Sinners and Vampire

The alley was dark and filled with the sounds of parents arguing and their children crying in the nearby apartments. She could hear her own foot steps echoing. At first she thought the clatter of her heels were comforting, they drowned out the swears from the parents and the howls of the children. But they also drowned out any other signs of life within the alley, like other footsteps. If only she had worn the sneakers she wanted. No, fuck that, if only she hadn’t agreed to come to this stupid fetish bar. I mean, who really believes in vampires.
The alley looked abandoned. Maybe I’m in the wrong alley. This one doesn’t seem special at all. Frustrated with herself and lack of direction she started to dig through her purse for her cell, and then she heard a loud sound of glass shattering. She flew back against a grimy trash dumpster to avoid what was thrown though the window.
“Eww.” She said aloud as she brushed herself off.
The screaming parents were louder than before, since there was no longer a window to run interference.
“Never come back again, you piece of shit! You’ll never see your kids again!”
“Good! They probably weren’t mine anyways, you cheating whore!!” The door slammed and everything went quiet. The only sound was the muffled sounds of crying as the mother tried to comfort her kids.
She went to inspect the object that had fallen from the now quiet window. At first glance it just looked like plain ceramic figure. But when she picked it up she saw that it was a cheesy Jesus figurine, the kind her mother collected. His arms were outstretched, waiting to forgive the sinners and save all His little children. Too late. Ironic that this was what fell from that screaming window. Where was God to save those little kids? Were they just beyond his reach? Its base was shattered and one of his outstretched helping hands was missing. I’ve never known of an amputee savior.
“Figures. This is an omen if I ever saw one,” she said aloud to no one in particular.
She was still kneeling at the small pile of ruble that was once her family’s entire belief system. She turned the figure over and over in her hands, carefully inspecting it.
“Have you accepted Jesus Christ as your close and personal savior,” a man’s voice said.
She gasped for air as she jumped up and spun around to find the most beautiful two men she had ever laid eyes on. She hadn’t heard them come up.
“Excuse me?” she questionably stuttered. She knew she was flustered and beat red with embarrassment. She could feel the heat on her face.
“Never mind.” The same man said with a velvety voice. “It’s just…” he stepped closer. She could see the other man start to smile. “…you were looking pretty closely at that little guy. Do you really think he could help you at a time like this?” A mischievous smile crossed his face. She could smell his sweet breath.
“A time like this?” She trailed off. Oh my God. I knew I shouldn’t have come. And why am I dressed like this? I look like a cheap Hot Topic whore. What the hell are they going to do with me? Not that it could be all that bad…look at them.
“You know,” bigger smile than before, “the end is near and all that jazz. Think he’ll save you from the misfortune of this world? Will you be ready when the apocalypse comes?” He stepped closer, put his hand on her chin and raised it until her face was in his, then he whispered, “…my…little…sinner…” He said each word individually so that they didn’t seem like they were part of the same phrase. She guessed this was a trick to get the girls to hang on his every word. It was working. He stepped to the side then kept walking, leaving her to just stand there with her eyes looking towards the heavens.
“Sinner?” she whispered.
She heard a door open. The sound made her turn, and when she did she saw that the velvet voice man was holding a door open for the other man, the non-talker. Loud music was coming from inside.
“You coming?” he flashed a bright smile. And with that one smile it made all of her doubts and insecurities evaporate. Not yet…she giggled to herself.
When she walked in she was overwhelmed by the flashing lights and loud bass line that over powered the music. People were moving, maybe they were dancing but she wasn’t sure because it looked more like sex. It was like any other thing she had ever seen. Some with the opposite sex some with the same, and sometimes with more than one other person.
Two girls, one with black and blue hair and the other with pink were dancing way too slow for the music. They were probably too busy making out and letting their hands roam all over each other to notice the speed difference in their movements and the thumps of the bass.
Then the pink haired girl started to kiss the other girls neck, pretending to bite it, then her shoulder. She pulled the girl’s straps all the way off. The other girl wasn’t wearing a bra. The pink haired girl began tonguing and sucking her pierced nipples.
The girl with the black hair pulled the other girl back up to eye level. Then pushed her against the nearby table. The black haired girl lifted up the other girl’s skirt to reveal no panties, just a shaved, wet, pussy, to which the black haired girl plunged her fingers in.
How is no one else staring at this? Am I the only one seeing this?
“See something you like?”
She turned her head to see the beautiful man again and couldn’t quiet put any words together. “I…uh…”
“I’m sure if you asked real nice they would let you join” he flashed that big smile again. He knew he was embarrassing her. And he loved every moment of it.
That’s when she heard, “Nastasha!” Nastasha wheeled around. It was Jen, the crazy bitch/ best friend, who made her promise to come.
“Where have you been!? I’ve been worried about you” Yeah real worried. Her lipstick was smudged and there was some dude with too much eyeliner standing impatiently behind her.
“Well, I’m here.” Nastasha exasperated.
Jen was plain. Plain face, plain hair, plain body. Not skinny enough to be a model and not round enough to be curvy. Maybe that’s why she did all the crazy things she did. For example, dragging Nastasha to a vampire fetish bar. Or dying her hair orange to cover the mousy brown. Stuff like that.
Nastasha turned around to see if the beautiful man was still there. But he wasn’t, the only thing that was there was the lesbians. They were moving fast, the black haired girl was already going down on the pink haired one.
“Are you that interested in girls? I didn’t know.” Jen said from behind her.
“What?!” No! I was looking for that hot guy!”
“Which hot guy?” Jen was skeptical and Nastasha could tell.
“The beautiful one that has been teasing me. He had disheveled short black hair, green eyes. A crazy green. Sharpe jaw line. Looked like a model. Skinny but not hungry. Wearing all black but a red shirt underneath his coat. He had a smile that would make you forget your name.”
“Wearing all black? Look around. Everyone is wearing all black.”
“Yeah but he was the only beautiful one.”
Heavy eyeliner guy was getting frustrated.” Dude, I’m outta here.” He started towards a different girl.
“No, wait!” Jen pushed her way though the crowd, leaving Nastasha alone with the lesbians.
As Nastasha passed Goth girls on the way in the bathroom she realized she didn’t fit in. Sure her clothes were black but when she picked them out she picked them because they were cute not because they were depressing. Which is what everyone else was obviously going for.
She checked herself in the mirror. She was average height, 5’4.” But not today, because she was wearing heels that made her 5’7.” The heels were super pointed stilettos with a big black strap around her ankle holding her feet in. The heel was made of steel. Her legs were bare all the way up to mid-thigh. Her black skirt was frilly on the bottom and the top was straight until the middle of her ass, which happened to be full and plump. One of her best assets. She wore a backless black shirt with a red true corset on top. It was the kind that actually lace instead of snapping in the front. The corset swooped down below her huge breasts, making them look even bigger. This was her favorite piece of lingerie. If this went well she could lace it up really tight during sex to make is so she couldn’t breathe well. That always helped her get off, a lot. Auto-erotic tendencies made her wet. Her hair was long and blonde, her bangs covered half her left eye.
She turned around to check out her backside. When she moved her hair off her back it reveled a huge, beautiful tattoo of wings, only the part on her shoulders showed because the corset but nonetheless it was beautiful. Funny that he called her a sinner when she had these beautiful wings. She decided to put her hair in low pig tails so everyone could see the detailed tattoo.
She walked believing that she looked better than everyone else in the bar. Therefore it wasn’t really a walk but more of a strut. Her hips swayed from side to side like Tyra on the runway, making her skirt bare a little of her ass cheeks at each step. She wasn’t embarrassed anymore.
“You know, they don’t suit you,” a beautiful voice was behind her.
She turned on her heels, “What does doesn’t suit me? The pigtails?” She fluffed one of them. She was more confident now that she had checked her appearance.
“No, they look good. You’ve heard the saying…handle bars, and all that” he flashed that smile, “but I was talking about the wings. Sinners don’t have wings”
“Yes they do. Satan even had wings. He was once an angel and now he is the biggest sinner of all.” She smiled back. She tipped her head down slightly, brushed her hair to the side with one hand and then looked up from under her eyelashes. Apparently she had turned the charm on.
He smiled at her obvious flirtations, “Ah, bible thumper?”
“No. My mom is.”
He grabbed her hand. “Come on,” he started to pull her to the dance floor.
“We’re going to dance?” She yelled to him.
“No” he shouted over his shoulder.
“Then where?”
He turned to her quickly, making her almost fall into him. Her breasts were now touching his chest. She jumped back to give him space. “I saw you watching those girls. You liked it. You wanted the attention yourself. So I’m going to help you and have some fun of my own.”
“I’m not like that!” She said in defense of herself.
“Maybe you weren’t, but now, at least right now, you are.”
She started to shake her head in protest. But he quickly got in her face and said, “Don’t deny it. You don’t have to. It is okay. You’re allowed to like it…you mom isn’t here to scold you. So why not enjoy yourself.” He smiled as he said, “I saw the blood rush to your face. I bet it rushed to your cunt too. Your clit is probably still swollen and pulsating, waiting for you or me to rub it.” He smiled again when he emphasized “me.” “Would you like that? You want me to take care of it for you? You’re probably still wet from those girls and now you’re getting soaked because of me. Am I right?”
She wanted to deny it but then she would be lying. She wasn’t sure if he was just teasing her again or not. But if he wasn’t then she was game.
“What’s wrong Nastasha? Afraid I’m joking? Think it’s a big joke? Well its not. I’m serious…” He stepped closer again and now they were chest to chest and she was afraid he was going to hear her heart because it was beating so fast. “…can I touch it? Can I touch your aching pussy so I can know if I’m right, so that I can know if it’s wet?”
She didn’t answer.
“You don’t have to say a thing. I’m going to do it. If you don’t want me to, then tell me no. But if you do want me to then just let me do it.”
Again she didn’t say anything. He raised one eyebrow and a small smirk crossed his face. Her face flushed bright red and she turned her head to the side so she didn’t have to look him in the eyes.
He slowly slid his hand up the inside of her thigh. She bit her lip from the embarrassment and scanned the crowd to see if anyone was watching. No one looked. No one cared.
He leaned in to where his lips were basically touching her ear. He breathed, “No one cares, they are all too busy with their own dirty secrets. “As he finished saying this, his fingers had finally reached the crotch of her panties.
“I’m right,” he whispered. He gently rubbed her wet panties. “I didn’t even have to touch your skin to know. Look.” He held up two glistening fingers. He put the pointer finger in his mouth.
“Mmmm. Tastes Sweet. You try,” He placed his middle finger in her mouth. She didn’t protest. It did taste sweet.
“Come on.” Again he pulled her through the crowd. They came to a door that was blocked by a mammoth of a man.
“Logan,” said the large man with a nod and moved to the side to open the door for them. It was a VIP room. The beautiful non-talker from earlier was there with four other beautiful men and three beautiful women.
Logan turned to the mammoth, “Would you go get the lesbians that are on the table. One with black hair and one with pink. Give us 45 minutes then bring them in.”
“Yes, sir.” The door shut.
“Your name is Logan?” Nastasha asked.
He nodded.
“How did you know my name? I didn’t tell you.”
“I heard your friend say it”
“Oh…” He wasn’t there when Jen was.
“So, who is this? Aren’t you going to introduce us?” The most beautiful blonde with the longest legs and the biggest tits was running her fingers across Nastasha’s back as she circled her.
“Everyone, this is Nastasha. Nastasha, this is Kiyosuke, Dominic, Michael, Sergei and you’ve already seen Konstatine.” Each of them smiled and nodded in turn.
“Sergei and Konstatine are brothers.” Logan added.
“I’m the nice one.” Sergei beamed with a mild Russian accent.
“Your name is Russian too. Where are you from?” Konstatine spoke for the first time, also with an accent.
“I don’t know. My parents adopted me in Moscow. I’ve lived in Vegas ever since.
“Ahh.” Konstatine seemed less interested.
“What about us?” a petite Asian girl said. “I’m Miyako.”
“I’m Mercedes. Like the car.” The busty blonde said as she pushed Nastasha’s bangs out of her face.
“Miranda,” the bitchy looking one in the back said.
“What are we going to do with her Lo?” Mercedes said.
“I want to see if she’ll join our group.” He smiled at her.
“Oooh. Well then, you must me special.” Came a feminine voice from Dominic.
“Miyako, Mercedes. She likes girls too. But I don’t think she has ever done anything with one. Are you game?” He looked at the two women.
“You bet.” Mercedes beamed
“Me too!” Miyako chimed in, “Have you ever done anything with a girl?”
She shook her head no.
“Really?” Then we’ll do you first!” Miyako clapped her hands as she bounced up. She strongly emphasized the word “you.”
“Defiantly,” Mercedes said as she lightly pushed Nastasha back towards a table. She didn’t lay all the way back on the table, instead, propped herself up with the table.
Her faced turned a deep shade of red. “But…I…uh…”
“Shhh...is okay.” Mercedes purred.” “Don’t be scared. We will make everything alright. You won’t feel a thing.”
Her eyes grew wide. This IS a vampire fetish bar…they aren’t going to try to do anything crazy like suck my blood are they? The panic/embarrassment started to rise.
Miyako giggled. “She’s a liar. You’ll feel a lot of things actually.” Miyako put her face up to Nastasha’s. She got so close that they were practically kissing, when she said “You’ll like this. I promise. We are professionals.” Then she giggled again and slightly turned her head away from Nastasha, “not like prostitutes but…you know…we’ve been doing this for a long time.” Then she whispered, “Nastasha…” and closed the difference between the two of them. She licked Nastasha’s lips slowly. Then whispered “Nasty Nastasha…” She began to kiss her. Slightly biting Nastasha’s lower lip. Miyako raised her hand and put her finger tips on Nastasha’s chest. She pushed her until she was completely sitting on the table. Miyako climbed up on her, one leg on either side of Nastasha’s.
Miyako was wearing a soft pink shirt that showed her shoulders but was still long sleeves. She had on white tennis skirt that flowed when she moved. On her feet she had white tennis shoes with pink laces. Here hair was braided down the back and the rested on her right shoulder. She had a white flower in her black hair. She looked the picture of innocence. But obviously that wasn’t the case.
When Miyako kissed Nastasha, she didn’t fight back. This was an opportunity she had never had before. But it was also something that surprised her. What the fuck am I doing? I don’t even know this girl, let alone all the people watching. Miyako put her finger in Nastasha’s mouth as they were kissing, giving her just one more thing to play with Nastasha’s tongue. Miyako leaned back breaking the kiss.
“You’re a good kisser; you know how to use your tongue. Later on, I really want you to lick my pussy. I think you would be good at it.”
Nastasha didn’t know what to say. “Uhhh…Okay…”
“It’s a promise.” Miyako winked at her. “You know, just the sight of you really turns me on.”
“Really?” She couldn’t believe it.
“Feel.” Miyako glanced at Mercedes and flashed a smile, she looked jealous. Miyako grabbed Nastasha’s hand and put it on her inner thigh. She slid her hand up slowly until she reached the panties. It was just a g-string. Dangerous move for a skirt so short. God, she’s wet. Nastasha, without being asked to pulled her hand up to her own mouth and licked her fingers.
Miyako beamed, “that’s a good start.”
“I want to taste you too.” Nastasha looked at Mercedes. At this Mercedes mood lightened drastically.
“See I knew you had it in you,” Logan’s velvety voice said.
Nastasha felt someone gently take her shoulders and pull her back to where to where she was now laying on the table. It was Logan. He leaned over and gave her an upside down kiss. It was short but it was amazing. Her mouth tingled and it kind of hurt. Then she tasted something rusty. It was her own blood. She opened her eyes and looked up at Logan. He was wiping the little amount of blood up with his finger, and then he put it in his mouth. For some reason it didn’t seem strange to her.
Mercedes was now to the side of the table, within Nastasha’s reach. Nastasha, without asking for permission, put her had up the slinky black dress that Mercedes was wearing. She didn’t even bother with her thighs she went straight for her crotch. She wasn’t wearing any underwear. And she too was wet. Nastasha, for the first time in her life, put her finger inside another woman. It was different when it was only herself. This was exciting. She pushed it in several times then took it out and put it in her own mouth, pushing it as far back into her throat as it could go. Her pussy, and Miyako’s too, taste sooo good. I must be some kind of freak.
The perky asian moved higher up on Nastasha’s torso, still straddling her, she was sitting a little higher than Nastasha’s belly button. Miyako grabbed Nastasha’s pussy stained hand out of her mouth and put it in her own then took it out and smiled at her. Miyako pushed Nastasha’s hand towards her own cunt. She is fucking dripping, she is so wet. Nastasha slid Miyako’s panties to the side then easily put one then two fingers in. She gently put them in and pulled them out.
Miyako grabbed her hand and held it still. Nastasha looked up into her eyes.
“It’s your first time, let me do the work.” Then she began to rock her hips back and forth. She is fucking my hand. Then her shirt started to come off. She wasn’t wearing a bra. It was Mercedes that was pulling her top off. Next it was her own top being pulled down. The shirt was stuck under the corset, but Mercedes just pulled it down far enough to where Nastasha’s perfect nipples were exposed then Mercedes licked each one of them.
Mercedes then walked around to where Nastasha’s legs were hanging like dead weight. She obviously didn’t know what to do with them. Mercedes’ lifted up Nastasha’s skirt then as if it was all she ever wanted, Nastasha’s legs started to open then she lifted each one and put her foot on the table so it looked like she was in stirrups. Nastasha wanted her to go down on her.
Nastasha’s pussy was wet, fucking wet. Mercedes ran her fingers up and down across the length of Nastasha’s pussy lips. Then stopped and abruptly smacked it. Nastasha made a small whimper, but no complaint. Mercedes bent down and began to lick her pussy. Nastasha thought she was going to scream. This is why women become lesbians, because women know what it takes to get women off. Mercedes simultaneously finger fucked at ate out Nastasha’s pussy. She licked slow and first and in a circular motion. Forever changing it up to make it hard for Nastasha to come really fast. And just as she was about to come. Mercedes stopped.
“Huh?” She looked at Mercedes from around Miyako, who was no about to burst and was mercilessly fucking Nastasha’s fingers.
Mercedes said, “Tell me you want to come.”
“I want to come.” She was embarrassed.
“Beg me.”
“Please, please, make me come….let me come”
That’s when Logan stood up, he and everyone else in the room had been sitting around the room in comfy couches.
“May I?” He asked to both Mercedes and Nastasha.
“Please.” Nastasha said as the girl stepped away.
Nastasha’s body started to heat up, her heart started to beat loudly and she could hear the blood rush through her veins. He hasn’t even touched me.
He roughly moved Miyako from the top of Nastasha. He got up on the table to one side of her. He looked at her breasts then ran his right hand across them. He continued downward until he reached her aching pussy. She moaned as he touched it. He started to fuck her with his fingers. He was rough but she very much enjoyed rough sex. He moved his left hand up to her throat and slowly started to choke her. He regulated her air enough to where she was uncomfortable, to where it was a struggle to breathe but not to where she panicked.
“Uh…Uh…I’m going to come.” She whispered.
Just as her back started to arch and she started to come. He used the hand he was choking her with and turned her head to the side.
She felt immediate pain and the heat that was building up in her body and something started to trickle down her neck and into her hair. He lifted her up to where she was in sitting position. It was blood. He let the blood flow down to her breasts where he then began to lick it up.
“What are you doing?” She was confused and everything was hazy.
“Exactly what I want. Everything about you tastes sweet, right down to your blood.” He had blood on his fingers and put them into her mouth. To her it didn’t taste sweet. It tasted like rust.
Logan then rolled up his right sleeve and with razor sharp fangs that Nastasha had never noticed. Those weren’t always there, were they? I think I would remember that. He had such a beautiful smile. He bit his own forearm, hard. He pulled his teeth out and flood started to come out of the two holes. He raised his arm up and tilted her head back to wear it could go in her mouth.
Two drops fell in her mouth before she closed her mouth and turned her head.
“This is the only way, Nastasha. You’ll die of blood loss if you don’t drink mine. You were born a sinner, so why not become a vampire. Do you want to die?”
“No,” she whimpered.
“Then drink.”
And she did. After she had a proper taste she started to feel very weird. Her eyes changed to red. She felt like something or someone was clawing to get out of her body. She started to kick and scream and claw at her own face. But Logan held her down. He cleaned her up like a mother cat cleans up her kitten. By licking her. He was licking up all the stray blood he had missed earlier.
After what seemed like forever to Nastasha, the clawing stopped. But it was replaced with hunger. A hunger so forceful if felt like she had never ate before. She jerked her head up and tried to bite Logan. He just laughed.
“That was a first.” He smiled his beautiful smile. “But I know what you need.
The two lesbians with the mammoth of a man entered the VIP room. “Here ya go boss.”
They were surprised to see such a site in the VIP room. They thought they were going to get free drugs and alcohol.
Logan let Nastasha up and immediately she ran to the pink haired girl and bit her neck. She started draining her of all of her blood. The blue haired girl just screamed and screamed but Nastasha just didn’t care. When she was done with the pink haired girl she just let her fall to the ground. Dead. She turned her head and looked at the black haired girl. She must have looked like a monster. Blood everywhere. Smeared all over her face and neck. Some of it was hers and some of it the girls’ on the floor.
The girl fell silent. Then she too was drained. Nastasha let her fall next to her friend and turned around to see every person smiling. They were smiling like they stole something. Maybe they did. Maybe it was Nastasha’s soul they stole.
Blood was still on her face. Logan, smiling, walked up to her and began to lick it off of her face.
“I told you.”
“You told me what.” She sounded tired.
“That you were a sinner. And now look at, now, you’re my sinner…”
“Sinner or monster. I don’t know what I am yet…”