Vampire Lover

When my sister in law and her friends dragged me to an underground strip club in the name of bachelorette antics, I hadn’t expected to do much past sit in a corner and cringe. I had no desire to tuck money into sweaty banana hammocks or get drunk and make a spectacle of myself.

A couple of minutes in and I’m looking for an exit, but then a sculpted, dark haired god comes over to keep me company.

He’s fully dressed, so I figure he’s an off-duty dancer looking to hook one last big tip. He offers me a special dark wine. I politely refuse.

That’s when he turns on the charm and claims the seat next to me. His seductive gaze holds me from bolting or making excuses. His haunting voice vacuums any other thought and reduces me to a pliant idiot.

He leads me to one of the VIP back rooms.

His private strip tease leaves me aroused, uninhibited, and confused. Several glasses of the good stuff shouldn’t be able to loosen me this much, and he’s only just getting started.

He bites my neck. More mind-paralyzing pleasure for me, but he’s not listening to my denials or respecting my attempts to pull away. I’m his plaything now, and he can do whatever he wants to me.