A/N: Sooooo, this is my new story… 😬 If you've read my stuff before, you might have noticed that I *ahem* really like writing angst and really like writing smut. 😬 I decided to push all in on this one (that's a Vegas metaphor!). It's definitely not going to be sunshine and roses (that's almost like Sookie and me!). There will be, I'm sure, lots and lots (and lots and lots and lots) of pretty darn graphic (and sometimes raunchy) sex, major elements of non-con, and likely a fair-to-middlin' bit of violence. All ye who enter here, ye have been warned. Or something.

I am gonna dedicate this one to Leave Sookie Alone because she is making me write it.

Also, Chapter 8 of Night Shift is on its way soon.

Chapter 1

Eric Northman met Victor Madden on the tarmac of McCarran Airport at the bottom of the stairs leading down from the Seven-Thirty-Seven. They nodded at each other and then headed towards the limo parked three hundred yards or so away. Eric was very tall and very broad and very very handsome. He had been turned back in the days of the Viking and his long hair and blue eyes spoke to his heritage. He dwarfed Victor, who was as small and dark as he was big and blond.

Victor looked up at Eric and grinned. "Working for the king has some perks. Felipe's private jet beats the hell out of flying Anubis."

Eric nodded. "The flight attendant was quite delicious."

"Good. I'll let him know you approved."

Eric wasn't pleased that he'd been relocated from Area Five in Louisiana, where he'd been the Sheriff and co-owned a nightclub with his child, Pam, to Nevada's Area One, where he would be under the thumb of the King, Felipe de Castro. Unfortunately, he didn't have any choice. Nevada had killed Louisiana's Queen — and most of her subjects — eighteen months before and had taken over the state, along with Arkansas.

He'd gotten the news of the move less than a week ago. Pam had been made Sheriff of Area Five and he had been told to pack his bags and board the flight. He was certainly going to enjoy any amenities at his disposal for the trouble.

They climbed into the back of the limousine. Victor chose the seat closest to the front and knocked on the window dividing them from the driver. The car started to move. Eric was sitting across from him.

"What is it that Felipe wants me to do?"

Victor shrugged and smiled. "You're gonna have to take that up with Felipe. I'm just here to get you from point A to point B."

Eric didn't care for Victor Madden. He was smarmy and slimy and underhanded. He took great delight in ruining people's days. Or existences. But he was de Castro's right hand so Eric had to toe the line.

On their way, Victor talked up being part of the King's inner circle in Las Vegas and how much Eric was going to enjoy himself. How it was mostly blood and sex and decadence. Eric had enjoyed autonomy. Having to prostrate himself before the King — and, worse, his advisors — was not his idea of a good time. Besides, it sounded like bullshit.

The limo dropped them off in front of Felipe de Castro's new casino, The Transylvanian. Eric raised an eyebrow at the theme but, somehow, the brightly-lit lobby and the constant sounds of slot machines in the background didn't really clash with the elements of gothic architecture and the macabre.

Victor led Eric through the casino to a door that said VIV Members and Guests Only.

"Very important vampires?"

Victor grinned. "Like us."

Victor swiped his key card and they went inside. It was a huge room with cozy seating areas, a stage, a few beds and a very large empty space where two vampires were fighting. Eric didn't know if it was personal or if it was for sport but there were a dozen or so others watching and commenting on the action.

There were several humans — the donors, he assumed — gathered together in a group on couches and chairs in one corner. Others were accompanying the vampires. Likely pets, day people, or even partners, which certainly wasn't anything he was interested in.

Victor handed Eric a key card.

"Help yourself to the donors whenever you please. You can order room service, too, of course, but I prefer picking my own. A porter has taken your luggage up. Felipe is away for a couple of nights and he'll give you your first assignment when he gets back. In the meantime, enjoy yourself. Take in a few shows. Do some gambling. And enjoy the buffet. We got just about every flavour there is."

Victor walked towards the donors, whistling. Eric went to watch the fight. Unfortunately, it was already winding down. The smaller vampire had beaten the other one badly. The spectators were loud — laughing and trash-talking and complaining — and he saw a couple handing money over to a couple more after losing their bets. He was disappointed; he hoped to catch the next one from the beginning.

He decided to pick a donor and head up to his room for the rest of the night. He saw that Victor had chosen a busty blonde and had led her up to the stage. She was naked and on her knees in front of him and he was getting one hell of a blow job. That soon turned into Victor fucking her face. He had grabbed two big handfuls of hair and was being rough — hurting her on purpose, Eric was sure — but she was taking it like a champ. There were several people and vampires watching, making dirty comments, and laughing.

Victor pulled out of her mouth and covered her face and breasts and hair in cum. He pulled up a red head from the group of donors watching and had her lick the blonde clean. And then lick the blonde to orgasm over and over again. It was incredibly hot but Eric couldn't seem to pull his eyes away from her face. She was being very loud, but she definitely wasn't faking. She was making a big show of it, though, like she was queen of the stage, and she likely could have gotten several of the vampires watching to swear fealty to her, as much fang as there was on display. But, if you just concentrated on her expressions, he could have sworn there were glimpses of sweet and innocent and vulnerable and almost-shy. Bashful, even. There was something incredibly compelling about it. The dichotomy. The Madonna and the whore. He wondered if she had a humiliation kink or if she was just really into the sex and those little peeks of wholesomeness were all part of the show. If so, she must have been a hell of an actress.

The smell of her arousal was starting to permeate the whole area and he could count himself among the ones whose fangs and dicks had gotten long and hard in their mouths and in their pants. She smelled amazing. Better than any other human in recent memory, at least. It was making his mouth water.

He was hoping that Victor would leave the girl behind for the next vampire but he took her with him when he left a little while later. Eric would try to get there earlier the following evening.

There wasn't really anyone else who compared. Besides, he had eaten on the plane. He went up to his room to get settled in. He unpacked his suitcase and then stood in the window, looking out over the opulence and neon and bustle of the Las Vegas strip. He missed his little corner of Northern Louisiana. Maybe Pam was right and he was getting old. He smiled a little and called her.

"So, how is it?"

He sighed. "It is too early to tell. Felipe is away so I have the next night or two free. I'm not sure yet what it is I'll be doing."

"Is Victor behaving?"

He laughed. "Victor pulled a donor onto a stage and put on a little show almost as soon as we arrived."

"Oh, look. He's trying to impress you."

He snorted. "Maybe you are right. And I was definitely impressed, but not by Victor. Unfortunately, he took her home with him."

"Just bide your time. I'm sure you'll get to take a turn."

"Hopefully more than once, especially if she tastes anything like she smells."

"Well, at least you have something to look forward to."

He supposed that she was right. It was something, at least.

He was glad that the hotel had UV-proof windows; having to deal with a coffin was a pain in the ass. Nevermind that he'd been doing it for hundreds of years, which was an improvement over burying himself in the dirt every day or sneaking into mausoleums like he had done most of the hundreds of years before that.

He lay on the bed and watched television until just after dawn. He noticed that there was even a channel with vampire porn but he had seen enough of that downstairs. And the television certainly didn't smell like she had.

Instead, he'd watched an old Western, which he'd quite enjoyed. He had known John Wayne since the early eighties, just a few years after he'd been turned. Eric thought that he still lived in Germany, where he was rarely recognized.

When he slipped into his rest he was thinking about the girl.

…

The next evening, he got a shower before sunset. He was getting anxious and there were no windows between his room and the VIV Club, so he headed out a few minutes before dusk. He expected to be the only vampire there. He was wrong. There were at least a dozen huddled around the stage and Eric wondered if some of them hadn't gone to their rests in a room nearby instead of in the hotel proper.

The girl was on a platform performing again. She was on her hands and knees this time, and Victor was fucking her from behind while another vampire he didn't recognize was in front of her, fucking her mouth. Both of them came at the same time and soon her face, breasts, back and ass were streaked with cum. Victor stuck his cock back in a few seconds later and started fucking her again. Eric considered taking the place of the one in front but Sandy Sechrest, Felipe's financial officer, beat him to it. She climbed onto the platform, stripped, and spread her legs.

The donor was apparently just as good at eating pussy as sucking cock and Sandy came quickly and then came again a minute or so later. She managed a third just as Victor painted the human with even more of his seed.

Eric was hoping that the show was going to continue — maybe with some more audience participation — but the girl was allowed to get up after that. She looked almost arrogant, standing there with her head held high and at least three loads of cum running down her naked body and her face shiny with Sandy Sechrest's juices. He supposed that she had every reason to be cocky. She was obviously quite talented.

He was disappointed that they hadn't given her an orgasm; he missed seeing the glimpses of near-innocence on her face and smelling her arousal but there was something to be said for confidence.

A bead of white liquid clung to the end of her nipple until the droplet fell to the floor. He stood transfixed. He heard the plop when it landed on the stage. She scanned the crowd and made eye contact with him for just a moment but her expression didn't change and she didn't appear to even notice as her gaze moved past him.

He heard Sandy telling Victor that she was taking her for the rest of the night and Sandy led her away. The woman was still naked and covered in ejaculate and oozing confidence. They went through a different door — presumably one that wouldn't lead them through the casino — and Eric scowled in disappointment. Still, he had a pleasant evening getting to know some of the Nevada vampires and won several thousand dollars betting on a couple of fights. He had thought about throwing his hat in the ring there as well, but maybe another time. There would likely be a problem if he accidentally finally killed one of the King's subjects on his second night there.

There were no more sex shows. Sandy and the human didn't return.

He didn't go back up to his room until shortly before sunrise. He felt a little bit better about his new circumstances, anyway. And he hoped that he would get a chance to get up close and personal with the busty blonde enigma soon.