The Client List: An Erotic Vampire Story (2 page)

The elevator pinged softly and the door opened. Carlo pulled her from the elevator. Roxanne was expecting a hallway with doors, but they were in the foyer of an apartment, with room after room going off in all directions.

“Welcome to my home, Roxanne. I want you to treat this as your home for the next 24 hours. You will find everything you need here; the kitchen is stocked with food, there are clothes in the closets and there is a private bathroom at your disposal. I ask only that you do not enter my room, the last door at the end of the hall. It is my sanctum, where I take my rest, and I do not like the energy of that room disturbed by strangers.”

“Is this whole apartment yours?” Roxanne cringed as soon as she said the words.
Smooth, Rox, you sound like a newbie.
“I mean...this is nice.”

Carlo frowned. “Yes, it is ‘nice’ I suppose, although I really don’t pay much attention to my surroundings.” He looked around as if seeing it for the first time. “There are rooms here I don’t think I’ve entered in decades. My staff has spent more time in some of them than me. Let me take your jacket.” Roxanne shrugged out of her jacket, handing it and her purse to Carlo, and they disappeared into a closet.

You’re here on business, girl, get a move on.
Roxanne could feel Carlo’s eyes traveling over her body. She moved toward him, brushing her body against his. Carlo wrapped his arms around her, pulling her hard against his body, his hands traveling up to caress her hair, to run over the thin material of her camisole, reaching down and cupping her ass in his hands, spreading her and working his fingers up her skirt. She could feel his breath against her neck. Suddenly she felt his fangs brushing her skin; she knew the routine and tilted her head to the side at the right angle.

Roxanne gasped as Carlo’s fangs pierced the tender skin just below her jaw. She’d been bitten more times than she could count, but this was different. She felt a barely restrained animal power in Carlo, a hit of danger, all overlaid by his sensual intensity. Roxanne was almost overwhelmed by what she felt; if this was what a simple feeding with this vamp was like, what would it be like to spend 24 hours with this guy?

The room grew fuzzy as Carlo fed. He held her body to his, fangs buried in her neck, as he drank her blood. Roxanne felt the familiar sensations of having her blood drained: the lightheadedness combined with exhilaration, the stomach-dropping feeling, like the first descent on a roller coaster. Fear and arousal swirled through her in a heady mixture.

She sagged against Carlo as he lifted his head from her neck. From a distance, she heard his rasping breath in her ear, felt the cool air hit her wet neck,
sensed his hands holding her firmly. Then he was carrying her, gently laying her down on a soft surface—and then he was gone. She drifted for a moment until she felt Carlo gently shaking her.

Roxanne opened her eyes, disoriented and groggy. Carlo was looking at her with a frown, holding out a glass of orange juice.

“Here, drink. You’re weak.” He helped her sit up, holding the juice to her lips. She drank greedily, the cool acidic juice cutting through her haze. She’d never passed out at a feeding before and she was embarrassed. And afraid her 24 hour contract would be up before it even started.

“I’m fine...” she took the glass with shaky hands. “Really, I got this.” Carlo sat back, letting her finish the juice.

“You should have told me you were hungry. You could have eaten before I fed.” Carlo was watching her closely, as if weighing a decision.

“You’re right. I’m sorry. I...I didn’t have a chance to eat before...after...since your order came through.” The excuse was lame and she knew it.

Carlo was looking at her and she felt judged...and found lacking. She expected his next words to be hit the road. But instead he stood, holding out his hand.

“Come. You can make yourself something to eat. I apologize for not giving you time to prepare.” Roxanne looked up, astonished. No vamp ever apologized to a mortal, for anything. She took his hand and he led her to an opulent kitchen.

“Please, help yourself to whatever you want.” He waved his hand around the room and then sat at the counter, watching intently as Roxanne looked through the refrigerator and cabinets. The amount and quality of food was amazing for someone who didn’t eat. Roxanne found thinly sliced marinated roast beef, a Vidalia onion and a loaf of deep dark pumpernickel. She sliced the bread, spread a layer of spicy horseradish, added a thin slice of sweet onion and then several slices of roast beef. She bit into it hungrily and it was gone in seconds.

After she finished the sandwich, Carlo straightened.

“Do you feel better? Are you ready to continue?” Roxanne stared.
He asked me if was ready? Is this vamp for real?

“Yes, I feel better. I’d like to brush my teeth...the onions, you know?” Carlo nodded toward a door in the hall.

“You’ll find everything you need in there.”

Roxanne took a quick look around the bathroom—really wanting to snoop through all the luxurious bath products she saw—found what she needed and quickly brushed her teeth. She checked her makeup, adjusted her skirt and camisole and gave her hair a swipe with a comb she found in a drawer.

Carlo was standing in the living room, looking down on the city spread below. He turned as she entered. Again, she felt his eyes moving from her throat down to her breasts, lingering there, and then traveling over her skirt and down her legs. When his eyes finally met hers, they were glowing that deep red she knew meant either he needed to eat or fuck. Given he’d just fed, she suspected the fucking would begin.

“I’m all yours.” Roxanne purred out her standard line as she walked across the room, putting everything she had into that short walk. She knew very well the swing of her hips and the gentle sway of her breasts was what most vamps reacted to. She thought it was some kind of automatic response; certain movements made them want to hunt, others made them horny. Whatever the reason, it always worked. And it was working now.

Carlo strode across the room, took Roxanne in his arms and pulled her against his body. Roxanne felt the solid muscles of his arms and chest rippling through his shirt, his hard legs pressed against her, and not surprisingly, a fairly large and hard erection pressing against her stomach.

Carlo had found her breasts, running his hands over her camisole, clutching and grasping. His breathing was faster, his eyes fixed on the
visible rounded mounds the camisole revealed. Roxanne arched her back, forcing more contact with Carlo’s hands. Apparently that wasn’t enough. With one movement, he tore the delicate fabric, pulling the two pieces away, her naked breasts swaying in the soft lights of the room.

She heard Carlo gasp as he reached for her, his fingers splayed across her pale skin.

“You are more beautiful than I could have imagined.” Suddenly he bent his head; Roxanne tensed, expecting a bit, but he was licking her breast, his tongue circling her nipple. Roxanne shuddered as he took her into his mouth, pulling and suckling on her, feeling his tongue flicking over her hardening nipple. He sucked intensely, his other hand pulling her against him, running down her back. He sucked feverishly, moaning against her, pulling her breast into his mouth as he took his pleasure. Roxanne wondered if he had a breast nursing fetish.
File that idea away for later.

He finally broke away from her, looking up with glazed eyes. He claimed her mouth next, his lips bruising hers in a kiss that spoke of longing and need and an animalist passion. Roxanne gave in to him, opening her mouth, meeting his tongue as he thrust his into her mouth.

They were both gasping and moaning by this time, hands exploring, bodies pushing and rubbing together. Roxanne ran a hand down Carlo’s stomach, sliding it over his pants, cupping his erection, feeling him twitch in her hand. She loved the rush of power she felt when she first grabbed a man’s cock, the feeling of control in that moment.

“Let’s move this to a more comfortable room.” In one swift movement, Carlo swept Roxanne into his arms and carried her down the hall. He set
her on her feet in a beautiful bedroom, a huge lavish bed the center piece. She suspected she’d get to know that bed very well over the next day.

“You need to get rid of some of these clothes.” Roxanne reached out, undoing the buttons on Carlo’s shirt, pulling it away from his sculpted chest. As with all vamps, he exuded sex appeal, but Roxanne had never seen such an absolutely perfect body. Looking at his smooth skin and flat stomach, she suddenly ached to see his cock, to feel it in her hand, to know if it matched the rest of him.

In anticipation, she pulled the zipper down on his pants. As she pulled his pants down his legs, she gasped: his erection was right there, ready for her, rigid and long, just as beautiful as the rest of him. She took him in her hand, heard his sharp intake of breath as she caressed him.
Remember you’re a hired hooker here, Roxie, business first.

Roxanne looked up at Carlo, one hand sliding up his chest, the skin cool and smooth beneath her fingers, the other slowly stroking his massive erection. “Is there anything you want me to do or say? Do you have any special requests?” She swayed in his arms, rubbing her breasts against his naked chest, watching his face. He hesitated, suddenly looking lost and confused.
Okay, now what did I screw up?

Carlo hesitated. “I...I don’t know, now. I have to admit when I requested this, my intent was use whomever they sent...in this case you, Roxanne...to bend you, and your body, to my will, take my pleasure in flesh and blood, over and over. I fantasized about all the different ways I could fuck a woman, what it would be like to plunder her body, hear her scream beneath me as I...” Roxanne started at his words, felt his hands clutching at her...hard. The common sense voice in her head was back:
Okay, this is where I should be running away.
Carlo seemed to collect himself, relaxing his grip on her.

He looked down at her, a sad smile on his lips.
“And to force you to stay here if necessary. But you’re not who, or what, I expected. I’m finding I’d like you stay because you want to, not because I make you. I don’t want to force you into sex...I want you to be a willing partner.” He ran a finger down her cheek. “I’m like your company, Roxanne.”

Wait. What? What the hell is this...some kind of joke? That’s quite a turn around.
Roxanne looked up at Carlo, more questions bubbling up in her mind, a frown creasing her brow.

He sighed, suddenly looking very tired. “To be perfectly honest, I am lonely. I miss some type of female companionship. I’ve tried finding a girlfriend…” he snorted in derision “...and we know that rarely works. I have tried turning mortals into vampires for companionship, but that hasn’t been successful either. I discovered the app for your company recently and downloaded it, and tonight
is the first time I’ve used it.” Carlo hung his head. “I was hoping this might be the ultimate solution for the lonely wayward vampire longing for something more than a quick bite and even quicker fuck.” 

Roxanne started at his language. Carlo smiled. “Sorry for the rough language. I occasionally like to use words to shock. I’m sorry if I alarmed you. Back to your original question: do as you please. I am putty in your hands.” He let go of Roxanne, arms out, hands raised. “Or, if you think I’m a completely insane vampire, you’re free to leave.”

Roxanne cocked her head.
Make a decision, quick.
This could play to her advantage; give him an experience of a lifetime, make him think she was the best he’d had and he’d keep her, more or less, and she’d be set for life.
Okay, if it’s up to me, then here we go.

Roxanne looked down at her hand, still slowly stroking his cock.
Hooker till the very end, never stop jerking the client, no matter what.
She sighed inwardly.
Might as well give him what he’s looking for.

“You’re the client. You get what you paid for. I’ll stay.” Roxanne ran her hand up Carlo’s chest, winding her fingers in his thick hair. She pulled him to her, running her tongue over his lips. She felt his cock twitch in her hand and she tightened her grip, giving him a few hard strokes. Carlo groaned, his hips flexing forward.

“Take off my skirt, Carlo.”
Pushing your luck, but what the hell.
Carlo looked down at her, and without hesitation slid the zipper down, pushing the skin-tight garment down her body. Roxanne wiggled her hips, the skirt falling to the floor. She was left in her panties and boots.

“Panties next, Carlo.
Rip them off of me like you did my camisole.” She looked up at Carlo, saw his eyes gleaming red, a smile playing around his lips.
Huh...a submissive vampire? This could be fun.

Silently Carlo grasped the lacy panties and instantly they were in tatters in his hands. He held them up to Roxanne and then buried his face in them, inhaling deeply. Roxanne laughed.
This guy is full of quirks.
Carlo smiled, the first genuine smile Roxanne had seen. And the panties were tossed aside.

Roxanne suddenly dropped to her knees, Carlo’s cock directly in front of her face. She looked up at him, watching his eyes widening in anticipation. She licked the tip of his cock, working it with her lips and tongue, kissing
and nibbling. She ran her tongue down the sides, working back and forth up his shaft, coating it with her spit, feeling it grow harder.