prey, he grabbed his beer and moved to stand by one of the high tables near the girls. A whoop of excitement as one of the girls managed to sink a ball, and they gathered hugging each other. A tall blond looked over at him, and they eyes locked. She turned away, demure and coy, a shy smile gracing her hot pink lips.
Perfect, Mike thought. This would be like shooting fish in barrel.
The blond was slim, but well endowed in the areas the mattered. She was wearing sky high heels with red soles, and a black bodycon dress that hugged her every curve. Mike gulped. Was that a flash of a pink bra he just saw? This woman felt totally out of his league, but then again, she was eying him up. Who was he to complain if she had great taste?
"What's your poison?" he asked, cringing slightly as his voice cracked. The blond licked her lips and she looked him up and down.
"Oh, I think you'll do."
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