The Nightlife: New York (The Nightlife Series) (15 page)

Michelle’s eyes popped open wide.  She gasped as he buried
himself all the way to her core and bit down hard on her neck.

“Ohhh … Aaron … that is
so
wonderful.  Give it to me,
you animal!”

* * * *

CHAPTER 18

She lay in bed gazing at his sleeping figure.  She usually
awoke just before sunset, whereas he slept until the sun erased itself
completely from the horizon.  This allowed her a few moments of solitude to
reflect on her new life with this surprisingly wonderful young man.

She so enjoyed watching him sleep.  He was truly an enigma
to her in so many ways.  He was nothing like her former master; virtually every
aspect a polar opposite.  Where her master had been selfish, sadistic, controlling,
manipulative, and vain, Aaron was self-effacing, affectionate, reasonable, and
lacked any true arrogance.  She had known from their first meeting and the
colors of his aura that these mild-mannered traits were inherent to his soul. 
She never imagined they would carry over with his transformation.  She had
known he was smitten with her, and she thought it quite noble, his attempt to
defend her honor at the hands of the crude detectives.

She supposed his noble intentions contributed to her decision
to take his life into her hands.  It would have been so much simpler to walk
away, leave him bleeding on the concrete.  But she knew the odds of surviving
such a devastating injury were slim to none.  People were so fragile, so easy
to kill.

She felt a measure of guilt for his fate.  She could easily
have disarmed the cop, but she hadn’t been concerned for anyone else.  She had
been taking care of number one, and he was a casualty of her callousness.  She
had hurt others before in a similar manner, and it still weighed on her
conscience to this day.  She decided in this one instance she could save a
life, instead of allowing death to claim another unfortunate soul.  Bringing
Aaron into her life, giving him her blood and all that came with it, was a form
of atonement for certain wrongs committed in her past.

She now understood she couldn’t judge him based on her
previous experiences with her master.  He simply did not fit her notions of
what a male vampire’s demeanor and conduct should be.  He had been so quick to
forgive, and held no residual animosity towards her for the vicious abuse she
subjected him to.  This was baffling.  Why would he forgive her so easily and
release all his resentment as though it had never been?  The only explanation
she could fathom was love.  Despite her horrid behavior, he loved her, without
reservation.  That must be the answer.  Nothing else made sense.

It had been worth the risk.  Aaron was worth the risk.  He
was so much more than she ever expected him to be.  He filled so many diverse
roles in her life.  She couldn’t imagine living without him.  He filled a place
in her heart she had not realized was vacant.  It was unnerving how strongly
she felt for this beautiful boy, her lover, her confidant, her companion.  To
see him now, contrasted against their first meeting, was like looking at two completely
different people.  His transformation was magical, like a simple caterpillar
that emerges from the cocoon a magnificent butterfly.  A creature of beauty and
majesty to be marveled at in awe.

She didn’t want to admit she might be falling in love with
him.  A very inconvenient emotion in their tenuous relationship.  She couldn’t
afford to let her feelings override her good sense.  Too late, she was already
hooked on him.

Never was this more apparent than when she relived his memories
of his evening with Rosalie.  What he did for the woman was not insignificant. 
He never really hurt Rosalie.  But he did give her a
very
good time, and
managed to make her feel loved by a complete stranger.  His compassion was
amazing.  But what shocked Michelle most was Aaron’s intense emotions upon
returning to her apartment.  She experience how he felt about her and her
wicked reaction to him, and the events leading up to their horrid lovemaking. 
These moments twisted Michelle’s heart into a tight knot of pain.

He had been so content, anticipating coming home to her.  He
had a simple and carefree joy, and then she sliced through it, cutting him to
the bone, crushing his joy under the heel of her rancor.  The hurt she visited on
him came back to her tenfold, sending spikes of pain through her heart. 
Michelle knew this to be the heartache of love.  She could no longer deny it or
pretend ignorance.

She had fallen in love with her slave.

* * * *

“EZ escort service, how may I help you?”

“Yeah … ah … a friend of mine recommended your agency, said
you could arrange an evening with a certain girl.”

“Yes of course.  Was there a particular girl you had in
mind?”

“Yeah … I met her once … she’s really unique … a blond with
green eyes … her name’s Michelle … you know the girl I’m talking about?”

“Oh yes, sir, she’s very special indeed.  Would you like to
schedule a date with her?”

“Yeah, I’m thinking I’d like to see her real soon.  Tonight
would be good.”

“Yes sir.  I’m sorry to inform you she won’t be available
until tomorrow night at 11:00 p.m.  Would you like to schedule her then?”

“Tomorrow, uh … okay.  That’ll have to do, I guess.”

“Certainly.  The agency’s fee for scheduling with Michelle
is one hundred dollars.  We can take your credit/debit card over the phone or
you can use the payment link in our website.  Which would you prefer?”

“A hundred dollars, eh?  What’s included with that?”

“The agency’s scheduling fee is one hundred.  Michelle’s fee
is separate.  You will need to bring cash for her.  She doesn’t accept any
other form of payment.  Her typical fee is one thousand dollars an hour with a
standard two hour minimum, paid in advance.”

“Whew!  That’s pretty steep!  That’s … damn!”

“I understand, sir.  As you have met Michelle, you know how
very special she is, and there’s no one like her.  Would you prefer to schedule
with another girl whose rates are more affordable?  I can e-mail you a list
with pictures.  We have quite a selection to choose from.  They are all special
in their own way.  And quite beautiful, I can assure you.”

“No, um … that’s okay … I’ll go ahead and schedule for
tomorrow with Michelle.  Let’s make it the Ramada on Lincoln Boulevard, room
three hundred twenty-two.  You know where that is?”

“Yes, sir, no problem.  I see it now on Google maps.  We’ll
make sure she has the proper directions.  Do you have your credit or debit card
available to lock in your reservation?”

* * * *

Talco changed Mateo’s diaper, working as fast as possible to
avoid the
water weenie
effect that happened with uncanny timing––usually
as soon as the diaper came off.  He had learned after being sprayed several
times, the trick was to cover the baby with the new diaper or a towel, anything
absorbent.  He’d been making good progress when his cell phone buzzed and he
used a few precious seconds to retrieve it.

“Los pinche Demonios!”  Talco cursed when he saw Konowicz’s
number on the screen of his phone.  At this precise moment, Mateo squealed in
laughter, kicked off the towel and shot a stream of lukewarm piss with
impeccable aim right at Talco’s face.  He had read somewhere that urine was a
sterilized fluid, but this knowledge didn’t help to lessen his revulsion.

Talco felt a creepy sensation tickle down his spine.  It was
an omen, a portent of bad things to come.  And sure enough, Konowicz had left a
voicemail directing him to be prepared for Friday night at 10:00 p.m. 
Prepared
for what?  What the hell were they up to now?
  Talco knew deep down in his
gut, whatever they had planned, it would certainly mean trouble for him.  He
debated whether or not to call them back.  He’d promised Evita not to deal with
them anymore, but that was easier said than done.

* * * *

Michelle slipped on her thong panties, teasing Aaron with a
flash of pussy as she flipped her dress up with the quick move.

“Damn girl … you are smokin’ hot in that dress!”  Aaron
licked his lips and grabbed her as though planning to drag her back into bed to
have his way with her.

“My god, I can barely keep my hands off you!  I feel sorry
for the sucker who’s meeting you tonight.  The poor guy never had a chance!”

She wore another variation of the skimpy black cocktail
dress that looked so provocative it was probably illegal in certain
jurisdictions.  Aaron pinned her to the wall stroking her inner thighs, working
his warm fingers inside her thong.  He didn’t mess around, slid right in with
two fingers, curving back up to reach the place she liked most.  He worked her
with such delicious torture that she almost regretted teaching him to hit that
spot.

“Ah … Ohhh … Aaron … you will make us both late, you must
stop.  We both have … We have to go now … Ahh … I’m going … I’m going to get
you good tonight.  Unghh … ahoof … OH … OH … don’t stop now … don’t stop! 
OHHH! 
Merde
!
”

She came hard in his hand as he stroked her mercilessly.  She
slumped against him for a moment to catch her breathe, shuddering on his
heavenly fingers.  She looked up to a proud smirk on his face.

“You naughty, naughty, boy.”  She wagged her finger
playfully at him.  “Now I must change.”

He sniffed his fingers with that wicked grin as she shut the
bedroom door in his face.

In and out of the room quickly, she hoped to catch Aaron
before he left, but he was out the door already, headed for his date.

On a whim, she had decided to tell him the truth.  She
wanted to see the look on his face, to feel his radiant joy as she declared her
love for him.

Oh well, it would have to wait
.

They certainly had plenty of time; they would be together
for many years to come.

On the street out front, Michelle hailed a taxi. 
“The Ramada Inn,
s’il
vous plait
. 
1620 Lincoln Boulevard.”

* * * *

CHAPTER 19

Aaron stood there silently shocked.

“Hello, Aaron.  It’s me, Charlene.  You remember me, from
Bemichis?  I hope you don’t think it’s strange, meeting like this.”  She hugged
his stiff body in greeting.

When he didn’t return the gesture, she began wringing her
hands, looking a bit nervous.  Obviously the tables had turned.  She was no
longer in a position to assault his derrière with her former confidence.

“I caught your pictures the other day in the weekly e-mail
from EZ Escorts and I knew I just had to see you.  I hope you don’t mind.”

He was surprised to say the least, but not in a bad way. 
Though he’d never really considered sex with Charlene, he actually liked her.

He smiled and put her at ease.  “I’ve always thought it
would be fun to get better acquainted.  I’m glad we got a chance to meet
casually away from Bemichis.  It would’ve been inappropriate to see each other
like this if I was still working there.”  Bemichis repeated warnings about
fraternizing with customers still rang clearly in his mind, etched into
permanent memory.  “So … what did you have in mind for this evening?”

“I thought we could skip all the bullshit and head on up to
the room …”  He followed Charlene’s imagination as she pictured sequences of
hot passionate sex involving champagne, strawberries, and Aaron naked in the
Jacuzzi.  He plucked the ideas from her mind and suggested the very thing she fantasized
about.

“Strawberries, champagne, and a hot bath?”

His suggestion rendered her speechless.  She gazed into his
eyes, giddy with the happiness of a child on Christmas day.  He held her
securely in his embrace as they made their way to the elevator.

In the hotel room he ordered room service while Charlene settled
on a top forties music channel and watched him with more than a little
anticipation.  Her face flushed as she hoped he would rub her down in a sensual
massage.

Seemed like a good idea to him.  “I bet you could use a good
back rub.”  He slid on the bed behind her, his legs straddling her hips, and
began rubbing her shoulders and back.  She tensed up for a moment, and then
melted into his caress.

He took time to appreciate Charlene’s beauty as he undid the
clip of her bra.  Creamy white skin and wavy, auburn hair reached down to the
center of her back.  Her body curved in all the right places with generous hips
and breasts.  A hint of extra weight around the middle, but still quite
attractive.  She didn’t need to pay for dates.  She could pick up men anytime
she wanted.  Her problem was she preferred a young boy-toy who could match her
voracious sexual appetite.  Charlene also had two teen-age boys at home.  Not a
situation conductive to finding and keeping a good man.

Charlene’s mind drifted to the places she wanted his touch, her
nipples and the nape of her neck.  Her mind created the road map for her
sensual massage.  He followed her vivid imagination and began working her full
breasts, tweaking her nipples while nipping at her neck and ear lobes with
light kisses.  Her arousal ramped up quickly, each touch wetting her in
anticipation.

She wanted his fingers down inside her, rubbing and dipping
into her moist, ready folds.  He followed her lead and reached his hand to pull
up her dress, baring her thighs.  His palm caressed her shaved pubic flesh
while curling his middle finger into her wetness.  She grasped his hand and
directed his movements, grinding her hips.  She worked herself to a frenzy with
his fingers deep in her wet center.

Charlene bucked and moaned.  “Unh … Unh … Ooooohh … Yes!”  A
sunburst of her pleasure exploded in his mind as she wetted his hand with her
climax.

She finished right on time.  Room service knocked at the
door to announce the arrival of the champagne and strawberries.  Aaron tended
to the cart, setting it up by the bath.  Charlene caught her breath and then
ran the bath, undressing without ceremony.  She wasn’t modest.  She had no fear
of displaying her well-proportioned body.

The tub was a one piece fiberglass unit with air jets, a
Jacuzzi just large enough for the two of them.  Charlene slid into the tub with
a sigh of pleasure.  Leaning back with a smile, her creamy white breasts
floated at the waterline.  She caught him appreciating her body and winked.

He handed her a glass of champagne and she downed it all at
once.  She invited in a seductive whisper.  “Come on in, the water’s warm and
ready.”

He looked at her with an inward smile. 
Un huh.  And the
water’s not the only thing warm and ready.
 He could see her arm moving as she
played with herself beneath the bubbles.

As he undressed, he read her desire to taste his cock. 
Don’t
want to disappoint
.

He accommodated her standing at the edge of the tub with his
erection beckoning to her.  Charlene tossed back her second glass of champagne,
leaned forward, and swallowed him whole.  She pumped his base while sucking hard
and fast.  The woman knew what she was doing.  She slid up and down his cock,
moving her hand along its length as she suckled on the very tip.  She got down
on it, alternating from full-on deep throat to intense tongue, lips, and teeth
action on the sensitive head of his cock.  In no time at all he lost control. 
He shot straight into her suction as she milked him dry, working out every last
drop she could squeeze.  He gripped her hair shoving all the way back down her
throat with his climax.

After letting Charlene catch her breath, he climbed into the
tub facing her.  She wiped her mouth off and went to work on a third glass of
champagne.  She attempted to get him to join her, but instead he fed her
strawberries while she knocked back her third and fourth glasses of Dom
Pérignon.

Charlene was drunk as a skunk and having a blast.  “Well
don’t just sit there looking pretty with all that cock.  Give me that monster.”

She reached out to take him in hand.  In no time at all she
tugged him back up to full size.  With one smooth move she expertly mounted him. 
Her hot, tight cunt seated all the way down.  Her legs out to each side––she
ground down, rotating her hips back and forth, holding the side of the tub
while stroking herself with the other hand.

His preternatural strength allowed him to pound and grind
forcefully with an iron grip on her generous thighs.  His powerful thrusts and
her own playful hands brought her to the edge quickly.

Charlene reached came hard, crying out her pleasure in sexy
little moans.  He chose this moment to strike, burying his teeth in her neck
while she humped him for all she was worth.  He drank deeply, hitting that
familiar domino effect of multiple, cascading orgasms.  Charlene screamed and
cried with the force of her repeated climaxes.  Buried to the hilt, he came
deep inside her, and released his bite.  Charlene’s body had become liquid
flesh, vibrating and quivering, unable to support herself.  She heaved and
gasped, making weird grunt noises, crying.  It had been one hell of an intense
ride for the middle-aged mother of two.  He stood up in the bath with her in
his arms, still impaled.  She was too drunk and dazed to take notice of his
uncommon strength.

He carried her from the bath.  Every step he took brought a
sweet wine from her lips, as she bounced on his cock.  He laid her on the bed
and carefully slid out from between her legs.

“Or lord.”  She sighed and twitched as he pulled out.

He dreaded what he might find.  Much to his relief she wasn’t
bleeding.  He didn’t know how common it was that women might bleed from a good
hard pounding, but he definitely didn’t want to make a habit of it.  He tucked
her into bed and kissed her tenderly.  Her exhaustion and intoxication dragged
her down into unconsciousness.  She smiled up at him with her venom-alcohol glazed
eyes and slurred, “This is the best date I’ve ever had!  Where were you twenty
years ago?”

In my mother’s belly
.

She passed out dead asleep with a slobbering half-smile pasted
on her face.  He dressed and headed out the door.  Luckily, Charlene arranged
for a thousand dollar prepayment for her two hour date through the agency’s
merchant account.  The woman was out cold, not waking up anytime soon.  He felt
a fleeting twinge of guilt for having shorted her on the time, but she got her
money’s worth.  No harm, no foul.

* * * *