Amber & Lochlann (Flesh & Blood) (3 page)

She was glad she wouldn’t have to return to her bedsit to collect anything, though she
didn’t like the idea that he had brought them, selected them for her.

No, Rachel would have done it she told herself, though she knew Rachel would never have pu
rchased the kind of lingerie in the draws. They were all small lace items in a variety of colours, all quite revealing and seductive. Digging further still in the draws she found a selection of nightwear, some even more revealing than the underwear, but she was happy to find a nice vest and shorts set that were more her style and a little safer. Taking them with her back into the bedroom she began to run a bath before heading back into the living area to have a little nose about before Lochlann returned at sunrise.

The kitchen was what she was most curious about. Would they have thought to get food
in for her or would she be expected to eat elsewhere during the day?

Thankfully the cupboards did indeed seem to hold food, and plenty of it. As she dug around she found that what looked like another cupboard was in fact a small fridge and next to that a
freezer, both filled with more food. But if that was the fridge then what was the large silver American style fridge freezer in the corner for? Moving over to it she grasped the handle and pulled.

Blood!

Even though the bottles were sealed she could still imagine the smell of it clouding round her. Of course they would keep blood up here for the guests, she reminded herself. They served it down in the bar so why wouldn’t they have it available to the elites in the suites at all times.

Deciding she had seen
enough for one night she quickly retired back to the bedroom, locking the door behind her and headed for her bath. Hopefully a nice relaxing soak would help her sleep.

She was awoken abruptly the next day by a knock on the door. Diving out of bed she quickly wrapped herself in a sheet and went to answer it, her heart pounding wildly in panic in case it was Lochlann, but looking to the window she could see it was still light outside.

“Oh hey Tex,” she said opening the door to find the large man standing t
here with his fist raised as if to knock again.

Smiling warmly, “the sun will be setting in a few hours, thought you might like a wakeup call so you can eat and prepare before Lochlann rises for the night.”

“Thanks Tex,” she said placing a brief kiss of thanks against his cheek before chucking the sheet back on the bed and following him out into the main room.

What would her fist night entail? She had no idea what to expect, even after meeting him she was still unsure about what he would ask of her, but at
least Tex would be around.

After a breakfast of scrambled eggs she dressed in sweat pants and a vest top and began her stretches, warming her body up for the night ahead. As she worked through her routine, her mind running wild as to what could happen in
the night ahead, Rachel arrived with details.

“You will accompany Lochlann to the club tonight so you will need to dress nicely. May I suggest a long number, one that will cover plenty,” her comments were not helping dispel Ambers growing apprehension. “L
ater he will dismiss you from his side so you can return here and prepare to dance for him. He will give you exactly one hour to do so, when the hour is up and he returns you should be in place on the stage as he enters the room, so do keep an eye on the time. The choice of costume is completely up to yourself but it may be best to decide now what you will wear so you are prepared and have everything laid out ready when you return here.”

Once she had left Amber returned to her room to prepare for the night,
leaving Tex out in the main room to wait for Lochlann to rise.

There were so many dresses to choose from, long ones, short ones, ones that fell to the knee, all in a large array of colours. Looking at the long ones as Rachel had suggested she noticed tha
t all of them were either backless or showed that much cleavage that she wouldn’t be able to wear a bra. She wasn’t comfortable with that. She knew Rachel had her best interests at heart but the reality was that by the end of the night he would see plenty of her body anyway, already had done downstairs on the main stage, and if or when he asked her to lap dance for him he would see a hell of a lot more. So going against what Rachel had said she decided to wear a short black dress with a full back and showed just a hint of cleavage. She quickly selected one of her favourite costumes for later, a silver number that was a little more comfortable than some of her more exotic outfits. She had been tempted to select one of the new costumes but with her nerves playing havoc with her she wanted to be in something familiar, something safe.

Just after the last rays of light faded from the view outside her window there was a knock on the door and Tex stepped inside. “Amber, Lochlann has risen and is awaiting your
presence,” giving her a warm and encouraging smile. As she walked towards him her legs shook making her unsteady on her feet. “You ok?” he asked.

“I’ll be fine, just stay close.”

“Everything will be fine Amber. I have known him for a long time, he is a true gentleman and you are safer with him alone than you are in the club on the main stage. But I promise either Al or myself will be there if you need us.”

Tex knew him? She wondered how it was possible as Lochlann had not been to the club for some time and
Tex was surely only in his thirties at most. How long had he been involved with the club?

Lochlann was waiting for her when they exited the room, his eyes lighting up as he took her in, a small smile playing on his lips. “Amber you look beautiful,” he sai
d as he held out his arm for her to take. “Shall we?” She was a little hesitant to take his arm, but looking back at Tex he nodded, indicated for her to do so.

“Rachel told you of tonight’s plan?” he asked as they travelled down in the lift to the club.

“Yes.”

“It will be the same every night unless I tell you otherwise. You will accompany me to the club, and have an outfit ready for dancing, though I may not always ask you to dance. When I do you will have an hour window in which to prepare. After you danc
e you will remain in costume for the remainder of the night, though of course you may cover in a robe.”

For a moment she had begun to panic, her breath catching in her throat at the thought of him wanting her to stay practically naked in front of him. Whil
e she danced her surroundings vanished, all people in the room disappeared. But to be in that state of undress with him any other time was horrifying. At least he offered the robe.

Seeing her unease he quickly added, “I only ask for you to remain in costum
e as it will be close to sunrise at that time and more convenient for you than having to rush off to clean and change just to change again a while later to sleep.”

They sat down in his pirate booth, Tex standing silently behind them in the shadows, to watc
h the show. As each girl appeared on stage he asked her the names of the girls and other random questions about them. As the hours past Amber began to relax around him enough to ask him a question that had been bothering her slightly, “Why do you want to know about them?” While she was grateful that he wasn’t asking her personal questions about herself she needed to know that there was a reasonable reason behind the questioning.

“Over the last century I have begun to see humans as nothing but flesh and bloo
d, no pun intended,” he smiled. “That was until you. I want to break that cycle, want to see them as people again, as living creatures. Hopefully with your help I may learn to do that.”

Strange
, she thought. That he would see her differently than any of the others. She was nothing special, quite bland compared to girls like Beth, who was up on stage now, or even Raven with all her long dark hair and dark beauty serving behind the bar.

“Would you like a drink?” he asked her as the hours moved ever closer to
dawn.

“Just water please,” she decided as the heat in the room was rising and she needed to stay h
ydrated if she was to dance later.

“Would you mind if I drank, or would you be too uncomfortable with it.”

“No… its fine,” she stuttered.

“Are you sure? You
don’t sound it.”

If she was going to be around him most of the time she was going to have to get used to it, he needed to feed after all. “Really I am fine with it.”

Nodding he ordered for them, the drinks arriving moments later, water for her and a glass of blood of him. She couldn’t help but watch in fascination as he sipped the liquid. It could have passed for red wine from a distance if not for the way the think liquid moved and stained the side of the glass.

“I would very much like you to dance for me
Amber,” he said a while later as another girl left the stage. The moment he said it all her worries and fears that had slowly been departing during the night sprang back, her heart racing wildly. Sensing this he gently placed his hand over hers sending a shock through her body. She had always expected a vampire’s touch to be cold and hard like ice but it hadn’t, his touch had been soft and gentle. “Calm yourself Amber, Tex will go with you now while you prepare and will stay in the room at all times, please do not worry. Have I given you any reason for concern so far tonight?” Shaking her head slightly, “see, I promise you are perfectly safe with me Amber… Go prepare, calm yourself, I will see you in an hour.”

As she moved through the room and made her way i
nto the lift she grabbed Tex’s hand squeezing it tightly. “Thank you,” she whispered at his returned grasp.

Returning to the room Amber was a bundle of nerves, she always had a few butterflies before her set but never this bad. Why was that? He was just on
e person, one vampire and that wasn’t even the thing that worried her anymore. Tex would be there so she had no doubt in her mind that she would be safe. No it was something about him. She couldn’t help but like him, he was kind, thoughtful. He didn’t need to ask if she would be ok with him drinking at the table, he could have just done it, but he had asked.
Why?
She wondered.

As she began the ritual of preparing herself for the dance, all this and more was swimming through her head. By the time she was re
ady - having had to redo her make up a few times as her hands had been shaking so much - she had only a few minutes remaining to get the music ready and get into position.

*****

The night seemed to be going well he thought. As they had sat watching the girls preform he had kept her deep in conversation, asking questions about each girl. Though what he really wanted was to ask questions about her but had decided to wait a night or two until she was more comfortable around him before he went down that route. No need to scare her off. She had been very tense for the first hour or two, her heart rate going wild. He could sense her fear but as the night had progressed she had calmed somewhat. There was still away to go but he hoped that by the time the weekend arrived she would be comfortable dancing for him without having Tex or Al around. He had no problems with the lads, had known them a while, but still he wanted Amber to himself.

Entering the room he found the lights dimmed, Tex standing by the door with
the stereo remote in hand. Nodding in greeting he headed over to the sitting area in front of the stage where Amber was stood, one hand on the pole facing away from him. Once he was seated the music started and Amber began to dance.

Just as before he coul
dn’t take his eyes off her, was mesmerized. She seemed to be in her own little world when she danced, moving round the pole seductively as if there was no one there to see her. There was no fear, no hesitation in her movements, and she seemed to relax the longer she danced, every movement fluid and graceful. He had told himself that having her dance only for him would be enough, but would it really? He wanted her in ways he had not wanted another in a very long time. It wasn’t about blood, though he certainly wouldn’t say no if it was offered. He wanted more than that, he wanted all of her, mind and body.

As the dance went on her body began to glisten with sweat, giving her body a slight wet sheen, her hair beginning to stick to her damp skin. He could feel
himself getting aroused as his mind drifted. Images of her, her limbs wrapped around him instead of the pole, her body heat rising as he pumped her hard with his cock, making her tremble with pleasure. The way her blood would pump wildly under her skin, causing a pink flush in the heat of passion, as it was now.

Snapping himself out of his wonderings as the song and dance came to an end he repositioned himself. First for comfort, and second so she wouldn’t notice his straining cock begging to be r
eleased from the confines of his trousers. “That was remarkable Amber,” he said signalling for her to join him. Wrapping herself in a white bath robe she had placed behind the stage she settled herself in the chair opposite him.

“I'm glad you liked it,” she gasped
between breaths.

“Would you like some water?” he asked. Nodding she began to rise from her seat. “I’ll fetch you some.”