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Chapter 6:

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By the end of the week I was due to feed again—which left me torn. Alice and I had our date tomorrow, the date where I promised to take her dancing in that sexy black dress I bought her. It was going to be a wonderful night, a night full of music and close contact and alcoholic beverages. And by the end of it, who knows. Perhaps she would be ready to take me home or to come home with me. To take off that sexy black dress and let me have my way with her delicious body at last.

But what if she wouldn't be ready? That was my main concern. To be honest, I had no way to even predict her readiness. She was like a rare and delicate flower: how was one to even guess when her heart would be nurtured to the point where her legs would bloom willingly? By logic, she would've given it up long ago. It was clear that she liked me. And that I liked her. We had been on dates and made out and fondled each other's boobs. At this point in our relationship, sex was the next logical step, was it not?

One would think so, and yet…I wasn't sure. Despite the overwhelming attraction we felt for each other—particularly on my side—there seemed to be an element of time to consider. After all, we had only known each other two weeks. How long did common principle require we keep our panties on? A month? Two months? God, I hoped not. The wait had already been unendurable, and I had been raised in an era where ladies were taught to preserve their virginity through four year engagements until their very wedding night and even then they were discouraged to enjoy it.

Oh, Alice. When oh when would you finally be ready?

I agonized over the decision long and hard, but in the end, I decided to err on the side of caution. I could not reliably count on her being ready after our date. And I could not count on myself to control myself if she should refuse. I'm not saying I would attack her, of course. My hunger rarely manifested in violence. But if she should refuse, I'm not sure if I could restrain myself from being at least a little snippy. And I'd hate to begin resenting her. After all, it wasn't her fault she was dating a lusty demoness who yearned only for her blood. In many ways, her feelings were perfectly reasonable. Even admirable. Therefore, it was up to me to accommodate them. Which meant I had only one choice: feed from someone else beforehand.

It would be for the best. By taking the edge off my hunger the night before, it would allow me to simply enjoy her company without pawing at her inappropriately or ripping her dress off in the middle of the dancefloor. I think she would appreciate that. It would also spare me the brunt disappointment at the end of the night when she will likely demure out of sex once again. I couldn't be sure she would but I had a feeling. A hunch. You could see it in her eyes or hear it in her giggle. She was ready, oh yes—but not quite.

And so, some other woman would have to suffice for the while. But who? I wasn't in any mood to go hunting. Most of my energies were exhausted on Alice. My thoughts ran to Rosalie, but I had no way to get in contact with her, and no assurance that I would have the opportunity to feed from her. I considered little Leah, as well, but after meeting her mother I'm not sure I would be comfortable corrupting the misguided teenager any further. But what about…Victoria? Hmm, now that did sound intriguing. Victoria would actually be quite perfect for my purposes; a skank, a snack, a woman who doesn't mind being used and abused and set aside. A woman who even seemed to like it. She would be both easy and uncomplicated, and as a bonus, I actually liked her a little.

So I gave her a call and asked if she was up for a booty call. She tried to wheedle James into the deal, of course, but I told her I was only interested in her. She sounded slightly disappointed, as if sex with only one person was slightly beneath her, but she agreed to meet me at a bar.

The bar was called the Dalloway, the same place where I had arranged to meet Alice the first time. It was a lesbian bar that was rather romantic and understated, the kind of placed you'd take a girlfriend for a few quiet drinks or where you might meet another likeminded single. The lighting was dim and the only music was a quiet piano recording. There were couples of various ages sitting at tables or in booths, huddled closely in intimate conversation above the romantic tablelamps. Victoria was sitting at the bar. She wore a pair of faded blue jeans and from behind you could see a thong angling into her ass above the waistband. She was looking about with her nose wrinkled, as if such an establishment wasn't quite trashy enough for her standards.

She saw me coming and gave me a frown. "Hey," she said. "This bar sucks."

"Ah, Victoria," I said, leaning to kiss both her cheeks. "So nice to see you."

She was still looking around in thinly vailed contempt. "They don't even have a dancefloor," she said in the same tone one might observe that they didn't have any restrooms.

"That's true," I said, and then I smirked at her. "But who said I wanted to dance with you?"

The smirk was something that set her at ease and she gave me one back. "Well, when you put it that way…"

I sat down and the bartender asked what I wanted. Victoria was drinking a beer. Ick. Now her mouth would be bitter. I ordered a glass of wine. Victoria swallowed down the last of her beer and ordered another.

The bartender bought our drinks and Victoria waited for her to go. She actually seemed a little nervous, as if she had never been in a gay bar before and wasn't quite comfortable.

"So when we getting out of here?" she asked.

"Soon," I said. "I just thought we could have a couple drinks together and catch up."

She nodded and then something occurred to her. "Good idea—actually, I was glad you called. There's a couple jobs I wanted to talk to you about. We need a few models for a couple shoots coming up and you're the first one who came to mind. Interested?"

"Perhaps," I said. "Although I'd hate to think you're coercing me into bed by offering me work."

She grinned. "Hey, you're the one who called me. If anything, I'm the one who should be suspicious of you sleeping your way into jobs."

I smiled and sipped my wine. "Well, let's not talk about work right now and we won't argue about it."

"Fair enough. So what do you want to talk about?"

"Let's talk about having a couple more drinks and going back to my place."

"Suits the fuck out of me," she said.

I smiled with a mouthful of wine and swallowed. Suits me too.

In the end, I only had the one glass before we left. We chatted for a little bit at the bar and made some small talk and I was surprised by how she never mentioned Alice. Perhaps she had forgotten meeting her at the shoot I had bought her too. Otherwise you'd think she'd at least inquire as to why I was cheating on the poor thing. If she knew, perhaps she might've even refused to allow me the opportunity, although I somehow doubted her morals would've stretched that far.

Victoria had taken a cab so I drove her back to my place in my car. It was still fairly early. Only about nine o'clock, which meant we would have quite a few hours to ourselves. I had a feeling she would be in for a treat. Perhaps I would be as well. Victoria was a sexy woman with a great deal of raw sexuality. The kind of woman who just likes to fuck. Similar to myself, although from a much lower class.

It was the first time she had been to my apartment. I let her in through the front door and she went wandering into the living room. She nodded at the wall of photographs that showcased my various shoots and did a slow spiral to take in the white leather furniture, the glass coffeetable, the clean and pristine spotlessness of the entire apartment.

"So," she said. "This is the ho pad, huh?"

I smiled and tossed my keys into a bowl I kept on the sideboard. "Something like that," I said. "Speaking of ho, would you mind if I asked you to take a shower before we…retire to the bedroom?"

Her brow puckered. "A shower? What for?"

"Well, not to put too fine a point on it, but I'd rather not have my mouth anyplace where James's residue may be lingering."

She cringed and grinned at the same time. "That's insane," she said. "And insulting. What do you think I am, some kind of skank?"

"Yes, precisely," I said. "Would you disagree?"

She snorted a chuckle and shook her head. "Fine, whatever," she said. "Let's just hurry, I'm horny."

She pulled off her top and went in search of the bathroom.

I followed but I didn't hurry. Hurrying wasn't my style. I was a slow and methodical kind of lover. Thoroughness is what I liked and I had a feeling she was going to like it too. I wasn't sure if she had ever had sex with just another woman before, one on one, but if she hadn't, she was in for a pleasant surprise, especially in my own capable hands. She had unbuttoned her jeans and dropped them to the bathroom floor. Her legs were long and pale, similar to mine. Her bra next, revealing two huge and pale boobs. I smiled at her as I reached into the shower to turn the water on. Her body had its own sort of slutty deliciousness and I couldn't wait to eat her up.

We showered together, which was one of my preferred methods of foreplay. Victoria seemed to like it as well. She told me that she'd only ever had sex in the shower with dudes but maybe this was better because dudes didn't have big soapy boobs. I kissed her under the water, tasting her mouth and lips. Her lips were full and luscious, like the rest of her body, so soft and succulent. I fondled her ass a little bit, mashing our wet tits together. It was actually quite a nice meaty ass. I gave it a squeeze and felt up every nook and cranny. Especially her cranny. She was getting quite horny and aggressive, grinning through the steam and grinding her chest into mine and gripping my breasts in her heads before dipping her head to suck on my nipples. She lowered herself all the way to her knees and began eating me out with the water pounding on her head, her red hair dark and wet and stuck to her pale body. I was pleased with how eager she was but I told her not to get carried away just yet. She smiled up at me and gave me a teasing lick, her face wet and beautiful.

I took her out of the shower and we cooled down a little as we patted ourselves dry. She kept telling me to hurry in a playfully pleading voice, squirming her hips like an impatient little girl. I told her to relax; we had all night.

I lit some candles in the bedroom, just a few of them for mood lighting. Victoria was talking about toys but I said I'm more of a natural kind of girl. She climbed into the bed and told me I better be good because she hardly ever came from just oral. I blew out the match and smiled. I turned to her, my naked body bathed in candlelight. She smirked at me, watching as I came over and got into the bed. I straddled her and leaned to her face. I told her I would be the best she ever had. She smiled and didn't reply, suspecting perhaps that might be true. I placed my lips on hers and began kissing her. I kissed her a long time, slowly heating it up and adding tongue and hands and rubbing my body into hers, letting her feel my silkiness. I played with her tits, licking them and kissing them and sucking at her nipples. She was soon moaning and spreading her legs. The area between her thighs was slick with arousal and she groaned as I inserted two fingers into her. I teased her with a couple jabs of my fingers and asked her if James had ever made her moan like that. Her face was flushed and sweaty and she smiled and clenched her vagina on my fingers and told me that James would already be asleep by now. I smiled and kissed her and then I moved my mouth down between her legs.

I ate her out slowly and leisurely, like a fine dessert. I doubt she had ever been savoured like this before and she seemed to enjoy it, arching her back and squirming and tossing her head, her heels planted into the mattress with me facefirst between her thighs, licking, lapping, sucking at her delicious moisture. Her climax was soon approaching and I drew it out as long as possible before triggering it with a savage suck at her engorged clitoris. She cried out and the cry chopped off in silence as she arched up off the mattress like a woman electrocuted.

Then finally she flopped, sweaty and spent. She was laughing and saying oh my god over and over. She closed her wet thighs and rubbed them together. I laid down beside her and teased her until she opened her eyes, smiling. She said that was pretty awesome. I kissed her lips and told her it was my pleasure. Then I continued to kiss her, easing her onto her back. She went willingly, her bones like jelly. I kissed her for a long time, feeding my own horniness until she was ready to do me. Finally she flipped me over onto my back. She rubbed at my vagina with her fingers and smiled at me and warned me that she hadn't had much practice going down on girls. I told her most chicks were naturals, whether they had any practice or not. She supposed that was true and she chuckled and kissed me and moved her head down. I opened my thighs and watched as her tongue passed across my wet entrance for the first time, allowing a low and pleasurable moan to come out of my chest. She seemed to be digging the slowness by now and she took her time much the same way I had taken my time with her, licking and lapping at my wetness until the climax grew into an orgasm that swept over me like a wave. It wasn't as powerful as the one she had experienced but it was more than enough to satisfy.

Afterwards we went for another shower to wash away all the sweatiness and I told her to get back into bed while I fetched us something to drink. I found a bottle of water and a bottle of wine and I bought them both back into the bedroom. We shared the water between us in a matter of gulps and then sat up in the bed, completely naked with only the sheets covering our laps, and passed the wine bottle back and forth and talked about how great we were. Then something else occurred to her.

"Oh hey," she said. "I just remembered. What about that girl you bought to the studio the other day?"

Ah, now she remembers. A little late but perhaps it would lead to interesting conversation. I took the wine bottle from her and lifted it for a sip. "Alice," I said. "Her name was Alice."

"Yeah, her. I thought you guys were dating, what happened?"

"Nothing happened. Actually, we're getting together tomorrow night. We're going dancing. I even bought her a dress."

"So you're still dating?"

"Mmhm."

She seemed confused. Her orange eyebrows puckered. "So if you have a girlfriend," she said. "Why the hell did you call me?"

I shrugged a naked shoulder and offered the bottle. "I needed a booty call," I said. "Alice and I still haven't even had sex yet. She wants to wait until she's sure about me."

She took the bottle but she didn't drink. She set it in her lap, smiling in mild confusion as if something didn't quite make sense here, and said:

"Wait, so let me get this straight. She's waiting until she can be sure about you…and here you are cheating on her?"

I nodded and lowered myself to a pillow, stretching out on the mattress. "That's how it turned out, yes."

"Wow," she said. "That's low."

I smiled up at her where she sat with the bottle in her lap, her exposed boobs all fat and orange in the candlelight. "Isn't that a little hypocritical?" I asked. "Coming from you?"

"Me and James aren't dating. We're just fucking."

"I suppose."

"Seriously, though. I mean, what the fuck's wrong with you? How can you just cheat on your girlfriend for no reason at all?"

I sighed and gazed up at the ceiling. The problem was, I did have a reason. It was called blood. "I'm not sure," I said. "It is rather unfair on her, isn't it?"

She snorted and took one last swig of wine before leaning to set it on the nightstand. Then she surprised me by laying down beside me on the same pillow, pulling the covers up over us.

"Well, I guess I can't judge," she said, letting her tone go soft. "I'm just surprised. I never knew you were this kind of person."

"You'd be surprised what kind of person I really am."

"I guess so."

I wrapped my arm around her and pulled her close. Her nakedness settled against mine. I sensed we were having some kind of moment and it felt nice. The room was filled with warmth and candlelight and the lingering scent of her pheromones and soon, soon…

"Stay the night with me," I whispered. "It'll be like a slumber party."

She snorted again and cuddled up to me. "Fine," she said. "Actually, this is kind of nice. It's been a while since I had sex without any clothes on. Usually I hardly even peel aside my panties."

"Yes. You're not a skank at all."

"Hey. At least I'm not cheating on anyone."

I chuckled to myself. That was actually true. Despite my scorn for Victoria and James and their whorish ways, it was hard to argue that my own habits of sluttery weren't even lower. But oh well. At least I could take comfort in the knowledge that it was simply my nature. My curse. My lovely burden.

Victoria was nestling her head against mine on the pillow. "But it's alright," she went on. "I'm not going to judge you or anything. I actually like you. So call me any time you want, okay? I'm down for booty calls whenever."

"I'll keep it in mind."

"And if you want James to join in…"

"Ugh."

She chuckled and rubbed her thigh against my body under the covers. "Fine," she said. "Your loss. But how about next time we use a strapon or something? Or are you so anti-male you won't even keep bananas in the house?"

"Don't worry, I'm well versed with a variety of different toys. I just prefer oral."

"I guess a lot of you lesbians do."

"Not all. But some, yes. Personally, it's always felt most natural to me to express my love with my mouth."

"Love? Since when are we in love?"

"Not you, silly. I meant my love for the female body. For sex." For blood.

"I think that's more like lust."

"You may be right."

She chuckled softly under my arm and already I could feel her drifting to sleep. The candle on the nightstand had burnt down to a nub and I watched it for a moment as it was reflected in the dark glass of the wine bottle beside it. My fangs were elongating in my mouth and I used my tongue to toy with them while I waited for the woman beside me to sleep. And then, tomorrow, I would be satisfied in both body and blood and I would be able to treat Alice with the delicacy she deserves.

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