A/N: Yes. Night Shift. Is started. There will be a date! But must… write… porn. 😬

Chapter 2

Eric had a message on his cell phone when he rose the next evening. The King had returned during the day and wanted to see him shortly after dark. He was bitter that he wasn't going to be able to have her for at least another night. He got a shower and dressed in his Armani suit and looked out the window until it was time to leave.

Felipe De Castro sat behind a gigantic oak desk in his large corner office. The room was offset and two glass walls offered a view up and down the strip. He gestured to the chair across from him and Eric bowed and said, "Your majesty," before he sat down.

The King was an extremely attractive man with short dark hair, a Van Dyke beard and a thick-yet-honeyed Latin accent. He wore a tailored suit and a long black cape lined with red silk and a matching ruby earring.

"Eric, thank you for coming."

It wasn't like he'd had a choice.

"Of course, your majesty."

"Felipe is fine."

"Of course, Felipe."

"Eric, the casino has been steadily losing money over the past several months. It started small. At first, it just seemed like an anomaly in the statistics. But now the slots are giving out big payouts two hundred seventeen percent more often than this time last year. Instead of dealing blackjack one time in twenty-one, it's one hand in fourteen to the players and one in twenty-five for the dealer. I could go on. It is happening across all games. Even when we attempt to… compensate. We are getting a reputation. This will be good when the problem is under control. It is not welcome now."

Eric steepled his fingers. "What are the theories?"

"Cheating, of course. But we don't know who or how. We have detected no magic. There are no electronics or magnets involved. No radios."

"And you want me to investigate?"

Felipe smiled. "No. Not exactly. I have a telepath. A human. I usually only use her for… internal matters, but it is time to try her out in the casino again. She will read the marks. Hopefully someone exploiting the issue knows something and she will hear it. We have exhausted every other avenue we've been able to find."

Eric raised an eyebrow. "Then why did you send for me?"

"There are many who want her. Who have threatened to take her away from me for one reason or another. And who might not even hesitate from taking her from right under my nose."

The King's smile widened.

"Besides, she can be… difficult. Hard to manage. She has been known to run. To harm herself. She can't always control her ability or her temper. She needs a babysitter as well as a guard. That babysitter is you."

Eric tried not to let his anger show. It took great effort not to clench his teeth. He had been stripped of his title and torn from his home for this? He didn't dare speak.

"She needs to get out there and listen. And when she leaves the VIV area, she doesn't leave your sight. She is very valuable. I cannot lose her."

When Eric still didn't reply, Felipe continued.

"You don't need to act like lovebirds, but don't stand out. You will gamble. See the shows. Visit the stores and restaurants and bars. You will both have an unlimited bankroll. Just use the key card and charge everything to your room. The chips you win will remain property of the casino, of course."

Eric was finally able to take his voice back.

"You said she is difficult. Will she behave? Will she make a scene?"

Felipe shrugged. "I don't foresee a problem. She will enjoy the gambling and shows and the expensive food and drinks, I am sure. Maybe even the attention."

The King's smile almost turned into a leer.

"Sometimes, she can be quite pleasant."

He shrugged. "And if she isn't cooperative, you can help her along. Better living through chemicals, I believe is the phrase. Uppers. Downers. Cocaine. V… Whatever suits the situation."

Eric's eyebrows shot up in surprise. V? Felipe pressed the intercom on his desk.

"Send in Miss Stackhouse."

When the door opened, Eric decided he was open to changing his mind. It was the blonde. Her scent preceded her into the room and she looked every bit as delicious in a designer sundress as she had naked. Delicious and expensive. Like she was visiting from Palm Springs instead of what amounted to a vampire brothel where the workers were all volunteers.

Her hair was thick and fell in waves down her back, almost exactly the same colour as his. She looked at him and gave no sign of recognition but she didn't seem quite so haughty with her clothes on and not covered in semen. Then again, she didn't look particularly friendly either. Nevertheless, he would have free access to her almost whenever he pleased. At first glance, it seemed like a decent signing bonus and consolation prize.

"Sookie, this is Eric. He'll be accompanying you in the casino. You must stick with him. He's your new personal guard."

She nodded. "How-dee-doo, Eric."

The corner of his lip twitched but he just nodded back. "Sookie."

Felipe gestured to the door with his chin. "She'll be right out."

Eric had been dismissed. He left Felipe's office. The receptionist at the desk just outside handed him a small bag with things she said he might need. He decided to look at it more closely later. He stood beside the elevator, thinking about what was to come in the next few minutes — including himself — while he waited. He hadn't had anyone since the flight attendant two nights before and he was rock hard in anticipation.

Three or four minutes later, she walked out with smudged lipstick and a blank expression. She had a small handbag and she fixed her makeup in the mirror at the back of the elevator as they descended to the casino level.

When the doors opened, he said, "Come with me," and she followed him past the gaming tables and slot machines towards another set of elevators leading up to the hotel rooms. She stopped.

"I'm supposed to be looking for cheaters and thieves. Why are we going upstairs?"

He turned around, impatient.

"I am hungry. Horny. I want you and I need to feed. We can get started after."

She had deep frown lines between her eyebrows and anger in her eyes.

"Excuse me? You're here to guard me. I'm not here to service you."

"Victor said that I was free to help myself to the donors."

"Bully for you! I am not a donor."

Eric was getting very irritated.

"You are put on display for the pleasure of others. Passed around. Taken freely and given away. Victor had you two nights ago. Sandy had you last night, along with Victor and more. Tonight, you are mine. Come. You are making a scene."

Her voice dropped. It was almost a hiss.

"I do not exist for your sustenance or gratification. I belong to the King and I serve at his pleasure. Not yours."

Eric thought over the conversation and realized that Felipe hadn't told her that she had to heed his commands. Even besides the sex, he wouldn't be able to babysit her without the ability to make her do what she was told. He caught her eyes.

"You must do as I say."

She slapped his cheek. He'd thought she'd been under his control and hadn't been expecting it. He was livid. They glared at each other for a moment before he grabbed her upper arm in an iron grip and strode back across the casino, pulling her along beside him. There were many people looking but nobody stopped him or said anything out loud. He was relieved when she didn't scream or try to struggle.

She yanked her arm away from him while they were waiting for Felipe's elevator. She stood next to him and didn't try to run. Her posture and expression were the same as they'd been when she'd stood on the stage before Sandy Sechrest had taken her away the night before.

When the elevator door opened, he went to take her arm again but she pulled it out of his reach and walked inside on her own. Her chin was held a fraction higher and her jaw was clenched. He heard her breath catch in her chest but then her expression darkened and it didn't happen again. He followed her into the elevator and pressed the button marked King.

When they arrived, Eric grabbed her arm again and marched her back to the receptionist. He spoke through clenched teeth.

"I need to have a word with the King."

The office door opened slowly and Felipe stood in the entryway.

"Is there a problem, Northman?"

"The telepath refuses to do as I say."

She corrected him.

"I told him that I serve at your pleasure and not his."

Felipe made an exaggerated sigh.

"Sookie, when you are under his care, you must obey. You know what will happen if you are difficult."

"Yes, your highness."

Her voice was stiff but contained no outright disrespect. However, she didn't wait to be dismissed. She got back into the elevator alone to wait.

Felipe smirked. "If you get tired of her mouth, I recommend keeping it full as much as possible."

"I tried to glamour her. She slapped me."

Felipe rolled his eyes. "Yes. Unfortunately, she is immune. She has learned to heed well, but she makes it a habit to skirt the line. Really, it is my fault. I encourage it. I'm afraid I enjoy her spirit. If she goes too far and needs to be disciplined, nothing that would make her need to be healed. And try not to mark her face. But I am sure that, now that the expectations are clear, she will obey."

Sookie stood ramrod-straight next to him in the elevator all the way down. When the door opened, she took off at a brisk walk and he almost grabbed her arm again but decided against it. She wouldn't be able to get away from him, regardless. Instead, he followed her back across the casino to the other set of elevators up to the hotel rooms.

Her scent filled the lift. She was turned on, too. His cock was like iron in his suit pants. When they got to his floor, he led her to his room and used his key card. He let her in first and she dropped to her knees just a few feet inside the door. As soon as he closed it, he opened his belt and unbuttoned his fly and she swallowed his cock to the root right away without even a hint of a gag reflex. No matter how big he was. He grunted and thrust against her, burying her nose in his blond pubic hair. She moaned and the vibrations felt so good that it made him grunt and thrust against her mouth again.

She swallowed him over and over, humming long and low, and then pulling back so she could bob her head and hollow her cheeks and use her very talented mouth and tongue up and down his shaft and around his head and down to his balls before sucking him down her throat again. She edged him for a while, backing off when it seemed like he was getting close and then worshiping his cock some more. She looked into his eyes just how he liked it and poured herself into it, performing for him and showing him how much sucking his cock turned her on. She was very very good. Better even than he'd guessed based on what he had seen, and he'd had very high hopes.

She didn't back off when he got close the next time and he held the back of her head, keeping her mouth pressed tight against his pubic bone, as he shot wave after wave of his seed straight down her throat.

She waited patiently until he let her go. She pulled her mouth from his cock, sucking it clean as she did, swallowed one more time and then stood up and wiped a white smear from the corner of her lips with her thumb.

"Are we going to go downstairs and get on with this, or what?"

He pushed her up against the wall and kissed her hard. She kissed him back without hesitation and buried her hands in his hair. He stripped off her clothes and then finished taking off his and then picked her up and threw her on the bed. He had every intention of drinking her blood and he absolutely needed to fuck her before they did anything else. Despite his climax minutes before, he wasn't any less horny than he'd been in the elevator, or even watching her getting her pussy eaten by the pretty redhead a couple of nights before. That's what he needed first. He climbed in after her and buried his face between her legs.

She threw her head back and moaned, tangling her fingers in his hair again. He moaned even louder. She tasted like the fresh water from a mountain stream in springtime, sweet with melting snow.

She came over and over again, helpless against his tongue and his mouth and his hands. She was incredibly responsive and her taste and scent and the noises she was making were making him crazy for her. After a long while, he felt the muscles in her abdomen trembling in exhaustion but he hadn't wanted to stop drinking the nectar between her thighs. Finally, he moved up to concentrate on her spectacular breasts. He sucked her nipple deep into his mouth and bit and took just a taste of her blood. He had to close his eyes and just hold it there. Savoring it. Eventually, he swallowed and then let her go with an audible pop.

He kissed up her neck to her mouth again and pushed into her, fucking her slow and deep. He cupped her breast and stroked her nipple with his thumb. She was wet and hot and so tight, despite how much she was used for sex, and he buried his face in her neck to take in as much of her scent as he could while he switched to short, powerful thrusts.

She started to pant in his ear, chanting harder, and he was happy to oblige, pounding her hard and fast. She immediately started to fall apart and her words turned into grunts and moans. Her eyes were closed and her head was thrown back and her chest and throat were flushed with fresh blood, so close to the surface. He wanted so badly to bite her again and get a proper taste of her but he wanted to watch her closely as she came again. She was still incredibly compelling but her face held much more of the whore, than the Madonna tonight, even if the situation wasn't nearly so depraved. He couldn't be disappointed. For the first time, he found himself looking forward to his new existence in Nevada.

He was getting close. He thought about slowing down so he could make it last but they had work to do. He ground his pubic bone into her clit and rocked his hips just enough to stroke her G spot over and over and she started to cum again, right on the heels of the last one. She screamed and then bit his shoulder, dimpling the skin with her teeth.

She was squeezing him in such a delicious way and he loved having her biting him and wished she would do it harder. It was incredible. All of it. He bit her neck and exploded inside her. He couldn't believe how wonderful she tasted and felt. How much he wanted to do nothing but fuck her over and over and over again, right up until dawn, and then do it again the next night, and the one after that…

But, unfortunately, they had work to do. When he had finished filling her with his cum, he stood up and started putting his suit back on.

"That was excellent. We will go back downstairs and you can work until an hour or so before sunrise. I want to have you again before I take you back to the VIV Club."

She got up and stood with her back to him. She bent over to pick up her dress and he greatly enjoyed the view. He watched as some of his seed was spilled and ran down the inside of her thigh. He almost caught it with his finger to pop it into her mouth but she pulled the dress over her head and the skirt fell down and covered it up. She turned around and he was surprised to see the anger in her eyes. The hate.

"Go fuck yourself."