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In the Hands of Vampires Ch. 01

By: Vivian_Addams



Welcome to the Booty Call Installment!

Please note these tales are not in first person POV and I hope that doesn't disappoint. 

Shall we now enjoy the vampire erotica tales of Mr. Dandridge and Vivian Addams? 

Yes, we shall!

Loves, Dolls and Dollies!

Viv

*****

1983

A year had passed.

Vivian Addams was a mistress vampire and damn did she love it. She felt so much in her element with her heavenly curves and striking beauty immortalized. As was determined from the beginning, she was a quick leaner with the vampire trade and indulged in every second of it. She lived to wake at the chime of her prized 1940s vintage grandfather clock to begin the night making herself the personification of beautified perfection. 

Her full naturally pouting lips glossed by the sheen of rich red. Her crystal blue eyes intensified by thick black lashes, lining of charcoal black with sultry smoky shadows dusted across the lids. Very little foundation, her skin was flawless with its milky porcelain tone. Her hair always hung long down to the top round of her stunning rear with the sides lengths and crwon perfectly twisted and rolled into those vintage victory rolls. And always her lengthy nails were painted with a glossy shade of rich red from cherry to deep crimson. 

Her beautiful womanly curves enhanced by vintage undergarments, either red or black, and over those curve enhancing undergarments always a snugly tailored vintage ensemble either black or red or both. And to top off her elaborate appearance were always those spiked Mary Jane heels, pointed toed to peep toed. And always the accessories, different lengths of sleek cigarette holders and all lengths and styles of gloves. 

It was near the anniversary when she received the gift from Mr. Dandridge. To her, he was the most stunning creature, besides herself, that she ever was blessed to know. All her evenings were spent with fond memories of the night she came face to face with her dreamy nightmare. His stunning good looks burned forever in her mind, especially his lips. 

Mr. Dandridge's lips were the one feature of his perfection that she truly could never get out of her mind. It seemed she waited all her life for that mouth. She always knew she was meant to kiss lips such as his. His full lips were uniquely designed with a slight natural slant with defining fine lines about the corners that would change with all his expressions. The expression she fondly remembered molded those heavenly lips into his signature slight pucker of intrigue then they would transform into the expression of lust which she positively adored. 

She always had the intention of seeing him again but he was a traveler of their kind, he never stayed in one place for long. She was different, kept up her life in her big metropolis of Atlanta, to only leave when it came to investments. 

She would focus each of her trips, hoped he managed to be there but there hadn't been any luck which made her frustrated. She wanted badly to experience him again. She longed to again kiss his lips, touch his chilled skin, and have those fangs of his embedded deeply into her milky flesh. She believed she became a bit obsessive. 

Her first year of feedings were focused on targets that happened to have dark hair and eyes. She would use those specially selected prey as means to satisfy her true hunger, her hunger for Mr. Dandridge. Of course, nothing remotely was as satisfying as the real thing and she sadly was reminded of that very true fact each time those pathetic mortal men failed to impress or entertain her fancies. She just sucked them dry then buried them with the other trash. 

An occasion reared up out of the grave. 

It was a celebration of sorts for the vampire community. That particular event was being held for those in the United States. She thought it strange that there was an actual vampire gathering yet she had centuries to discover more strangeness about her new kind. She was a young vampire mistress in comparison to the thousands. 

She was curious what it would be like to hobnob with the elites of vampire society but one intriguing thought crossed her mind, Mr. Dandridge of course. 

Would that more reclusive vampire go amongst his own for one evening? Would he travel to the gathering's location to have a reunion of sorts with his kind? Could such a gathering be her opportunity to get a much desired and needed reunion with her gorgeous maker, including those lips of his? 

There was no way around it, she needed to take the chance if it meant even one night satisfying her one true ache for that fine specimen of immortal male perfection. 

So, the deed for making the arrangements was tossed to sweet Pauly and they would travel swiftly to another metropolis known throughout the world as the city of lights or sin city. Las Vegas, baby!

An entire casino with its own resort hotel was bought out for the occasion and the following week it would be blown up in demolition style. It was sort of odd to Vivian but nonetheless she was attending. She guessed there wasn't any better time to throw herself into her dark world shared by thousands of other immortals. Her thought, take the immortal vampire community by surprise with her deadly perfect beauty. 

She flew the red eye from her metropolis to the next and took a rented limousine to the casino and resort which was on a less occupied and much older Vegas strip which explained the building's future demise. 

In front of the old grand casino and resort, Pauly came around and opened the door for Vivian then assisted her onto her Mary Jane's. Her hand reached up and pulled the vintage sunglasses down to the tip of her nose then peered up at nearly thirty floors of rounded architecture that once was one of Las Vegas' crowning neon jewels. 

She grumbled, "Oh, this better be worth it." She then pushed the sunglasses back up the bridge of her nose and marched forward towards the darkly tinted glass entrance. 

Pauly rushed to open the door for Vivian, watched her strut into the glass enclosed breezeway then hurried to open the next door. 

Vivian stepped over the threshold into the unfamiliar world she had became part of nearly a year prior. Her hand reached and removed the sunglasses then tucked them into her purse. Her crystal eyes scanned the grand exterior of the main lobby, heard the typical casino melodies chiming in the distance that echoed off the hovering domed ceiling. 

Her lips lightly puckered then she sauntered towards the front desk with Pauly beside her, saw a big brute of a man who stood behind the curved desk, his muscles filled his dark blue button-down shirt. 

She stepped to the desk. 

"Mistress Vivian Addams." Pauly gave his mistress's full name to the muscle bound man in the vest and tie. 

She turned and looked to the entrance into the casino section of the building. Vampire's gambled, she curiously thought then shook her head, found it weird. 

"Yes," the big guy spoke then explained, "All Mistress Vivian's belongings have been carefully delivered to her suite," he then stated, "I'll have Louis show you to the suite."

Vivian took a few steps forward, tried to sense if she could feel him. She turned then stepped before the desk. 

"Louie!" the big guy shouted then looked to the mistress vampire, "Yes, Mistress Vivian." 

Vivian leaned against the desk, made sure her cleavage was quite visible, then sang "Yes, doll," she softly puckered her lips and batted her eyes, "Is there any way that you might," she reached her gloved hand, dragged the tip of her finger along the guy's starched shirt collar then with a sultry pout she requested, "Perhaps you would be a doll and give me some information on a possible guest." 

The man firmly stated, "I'm sorry, Mistress Vivian, but I can't." he then explained, "All guest names are confidential." 

The large man stepped away and approached a long haired lanky fellow then demanded, "Louie, show Mistress Vivian to her suite."

Vivian's eyes narrowed with her fist pressed against her hip. She stomped forward as the tall guy named Louie smiled wide at her. She bitterly snapped at the goof, "Ah shut up!" And she continued forward. 

Louie froze, looked to the front desk at the large guy named Bozley. He pointed at the mistress vampire. 

Boz aimed his finger, gestured for Louie to get a move on. 

Louie whined with a stomp of his foot then reluctantly turned to follow the snooty and bitchy vampire lady. "Wait up!" he whined then stumbled to a stop as the curvy Vivian abruptly halted. He leaned forward and hit the elevator button. His eyes couldn't help but glance over at Vivian's prominently displayed cleavage then his lips formed a broad smile. 

"Hi," Louie spoke then complimented the vampire vixen, "You're really pretty." 

"Thanks." Vivian drolly said then it dawned on her. The steroid freak refused to help her but maybe the scrawny oddball would. 

Vivian slowly turned her head then batted her large blue eyes and, with her sultry tone, sang, "Thank you, Louie, right?" 

The elevator doors came open, Vivian stepped into the elevator with a sexual stroll then turned and kept her eyes focused on the ogling long haired guy as he mumbled 'yep'. 

Vivian slid a step closer to him. "Louie," she sang his name then asked with soft cunning, "You wouldn't mind doing me a huge favor, would you?" She listened to him giggle. 

She reached her hand then twirled a thread of Louie's frizzy hair with her gloved finger. She explained as sweetly as possible, "See I'm meeting up with a certain master vampire and I was wondering if you might know where I might find him in this big old building." 

Louie continued to giggle. 

She continued her sweet demeanor and sang, "You'd be a real doll and I would be eternally grateful for your assistance." 

"Jeeze, lady," Louie blushed then explained, "Boz would kick my ass if I told you anything about the other guests." 

She again pouted her red glossy lips then pouted in song, "He doesn't need to know our little secret and it'll be just between me, you, and Pauly."

"I don't know," Louie sort of whined as his leg slightly shook, the mistress vampire's gloved nail tip drag against the back of his ear. He couldn't cave in and denied the smoking hot vampire, "Nah, I can't, lady, because it wouldn't only piss Boz off but my mistress too." 

"Oh, gah," she growled then jerked her hand away and grumbled to herself, "Why do I even bother?" 

"Sorry," Louie pouted then eyed the lovely vampire and commented, "You sure are pretty when you're angry, though." 

"Oh shut up," she snapped then demanded, "And keep your eyeballs forward." She gestured his eyes forward with the wave of her hand. 

Vivian settled into her large suite that thankfully was done in her favorite red and black colors. Her coffin was placed in one of the two bedrooms, the other bedroom was to be used for meals. 

By the next evening she woke up in a tizzy, frustrated that she couldn't get any information from anyone concerning if her Mr. Dandridge arrived or not. She fed from one of the room service menu items who was a nice dark haired man about twenty-one then Pauly took him out into the hallway to be collected by the convenient door to door service. She dressed fabulously, of course, decided to join her undead peers down at the main floor. 

Once off the elevator Vivian was met by a louder atmosphere with more fellow vampires moving about as if they were normal in a normal environment. Of course they were all fabulously dressed in their chosen fashions while their watchers tagged along obediently. 

She handed Pauly a wad of cash and sang, "Have at it, doll." She gave him the freedom to gamble while she scoped the place in hopes of snagging a glimpse of Mr. Dandridge. 

"Hiya, pretty lady!" Louie's voice called out near the front desk. 

Vivian simply lifted her hand and flipped the scrawny hairball off.

Louie's jaw dropped then whined to desk clerk, "Boz, that one's mean!" 

Vivian's lips formed a satisfied puckered smirk then she proceeded through the entrance of the large casino. She paused on her black satin Mary Jane peep toes and scanned her baby blues over the hundreds of immortal and day watcher faces. She rested a hand on her left crimson red silk snugged hip while she scanned face after face. Her right hand impatiently tapped a red and black vinyl clutch purse against her right thigh. She rolled her eyes with annoyance, no Mr. Dandridge.

She stepped forward within the chimes and bells of the slot machines. Her silken hips sashayed with one Mary Jane over the other while her eyes shifted from side to side, wanted to snag that familiar stunning male perfection. 

She steadily strolled, no sign of him or a sense of his presence. She remembered that their actual creator and created link would eventually dissolve but she hoped it hadn't yet. 

She paused with her pucker tightened. He had to be here, she thought, if she could just sense him somehow. 

The sound of music drew her attention, never was a gambling kinda woman.

She moved towards the sound of the music and found herself before the entrance of the casino's actual club lounge. She stepped forward and a very unique individual rolled up before her on a pair of roller-skates. She wasn't sure if she was looking at a man or woman but he or she was a very stylish black vampire. 

The vampire waved and gestured for Vivian to follow. 

Vivian felt awkward unable to determine the vampire's actual sex then she stated loudly over the music, "The bar is fine!" She watched the creature gracefully roll on the skates, led her further through the crowd of vampires towards the neon lit bar. 

The creature spun effortlessly on the skates then faced Vivian and gestured to the empty bar stool. 

Vivian flashed the creature a smile and gave gracious thanks. She took a seat on the traditional leather bar stool. 

An attractive long haired brunette of a man stepped before Vivian as he was behind the bar. 

"Hello, doll," Vivian sang, leaned her elbows atop the bar and made sure he got an eyeful where her plunging neckline led to her stunning porcelain cleavage. She cunningly gave her order, "A gin and tonic, no ice, please." She puckered her lips, watched the man nod then leave to prepare her drink. 

She slowly turned on the stool then leaned back against the bar and studied all the vampire clubbers. 

The place was overly scented with immortality, many different centuries moved before her. There were couples and singles from all different ages. She realized vampires were everywhere but, she commented in thought, that was simply a cluster fuck of vampires. Then she nodded with another thought. If a mortal wanted to take out a hive of vampires they would have an ample opportunity to blow that place up like the fourth of July and bring a whole slew of immortals down.

She received her drink, an open bar without limitations for those unable to get drunk and those poor mortal souls who would likely get wasted then be wasted by a vampire. She sipped her drink, wished she would spot her studly and gorgeous maker. She craved nothing but to focus on his kissable lips then kiss them because Vivian Addams always took what she wanted which always been one of her more determined mortal and immortal life's motto. 

She slammed back the drink then slid off the stool. Her hands smoothed down the silk snug over her hips and rear. She moved forward and entered the crowd. 

So many beautiful faces around her but not one was the devilishly beautiful face she wanted to see. Her eyes peered at those she sashayed passed, their eyes distorted with their personal vampire tones with fangs grinned. It was obvious to her that they so enjoyed their moment where there was no hiding what they were and in ways, she did too. 

She neared the dance floor where all immortals bodies of all shapes, sizes, and ages moved in many ranges of dance styles. Her eyes lightly closed then opened, gave life to her silvery discoloration fractured by blood red cracks. Her body slowly started to move all her curves sensually as she neared the dance floor filled with undead moving bodies. 

It was a sea of the undead that moved to the beat of the music, each with their individualized approach. 

Vivian found her way to the center of that sea of coldblooded killers. Her arms lifted above her head with slow fluent motions as her hips sexually moved in circles. The flow of her lengthy hair gently swayed against her bare back where the dress dipped down and spilled silk over the prominent outward roundness and form fitted at the gathering just at the under curve of her rear. 

She found herself joined in dance by a lovely vampire couple, the woman in front of her and the man behind her. Not a problem for her to share her dance with a man and woman. She always prided herself at not being one bit bias when it came to both sexes. It didn't matter the sex of the hands just as long as they stroked her ego. 

She brought one arm forward around the female's neck then reached the other behind the head of the male. They were all sexual creatures and it was in their nature to perform to the best of their sexual abilities. 

Awe then Vivian's good time came to an end when the entire club grew dark and a light aimed toward the further back of the club. 

She rolled her eyes, heard a melody begin and those around her cheered. She flung her arms up then strolled through the crowd as it moved in direction of the music and spotlight. 

Again at the bar, she ordered another gin and tonic then opened her clutch, removed the holder, black leather cigarette case, and silver flip lighter. She tucked the cigarette into the holder then placed the holder within the pucker of her crimson lips. She lit the cigarette then stuffed everything back into the purse. She sucked, only tasted the flavor of the cigarette but couldn't feel the sensation of the smoke inhaled into her lungs. 

"You'll never truly enjoy them as you did before." a smooth voice spoke up from behind her. 

Vivian's lips lightly blew the smoke passed her puckered lips. Her head turned then she peered over her shoulder. Slowly she turned on the swivel stool then leaned back against the bar and with a lift of her left brow she sang, "Well, hello, Mr. Dandridge." There he was, the definition of male perfection. 

Mr. Dandridge stood a foot in front of Vivian with his hands tucked in the pockets of his deep black trousers, pushed back the drape of his equally black blazer. 

Ah, she praised in thought, he looked as she remembered him. Yet, how could her memories ever deceive her into imagining anything else than what was before her? 

They didn't. 

She stated, "I was curious if you would be here or not." She then brought the tip of her holder between her lips and sucked. Her eyes instinctively targeted his lips. 

"Hmm," Mr. Dandridge hummed then replied, "I was curious about the same thing concerning you." He stepped up to his recent creation who he deemed his greatest. He politely asked but not without that signature melody, "How have you been, Vivian?" He immediately noticed her unchanged fascination with his mouth.

"Oh, just peachy," she quipped then finally pried her eyes from his lips. Yes, she praised, he was definitely directly in front of her. Her large blues looked up into his gorgeous dark eyes then she asked, "How have you been, Mr. Dandridge?" her eyes scanned those delectable features of his face and commented, "You look," she made a pause, "Well, as I remember."

"I've been well." he answered then glanced down at her never failing exposure her fabulous cleavage. He looked again into her positively glowing crystal blue eyes then confidently stated, "And most definitely, you are exactly as I remember." 


In the Hands of Vampires Ch. 01



He took a step to the side then sat on the stool beside hers and politely inquired, "And how is Pauly, is he working out for you?"

She turned her head, her lips sultrily puckered then she answered, "Oh, Pauly is great and," she grimaced a little with the thought of Mr. Dandridge's day watcher brute then politely but reluctantly inquired, "How's that thing of yours?" 

He somewhat chuckled in response to Vivian's obvious distaste for Billy Cole, knew the feeling was mutual on Billy's part. "Oh, Billy," he cleared his throat then replied, "He's fine," then politely but sarcastically commented, "And I'm sure he will regret not having seen you." He found the hate Vivian and Billy shared for one another rather amusing.

She immediately laughed, "Oh, right," she shook her head then stated, "I know he doesn't miss me and I sure in hell don't miss him." she took another suck off her holder then curiously asked in effort to make small talk, "So, what have you been doing while here at this fabulous establishment to pass time?" 

"Just attempting to be sociable." he answered then confessed, "I typically don't attend these so called celebrations. A particular vampire wouldn't accept my refusal so I was basically demanded attendance."

"Oh, that's wrong," she slightly giggled with her comment then elaborated, "Someone demanded you to do something?" she was in disbelief of his statement then blatantly said so, "You gotta be fucking kidding me. Mr. Dandridge doesn't get bossed around because he is the boss." 

He shook his head then commented, "Try telling my Sister that." He then rose up off the stool.

She quickly commented, "Oh, don't tell me you're leaving me so soon." She pouted her her lips.

"No," he stated, reached his hand to her and suggested, "I thought we could go somewhere quieter to continue our reunion."

Oh, hell yeah, she excitedly screamed in thought but more calmly said, "Well, it's been nearly a year." 

She quickly snuffed out her cigarette, discarded it in the ashtray, put the holder back into her purse, then slid off the stool. She smoothed her hands down her hips and finally slipped her hand in his and agreed, "So, of course." 

She was positively giddy on the inside having finally, after nearly a year, found her Mr. Dandridge and was determined to get one hell of reunion going between the two of them. 

Strolling through the casino, Vivian spotted Pauly hypnotized by a slot machine. She shook her head and thought, he was so mortal half the time it was funny. 

"So, where to?" she asked Mr. Dandridge then felt his hand release hers.

His hand immediately moved to the bare small of her back which made the giddiness inside her practically beam. He couldn't help but indulge in the feel of the very silken ends of her lengthy hair brush against his hand. "Hmm," he hummed as his eyes took a glance at her fabulous backside then offered, "We could go to my suite." He stopped the moment she did.

She turned to the side then with a grimace asked, "You're tool belt wearing house boy ain't there is he?" 

He again gave a little laugh and explained, "No, I believe he's at the black jack tables, kind of his evening off since we don't have anything to worry about amongst our own." then he asked, "So, would you care to join me in my suite, Vivian?"

Oh, how she loved how he said her name. Giddy on the inside, she managed to calmly and coolly agreed, "Well, as long as Lurch isn't there to interrupt us." 

She turned on her heels, tossed her hair back a little then continued forward. She sure enjoyed the feel of his hand which inched a bit further down against the beginning of her fine rear end. 

They neared the casino exit.

Vivian asked, "Which floor we headed?"

"The thirtieth," he answered.

Again she stopped then looked at him over her shoulder.

He saw that sly lift of her left brow then asked, "Something wrong?"

"Huh," she felt her lips pucker a little more then slyly commented, "I'm right beneath you." 

She faced forward, loved the idea of being beneath him and then some.

"It's fucking huge!" Vivian's voice stated loudly with her hands on her hips, "It's like the freaking studio apartments on the upper east side." 

She was amazed by the sure size of the suite, it was like four of hers all in one. She loudly asked Mr. Dandridge, "And how in the hell did you get this?!" she looked to him, "There was no mention of anything this size."

Mr. Dandridge stepped passed Vivian while removing his blazer, he proclaimed, "Let's say I have my own personal connections." he stepped down into the sunken living of the suite and commented, "But it's not at all my taste." 

She quickly agreed, "Well, I can see that." She then stepped down into the living area behind him. She eyed the snazzy but way overdone design and stated, "Yep, this surely doesn't read Mr. Dandridge. Not a single antique." she turned a little and eyed the somewhat art deco feel of the place then commented, "It's somewhat gaudy in my opinion." 

"My thoughts exactly," he commented while at a porcelain bowl filled with an assortment of fruits then kindly offered, "Would you care for some fruit?"

She quickly asked, "Got any strawberries?" finally found him in that huge suite then explained, "That's sorta my thing, strawberries."

He lightly puckered in thought then remembered and stated, "Actually there are some behind the bar." he lifted his hand and pointed out the bar at the furthest end of the living area, "Help yourself."

"Sure." she said with a nod. She decided to do a little catwalk across the huge living area. As she strutted her goods, she took little peeks over her shoulder at him while he took a quite hardy bite from a red apple. Oh, she knew he couldn't resist eyeing her ass, it was irresistible. 

So she sashayed her rear for all its worth, guessed when he bit into that apple he likely imagined biting into her ripe backside. 

She reached the bar, took her time to walk its length then stepped behind it and found a small silver bowl of de-stemmed strawberries. Out from the bar she stepped then carried the bowl in one hand. She plucked a strawberry with her thumb and finger then brought the plump and bright red strawberry between her puckered lips. 

She strolled directly passed him but made a purposeful show of her talented pucker while he chewed on a piece of fruit. 

He swallowed then smirked and offered, "Make yourself comfortable." 

He set the half devoured fruit down then snatched up a provided handkerchief and cleaned his hands. His lips held that slanted smirk as his eyes focused on her as she slowly sat down on the circular sectional sofa then she gathered her legs bent onto the sofa but purposely slid the hem of her crimson silk dress up and over her knees. 

He stepped to the sofa then took the seat beside her though the entire huge sofa had a dozen or more empty seats. He brought his arms stretched across the back of the sofa then asked with a curious lift of his brows, "Enjoying your strawberry, Vivian?" His eyes studied her puckered lips as they suckled the strawberry.

"Hmm, hmm," she hummed with a short nod then plucked the strawberry from between her lips and stated, "I never actually eat them," she leaned forward, set the juice sucked strawberry atop the glass table then slyly added, "I simply suck." 

His eyes watched closely as she leaned back against the sofa then he commented, "Vivian, I don't doubt you've become quite the expert at, well, sucking."

She giggled then asked, "What else would I be an expert at, if not sucking, Mr. Dandridge?" she lightly licked her lips of the strawberry sweetness then somewhat stated in question, "Aren't we all professional suckers?" 

"Oh, that we are." he studied her coy expression with that always pucker about her red lips. He slyly commented, "But I have a suspicion that you, dear Vivian, have likely surpassed beyond being a professional sucker. In fact, Vivian," he paused, saw the confidence brightening the intensity of her silvery eyes, "I bet my very immortal soul that you are the foremost authority on sucking." 

"Perhaps I am," she coyly replied then smugly stated, "Haven't had a complaint yet." she released a slight laugh, "Don't think I will ever have one either." 

He laughed with a little huff. 

"Oh, please," she sang, "Don't tell me you've forgotten how well I suck, Mr. Dandridge." her brow lifted, "You personally witnessed by ability to suck." 

"Oh, I haven't forgotten." he eagerly stated, "I remember quite fondly how quickly you learned how to suck." Yet, there was another moment, not in her memory but his, how well she truly sucked.

"Oh, but," she paused then suggestively confessed, "I was an avid sucker before you came along." 

He belted out a loud laugh of amusement and praised in thought, so true. "Ah, Vivian," he sang through the laugh, "It's such pleasure to see you again." he cleared his throat then praised, "You have surpassed my expectations and then some. You will never cease to amaze me."

"You bet your gorgeous ass I won't." she confidently stated. She truly missed him. 

Then she leaned a bit closer to him and hinted, "I've got one hell of an idea, Mr. Dandridge." 

He leaned closer to her with a curious lift of his brows then asked, "And what might that be, Vivian?" He loved the devious gleam in her eyes.

"Let's order something from room service." she spoke with her lips softly puckered, "Then I could remind you exactly my true sucking capabilities." 

He praised in thought, her mind was truly a pure force of nature along with her incomparable beauty. He adored her and for longer than she knew. "Hmm," he hummed then inquired, "Sucking once a night isn't good enough for you, Vivian?" He knew he undoubtedly would enjoy again witnessing to her sucking capabilities.

"Oh, I could simply suck all night long if it were possible." she stated, loved the distinct curious expression across the shape of his grinning mouth, "There is nothing like a good suck." she gave him a thick lashed wink, "Maybe I just haven't had my fill yet." she leaned back then pouted her lips, "If you're not interested..."

He interrupted her, "I never said I wasn't interested." 

"Then order something." she urged then pressed and rubbed her lips together, "You never know you might wanna do a little sucking yourself."

He quickly promised, "Oh, I'm certain there will be plenty sucking before the nights over with." He rose up from the sofa.

Her eyes watched closely as he made his way to make that special room service order. "Oh, so am I." she sang then leaned back and brought her arms across the back of the sofa. She hummed in thought, he was so beautiful in her eyes and knew she was equally as beautiful in his eyes. She waited for that reunion nearly a year and it was worth the wait. He was remarkable as ever, the gracefulness of his sexy stroll to the very stylish clothes covering his gorgeous body. Besides herself, she had never been in awe of anyone or anything as she was with him and knew she always would be. 

Her eyes followed his return to the sofa and again her eyes went straight to his always targeted mouth. To her, that mouth was like the cherry on top of a very sexual sundae where she wanted to place it against her lips and taste. 

"You haven't changed one bit, Vivian." he praised her, again noticed her close watch of his lips movement, "And for that I am very grateful." 

The corners of her puckered mouth lifted then she responded to his compliment, "Well, I'm just as grateful that nothing has changed about you, Mr. Dandridge, and I mean nothing." 

He could never help but notice her persistent infatuation with his mouth and knew very well how she loved when he spoke her name. "Honestly, Vivian," he spoke, watchful of her eyes as they were seemingly mesmerized by his mouth's every movement then curiously asked, "Why do you have an issue looking me in the eyes?" He subtly called her out. 

Her eyes finally lifted and looked him in the eyes then she giggled a little, "There's no issue." 

"Oh, if there's no issue, Vivian," he paused, again watched her inability to stop from drifting her eyes back to his lips, then asked, "Then why are you focused on my mouth?" He remembered another similar discussion thirteen years prior but she didn't.

"You got me." she sighed then looked him in the eyes and confessed, "I can't help myself. I guess I have this thing about lips." she leaned closer, "Actually, I only have a thing for your lips, Mr. Dandridge. Always have and probably always will for all eternity." she innocently but slyly tilted her head, "And I always have this fond memory how well you used those lips." Her head lowered at the chin with her eyes wide and focused with his.

"Well, how interesting," he commented then confessed, "Because I too have a very fond memory of your lips, Vivian." 

He lifted his hand and brought it against the side of her beautiful face. His thumb slowly traced the shape of her full and naturally pouted bottom lip. He stated, "And I remember very fondly how perfectly you used yours." he leaned forward, slightly tilted his head then asked, "I wouldn't mind another fond memory, would you?" He neared his lips to hers.

"Nope." she agreed and leaned forward on the flat of her hands. 

A knock sounded on the suite door.

She grumbled, the moment she had waited for was interrupted. 

Mr. Dandridge stood up from the sofa to get the door.

She leaned back with a huff. Her eyes rolled with annoyance. 

"Hiya, Jerry," the voice of Louie's sang. 

She heard the door slam which caused her to giggle, Louie obviously had the door slammed in his face. Her head slowly turned and eyes focused as Mr. Dandridge neared the sunken living room, escorted what looked like an actual escort. Oh, goody, she sang in her head, a whore and it was some time since she tasted a whore. 

Vivian grabbed her purse and removed the tube of crimson then coated her bottom lip and pressed both lips together to smooth the sleek sheen evenly. She lifted her lips into a cunning smile with her eyes watchful of the skimpy dressed woman who stepped down the few steps. 

She lifted her hand and gave the woman a charming finger wave. "Hello," she greeted as the woman was urged sit down beside her, "And what's your name?" She always loved to know the names of her meals, made them taste better with a somewhat identity.

"Barbara," the woman answered and added, "But everyone calls me Barbie."

She offered Barbie her hand, "Pleasure, Barbie." she sang, lifted her other hand and combed back Barbie's blonde hair from the side of the woman's neck then introduced herself, "I'm Vivian."

"Hi," Barbie awkwardly smiled then looked to the handsome man who answered the door and asked, "So, um, the two of you then?" 

"Yes," Mr. Dandridge answered then inquired, "Is that a problem?" He glanced over at Vivian who eyed the side of Barbie's neck. His eyes returned focused on Barbie's.

"No," Barbie slowly shook her head as her eyes were caught within Mr. Dandridge's, "It's, ah, extra." She gasped a little the moment she felt Vivian's lips brush against her ear. Her light brown eyes were unable to shift from the man before.

"Not a problem." Mr. Dandridge stated, saw the glaze over the woman's eyes, "Whatever you want." 

His eyes again shifted to Vivian. There was nothing like watching Vivian at work for he fondly remembered witnessing her eagerness during her months he spent educating her in the ways of the vampire. 

His eyes again darted back to Barbie's and with his smooth melody, he questioned, "How old are you?" 

"I'm..." Barbie stammered a bit as beside her the woman's lips now suckled and licked against the side of her neck, "Twenty...ah...twenty-two." She again gasped but softer, felt the effects of the man's penetrating stare combined with the woman's seductive actions. 

His lips curved in that slanted grin, Mr. Dandridge asked, "Have you ever been with a woman, Barbie?" He lifted his hand, touched his fingertips gently against the side of the young woman's face. He watched her slowly shake her head then listened to her mumble 'no'. "Oh, well, you're in for a treat." he sang, "Vivian is an amazing and beautiful woman. You are a very lucky young woman." 

Vivian softly snickered, loved Mr. Dandridge's praise. 

Upon Vivian's snicker, Mr. Dandridge's smirk broadened then he commented, "I'm certain Vivian give you an experience you'll never forget, that I'll never forget." 

Vivian leaned back then looked over at Mr. Dandridge and suggested, "Why don't we take Barbie into a more intimate setting, hmm, since this is her first experience. Why not make it special." Her pucker tensed then gave Mr. Dandridge a wink. 

Vivian brought her Mary Jane's to the floor then rose up. She turned then bent a little at the knees and grabbed Barbie's hand. She urged Mr. Dandridge, "Lead the way, Mr. Dandridge." She then watched him rise then turn. Her eyes immediately took a sly look at his rear which was one of his many features she just loved. 

"Come, Barbie," she encouraged the woman with a little tug, "I know," she smirked with a slight slant to her puckered lips and praised in question, "What an ass, am I right?" She giggled, watched Mr. Dandridge look over his shoulder then shake his head. She playfully chirped, "What?" She gave an innocent bat of her eyes. 

The somewhat dazed woman was led by the hand as she and Vivian followed Mr. Dandridge across the living area, up another set of steps then towards two large double doors. 

Mr. Dandridge opened both doors then allowed Vivian and Barbie to enter first.

Vivian sang, "What a gentleman." She brought her arm about the woman's shoulders then leaned close as if the woman were a good friend and commented, "He's a true gentleman from way back." 

Mr. Dandridge slowly shook his head, heard every word Vivian spoke. He closed the doors to the secondary master bedroom, the first where his coffin was kept. He turned just as Vivian had the young woman stand before the foot of the bed. 

Ah, wonderful memories, he chimed in thought. Such delightful memories he had of Vivian's first feeding and how she so graciously shared. What was more wonderful for him to remember was what happened afterwards. 

With a hint of suggestiveness, he inquired, "Would either of you ladies care for a drink?" He strolled to the corner table, waited for an answer. He turned to the side and found Vivian focused on the young woman. A little laugh was huffed then he proceeded to fix a gin and tonic. 

Once finished mixing his drink, he stepped to head of the bed. He sat down then relaxed back against the plush stacked pillows and sipped his drink with his eyes focused on Vivian's little game. There was not a single complaint from him. He had no problem to sit and relax and watch Vivian do what she loved.

Vivian cupped the young woman's face in her hands with her eyes burned deep. She slyly sang, "You have a very sweet face, Barbie." her lips neared Barbie's, "Your lips look even sweeter." She listened to the woman heavily sigh with that evident intoxication then she asked, "Can I taste how sweet your lips are?" 

She slid a hand down the side of Barbie's neck then further down. She felt the heated flesh of Barbie's arm then slipped her arm beneath the young woman and wrapped it around the feminine trim waist. 

Slowly she nodded which prompted Barbie to dazedly nod, "Good," she whispered with her sultry tone then lightly grazed her lips against the woman's, felt the radiated heat. She felt Barbie's lips softly respond to the light graze then gently she pressed her lips, immediately tasted the fragrance of sexual corruption. 

With her hand flat against the small of the young woman's back, she nudged Barbie against her then heightened the passion of their kiss. Her right hand slid down against Barbie's neck then further she scraped her lengthy crimson nails down over the young woman's exposed collarbone. 




In the Hands of Vampires Ch. 01



Barbie's gentle hummed.

Her hand slid further down then eagerly cupped over the youthful breast. She curled her fingers and brought them behind the top hem of the strapless bodice. She listened to Barbie softly gasped the moment she shifted her lips, pressed a firm kiss against the young woman's cheek. She shifted, pressed an equally firm kiss against the side of Barbie's tilted neck. She kissed further down as her hand started to tug down the young woman's strapless bodice and exposed both breasts. 

With a swift motion she brought Barbie down against the foot of the bed then straddled over the young woman lost in the depths of seduction. She lifted up on her knees, her silvery eyes looked to the head of the bed at Mr. Dandridge. Her cunning eyes were wide as they were enveloped with that silvery gleam, saw his consumed by his signature deep red edged with fiery orange. 

Her lips eased their sensual pucker, felt the fangs sprout into their fine points. Her head slowly tilted back as her full lips parted exposing her fangs. Her eyes held his which focused intently on her upcoming action. Then with a snarl she darted down, embedded her fangs into young Barbie's inner breast.

The woman groaned in response to the erotic mixture of pleasure and pain. 

She bore her fangs deeper which caused Barbie's body to arch upward off the bed followed by a long whine. There was such sweet sin that burned within the youth's blood, so rich, so flavorful, and bitterly fragrant. 

She darted upward with a satisfied gasp and smirk. Her lips lightly parted as she slicked her tongue over the blood coated fangs. Her eyes partially opened, discovered Mr. Dandridge was no longer at the head of the bed, the half drank glass of gin and tonic on the bedside table. 

She gasped the moment his hands swiftly grabbed her by the shoulders. Again she gasped, he jerked her back against him. She felt his bare chest against her exposed back. She waited for all that time for the moment she would feel him against her again. 

She lifted her arms and brought her hands back against the thick waves of his ebony hair, combed her fingers into the black depths. Her head leaned back against his shoulder, indulged in the sensation of his lengthened nails drag against the flex of her shoulder blades. Then his fingers wrapped around the intricate black pearls that created the clasp of the bodice's halter. She felt a jerk, the pearls rolled down against her back, scattered all directions. The halter fell in a flow of crimson silk and bared the milky naked breasts and soft brown of her nipples. 

His hands eagerly moved around the sides of her ribs and moved over her breasts. She arched her back in response to his firm hands pressed against her breasts as his nails pressed into the soft inner flesh. His right hand slid across and gripped firm her left breast as the left moved down against the soft flesh of her stomach, guided the crimson silk further down.

He indulged in her bodily responses to his touch of her perfection that was her flawlessly curved body and milky toned skin. His lips moved against the side of her neck, he dragged the tips of his fangs which ignited her body further into sexual motions. He could smell the aroma of the young woman's blood painted over her lips as she hissed with that carnal arousal. His full lips suckled firmly along the tension about the muscle of her shoulder as his left hand slid further down beneath the crimson silk then slid over the silk and lace of her vintage panties. 

How wonderful his hands felt but she urged, "I want you to finish." 

He lifted his head then shifted his eyes and looked into hers. 

She eagerly requested, "I want to watch you finish her." 

He loved the wicked lust within her eyes and could never deny her request. His head turned, faced forward, then he looked down at the young woman as Vivian's hands slid forward and grazed against the sides of his neck. 

Vivian shifted from her straddle over the young woman.

He leaned down, brought his hands pressed into the bed then brought his knees atop the bed. He crawled forward then hovered over the young woman. He lowered, brought his lips against the blood glistening punctures against her inner breast. He licked the tip of his tongue against the bloody punctures immediately tasting the sinfulness Vivian had, the young woman groaned in response.

Vivian lay back against the bed beside the young woman and worked the silken dress further down. The moment the dress dropped to the floor her eyes focused on Mr. Dandridge's every action as her hips sexually motioned. Her rear pressed down against the bed as her back arched. Her hands slid upward against her rotating hips. 

Her eyes watched closely as he dragged the tip of his tongue along the bloody punctures, the woman's sluggish bodily responses barely mimicked hers. She sighed with a soft hiss, heard the woman's dazed vocals. Her lips tightly puckered with anticipation the moment she would hear the gasp when he bore his fangs into the woman's flesh. 

The vocal came which prompted her to gasp as she excitedly slid her hands back down over the black lace and silk of her vintage panties. Her hands pressed between her thighs, again her back arched and pushed her breasts upward. Her eyes were wide then they flinched the moment he darted up with a gasp, his lips bloodied which made him look even more devilishly stunning. 

Her lips lifted their corners into a smirk upon the moment his red eyes opened and looked into hers. She slid one hand upward then lifted her arm and turned her hand palm up and coiled her finger to summon him to her. 

He brought his leg over the body. Without shifting his eyes from hers, he reached down then snatched the body by the blonde hair and swiftly jerked it forward.

The body thudded to the floor. 

He lifted his arm and brought his hand down against the bed caging her. Slowly he lowered, gradually inched his bloodied lips down towards hers. 

Suddenly one door of the bedroom swung inward. 

"Hey, Jer!" Billy Cole's voice sounded. 

Mr. Dandridge grumbled then snapped his head and aimed his red eyes at the day watcher. He loudly grumbled, "What the hell, Billy!" He rose up onto his knees and slightly snarled his top lip. 

Billy's eyes went wide, "Oh, shit, Jer," he turned to the side, felt awkward as hell, "I didn't know you had a guest, I'm sorry."

"I gather." Mr. Dandridge grumbled then, with annoyance, asked, "What do you want?!"

Billy tried to cover his eyes but the moment the woman on the bed sat up his face twisted with annoyance, "Oh, you," he grumbled under his breath then rolled his eyes.

Vivian smiled wide and purposely arched her naked breasts forward, "Hiya, Billy!" she sang, knew she annoyed the shit out of him.

"Oh, gah," Billy turned his back to the scene, "I'm sorry, Jer," he again apologized but more sorry it was Vivian with his master, "But your sister is looking for you."

"So," Mr. Dandridge snapped, "I'm busy."

"Yes, I see that," Billy nodded his messy haired head, "But you know her, she'll show up here if you don't show up inside the club."

"Damn it!" Mr. Dandridge growled loudly, frustrated beyond words then demanded, "Dammit, go down and tell her I'll be there shortly. Dammit!"

Vivian's jaw dropped. Mr. Dandridge was going to put a stop to what they were about to do just to appease his damned sister? 

Her lips tightly puckered then she shifted on her rear and brought her heels to the floor. "Fine!" she too growled then stomped around the corner of the bed and snatched up her dress.

"Oh, Vivian," Mr. Dandridge realized he just pissed off Vivian instead of his sister, "Vivian, please." 

He slipped off the bed as she marched towards the doors, "Vivian, I'm sorry but you don't know my sister."

Vivian stomped her heels forward, "Outta my way, Big Foot!" she snapped then shoved Billy out of her way and against the door. She heard Mr. Dandridge call her name but she was too frustrated that all that work had been done in vain. 

"Oh, don't worry about me!" she shouted back with her heels loudly clacking against granite floor, took a moment to fetch her purse, "I'll just show my beautiful ass out the door!" She stormed, didn't care that she was only in her panties and heels with the silk gown draped over her arm.

Mr. Dandridge shoved passed Billy and shouted, Vivian!" 

Billy grimaced, been shoved twice. 

Mr. Dandridge heard the suite's door slam, "Shit," he grumbled then shifted his stance and glared at Billy, "Have you ever heard of knocking?!" 

Billy slowly nodded. 

Mr. Dandridge ordered, "Go tell Regine I'll be there shortly." he stormed towards the main bedroom and shouted back, "Next time you better knock, Billy!!"

Billy continued to grimace, every damned time Vivian Addams came around he always got into trouble. "Damned peaceful for a year, dammit." he grumbled under his breath.

Vivian stormed into her suite, threw the silk dress and purse. She stomped into the main bedroom, cursed loudly the entire time. She waited too damned long to have all that interrupted because of Dandridge's damned sister. She never knew he had a damned sister.

Her voice shouted from the room, "Screw his sister!" silence then another shout, "No, screw me!!"



In the Hands of Vampires Ch. 02



The doors jerked open, Vivian stepped out of her hotel bedroom again dressed in vintage perfection; an off the shoulder black lace figure fitted dress with a wide red patent leather belt and a pair of black patent leather ankle strapped Mary Jane's. 

She took a moment to transfer the stuff from the clutch into the dress matched lace purse with a silver chain strap. She left the suite, fumed over being dissed for a damned sibling which was a huge blow to her mighty ego. 

Inside the elevator, she lit up a cigarette with an annoyed pucker across her lips. Her bottom lip started to pout and painfully she thought, almost had his lips. She was so damned close to finally having his lips on hers and, she screamed in thought, they had blood on them too! 

She angrily stomped her foot, felt cheated and robbed of that long desired moment. Her eyes narrowed, knew Billy stupid Cole probably loved that he interrupted her reunion with his gorgeous master. "Fucking, dick," she grumbled. 

The elevator doors slid open.

Something easy on Vivian's eyes stepped into the elevator which prompted her to do a little adjustment shimmy of her shoulders. She pressed her lips together, took quick inventory of the vampire beside her. He was tall, fairly handsome but, she noted, not Mr. Dandridge handsome. 

"Hello." she chimed with a little tilt of her head. Her eyes studied the vampire's profile, still no comparison to Mr. Dandridge, but nice in a pale vampire way with almost chocolate brown hair that hung long passed his shoulders. She watched his head turn. 

The vampire looked to Vivian with almost amber brown eyes. 

Vivian reached her hand and offered it to the stranger, "Vivian, Vivian Addams." 

"Eric," the vampire slipped his pale hand into Vivian's, "Eric Vargo."

Vivian slid her hand back then brought the cigarette between her puckered lips then asked, "You been around long?" He was first vampire since Mr. Dandridge she spoke with casually.

"A while." Eric vaguely stated then asked, "You?"

"Not long at all." she answered, "A year."

"Oh, you are what they call an infant." he stated and smiled.

She quickly noted, the vampire's smile was in no way comparable to Mr. Dandridge's. THe commented, "Just a mere baby."

Her mind screamed. What the hell did he mean calling her a baby?!

Her pucker tensed, far from flattered being called an infant or a baby then she replied with a snap, "I ain't a baby or a damned infant." then she slightly grumbled, "Might be a vampire for only a year but I learned from the best. Nearly a thousand years of the best." She flattered Mr. Dandridge now.

Taking only a glance at the snippy vampire, he said, "I apologize for offending you but you are considered a young-ling." 

"Young my fucking ass," she again grumbled, started to find the vampire annoying then bitterly snapped back, "I'm a fucking mistress vampire not a damned fledgling tiny-tot."

"Again," he spoke as calmly as possible and explained, "I meant not to offend you but it is the truth." he then suggested, "You need to relax."

"Oh, shut up!" she snapped at him then aimed her palm at him with the cigarette tucked between her fingers and stated, "I don't want to hear another word from you, Eric Vargo, whoever the fuck you are."

He laughed, found the so called mistress vampire's attitude amusing, then commented, "Not only are you a mistress but a bitch as well."

Her head slowly turned as her eyes narrowed then asked with an angry hiss, "What did you call me?" 

The elevator reached the lobby floor followed by a loud crash sounding from inside then the doors slid open. 

Vivian stepped out of the elevator with a cocky sway about her hips and a satisfied puckered smirk. 

From the elevator the vampire Eric Vargo staggered while his hands gently cupped over his groin. His pale face strained against the pain of having his vampire testicles ruthlessly crushed by Vivian's vice grip. He leaned forward, groaned, and cursed under his breath. His head lifted and watched the fabulous backside of Vivian's saunter into the casino. 

His eyes filled with intense amber yellow then he lowly hissed, "Oh, you will pay for that." He stood straight with his narrowed eyes focused on Vivian.

Vivian was satisfied for she made a point to the rude vampire, no one called her a bitch. She proudly knew she was a bitch, just didn't need some dip shit calling her one. 

She strolled along the carpet, flicked ashes as she strutted. Could her evening get any worse? 

She hoped not because for she knew she would surely blow her top if any further fuck ups occurred. 

She entered the club area, shooed away the hostess or host or whatever the vampire was then marched her way towards the bar with her chin held high. 

At the bar she ordered up another gin and tonic, heard the 80s music sound over the array of voices. She cocked her hips to the rhythm of the 80s melody. She received her drink then turned around and took a long swallow. 

Around her, so many vampires made out with fanged kisses and groping lengthy fingered hands. Her bottom lip again pouted, knew that her and Mr. Dandridge should have been making out and groping. But, nope, she pitifully pouted I thought, it didn't happen. Then her face grimaced with a thought. Fucking Billy Cole and that stupid sister happened. 

She felt left out and sighed with a sense of rejection and loneliness. 

Eric Vargo approached Vivian and with a grumble, he loudly stated, "That was uncalled for." He stopped beside the mistress vampire.

Vivian's lips again puckered, her head darted facing Eric with her eyes narrowed. "Oh, it wasn't?" she grumbled back at the vampire tool then snarled, "Don't go calling women bitches, Eric the Great Asshole!" 

Eric then actually dared to aim his lengthy finger in Vivian's face.

The vampire's blatant gesture only fueled Vivian's combined reasons for rage. One, a failed reunion with her Mr. Dandridge and second, Eric's fucking bitchy ass. And so, she quickly snatched the vampire's hand and with a powerful snap of her jaws, the tip of his finger was bitten clean off. 

She smirked the moment the vampire's face went into shock. 

Eric's yellowed eyes stared widely at the sight of no index fingertip. 

She spat the fingertip into the shocked vampire's face and it bounced off his forehead. She growled, "Don't fuck with me, you whiny little bitch!" she snarled her vampire bloodied lips then warned, "No one calls Vivian Addams a bitch because only Vivian Addams calls herself a bitch, you got it, you shit?!" 

"You...you..." Eric mumbled in shock, saw his own blood trail down his hand. He continued to mumble, "You fucking...you fucking bit my..."

"Yes," she giggled then stated, "And it's on the floor if you want it back." she then evilly snickered, "Oh, but it'll likely grow back." then she threatened, "And I'll bite the fucker off again if you dare stick in my face again."

Boz stepped before the situation and asked, "What seems to be the problem?" He arrived after he was told of a problem near the bar.

"This...this..." Eric pointed his fingertip-less finger at Vivian then tattled, "She bit off the tip of my finger, that's the problem!" He practically shoved his bloodied hand into Boz's face.

Vivian quickly defended herself, "He deserved it." she then explained, "He insulted me so I crushed his vampire balls then he stalked me and threatened me and lastly put his damned finger in my face so I bit the fucking tip off." She grinned evilly at Eric then snidely stated, "Next time I'll bite the tip of your dick off." 

"Master Vargo," Boz spoke up with a calm tone then suggested to the upset male vampire, "Why don't you return to your suite and Louie will bring you something very special to take care of your finger." 

Boz looked over at the smug Vivian and addressed, "Mistress Vivian, I understand he offended you but you're amongst your kin and there is no need for violence." he took calm breath then urged, "If you have a problem with anyone you should have come to me or my mistress." 

Boz again looked to Eric then defused the situation the best he could and encouraged, "Please, return to your suite and we'll gladly make up for this misunderstanding in any way possible."

Eric glared at Vivian then gave his suggestion for redemption of poor finger, "Her head on a spike." 

Vivian quickly countered, "Oh, shove a spike up your ass, Eric the Bitch." she then turned her attention to Boz and proceeded to order, "You know what, Boz, I want you," she pointed at the muscle bound diffuser, "To do me a biggie."

"Anything, Mistress Vivian," Boz graciously and calmly agreed.

She explained,"I would like to take a long relaxing soak in the lovely garden tub in my suite." then she added, "But not just any soak." 

Regine stormed through the crowd within the club lounge. Her brown eyes narrowed and full lips pursed together. She approached the VIP table where her brother sat. 

Regine announced with a shout, "You have a serious problem on your hands!" 

Mr. Dandridge looked up at his sister with question. 

She announced the bar incident, "That thing you made, Vivian Addams," she frustratingly grumbled, "Well she just assaulted one of my important guests, Eric Vargo." 

He smirked and amusingly thought, that was his Vivian alright. 

With scold, she snapped at her brother, "She's the biggest mistake you've ever made, Jerry!" she then demanded, "And you need to fix this little situation because I will not tolerate her behavior."

He slightly rolled his eyes then sarcastically commented, "Awe you're upset because Vivian Addams wounded your poor Eric's enormous ego." he slowly rose up then defensively stated, "Yes, I gifted Vivian but I do recall that you gifted Eric Vargo as well who was your lover." 

He stepped around the table then stated, "So, I see no problem." then he smirked and commented, "Besides, knowing Eric, he probably deserved what happened to him when he most likely angered Vivian which I unfortunately have done as well tonight." he ignored his sister's glare then suggested, "You need to take control of your own mistakes, Sister, and mind your own damned business."

Defensively she grumbled, "She bit the tip of his finger off." she kept her glare fixated on her brother then grumbled further, "Now I have to present him with our purest stock to shut him up." then with even more frustration, she announced, "And on top of that, your Vivian Addams made her own request to be met."

"Oh, then it will be met," he firmly stated, "And don't worry," his lips formed a smug grin, "I'll see to Vivian personally since I do owe her for that rude interruption from earlier because of your selfish need for me to take part in this farce when obviously I'm not needed when you have all the admirers you need." 

Mr. Dandridge turned and left his sister fuming.

Inside the master bedroom of her hotel suite, Vivian enjoyed a tasty strawberry from her own personal bar as she listened to the ruckus in the master bathroom. 

She called out behind her, "Don't let any get on the floor. All in the tub, doll!" 

She proceeded to suckle the strawberry but paused with a brilliant idea then called out, "Oh, yeah," she turned to the side and eyed the open bathroom door, "Make sure the last one stays alive!" 

She sat down on the edge of the bed, hummed with delight and excitement. 

"Yes, Mistress Vivian!" Louie's voice called from the bathroom then a loud thud sounded followed by, "Oops, sorry!" 

Vivian shook her head. She regretted the use of Louie. She should have had Pauly tend to her needs, the hippy with the long hair had no idea what he was doing. 

She heard the front door chime then frowned and loudly asked, "You got help coming or something?" 

Louie shouted back, "No!" 

She rose up and sauntered out of the bedroom with her black robe flowing with her stride exposing her milky legs. Her bare feet silently moved over the floor then she made her way to the door and shouted, "Who is it?!" then, with an assumption, she asked, "Pauly, you lose your damned key?" 

She grabbed the door handle then swung the door open. "Oh," her lips puckered then asked, "And what do you want?" She planted a hand on her hip.

"Vivian," Mr. Dandridge spoke as he stood before the doorway then announced, "I wanted to apologize for the interruption earlier."

With a sharp nod, she quickly said, "Okay," Then she slammed the door in his face.

Mr. Dandridge stood wide eyed, never had a door slammed in his face before. He huffed then stepped forward and pushed it open. "Vivian," he said then stepped over the threshold and noticed a flow of black silk disappear around the corner at the end of the corridor. Again he called out, "Vivian!" 

He shook his head then moved down the corridor and upon turning the corner he leaned back the moment her sucked strawberry almost struck him, landed near his expensive shoes. "Oh, come now, Vivian!" he sang then followed the flow of black silk into the bedroom. 

He marched up to the doorway then those doors were too slammed in his face. "Dammit, Vivian Addams!" he grumbled then shoved the doors inward just as Louie stumbled out of the bathroom speckled and smeared head to toe in blood. His eyes frowned at the odd sight.

Louie felt somewhat nasty covered in blood though it didn't cease him from sucking it from his fingers. He chuckled, "That lady sure is morbid." he stepped passed his mistress's brother and stated, "Dude, she's doing some serious Countess Bathory shit." He stepped out of the room and paused to give his leg a quick shake.

Mr. Dandridge looked to the bathroom doorway then heard a splash. He tucked his hands into his pants pockets then casually strolled towards the doorway. Continuing to hear further splashes, he entered the large bathroom then turned and faced a large sunken tub but saw no Vivian.

Blood suddenly sloshed over the rim of the tub. 

His eyes focused, caught sight of two hands splash through the bloody surface. His eyes scanned, saw smears of blood all over the white tiles of the bathroom floor along with two deathly pale and lifeless female corpses. 

He again looked to the tub, bubbles emerged as the bloodied hands sunk beneath the surface. His head tilted with curiosity. He had no idea that Vivian enjoyed playing with her food so creatively. His lips slightly puckered with intrigue then before his eyes a blood drenched figure, unmistakably Vivian's, slowly rose up out of the tub. 

Every inch of Vivian's milky skinned torso was silkily painted blood red with her ebony hair highlighted red as it was pasted down over her breasts. She leaned back against the slant of the tub as her bloodied hands slicked back her hair. Her eyes opened, the crystal blue of her eyes vibrant against the blood that coated the entirety of her face. 

She sang, "I always wanted to do that," her lips slightly puckered as she relaxed and rested her elbows against the rim of the tub, "Bathe in blood just as the legendary Elizabeth Bathory had." she then laughed with amusement, "She was one sick bitch, hmm?" 

She finally focused on Mr. Dandridge then casually asked, "So, what's up, Mr. Dandridge?" she then snidely questioned, "Did you manage to steal away from your sister?" she gave a mocking laugh then sarcastically inquired, "She's not going to come barging into my suite is she?"

"No," he answered, ignored Vivian's sarcasm, then explained, "She personally asked me to deal with you and your misbehavior towards a certain other vampire."

"Oh, Eric the Dip shit," she quipped then commented, "So, she sent you to punish me for my bad behavior." She again laughed, found the idea ridiculous.

"That depends," he spoke, his hands pulled from his pockets then he crossed his arms over his chest and asked, "Do you think that you, a mistress vampire, needs to be punished?

"Oh, maybe." she coyly sang then licked the tasty blood mixture from her lips and commented, "Depends on what you have in mind for my punishment." 

He took a few steps forward, the soles of his expensive shoes pressed into the smears of blood. With obvious amusement in his sly tone, he asked, "How should I punish you, Vivian?" 

"I don't know." she coyly replied, leaned forward then propped her face against her bloodied hand and curiously asked, "What is the punishment for biting the tip off some dick head's finger, hmm?" 

He fought back the urge to laugh then cleared his throat and informed, "That's a pretty steep crime against our own kind."

She quickly corrected him, "Oh, he's neither my kind nor type." she slid her hand from the side of her face then slowly aimed her bloodied finger at him and confidently informed, "You're my kind and definitely my type." she slyly tilted her head then batted her eyes and added, "Hey, it's not like I bit his dick off. That would've been so un-lady like." 

"Perhaps you should have." he commented, enjoyed the look of amusement over her bloodied face, especially her eyes then slyly he complimented, "I must say, red is definitely your color, Vivian."

Her lips again softly puckered, she agreed, "Thank you, I think so too." she leaned against the rim of the tub, eyed Mr. Dandridge from toe to head then commented, "And I take it you don't care much for Dick Master Eric."

"One of my sister's lovers and no." he confessed then slowly shook his head and stated, "So, perhaps actual punishment isn't warranted."

"Awe," she said with a pout then accused him, "There you go again, get my little hopes up then dash them away." she clicked her tongue against her teeth then continued to coyly accuse, "You are just too cruel, Mr. Dandridge." then she shook her head with disappointment, "One moment you have me heading towards the gates of vampire heaven then next, you damn well slam those bitches in my face." and lastly, with her lips pouted, she stated, "That's just wrong and totally cruel." 

She leaned back again then changed the subject and commented, "It sorta sucks that the blood gets so cold so quickly. I'm about to freeze my already coldblooded ass off." 

She pushed up and rose out of the cooled blood, the entirety of her naked curves streamed and painted by thick blood. She aimed her finger passed him then requested, "Would you be a dear and hand me that towel." 

He continued to grin, gave a short nod then leaned and snatched the towel. 

Vivian brought her leg over the rim of the tub and down against the first step. She carefully moved down the steps, her bare feet slicked by blood.

He graciously unfolded the oversized towel with his eyes focused on the bloodied beauty. She stepped before him with her eyes locked with his. She lifted her arms high above her head. 

Leaned forward, he wrapped the large black towel around her. 

She politely chimed, "Thank you, Mr. Dandridge." her arms lowered then looked about the floor and commented, "I told that moron not to make a mess." then she snickered, 

"Boy, the maid's service is gonna have a field day." 

His brows curiously lifted, eyes focused on her bloodied face then asked, "And how are you planning on getting yourself clean?".

She again looked him in the eyes. Her lips puckered with thought then she answered, "Hmm, I could jump in the shower." 

"Oh, that is simply wasteful, Vivian." he slightly scolded her, "I thought I taught you not to be wasteful."

She softly pouted her blood stained lips and apologized, "I'm sorry." then she grinned, "But it was a temptation I just couldn't resist." her eyes quickly scanned him then again returned to his, "Like so many others temptations." 

He leaned closer and, with a sly suggestive tone he said, "Well, Vivian, we can't allow anything to go to waste now can we." 

"Hmm," she hummed with intrigue then asked, "What do you have in mind, Mr. Dandridge?" 




In the Hands of Vampires Ch. 02



Her lips continued to pout then she watched closely as his lips formed a morbid but stunning smirk. Her left brow lifted, "Oh that." 

The towel dropped to the floor.

Vivian lay against the bed with a mesmerized smile held firm through her softly puckered lips that were no longer stained by blood. Her arms, clean of blood, laid bent at the elbows against the bed as she hummed with pleasurable delight. Her back arched, lifted her blood cleaned breasts with her entire torso void of the evidence of her blood bath. 

Her arms lifted off the bed then lowered. Her hands grazed her lengthy fingers along the outer fullness of her breasts then further down they grazed over her blood cleaned abdomen. Her fingertips touched the top of Mr. Dandridge's thick ebony waves the moment he finished licking clean the length of her thigh, he having arrived at the crook of her hip and thigh. 

Her body was practically void of any evidence of her blood bath after Mr. Dandridge had made certain the blood wasn't wasted, devoured by him with the use of his tongue. 

She finally opened her eyes, they gleamed with silver etched with blood red. She peered down at him. Her eyes followed as he moved above her. She slid her hands against his bare shoulders then combed her lengthened fingers and nails upward into the thickness of his hair. 

"Good thing you're immortal." she sang, peered up into the rich red of his eyes, "Or you would've truly lost the strength in that amazing tongue of yours." 

Mr. Dandridge lightly laughed in response to Vivian's comment as he indulged in the radiance of her silvery eyes. "Well," he hummed then slyly commented, "With all the blood that covered you there was plenty to sustain my efforts." 

Finally after too many interruptions, his lips pressed against hers then he listened to her purr. There hadn't been one individual he could remotely compare to Vivian for she was simply the fieriest, cockiest, and damned sexiest creature he ever had the pleasure of personally molding into the perfection. He typically refrained from intimate involvement with other vampires but, to him, Vivian was the exception from the very evening he gifted her. 

Though it wasn't known to her but always remembered by him. Vivian had been truly the one to satisfy his carnal urges since those evenings caught between 1961 and 1970. Since he left her on her own in 1982 to build herself more and more as an independent mistress vampire, not a single mortal could capture his fancy as she had from their first meeting in 1961. He desired to return those memories to her the night of her being reborn into immortality but never caved for he greedily kept them to himself. Or perhaps he was concerned about her reaction to such deception. He truly had his hand in creating her throughout those twenty-one years and the result was pure perfection.

Finally she got what she wanted, Mr. Dandridge's lips. For nearly a year Vivian craved his lips, desired to again watch them motion as he spoke but most of all, to taste and feel them. She knew there was an odd obsession with his gorgeous mouth which was, perhaps, unlike her nature. Yet, not another set of lips could surpass the glory that were his. She could lie beneath him and simply indulge in the expertise of his lips and be satisfied. Yet, she knew their addictiveness which likely would escalate her obsession and desires. 

She lavished in the silkiness of his hair as she continuously combed and massaged her fingers through the thickness. There was nothing about him she didn't desire. She desired every inch of him, from head to toe. He was undoubtedly the perfect vampire specimen with exception to her. 

Yet, though she would settle for his lips and his recent tedious task where he licked her body clean, she wanted more just as any addict. Yes, she was addicted and willingly caved to that addiction. 

Her animalistic sexual instincts were quickly ignited and beneath him her body displayed her anxiousness for more of her Mr. Dandridge. She again arched her back in instinct to press her breasts against his bare chest. Her legs lifted bent at the knees and slid her inner thighs eagerly against him. 

He recognized her actions, so like those from those past moments he had stolen from her memory but he fondly remembered. Mentally he laughed at those stereotypes where vampires were fabled incapable of the actual carnal act of sex. Beneath him was the perfect example of that fable's mislead. 

She indulged in both manners of vampire pleasures, thrived to satisfy the hunger for pain and pleasure and when combined she was always euphoric. The evening he gifted her as she was being delivered into death to be reborn immortal, she displayed when the delivering bite was given her body was sent into an undeniable fit of ultimate pleasure. Yes, vampires were the undead but their bodies were just as functional as any mortal man or woman. And for him, he seduced many, thousands upon thousands of mortal women just to achieve his own pleasure of devouring their lives while at the same time they were given a moment of final pleasure with just the simple use of his fangs and suckling lips. 

Now, Vivian was another story, she was beyond being seduced by any of his hypnotic wiles. She was of course a mistress vampire with free will. But there was no real challenge with her because she was more than eager but with a delay in the form of their collided suggestive mannerisms and words. A vocal bout of foreplay against one another heightened their game of mistress versus master vampire.

That long awaited game was coming to it's anticipated peak. 

She gripped the back of his hair then pulled back and broke his lips from hers. Her lips lightly snarled, exposed her fangs. "So, Mr. Dandridge," she slithered with a sultry tone with her wide silvery eyes locked with his, "What's on your mind?" Oh, how she loved that question and could read the answer clearly within the depths of those discolorations of red rimmed in orange.

His top lip sneered with a wicked grin then her gave her his answer, "What's not." 

"As always, Mr. Dandridge," she released his hair, "Good answer." 

She swiftly shoved her hands against his chest, used her unnatural strength. She again used that strength and slammed him back against the bed. Immediately she straddled him. Her hands pressed down against his chest as she stared down into his eyes then quickly lowered her face an inch above his. 

She cunningly asked, "Wanna know a secret, Mr. Dandridge?" Her lips lightly grazed his as she pressed the fine tips of her lengthy nails into his skin.

"What secret is that, Vivian?" he asked with intrigue.

"I always get what I want." she slyly stated then presented him with a soft hiss

"Oh, that's not a secret." he stated as he eagerly accepted her kiss then commented, "One of your greater qualities might I add."

She softly laughed, "Yes, I know." she smugly agreed to his comment then firmly stated, "And I'm gonna get what I want right now." 

His brows curiously lifted, "Yes and please," he spoke then, intrigued, asked, "What is it you want right now, Vivian?" His lip slightly sneered, felt the slight sting of her nails begin to scrape down against his chest. He watched her lick her lips and form their soft pucker. Before his eyes her lips curved at the corners. 

She slowly rose up with a gleam of mischief in her eyes, "I want to," she paused, slightly tilted her head then spouted, "Well, take a shower." 

She laughed the moment she saw his shocked expression. She quickly climbed off him, bounced off the bed, and landed firm on her feet. She moved toward the bedroom door.

He quickly sat up with his eyes wide, not what he expected. "Vivian?" he said her name with surprise and question. 

"Hmm?" she coyly hummed then turned in the open the doorway. She pointed at him then commented, "Oh, you thought I was going to say you." she giggled, "That's so adorable." She smirked then moved out of the bedroom. She again laughed as she headed towards the secondary bedroom. 

He lowly growled, knew exactly what she was doing. Apparently she was still upset about him attending to his sister instead of her. 

He rose up off the bed and dressed. Well, he thought, she wanted to play it that way then that was how it was going to be played. 

He left the bedroom and, without another word, then left her suite.

She heard the front door close. Well, she guessed, he wasn't going to easily cave which was fine by her since she had at least two more days to successfully get what she truly wanted. So, she showered away the remnants of blood from her body and hair then dressed for the break of dawn. 

Paulie returned before dawn and asked Vivian how her evening went.

Vivian simply answered that it hadn't gone entirely as well as thought but there was no doubt she would have things go her way before they left. 

She retired to her coffin, anticipated dusk so she could continue on the path that would definitely lead her Mr. Dandridge right where she wanted him, between her legs. Oh, she knew she would have him. Not even Mr. Dandridge could hold out when it came to her though she had a hell of a time holding out.



In the Hands of Vampires Ch. 03



Dusk filled the horizon and throughout that explosion fated casino every suite was awoken by the sounds of vampires rising. 

Vivian woke, she was ready to begin her evening of breaking down her Mr. Dandridge or perhaps it would be she who was broken. 

She dressed her best which was always; a black off the shoulder figure fitted satin dress with red lace appliques. What was beneath that tight dress was the real stunner and she determined at some point she would eventually have that dress removed. She snugly encased her figure within a curve enhancing black satin corset trimmed in red lace along hem of the heart shaped bust. 

With Pauly's help her hair was stylishly molded into that 40s inspiration. The length of her hair was draped over the right shoulder, held in place by a ruby studded barrette tucked securely to the right of the nap of her neck. Her makeup was done to perfection, her full lips coated in the sleek shine of a brilliant ruby red. On her feet she wore one of her more stunning Mary Jane six inch heels, rich black suede with blood red rubies clustered about the semi rounded toes. The final touch was her black satin opera styled gloves that reached just to the edge of the dress sleeves. 

Yes, Vivian Addams was dressed to kill and left her suite on the hunt for her Mr. Dandridge. 

That evening was called 'public dining' in the club lounge of the casino and resort. 

Once in the lobby she strutted her fabulous curves with Pauly anxious to begin another attack on the slots machines. Inside the casino, she handed another wad of cash to Pauly then leaned and pressed a kiss against his cheek then sang, "Have a blast, doll." She gave him a quick pat on the cheek. 

She strolled towards the club lounge with her chin held high. At the entrance she was handed an actual menu which made her giggle. She was escorted by him or her on the roller skates. 

"A booth." she stated to the long haired lovely but confusing black vampire who did a graceful spin as he or she gave a nod. 

She was brought to a crescent shaped booth where she scooted behind the table and checked out the menu. There were so many young men and woman to choose. "You know," she looked to roller skating creature then lifted the menu and tapped a photo of a young man with black hair and brown eyes, "He'll do just fine." 

She watched the apparent mute nod then spin and roll away. She lifted her purse and removed a silver cigarette case and lighter. Between her lips she tucked the cigarette then lit it up and sucked. Yep, an expert sucker, that she was.

She leaned back against the leather upholstered booth seat and eyed all the other vampires who were ordering or waiting for their meals. It was strange to pick your items, she thought, where was the fun? 

Well, she wasn't going to go diving fangs first into din-din. No, she was going to play with her food first then savor him little by little. Yep, she had grown to favor men with black hair and brown eyes but they never once fulfilled her main appetite which Mr. Dandridge was the sole item on that particular mental menu. 

Oh, she could have had her desired full flavored Mr. Dandridge the night before but there was no fun in giving in. She noted in thought, Mommy always said you had to make a man work for your affections. Well, she was determined to make him work for hers and he would likely do the same in return. It was all in fun of the game of cat and mouse though it was more like two vicious cats clawing at one another. 

Her young morsel was delivered and she eyed the young man for all he was worth. She determined, he was mostly to play with then suck. She reached her hand up to the nicely dressed man in his ripe twenties. "Hello, doll," she sang with her sultry pucker, "I'm Vivian and what's your name?" 

The young man took her hand and leaned down kissed the back of her gloved hand as he looked into her hypnotic crystal blue eyes. He sang, "Brandon, Miss Vivian." There was a hint of a southern drawl.

"Please, have a seat, Brandon." she offered, kept her eyes locked with his. 

Young Brandon slid onto the booth then nudged against her. 

She brought her arm over his shoulders then touched the side of his youthful face with her gloved hand. She inhaled his young scent then seductively praised, "You are positively delectable, doll." she then sang, "I adore your accent" then she hummed, "Hmm, a southern gentleman." 

She traced her satin fingertips along the shape of his jaw and stated, "I always love me some good old southern cuisine." She listened to him softly laugh. 

She took a suck from her cigarette then blew the smoke passed her puckered lips and into his face. With her eyes burned deep into his, she asked, "Would you care to escort me onto the dance floor, hmm?" She smiled her puckered lips then slid her arm from around his shoulders. 

Brandon agreed, slid out from the booth then offered his hand. 

She slipped her hand into his then slid her rear along the seat, rose up then sang, "Lead the way, doll." 

As Brandon held her hand and escorted her towards the dance floor, she couldn't help but take a gander at his little rear. Nope, she thought, not close to the rear she adored but good enough to start off the evening with. 

On the dance floor Brandon turned and brought his arms around Vivian's cinched waist then pressed against her. 

Vivian continued to hold the cigarette tucked between her fingers with that hand rested against the young man's subtly muscular shoulder as her other arm was around his neck. Her eyes held his, he obviously under her spell. His body moved sexually against hers with his hands eagerly molded over the outer roundness of her rear. 

She slowly turned around, his hands slid and pressed against the curve of her hips. Her hips moved with sly motions and caressed her rear back against him. She felt the heat of his lips graze along the bared curve of her left shoulder. She smirked her pucker tensed, felt his eager hands slide upward and move against her abundant breasts. 

Well, she mused in thought, she had herself a frisky one. She couldn't blame the young man for having the desire to get his hands on her for she was the perfect embodiment of vintage beauty. 

She lifted her arm and slowly turned, her eyes again locked with his. She felt her eyes distort into their lovely silvery tone. Her arms lowered then her satin covered hands moved to the sides of his young face and slid down to the collar of his shirt. Her hands gripped and with a jerk, she exposed his semi hairy chest which caused her to somewhat frown with disappointment. She sighed, "Oh, well." Then without hesitation, she simply tore into the side of his neck. 

Apparently Vivian wasn't the only one dining. Beneath the music came sounds of others ripping into their meals. 

She sucked and sucked with her arms tightly wrapped around him and the moment his knees buckled she simply let him hit the floor. 

She hummed with satisfaction, a slight trickle of blood at the corner of her lips. She took a good suck from the cigarette then tossed it down atop the young man's chest. She lifted her foot then snuffed the cigarette out with the sole of Mary Jane. 

"Thanks for the dance, doll." she sarcastically thanked the dead young man then playfully blew him a kiss. She giggled then turned around and witnessed quite a few bodies hitting the floor. 

She stepped forward, stepped over a few bodies, then sauntered through the crowd of feasting vampires. What a sight, she awed in though, vampires feeding amongst one another. It was something surely odd but exciting. Oh, she paused, her silvery eyes spotted someone who apparently was greedy with his menu and chose two items. 

She did a quick adjustment of her breasts then smoothed her hands down her curves. Forward she cockily sashayed right into Mr. Dandridge's direction.

Mr. Dandridge sat in his VIP booth with his mouth latched against the side of one of two chosen items, the other item sat to his left apparently oblivious to the goings on. He pulled back with a pleased gasp. He turned, prepared to do the same to the other young woman when a familiar voice interrupted.

Vivian's voice sarcastically quipped, "Well, I wasn't informed there was a two for one." 

His lips smirked then eyes shifted followed by his head. He greeted, "Hello, Vivian." He praised with thought, as always she was stunning in her vintage styling then he smugly stated, "Well, I am VIP and so, yes, I get two for one." 

His head turned, he focused on the young woman as he spoke to Vivian, "And if you don't mind." He cunningly smiled, the young woman looked him in the eyes. 

Vivian eagerly sang, "I don't mind if I do." 

His eyes frowned. 

Vivian scooted behind the table and bumped into the young blonde. 

He shifted then leaned back with a little frustrated pucker across his lips.

Vivian looked to the tacky blonde then to Mr. Dandridge. She was confused. Why was it that she had a hard time picking men because they always had to have black hair and brown eyes when he surely chose blonde after blonde? 

She commented on his taste, "I question your taste, Mr. Dandridge." Reluctantly she watched the young woman begin to make advances on him. It was apparent, she noted, the dumb blonde was oblivious to the slumped dead girl to Mr. Dandridge's right. Her eyebrow lifted, the eager young woman massaged her hand against Mr. Dandridge's expensive shirt. 

He quickly countered, "No one asked you to question anything, Vivian." he paid no attention to the young woman, then bitterly said, "And I especially hadn't asked your opinion on my tastes."

Speedily she counted back in question, "Since when do I need to be asked for my opinion, huh?" She grimaced, found the woman a tad too touchy. 

She looked to Mr. Dandridge who stared forward then quickly announced, "She's about to get to second base with your cute ass, Mr. Dandridge." She pointed out the fact the young woman's hand that eagerly unbuttoned a few of his buttons and was in the process of slipping a hand inside his shirt.

Refusing to look at Vivian, he stated, "None of your business, Vivian." 

With a shrug of her shoulders, Vivian quipped, "Okay, well." she pressed her lips together then said, "I'll leave you with the base stealer." 

She scooted out from behind the booth then sang, "Enjoy your second course." She giggled then sashayed away, made her sashay purposeful to emphasize her lovely rear. She strutted back into the somewhat crowded dance floor.

Mr. Dandridge shook his head, his eyes were consumed by Vivian's obviously stunning derriere. He huffed then his eyes frowned and shifted down. 

The blonde sure got touchy. 

His eyes rolled with annoyance. Swiftly he snatched the back of the woman's hair, jerked her head back, then tore into the side of her neck. 

He pulled back with a low gasp then licked the bloody remnants from his lips. His red eyes peered through the dance bodies and with a slight tilt of his head he focused on Vivian who had made herself quite welcome and comfortable with their dancing peers. 

Yes, he had his own agenda that concerned the feisty vampire vixen. He knew she hadn't come all that way across so many states to leave empty handed. He understood that her intentions were to leave with the taste of him in her mouth. 

A figure draped in red blocked his visual. His eyes shifted upward and looked to his sister's smug face. They shared many features from the deep set and large brown eyes, full lips, European toned skin, and richly black hair but most of all, the same greed. 

"Yes?" he spoke up.

Regine stood before her brother with her hands rested against her hips, "Have you had your fill, dear Brother?" she asked, glanced at the two blonde corpses then commented, "Again, blondes." Her lighter shaded brown eyes curiously frowned.

"Yes." Mr. Dandridge simply answered with a hiss.

"Why is it you feed on blondes." she shifted to the side and looked to her brother's other obvious taste for the infamous Vivian Addams, "Yet, your taste is questionable when it comes to that." She gestured towards Vivian with the roll of her eyes. Her eyes again looked down at her brother.

He again spoke up, "Sometimes, Sister." he then shoved the blonde corpse at his right to the floor beneath the table and worked his way out from the booth. He commented, "I swear I hear the distinct song of jealousy coming from your mouth." he rose up then slipped off his blazer, "Especially when it comes to who you refer to as that." He neatly folded the blazer and set it atop the table.

Regine laughed, "Me, jealous of her?" her laughter ceased as her face grew solemn with seriousness, "I have only confusion why you saw that she was even fit for the gift when you clearly knew how all of us despised her and her so called profession."

He took a step forward, aimed his red eyes into Regine's, "Try as you might to deter me from suspecting your jealousy," he commented with his smug tone, "But I have had that suspicion from the very beginning." he slung further his observation, "I believe it bothers you that I came to your so called vampire gathering to not admire your talents but in my own desire to see Vivian who I deem the true embodiment of a mistress vampire." he slightly grimaced as he quickly eyed his sister, "Honestly, what angers you the most, that I gifted Vivian or I gifted Vivian at her own free will?" 

His bitter statement given, he took a step to the side and moved towards the crowded dance floor, tired of his sister.

Regine fumed at her brother's accusations. Her eyes were swallowed by her signature yellowed tones rimmed in violent red. She knew her brother's true reasons for gifting Vivian Addams and it had to do with a certain portrait she watched plague him for centuries. She knew the pain staking efforts he made to mold Vivian into what she had become, decades of molding the bitch into his ideal perfect mistress vampire. 

Again, just as that damned portrait, her brother now was obsessed but obsessed with the embodiment of that portrait, Vivian Addams. Though she knew he would never see it himself, his obsession grew twenty-two years prior with his first meeting with the seventeen year old Vivian Addams. She understood and despised what weakness he displayed over the likes of Black No. 1 dyed hair that hung long down to a curvy backside. 

She grumbled then turned to prepare for that evening's performance amongst her admirers. 

Vivian had no intentions on leaving the club lounge without making her superior presence known but known to a particular vampire. 

She loved to dance, enjoyed to move her lustrous curves to seductive melodies. Music was always an excellent way to prominently display all her physical attributes. She had no care if she danced with herself or anyone else. Who else could keep up with her sexually enhanced dance moves but her. 

Her curvy hips slowly cocked from side to side as her shoulders moved with an equally slow shimmy. She sensually moved her hands over her very best attributes, her rear, hips, and tits. She rotated her hips as she slowly turning, her eyes were closed as she focused on her suggestive dance. Yet, she wished she would've gotten into some belly dancing training to combine it with her love of burlesque. 

Her brows frowned with her eyes still closed, felt very familiar smooth hands rest against the outward curve of her hips. Her lips created their sultry pucker, felt those familiar hands slide forward over against the narrowness of her cinched waist. 

She sang, "Well, hello, Mr. Dandridge."

Yes, he couldn't resist upon seeing Vivian alone with her sexually enhanced movements. His hands gathered at the base of her abdomen then nudged her back against him. 

She turned her head, opened her eyes then batted them as she looked at him. She snidely commented, "So, I take it you finished with your blonde appetizers." 

She lifted her arm and brought her hand back against the side of his face then accused, "Now you want the main course and dessert combined in one convenient package."

"As they say," Mr. Dandridge spoke with his smooth tone as his lips formed into that sly slanted grin, "We vampires always have an insatiable appetite."

She giggled, "Oh, so true, Mr. Dandridge." 

She slid her hand from his face then turned and faced him with his hands delivered down against her rear. Her arms lifted and moved around his neck. Her hands stroked against the silkiness of his ebony waves. Suggestively she inquired, "Do you assume that I could satisfy your insatiable appetite?" she grazed the side of her face against his then brought her softly puckered lips to his ear then confidently stated, "I know you could satisfy mine." 

He slightly turned his head, brushed his lips along the curve of her milky neck then paused at her ear dangled with a teardrop ruby studded earring then, with equal confidence said, "Oh, I don't assume, I know." his lips motioned against her ear, "And there is not a single doubt in my mind that I could satisfy yours, Vivian." 

She pressed herself against him and suggested, "Why don't we just put an end to our little back and forth game," her fingers combed into his hair, "And let's just get to the finale where we both win and satisfy our appetites, hmm." 

Her head leaned back and eyes looked into his then confessed, "I'm positively famished." she then firmly stated, "And I know you are." She swiftly crushed her lips again his.

The game was played and it was time for both Mr. Dandridge and Vivian to come out victors.

The elevator doors slid open. Inside a vampire couple startled the moment Mr. Dandridge stumbled backwards into the elevator with Vivian holding firm the sides of his face, their lips locked. 

The vampires were wide eyed as they watched Mr. Dandridge be slammed back against the adjacent elevator wall. They quickly scrambled out of the elevator. 

The elevator doors slowly closed. 

Vivian couldn't get enough of Mr. Dandridge's damned lips. She devoured his lips with all that pent up sexual tension their little squabbles built and built, along with her having been nearly a year without his lips. 

Her hands gripped the collar of his shirt and with a swift powerful jerk each of those expensive buttons were snapped and sent flying in all directions, ticked against the floor and walls within the elevator. She persistently purred and hummed as she eagerly pressed her silken gloved hands against his exposed chest. 

His hands grabbed the sides of Vivian's face then forced her lips from his and quickly he asked, "My suite or yours?" He saw the fiery lust burn within her silvery and blood red fractured eyes.

Her answer quick, "I don't give a fuck." Again she crushed her lips aggressively against his. 

He struggled within her aggression while leaning then reached for the panel inside the elevator. His thumb struck against the thirteenth floor button. 

The elevator started to rise as Vivian started to go down. 

His eyes slightly rolled as his head titled back in response of her lips eagerly suckling a trail down the front of his throat with light scrapes from the tips of her fangs. "Hmm, Vivian." he sighed in praised with a broad intoxicated smirk. He indulged in the sensations from her tasting tongue and suckling lips as she continued the trail further down the center of his chest nearing his abdomen. His eyes shifted and looked to the elevator floor counter. 

He again leaned then slammed his fist against the elevator's red stop button. He had an emergency which was to allow Vivian to continue the downward direction she was headed. 

He refocused, felt her silk covered fingers make swift work of his belt. He lightly laughed as he firmly gripped the chrome bar that lined the wall then sang, "Oh, Vivian!" 




In the Hands of Vampires Ch. 03



Inside the front office, Louie sat with his feet propped up on the desk while enjoying a little recreational rolled joint. He choked the moment he noticed the flashing red light indicating the elevator had stopped between floors seven and eight. His eyes frowned as he took another stiff drag. His legs dropped down as he held the pot smoke inside his chest. 

"What the...?" he mumbled then shifted on the wheeled chair and looked to the black and white monitor. 

Again he choked, discovered exactly why the elevator stopped. "Holy shit," he said with a strain then released the smoke, "BOZ!" he yelled then took another long drag, held the smoke and tried to yell, "Dude, you gotta see this! We got vampire porn on the elevator security camera!" He belted out a loud smoky chuckle. 

Boz stepped into the office, immediately started fanning his hand to drive away the thick pot smoke. "What?" he asked then looked to the monitor, his eyes darted wide, "Wait is that...?"

Louie again laughed, "Yeah, dude, it sure is!" he pointed at the screen, "And that's that Vivian chick!" he bellowed another pot smoke filled laugh, "The elevator was going up but she went down!"

Boz grimaced in response to crude Louie's outburst. He shook his head then stepped up to the monitoring system. He steered his eyes from the blatant sexual antics between his mistress's brother the Master Vampire Jerry Dandridge and Mistress Vivian. 

He pressed the intercom button that was connected to the elevator. "Um," he stammered a bit while Louie continued to laugh, "Is there a problem with the elevator?" He knew why the elevator was stopped.

Mr. Dandridge's eyes snapped open then looked to the corner of the ceiling and saw the security camera. "Vivian." he managed to speak her name followed by a pleased groan, "Vivian, were on camera." His eyes again fluttered and rolled, his hands tightly gripped the chrome bar. Oh, he didn't care and in no way wanted her to stop, he groaned, "Oh, to hell with it." His eyes closed with focus, brows tensed and defined those prominent lines. 

Boz shook his head then swiftly turned off the monitor.

Louie quickly protested, "Dude, I was watching that!" 

Boz turned, again grimaced at the annoying werewolf then grumbled, "Occupy your time by doing your damned job, Louie." then he announced, "Now I have to explain to guests that the elevator is temporarily out of order."

With another loud laugh, Louie quipped, "Sure is." He watched Boz storm out of the office then chuckled. He reached then turned on the monitor and leaned back. Again he brought his boots atop the desk then finished his joint and the show. 

Louie commented to himself, "This is some shit, dude!" 

Mr. Dandridge kept focused as his mind praised the glory that was Vivian's talented mouth. Yes, he agreed with further praise, she definitely was an expert sucker. 

One hand released the chrome bar, down against her motioning head it rested. He head dropped forward, his brow further tensed but across his lips was a pleased grin. The manner she used her entire mouth including the prick of her fangs, he delighted that there was not another from his past he could praise as he did her. Every firm grip of her lips was brilliant. The very firm press of her tongue heavenly. And every damned powerful suck a blessing. His body was unable to stop from responding, her mouthy actions encouraged his hips.

His head leaned back. His hand left her head and again gripped the bar. He felt the vibration of her eager purr which triggered that long awaited satisfaction she so wonderfully gave. With a strained loud groan his body trembled as the pleasure ripped from her expertly sucking mouth and outward over his entire immortal being. 

A dazed grin formed over his lips as his body relaxed against the gentle fade of that surmountable pleasure. His head lowered and eyes opened then followed as she slinked her way back onto her six inch heels. He laughed with a slight huff and again pleasingly praised her in thought, brilliant. 

Vivian puckered a prideful smirk then removed a tube of lipstick from her clutch purse and reapplied a fresh coat of red over her full lips. She rubbed her lips together with her left brow lifted, studied the satisfaction over Mr. Dandridge's very expressive features. She smugly chimed, "Said I was an expert at sucking." 

She tucked the lipstick back into her purse then leaned and released the elevator from its locked position. 

"Oh, undoubtedly." Mr. Dandridge slyly agreed while redoing the buckle to his belt then announced, "And I believe others now know that undoubted fact." He nodded with a gesture to the security camera.

Her head turned, glanced at the camera then again looked to his glorious brown eyes. She proudly stated, "Probably the best show they've ever seen and will ever see." She not at all ashamed having provided some indecent entertainment for whoever was getting an eyeful of her expertise at sucking. 

Eagerly he stated the truth, "You never cease to amaze me, Vivian." Then he reached and snatched her by the back of the neck, jerked her forward against him and crushed his lips against hers. 

The elevator doors came open the moment the elevator stopped at the tenth floor. 

Eric Vargo skidded to stop before stepping into the elevator. His eyes narrowed, saw the bitch who bit off his fingertip as she was aggressively lip locked with his maker's brother. His lips snarled with a grimace. 

Vivian pulled her lips from Mr. Dandridge's and looked to Eric with a bitchy smug grin. 

The doors slowly closed as Eric crossed his arms over his chest and just before they completely closed, Vivian lifted her hand and flipped him off. 

"I'll just wait, I guess." Eric grumbled then rolled his eyes, "Bitch." 

Vivian laughed then returned her attention to those marvelous lips she would always admire and lust for. She slapped her gloved hands against the side of Mr. Dandridge's face then with a sexually overloaded hum her lips again devoured his. She firmly pressed against him as his wandering hands eagerly gripped two lush handfuls of her snugly encased rear. 

She pulled back the moment the elevator chimed the thirteenth floor then the doors slid open. Quickly she informed him, "If Sasquatch dares interrupt us again, I'll rip his balls off." Her eyes burned into his for a moment, loved the image of that bitter but beautiful red that inflamed his eyes. 

He immediately replied,"Oh, don't worry." he then confessed, "I anticipated this and Billy was informed not to return to the suite until dawn." 

He shifted and stepped to the open elevator doors as he held tight her gloved hand then led her down the corridor as he dug the room key from his blazer pocket. He stated, "We have the suite all to ourselves." 

Vivian chuckled as they reached the suite.

Mr. Dandridge swiftly unlocked the door then shoved it open. 

Vivian laughed loudly the moment Mr. Dandridge jerked her through the open doorway.

The door was swiftly slammed closed. 

She stumbled passed him then spun around and faced him. 

He stripped himself of his blazer and dropped it to the floor followed by the ruined button down. 

Her lips puckered with a sly lift at the corners, her left brow perked. The intensity about his expression, within his red eyes and across his slanted grin was beyond heavenly to her. She started to tug off one glove as she stepped backwards with him stepping forward. One glove off then the other was tugged off and both were left on the corridor floor. 

Slyly she chimed, "So, Mr. Dandridge," she continued to step backwards, reached to the back of her tight fitted dress and slowly guided down the zipper then asked, "Would you possibly like to see what's under this dress, hmm?" 

She spun on her heels just before the steps that led down into the sunken living area. She peaked over shoulder with a glimpse of the corset shown through the unzipped back of her dress. She stood with her hip cocked in that classic curvy pose and eyed him over her shoulder, she asked, "Well, you interested or not?" She watched his brows do that cunning lift as his head was lowered at the chin. 

That grin across his lips said it all then he gave the answer with just the nod of his head. "Okay, I'll show you." she stated then stepped down the couple steps and moved before the soft. 

She turned as he stepped down into the sunken living area then encouraged, "Have a seat and I'll show you everything under all this." she teased while firmly guiding her hands down over her sensual curves. 

Her eyes followed him. 

He stepped down the step then moved before the sofa. He slowly sat down, relaxed back against the sofa then brought his bare arms over the top. 

She stepped before him then slowly turned around as the perfect burlesque melody developed in her head. Her hips coyly cocked from side to side as she slowly gathered the length of her rich black hair over her right shoulder then teasingly she guided one cap sleeve down as her arm moved up and through. She brought the freed arm forward hugged against her ample breasts then worked the other arm free. 

She looked over her shoulder at him with her lips sultrily puckered. Her large silvery eyes flashed him a wink. Again she looked forward, brought both hands against her breasts then slowly guided the dress as her hips cocked side to side, slowly she bent at the waist. The dress dropped bundled around her ankles. 

Mr. Dandridge's eyes took their time to eye her lovely rounded rear with her milky flesh almost glowing against the deep black silk panties trimmed with nearly blood red lace. His crooked smirk broadened. Closely he watched as she lifted one foot from the bundled satin and lace dress then kicked it aside. His thoughts praised, she was so talented with her burlesque fashioned striptease. The night he gifted her remembered and then she eagerly shared her talent. 

She turned to the side with her lovely large eyes focused with his. 

He adored that tense pucker across her bright red lips with just a slight cunning lift at the corners. His eyes shifted then looked to her hands and closely watched as they slid upward over the snug fitted black satin and red lace trimmed corset. His eyes focused as her lengthy red tipped fingers began to slowly undo each tiny black hook and eye. One by one those clasps were unhooked and bit by bit he was shown a glimpse of the milky fullness of her remarkable breasts. Though he had the honor of seeing those breasts before, he couldn't help but anticipate their glorious reveal.

The final hook and eye clasp was unhooked, Vivian stood firm and kept the corset closed. She coyly asked, "Would you like to see what's underneath, Mr. Dandridge?" she watched his eyes shift upward then lock with hers and again she asked, "Do you?" Her fingers anxiously tucked beneath the undone center seam of the corset, waited for his answer.

His lips formed their intrigued pucker as he slyly licked the very tip of his tongue against the front of his teeth. "Please." he cunningly answered her coy question.

"Since you said please." she said then shifted and faced him. Swiftly she exposed her breasts before his anticipating eyes. The corset dropped to the floor then she stepped forward and brought her strapped heels to either side of his crossed ankles. She pressed her hands against her abdomen lightly grazing the length of her nail tips. 

That infamous question was asked, "So, Mr. Dandridge, what's on your mind, hmm?" She anticipated his equally infamous answer. 

"Oh, Vivian," he sang, took a slow study of her amazing breasts, "What's not?" His eyes lifted and burned into hers.

"Hmm," she hummed then rubbed her lips together and praised, "Good answer." 

She lifted her leg and brought her right knee against the sofa cushion followed by the other. Slyly she lowered and straddled his thighs. She leaned forward, pressed her hands firmly against his bare chest then slid them upward and molded her fingers over his shoulders. 

Her eyes held his, felt his hands rest against her knees then slide firmly up the curvy shape of her black stocking covered thighs. Her hands moved to the sides of his neck as she watched closely his eyes shift downward to further admire her impressive rack. 

His fingertips traced along the taut garter straps then tucked under the elastic and with a swift twist the garter belts' clasps were undone. 

She leaned forward with her hands gathered at the nap of his neck then her fingers buried into the thick blackness of his hair. 

Their eyes again locked.

Vivian teasingly then slowly brought her lips lightly against his and suckled his full bottom lip. She softly purred, felt the motion of his lips against hers. His lips would always be divine to her, their full and slanted shape with those lovely defining lines etched at the corners. She purred louder, felt his hands move over the outward roundness of her rear then tuck their fingers beneath the red lace trim of her black panties. She felt the enticing brush of his fangs as their kiss intensified, felt the press of her own fangs lightly graze against his lips. Her breasts firmly pressed against his chest as his hands moved further down and gripped firmly the soft and fleshy underside of her impeccable rear then he firmly nudged her to straddle him higher. Her lips buried deeper against his. 

Her hands left the thickness of his hair and gripped the back of the sofa for leverage. Her hips instinctively motioned with excitement as his hands firmly nudged her to straddle higher. 

Suddenly a pounding sounded against the suite's door. 

Vivian loudly growled with pure frustration, sensed that again her long awaited moment might come to an end. She jerked back and shouted with a low grumble, "What the fuck?!" her hands firmly planted on her hips then she commented, "Oh this shit is getting damned old!" 

She swiftly got off him then ranted, "It's as if something is screwing with me!" She tossed her arms in the air then crossed them tightly over her neglected breasts.

Mr. Dandridge huffed with frustration, dropped his head back against the sofa. 

Again the suite door was pounded against followed by Mr. Dandridge's name being angrily shouted by the familiar voice of Regine's. 

His head turned and looked to Vivian who sat and pouted with frustration and overloaded with unreleased sex. 

He quickly rose up then snatched her by the hand and jerked her up off the sofa. He quickly asked, "You said you're right below, correct?" He led her towards the closed balcony doors.

"Ah, yeah," she answered, heard the persistent beating on the door and his name being just as persistently shouted.

"We're going to your suite." he said, fed up with the interruptions as well. 

He snatched balcony door handle and slid it open with a jerk. He tugged her out onto the balcony dressed only her panties, undone garters, stockings, and heels. 

At the balcony guard rail he pulled her before him then lifted her at the waist atop the narrow rail. He rose up onto the rail with ease then glanced down and saw her suite's balcony directly below. He looked to her and said, "Ladies first." 

She puckered her lips and planted her hands on her hips then commented, "Figures." She shook her head then took a step off the rail and dropped effortlessly down to the rail below and balanced on the toes of her heels. She jumped off and landed on her balcony. 

Within seconds he was right beside her. 

"What lengths we gotta go through." she grumbled then moved for the closed balcony sliding glass door of her suite. She snatched the handle and with an effortless jerk slid the door open. 

Into the suite she stormed, still bitter about another interruption inconveniently provided likely by his damned sister. She heard the door slide closed then spun around but before she could even make another complaint she was swiftly lifted off her spiked heels and effortlessly tossed over his shoulder. 

Her lips smirked. She giggled as she was carried with ease towards the main bedroom of the suite. "This is more like it!" she praised, enjoyed his determination to continue where they left off. 

Her eyes shifted down then pleasingly eyed his fabulous rear and listened to the bedroom doors crash inward as she bounced a little by his determined wide strides. 

Swiftly she was flung off his shoulder and slammed down atop the bed, her amused laughter loud. She propped up on her elbows with a curious lift of her left brow. She witnessed that heavenly sex radiating from his lovely reddened eyes. 

Her lips tensed their puckered smirk the moment he made swift work of his belt. She slyly commented, "I don't even have to ask what's on your mind." She waited for the moment he lunged on top of her with that animalistic sex she missed and so admired. 

She gasped the moment he leaned forward, reached and snatched a grip of her garter belt. She flinched with surprise the moment the garter belt was literally tore from her waist being thrown over his shoulder. He repeated that aggression doing the same to her silk vintage panties. 

"Well," she stammered a bit but was delightfully pleased by his show of sexual aggression, "Hmm, now what?" she cunningly asked, "There's nothing to rip off me." 

She lay back the moment he crawled over her and anticipated the moment his eyes were above hers. Her eyes were wide as his wildly peered down into hers. 

His hand pressed against the side of her face with the fine tips of those lengthened fingernails pricked against her milky skin then slowly they dragged down and scraped lightly, sent sexual quivers rippled over her body. Down the side of her neck, over the curve of her collarbone, then over her plump breast those lengthened fingers molded. 

She purred passed her puckered lips, finally she could indulge in his long desired firm touch. 

He brought his lips against hers, she continued to purr in pure delight as he buried the tips of his nails into that soft flesh of her left breast which sent her eager body into a bout of wanting more. His left hand buried beneath her head, gripped a tight handful of her silken black hair then forced her head arched back. His lips shifted from hers, scraped the tips of his fangs down over the curve of her chin then eagerly suckled his lips against the front slope of her throat. 

Her body responded as he remembered, each arch of her back pressed her desiring breasts upward and buried her perfect rear into the bed. He tightened the grip of her hair and brought his lips against the side of her neck, teasingly scraped his fangs. His hand left her breast, curled his lengthy fingers under and slid his hand down over the curve of her ribs with her body continuously responding. His fingers uncurled, grazed those nail tips down over her abdomen, across her shifting hip, then swiftly moved between her eagerly anticipating milky thighs. His lips parted wide and without hesitation his bore his fangs deep into the side of her neck, she loudly growled with a tensed hiss. 

Her right arm flung upward and swiftly her hand grasped a tight grip of his ebony hair, prompted him to aggressively drive his fangs deeper which in turn prompted her to again growl a pleasure filled hiss. Her left hand gripped the bed linen tightly as her back instinctively arched and pressed her breasts against him. Her hips motioned in sync to the heavenly motion of his hand strategically positioned between her tensed thighs. She loudly groaned as she clenched her fangs. Her eyes wide as her mind and body focused on his expert actions. 

The pain of his merciless fanged bite combined with the sensations he delivered between her thighs was pure ecstasy. There was no other creature that could work her body into such a heightened state of ecstasy. No mortal or other immortal could never compare to him. And for her, it seemed it was that way before she finally came face to face with him nearly a year ago and would remain that way, she predicted, for her entire eternity. 




In the Hands of Vampires Ch. 03



He drew back with a gasp and tremble, there was no blood like Vivian's. For all those years, those three arranged meetings and one unexpected meeting that she would never remember, her blood gradually developed more and more sinful which gave her blood that unique richness. 

He grazed his blood stained lips up the slope of her neck then delivered them firmly against hers. Her every sexual purr felt against his lips as her body continued to writhe sexually beneath and against his. He indulged in the fact that only he could satisfy that animalistic sexual nature that was always burned inside her which was a fact he instilled in her since the beginning. That meeting permanently instilled in him as the only victor to conquer her. 

His hand slid back up over her abdomen, listened and felt her trembled whine of protest. He scraped his nails against her hip then tucked his full hand beneath her buried rear and gripped her soft flesh firmly. Instinctively her hips pressed upward, granted his hand access to bury deeper to grip under her curvy thigh. 

From her lips he kissed, again found the front slope of her neck. Further down he maneuvered then swiftly bore into the soft inner flesh of her right breast. 

Loudly she growled, the pain of his bite into her breast sent her body into a further frenzy. Both hands snatched hold of his hair as he withdrew his fangs with that slow precision. She felt the distinct sensation of those fangs retreat then hissed the moment he lathered his tongue over the fresh punctures.

Lower he moved, immortal bloodied kisses smeared against her milky flesh. Down and down he slithered, felt each of her sexual motion against his suckling lips. The lower he moved, her unique sexual scent intensified. How he loved her unique aroma of arousal and anticipated the taste. 

His lips neared her shifting hips. His arms tucked under her bent legs, hands firmly gripped the fullness of her rear. 

Her eyes widely snapped open the very moment she felt her obsession, his lips explore between her thighs. A snarled grin formed over her lips, felt chilled moisture of his immortal tongue explore the depths between her legs. Her hips eased into a perfect rhythm to each lick of his tongue and suckle of his fabulous lips. She loudly purred with an animalistic tremble as her eyes widely focused on the ceiling above. She felt his mouth withdraw from her starved center and gave a whine of protest.

A sudden pleasurable pain ripped into the highest inner depth of her thigh. She loudly screeched followed by an intense growl. 

Her back arched the moment she again felt his tongue again torment her center. Again her lips formed a pleased grin with that soft pucker of approval. Her eyes closed, mind and body focused on every miraculous motion of his tongue and those delectable lips. Her hands released his hand and slapped against her thighs as her legs spread wider in desire for more.

He ceased, tasted her sexual flavor then swiftly positioned his body between her willing thighs. 

Her legs lifted and swiftly locked around his waist at the ankles. 

There was no other he shared such intimate and sexual pleasures within that nearly a year of separation from her, especially another vampire. He constantly and oddly craved her and her sexually overloaded nature since the very first evening when he brought her body beautifully into depths of overflowing pleasure, the very first evening of 1961. She would never know that her desires for only him were instilled that very evening but he would always fondly remember. And so, again he enacted those actions that sent her body into a brilliant sexual frenzy.

His lips again shifted from hers as he kept a firm handful of her hair then swiftly penetrated his fangs into the un-bitten side of her neck. Again she writhed beneath him and he listened to her loudly hiss with a squeal of pain and pleasure. His body deeply thrust between her locked thighs while purposefully he drove his fangs deeper. 

There was nothing sweeter than her hisses, growls, and squeals vocalizing his expertise of delivering her unimaginable pleasures over every inch of her glorious body. Her every physical response delivered him pleasure along with the rich and slow flow of her flavorful blood that strengthened his body as hers grew weaker. 

He swiftly drew back with a loud grumble and again his lips crushed against hers to again feel the vibrations of her sexually heightened purrs. His lips remained firm against hers while driving both of their immortalized bodies closer and closer to that long awaited fulfillment of pure animalistic ecstasy.

That was it, that was what she had wanted the last time she had it, him. She never knew satisfaction until that beautiful dark creature came into her life. It wasn't just his lips she had craved but his entire mind, body, and damned soul. 

Her left arm flung around his shoulders, swiftly she embedded her lengthened nails into the flesh of his back and felt and heard his loud growl in response to the sting. Her right hand tightened the grip of his hair to hold the depth of their nearly violent kiss locked. Her body was nearly uncontrollable in the manner it writhed beneath his, starved for that need only he could satisfy. Each of his powerful thrusts drove her closer and closer to finally being satisfied for the first time in nearly a year. She loudly snarled the moment his lips left hers then again his fangs drove into the side of her neck at the very precise moment her entire body was taken over by his damned brilliance. 

Her back arched. Her eyes snapped wide. From her clenched fangs she released an unharnessed squeal mingled with a lengthy hiss.

His mouth held their latch at the side of her neck as he continued to thrust. Her continuous squeals pushed him further. His fangs held their embrace within the depths of her flesh as thrust after thrust steadily drew him closer to a long await bout of undeniable release. 

His thrusts quickened to steer him closer as she released a scream of pure pleasure and felt her body suddenly jolt as another bout of intense pleasure was ignited through her body. His bite tensed, she again screamed, then his body was struck full throttle by such pleasure every muscle throughout tightened. He lowly grumbled in response to the intensity that ripped through him. 

It seemed forever before the pleasure faded his body into relaxing down against hers. His fangs slowly withdrew as he heard her softly whine with near emotion. He felt her arms move around him and hands gently rest against the back of his hair. 

She dazedly grinned then said his name with praise, "Oh, Mr. Dandridge."

His lips formed a satisfied grin then against her ear he softly whispered, "Vivian."

Her grin broadened.



In the Hands of Vampires Ch. 04



Author Note:

Apologies for the delay, my dolls and dollies! I've been a very busy bee, stinging every one and all! 

Here continues our lovely vampire booty calls with the infamous Mr. Dandridge and Vivian Addams.

I do hope you enjoy!

Loves

Viv

*****

Atlanta: Summer of 1983

Vegas was a hit for Vivian and determined she would again go to one of those screwed up vampire gathering if it meant she would again get her claws into Mr. Dandridge's devilish skin. She reluctantly said her farewells to her stunning maker. More so reluctant because she knew once she stepped back into her normal way of life, she would continuously long to again have that fine piece of undead man meat blissfully blow her vampire loving mind. 

So, months passed after the vampire Sin City booty call. Back into her real world she stepped amongst the southern streets of good old Atlanta where she again ruled the night. And inside that nagging desire for Mr. Dandridge clawed like a feral cat in heat. 

She managed to move passed her sole need to feed on those men who sported black locks and dark eyes, spread out the menu into the same sex as she. She needed something to occupy her desires though they were never as fulfilled as they were during that amazing night were Mr. Dandridge devoured her in more ways than one.

Her fortune with those property investments made her life quite comfortable. She finally purchased a decent home worthy of Vivian Addams. A sprawling beauty of a plantation house nestled in one of the outer Atlanta cities. A majestic structure, a beautiful Queen Ann Victorian with plenty of that vintage charm she loved which went perfectly with her vintage inspired appearance. Where it was located, simply perfect, a large vacant dead end on a dirt back road which meant Pauly needed to keep their recently purchased antique Rolls Royce spotless and cleaned of dust.

It was the typical southern summer which had no real effect on Vivian for she was unnaturally cold blooded being a gorgeous mistress vampire. Her purchased old school manor sat nestled beyond the southern traditional magnolia trees at the end of a quite lengthy driveway. She had spent most of her immortal life amongst the suburban and city life, so it was pleasant and private change. She still used one of the empty cotton factories she purchased as a place to discard the trash which meant every evening Pauly had to drive in an old beat up pickup truck to take out the trash in the further location near the metropolis. 

On one of those dazzling summer nights, Vivian decided to take it easy, just relax inside her lovely home. Upon dusk, she woke and leisurely devoured the life of a common homeless individual Pauly picked up that day with the offer of a good meal. She had no need to be too lavish with dining and simply plucked the life out of that poor soul. She guessed she did him a favor since it seemed he had no one who truly cared if he lived or died, including her.

Later that evening she decided to lounge about in her silken red robe and feather tufted slippers. She took a comfortable seat in the entertainment room as Pauly prepared to take the lengthy drive to take out the trash. 

She still had a taste for her old classic Hammer films. Though she knew vampires weren't anything as they were depicted in those films, there was still an enjoyment of lovely Christopher Lee's portrayal of the most famous vampire of all. Yet, for her, her famous vampire of all time was Mr. Dandridge. 

She even kept her framed Hammer film posters. No reason to discard art, she determined. 

Sorry, Mr. Lee, she apologized in thought, you've been replaced. 

She sat on the velvet upholstered sofa with her legs comfortably propped atop the matching ottoman. Beside her on the sofa was a lovely silver tray of ripened strawberry and in her hand a nice gin and tonic, no ice. She loved the use of a remote to control her console television, she even purchased one of those lovely video cassette players. Inside the VCR she had one of her very fondest Christopher Lee films, The House of Dracula. 

She sipped her gin and tonic then sucked a ripe strawberry. She heard Pauly fumbling about with the trash. Her thumb hit play on the VCR remote and the film started to play. 

"Viv?" Pauly spoke up as he stood in the large open doorway of the entertainment room.

"Hmm?" Vivian hummed with her large blue eyes focused on the television.

"I'm going now, Viv." Pauly announced then asked, "Is there anything you need before I leave?"

She lifted her hand and with a twist of her wrist gave Pauly a signal to leave and replied, "I'm good, Pauly."

"Okay, well," Pauly took a step back, "I'll be back in a couple hours."

"Okie dokie." she sang, unable to relieve her eyes of the gathering story on the television.

Pauly nodded then left to the back of the house.

Vivian continued to sit and watch the vampire romanticism play out. She heard Pauly leave. She not once got up from her comfortable spot on the sofa. She sipped her drink and sucked her strawberry. There were moments she giggled in response to the representation of what vampires looked like. Quite happy she was that vampires in no way looked as those old classic films portrayed. 

The film not quite halfway through, the house's old doorbell chimed.

Vivian's shoulders shrugged, Pauly wasn't home to answer the damned door. Her lips puckered with annoyance. She shook her head, no way was she going to get up off that sofa to answer the damned door. No, whoever it was, she determined, would just go back the way they came and leave her the hell alone. She wasn't in any mood to have some bible banger ringing the doorbell in hopes of saving her soul when it was already tagged for a one way ticket into hell. And, thankfully, the doorbell ceased its chiming.

She plucked another strawberry off the tray then tucked it between her lips, bit the very tip segment off and rolled it about her tongue as she sucked the juices. Her eyes widened as they focused on the continuance of Christopher Lee's determined pursuit. She pulled back the strawberry then brought the glass of gin and tonic to her lips and very slowly sipped. 

Her eyes slowly frowned then left brow lifted. There was a strange sense that she wasn't alone. Her eyes shifted one direction then the other. Slowly her lips made a curious pucker. 

Why did she have such an odd sense? 

She heard no one enter the house. Obviously Pauly wasn't back yet. Yet, she had a distinct feeling she was definitely not alone. 

She dropped the half sucked strawberry onto the tray then set the gin and tonic on the end table. Great, she thought, someone seriously decided to break into a vampire's lair. 

She slowly brought her feet down from the ottoman and paused the movie. She listened closely to the silence of the house, heard every little creak throughout with her keen vampire hearing. 

That sense grew, it was an instinct that said someone trespassed on her territory. There were times before she had that sense and knew another vampire had passed through her area. Vampires never shared territories, would cause too much of a hassle with two or more vampires dispatching victims. 

Yet, she thought, why in the hell would another vampire want to go trespassing in another vampire's actual home? 

It was fine if they wanted to pass through and grab a bite to eat but to actually step over the threshold of another vampire's lair. "Wait?" she whispered with a confused frown. Vampires couldn't enter without permission from the rightful owner which included another vampire's home. 

She sat there, tried to figure out why she developed that sense of another vampire. Her lips tensed as her mind tried to wrap around what the hell she was sensing. But it was there, that sense was there. 

Slowly she rose up onto her tufted slippers and loosely tied the belt of her silk robe. Her eyes shifted about the entertainment room which was dimly illuminated by the television. 

Had a vampire rang her doorbell? 

"Huh." she somewhat huffed and planted her hands on her hips. She decided that it had to have been a vampire because that's why she got such a vibe of another bloodsucker. They obviously left, she assumed. 

She shook her head, thought herself being ridiculous then returned seated on the sofa. Perhaps she was just wigging out because she was all alone in that big house. She chuckled, that was more ridiculous because she was a vampire. What was there to be afraid of?

The movie was continued as she again plucked another ripe strawberry.

Yet, Vivian wasn't alone, her senses read correctly. 

She being distracted by the movie, there came a drift of mist that moved through the open doorway of the entertainment room. Towards the sofa the mist drifted, seemingly with a mind of its own then gathered behind and formed behind the sofa.

Vivian again giggled at the horrible vampire display. Her eyes remained on the movie as her hand reached over the arm of the sofa to grab her glass of gin and tonic but her fingers felt no glass. Her head turned then eyes looked to discover her glass of gin and tonic vanished. Her eyes quickly frowned and thought, something weird sure in the hell was going on. She stared at the glass vacant table, knew damned well she set it there. 

She grumbled, "What the fuck?" 

"Looking for this?" a voice asked from directly from Vivian's right.

Vivian's head darted to her right, she nearly slammed against the arm of the sofa being startled. Her crystal blue eyes flinched wide then blinked. Then her eyes focused and watched the rim of the glass be brought to a very familiar set of full manly lips slyly formed into a beyond familiar slanted grin. 

With a gasp, she stammered, "What the...?" 

Mr. Dandridge took a sip of Vivian's gin and tonic as he sat relaxed beside her with his arm casually rested atop the back of the sofa and legs crossed at the ankles. "Hello, Vivian." he sang with a snide lift of his brows.

"What in the hell are you doing here?" she quickly asked then questioned, "And how are you even in my house?" Yes, it was more than great that he was there seated on her sofa but she was confused how he managed to trespass.

"Oh, I didn't tell you." he spoke up then explained, "Your maker is the only vampire who can enter your home." He took another sip of the gin and tonic.

She shook her head then said with surprise, "Um, no you never mentioned that."

"Sorry." he gave a simple apology though his grin was less than apologetic.

She sat up poised then planted her left hand on her hip and asked, "What are you doing here?"

He swallowed the liquor then stated, "I was passing through and thought, why not swing by and say hello."

Her lips puckered and eyes focused on him suspiciously then repeated his statement, "Just passing through." she then asked, "Why didn't you call first or something?"

"Why?" he nonchalantly asked then commented, "Why call when I could just surprise you." he continued to grin then chimed, "Surprise."

She somewhat rolled her eyes in response to his snide remarks then quickly snatched her drink out his hand and finished it off with a quick swallow. 

The glass was slammed down against the table then she again faced him. "Okay, you're here, trespassed into my home." she commented then asked, "What do you want, Mr. Dandridge?" She had a good idea the reason he made a supposedly impromptu stop at her residence.

His grin broadened as he slyly eyed her then replied, "I just figured since I was passing through I'd just simply stop by, that's all."

"Bull shit." she quickly remarked then gave him her point of view, "I believe you're here because of what happened in Vegas."

In response he coyly asked, "A vampires reunion?" 

Her pucker tensed in response to his coyness then said, "No," she shook her head then added, "Well, our reunion more like it, Mr. Dandridge. I think," she brought an elbow rested atop the sofa, "Actually, I know that you're here because you couldn't resist making a little repeat of Vegas inside my fabulously restored Queen Ann." 

"Yes." he somewhat agreed then stated, "I agree, the restoration was done beautifully. Excellent choice." 

His eyes glanced around the shadowed entertainment room then found the television screen with Christopher Lee's sprouted fangs and bloodshot eyes. His eyes frowned then shifted back to her. He pointed at the television and inquired, "You seriously still entertain yourself with that?" 

She hated how he was basically beating around the truthful bush concerning his visit. Her eyes glanced at the television. She snatched the remote then turned off the movie. With a hiss she confessed, "Yes." She then looked at him suspiciously with another lift of her brow.

He shook his head, found her expression amusing, then commented, "Vivian, I thought you would've grown out of such Gothic drivel."

"What?" she asked then stated, "Just because I happen to be and know the real thing doesn't mean I have to automatically disown the fabulous Christopher Lee or even Bella Lugosi. If it weren't for the likes of them, I would never have gotten so interested in vampires."

He knew her stated wasn't the truth. He knew the reason she became so interested in vampires was because of him. Yet, she didn't know he was the reason she became obsessed. 

He decided to take the conversation into a different direction and asked, "Oh, you find them fabulous, do you?"

She knew where he was headed then stated, "Yes, they are fabulous. Two of the greats when it came portraying Dracula. I find them very appealing." She gave him a puckered smirk.

He again shook his head and stated, "I'm disappointed."

"About what?" she quickly asked.

He slightly leaned closer to her, loved the sly expression within her crystal blue eyes. "Well because they're not the real thing." he stated then slyly added, "I would think you would have a greater appreciation for the real thing."

She leaned closer, her pucker firm and brow lifted, then commented, "Oh, don't worry," she made a quick scan of his stunning features highlighted by the glow of the television, "I do have a greater appreciation for the real thing." she leaned back then egotistically quipped, "Me."

He couldn't help but gave a little chuckle in response to her ego then praised, "Well, said."

"Hmm, you know it." she smugly agreed then leaned back further against the arm of the sofa then asked, "So, is your house pet outside waiting on you?" she then commented, "I'm sure you'll have to skedaddle soon."

"Nope." he answered, somewhat laughed at her commented towards Billy, then explained, "Billy's at the hotel. I arrived here by my own means."

"Hotel?" she commented with question, found it ridiculous, "You're staying at a hotel?"

He replied, "Well, I can't very have my coffin sitting in the back of the Jeep, now can I?"

"Seriously, you should've called, Mr. Dandridge." she spoke then stated, "I would've gladly put you up for the day. I've got plenty room and a large yard to cater to your guard dog."

He again chuckled at her constant insults towards Billy then sarcastically commented, "Oh, I'm sure Billy would've loved that."

"Yes, I'm sure." she commented with a roll of her eyes. 

She eyed him as she slid her legs from the ottoman. She asked, "So, would you care for a tour of my totally restored Queen Ann?" There was plenty more suggested within her tone.

"Why yes." he agreed then added, "I would love to see more."

"Okay!" she sang then rose up off the sofa. 

She planted her hands on her hips as he remained seated with his lovely large browns taking a nice long scan of her standing form. Again her lips did their puckered grin, "Well," she spoke up as his eyes finished scanning upward and finally looked into hers, "You wanna see more or not?" She watched his lips again form that stunning slanted grin.

"Oh, the house." he coyly said though the slyness across his lips said otherwise.

"Well, my name sure in hell isn't Queen Ann." she quipped back at him. She lifted her right hand off her hip then coiled her finger summoning him up off the sofa.

His brows lifted as that grin remained firmly etched across his lips. Slowly he rose up as his eyes held hers and urged, "Lead the way."

She did a spin on her heeled slippers then waved for him to follow. In typically fashion, she sashayed her curves as she strolled out of the entertainment room. She did another spin and faced him. 

The tour began.

"I suppose you missed this when you snuck your way in," she guessed and planted her hands on her hips, "The foray." 

It was apparent that he truly wasn't interested in an actual tour of the lovely home because his devilish eyes not once strayed from his view of her. 

She cocked her stance, clearly read the truth behind his impromptu visit. Her Mr. Dandridge surely hadn't had enough during the Vegas reunion. Yet, she was never one to make things easy, let alone herself. 

She lifted her hands palm up and gestured to the lovely foray then sang in tour guide fashion, "All the original woodwork," she turned to the side and pointed at the heavenly beautiful stained glass above the main entrance, "The original stained glass. Throughout the entire house, every bit of stained glass is original." 

She turned on her heels the moment he looked as if he was about to make his move. She sauntered forward, peeked over her shoulder at him then moved to the staircase.

She moved up onto the stairs and chimed, "Wait until you get a load of the stained glass window at the top of the stairs, remarkable." She eased up the stairs, prominently cocked her hips side to side as she heard his steps directly behind her. 

At the top of the landing, she stopped before the three large panes of beautiful stained glass. She sighed, "Only if I could see this when the suns out." she turned to the side as he stepped onto the large landing, "That's what sucks about being what we are. We can never have the pleasure of seeing daylight through such beautiful colored glass." She again sighed then shrugged, obviously knew he really didn't care about the array of stained glass throughout the house.

She moved down the main corridor and led him towards the next destination which she silently deemed the final destination. She sang, "I'll show you the best room in the house." 

She again peeked over her shoulder as he gracefully strolled behind her. She looked forward with a sly puckered grin over her lips then again stated, "Yep, the best room in the house."

She paused, turned and faced the double doors of what was the house's master bedroom. She grabbed the original brass knobs, twisted, then stepped forward. The doors were brought wide open and she continued forward then stopped and did another spin on her slippers. Both hands against planted on her hips, she watched him step over the room's threshold. 

"I've always wanted a bedroom like this." she stated then gave the room a quick scan and stated, "The round room, very Victorian." her eyes stopped on him, "Truly a shame, I never really have any use for it, since, well, we sleep in coffins hidden beneath our lovely houses." she brought a heel back followed by another, "I don't even bother bringing my dinner up here to tarnish such a lovely room." 

Mr. Dandridge made quick notice of the large traditional four post Victorian bed with an open canopy a foot or so below the tall twelve foot ceiling. His eyes looked forward and focused on Vivian who seated herself on the foot of the bed. "Very lovely." he commented though it was towards her superb loveliness.

"Yes, I know." she smugly agreed then leaned back with her hands against the bed. She crossed her legs right over the left and made damned sure that her curvy right leg was strategically exposed through the opening of the loosely tied robe. 




In the Hands of Vampires Ch. 04



He lifted a hand and grabbed one door then brought it closed followed by the other.

Coyly she asked, "What are you doing?" But she knew damned well what he was doing and why.

After the last door was closed, he stepped away and removed his trench coat then commented, "Well, since you never invited to me to make myself comfortable," he paused to drape the coat over the arm of a wing backed chair, "I invited myself."

She quickly commented, "Oh, like you did when you entered my home without permission." 

She made quick note of the bright red scarf draped around his neck then commented, "You know, Mr. Dandridge, red is an amazing color on you."

He smirked, she was just as great at attempting coy as he was which always seemed to bring forth foreplay done in the way of verbal banter. He eyed her as he removed the mentioned red scarf followed by the gray blazer. He commented, "Might I say that red looks simply lovely on you, Vivian." 

Oh how she loved when he said her name. "Thanks." she simply replied to his compliment with her wide blues again targeted on his mouth. She loved every motion of those fabulously kissable and suckable lips of his. She adored every physical detail that made his lips that marvelously crooked shape with those detailed lines about the corners. 

Yes, there it was, he noticed her unflinching fascination with his mouth which he had no issue allowing her to indulge. 

His blazer and scarf were draped over the chair with the coat. He stepped forward, made a brief attempt to scan the room but his large dark eyes were quickly again on her. He agreed in thought to his compliment, for the red silk she wore made her already milky skin appear to nearly glow in comparison. Also, that deep shade of red intensified the crystal blueness of those eyes solely focused on his mouth. 

"Vivian." he purposefully spoke her name in the manner she obviously enjoyed then casually asked, "How have you been these passed few months?" Sure, it sounded like idol talk but he knew she and he wouldn't remain in idol for much longer.

"Just peachy." she sang, her eyes seemingly hypnotized by his lips, then she asked, "And how about you, Mr. Dandridge." She closely watched those lips as they came closer and closer, her eyes slightly shifted upward inch by inch then she had to comment, "You look damned great as usual."

He paused merely a foo before her as her eyes raised but still directed at his mouth. He cunningly but very lightly licked the tip of his tongue between his lips. He grinned the moment he witnessed her left brow lift with intrigue. "As do you, Vivian, as always." he commented then smugly stated, "And I am damned great." 

"Oh that you are." she commented with the corners of her slightly puckered lips lifted into a grin then her eyes finally pried from those amazing lips and looked up into his equally amazing eyes. 

"Vivian," he again chimed her name with that smooth melody then verbally stroked her ego, "How is it, you look positively breathtaking dressed simply in a silk robe, hmm?"

"Because I'm that good at looking like this, that's why." she smugly answered then returned the verbal ego stroke, "Just like you. You've always amazed me by how damned good looking you are all of the damned time."

"Well, don't we have plenty in common, hmm?" he stated which was a definite fact. 

He never knew another vampire who remotely could be compared to him. He knew for a fact, when he spent all those years entering in and out of her life, he helped mold the female alternative to him. True perfection, he called her and himself. He was a perfectionist, after all.

With a quip she agreed, "That we do." she then uncrossed her legs, brought the right heel to the floor and asked , "You know what else we have in common, Mr. Dandridge." 

She rose up off the foot of the bed with her eyes locked with his.

He curiously asked, "What's that, Vivian?" Again he watched her eyes look to his mouth.

She brought one slipper forward, delivered herself directly in front of him. Yes, she admittedly was overly fascinated by his superb mouth. To her, his mouth was a masterpiece of different expressions, detailed lines, and damned perfect with it's natural slant. 

She lightly licked her lips which again transformed with her signature pucker then she confidently stated, "Well, we both have amazing mouths." Her left brow lifted, prompted by the smug curve of his lips then she agreed with her own statement, "Yes, quite amazing." 

He replied, purposely motioned his lips slowly for her fancy, "Very observant, Vivian."

Oh, she could positively melt right there having just watched his lips motion with every damned beautifully spoken syllable, especially her name. "Hmm-hmm," she purred in agreement.

"And why?" he paused, took notice of her right hand lift inch by inch then continued, "Why, Vivian, this unnatural infatuation with my mouth?"

She quickly reminded him, "You asked that before." Her eyes remained solely focused on her up close visual of his mouth. She raised her hand higher, her fingertips with their lengthy red nails anxious to touch those marvelously perfect lips of his. 

"Perhaps," she spoke with awe in her tone, "It seems unnatural to you but to me, it's very natural." She curled all fingers but the index which aimed at his targeted lips.

"I see." he simply commented then became utterly amused the very moment he felt the light graze of her lengthy nail tip. He truly admired her forwardness, one of her many quirky attributes that made her the unique and positively perfect creature she was. 

In thought he agreed to her obsession over his lips. Why not? 

He allowed her have her moment admiring his lips. He wasn't oblivious to the appeal of his lips and enjoyed having his overblown ego strategically stroked by her forward admiration. Yet, there were many of her physical attributes he admired and her unique full lips were one of them. 

He simply indulged in the manner she lightly traced the tip of her nail along the unique shape of his mouth.

She finally relinquished her admiration of his mouth, dragged the tip of her nail from his bottom lip then down over his chin. There was plenty more of him to admire as well. She lifted her other hand as the other moved to the collar of his gray patterned shirt. "Nice shirt." she finally spoke then commented, "Expensive, I'm guessing." 

"Yes." he replied, watched closely that signature lift of her left brow as her eyes were now focused where her hands came together. 

"Nice buttons." she commented.

He grinned, felt her sly fingers undo the first button.

"Very good quality." she again commented, her fingers worked a few buttons undone and continued down the row.

He spoke her name, "Vivian." Knew her mind was steadily on one track.

"Hmm?" she hummed, too focused on undoing each and every one of those fancy buttons.

Her demeanor more calm than usual, he had to comment, "This is more subtle side of you." His grin broadened as bit by bit, button by button his chest was glimpsed.

A simple response she gave, "Sure." Her eyes kept steady watch, lowered inch by inch with each button undone. She paused, her eyes shifted further down and discovered his hands undoing the loose knot of her robe's belt. Her pucker tensed as her eyes finally shifted upward then looked into his. 

"It's only fair." he commented, "You undid the buttons of my shirt and I return the favor with your robe."

"You're right." she agreed then stated, "Sorta a, you scratch my back and I scratch yours kinda thing." 

"Exactly." he agreed to her sly statement as his hands drew back the robe. His eyes eagerly shifted down and eyed the little black vintage nightgown then complimented, "Very lovely, Vivian."

"Hmm, thanks." she hummed back. Then brought one heeled slipper back and stated with modesty, "It's nothing special." She lifted her hands, tucked them under the inner hem of the robe draped at her shoulders then guided it back. Her arms dropped down followed by the robe effortlessly sliding down and bundling the floor. She explained, "Just simple really." How she enjoyed his eyes eagerly and slowly scanned the details of her figure that was now barely covered by the short slip style nightgown made of quite flimsy silk.

His eyes scanned upward from the tufted tips of her slippers, over the perfectly curved shape of her legs, to the very short hem of the nightgown as it flimsily draped against that defining curve where her hips and thighs met. His eyes continued upward passed the curve of her hips, waist then made a brief admiring pause at her silk covered breasts. Further his eyes lifted until they again met hers. 

"I disagree." he stated, "Far from simple for there's never anything simple about you, Vivian."

Quickly she confessed, "I was attempting modesty." Her hands planted on her hips which cocked into that curve accentuating stance then she agreed, "But, yes, I am far from simple, just like you, Mr. Dandridge." 

The pucker about her lips formed into a cocked smirk heightened by the lift of her left brow. She brought her heel forward to again position her directly in front of his glorious presence. Her hands again lifted but this time she slyly slid them within the opening of his shirt. Her eyes peered into his, the silvery shade spread and swallowed the crystal blue then cracked with the etches of blood red. Her hands slid upward over his perfectly designed collarbones. 

Her brow made a curious lift then she asked, "So, I remember back in Vegas," her lips made a soft pout, "That you stated you admired my lips as I did yours."

"I remember." he replied, enjoyed the feel of her hands as they rested against the sides of his neck, his collar parted. He stated, "And, yes, I do admire your lips, Vivian." 

She smirked then smugly chimed, "Of course you do." 

He chuckled, the ego she had equaled his own which was quite impressive. He lifted a hand and rested it against the side of her remarkable face. Yes, he pleasingly thought, her lips were a lovely centerpiece surrounded by her equally lovely features. He brought the pad of his thumb against her full bottom lip, felt the smooth slick of her red lipstick. "But," he paused to slyly lick between his lips, "There is so much more that I admire other than your lovely lips."

With a quip she urged, "Do tell." She enjoyed their back and forth strokes of their egos. Her pucker softened, for she loved more so the physical feel of his thumb smudge against the sheen of her perfectly red painted lips. Very lightly her lips parted.

"Well," he began but paused, his eyes focused on her mouth and delighted the moment she so strategically gathered the tip of his thumb between her lips. 

His free hand moved against her silk covered hip then eagerly pressed and firmly moved down to the outer roundness of her scantily covered rear. He finally continued his words that would undoubtedly stroke her already impressive ego, "I do so admire your lovely," he again paused with a grin formed over his lips, enjoyed the sensation of her eagerly expressed talent for sucking with the use of his thumb, "Hmm, such a lovely and beautifully curved," he again paused, watched the smirk across her lips tense at the corners of her suckling lips, "You have a remarkable rear, Vivian."

She released his thumb from her lippy embrace then quickly she agreed, "That I do, Mr. Dandridge." she then licked her lips, loved that little taste of him, then asked, "What else?" 

He brought his other hand joining the other against her rear then firmly curled his fingers and dragged them back over the smooth silk over her hips. "Hmm, well," he spoke as his fingers aimed down then his hands moved downward and pressed his fingertips into the soft flesh of her upper thighs, "You have amazing legs, perfect." 

"That I do." she again smugly agreed then again asked, "What else?"

"Hmm," he hummed, dragged his coiled fingers upward then guided the short hem of her nightgown upward and exposed her bare hips. Again he delivered his hands to her rear but beneath the silky drape of the nightgown. He leaned then brought his lips against her ear and stated, "There is nothing about you that I don't admire, Vivian." 

She purred in response to his cunning confession then slightly turned her head and brought her lips near his ear. She gave that all too familiar question, "Tell me," she paused and licked her lips then continued to ask, "What's on your mind, Mr. Dandridge?"

His grin broadened then he gave that all too familiar answer, "Vivian, what's not?" 

She huffed a slight laugh then gave that all too familiar praising response, "Very good answer, Mr. Dandridge." 

Her pucker tensed the moment she felt his positively delicious lips press firmly just below her ear. His lips felt wondrous wherever they kissed but were best felt against hers. 

Her arms moved around his neck then combed her fingers upward into the thickness of his ebony hair. Her head tilted as he continued to trail those kissing and suckling lips along the milky slope of her neck. She again purred in response to the sensation of his hands firmly press against her luscious rear as his mouth continued to lavish her neck with firm affection, felt the slight graze of his already grown fangs. 

He felt her body already respond to the built-up carnal tension. He loved how quickly she always was guided into eager physical responses. She was a creature made of pure sex, her carnal needs always woken his own. There was no desire to simply suck. He wanted, as always, to consume her in every way imaginable. 

He guided one hand from the roundness of her rear then brought it between them. His lips parted, exposed his fangs. He delivered his hand between her thighs, her sexual purr heightened in response to his touch. His fangs bore down into the very side of her neck, heard her loud purr mingle with an animalistic hiss. He felt her hands tightly fist the back of his hair nearly clawing her nails into his skin. His hand motioned and guided deeper between her eager milky thighs just as he drove his bite deeper. 

Again her body responded beautifully, her hips motioned with an eager twist. She gasped followed through a drawn out purr, felt the heavenly sensation of his lips draw her immortal blood from those fine punctures. The combination of the stinging pain and the pleasure his hand delivered between her thighs drove her body further into that abyss he so expertly consumed her with.

His fangs drew back as did his hand. He eagerly licked the blood clean from his fangs. Vivian's blood was bliss with all the sinful flavors that mingled delectably through every cell. He proudly listened to her frustratingly grumble in protest of him ending the infliction of pleasure and pain. There was one thing he knew she wanted the most which were his lips. 

Both hands were united against her rear and he nudged her forward against him. His head turned then locked his eyes with hers, felt the red and orange consume the dark brown of his eyes. He saw clearly within her silver and blood etched eyes the lust that never failed to be shown and aimed at her target, him. 

Yes, she wanted his damned lips against hers. She wanted to taste her own immortal blood that lightly tinted his beautiful mouth. Her hands held firm the fistfuls of his hair. She loved the torture that ensued by her heavy desire to taste his lips. The nearer their lips came the more the torturous desire grew which gave her that rush of anticipation only he could instill inside her. It seemed all her damned life she desired his lips and that desire grew the moment she finally made the discovery that those lips truly existed. 

He teasingly grazed his lips against hers, knew how badly she wanted his lips to fully take control. Yet, he wanted her lips to take control for that was how she rolled. Typically he was the aggressor in every circumstance but the moment Vivian arrived into his life many years ago, he saw her personal aggression spiral to perfect heights. 

He felt her grip of his hair tense and knew she was about to do as she always had, take what she wanted. He then verbally encouraged with a whisper, "Take it." 

Oh, she quickly thought, no one had to tell her twice. 

She aggressively crushed her lips against his and immediately she felt as if her entire soul was lit on fire just by the action of taking what she wanted which were his amazing lips. Every damned motion of his perfect lips drove her more and more beyond obsessive over his lips. She excitedly purred as that obsession heightening kiss deepened with the heavenly tension of pure animalistic passion. His lips excited her more than anything. Wherever those lips kissed, suckled, or simply touched, made her want more and more. Yet, when those lips were finally against hers, she was sent into the universe that was pure sexual overload.

Her hands released his hair but swiftly moved between them and made strategic work of his belt. She refused to release his lips from hers. She stepped backwards, slipped her feet from the slippers. Her relentless refusal to end that kiss guided both of them nearer the foot of the large bed. 

Yes, she screamed excitedly in thought, time to christen that house, room and definitely the bed behind her. She never even allowed her evening meals to step foot in that room. But, right then, she had in that room the one creature and event it was made for.

An expert, she stripped him of his expensive shirt, this time took mercy on those buttons. Her hands were eager to touch every inch of his bare torso, arms, shoulders, and every exposed bit of his immortal and perfect flesh. Her excited purrs were constant as were every excited motion of her body. 

Her hands latched to the sides of his face. That sexual overload reached its peak, she made a quick shift on her bare feet then pulled back from their kiss. Her hands literally shoved him which sent him dropped back against the bed. Only seconds, she swiftly straddled him then stripped and tossed that nightgown. Again she brought her lips crushed against his, couldn't be long without those lips. 

Blindly, her eyes closed with focus and lips devoured his, her hands scraped her nails down his torso to his belted waist. Swiftly she undid the belt followed by the fly of his expensive slacks. Within seconds, she lifted up, reluctantly broke the kiss but gathered his hands with hers and slapped them firmly over her abundant chest. She wanted his hands everywhere for his hands always felt amazing when on her. She knew not another who had hands as remarkable and talented as his. 

With one motion of her hips, her always craved moment came. Her hands slapped down against his chest as she was strategic with every grind of her hips. Her fingers curled, the sharp tips of her nails dug into his skin which in response he hissed with a lovely snarl about his lips. Her eyes were held focused on his lips, always his lips. She lifted one hand and brought it to the side of his gorgeous face, traced her thumbnail along the slanted shape of his lips. Always his lips.

Only with him was where she experienced euphoria, was that way from the very beginning. She saw him as a rare drug, nearly unattainable but when available, pure euphoria would ensue. Her mind, body, and soul was consumed by him upon his entrance in her life. And she knew their moments were spaced and far in between and there was a determination to make those moments sustain her until the next.

She indulged in the sounds of pleasure he gave with each tease of her shifting hips. She again took his lips, savored the sensation of each of his pleasure filled moans and the fine scrape of his fangs. 

Yes, there was no one like Vivian which he praised for he was the only one who truly had the pleasure of receiving her aggressive affections. He found the end drape of her black lengthy hair and slowly twisted it, wrapped it over and over his gripped fist. At the nap of her neck he jerked her head back, broke the kiss, then took a more aggressive lead. 




In the Hands of Vampires Ch. 04



Onto her back he rolled her, she purred the entire time. He held his grip of her hair firm, her body arched beneath his as he kept her head drawn back. The lips she so craved, he delivered them against her first full breast, tasted her chilled milky flesh and pale perfect nipple. His fangs purposefully pressed and scraped against her plump flesh which only heightened her physical responses. Each taunt of her full flesh her entire body slithered, hips shifted and back arched. 

He lavished fanged affection over her other breast, listened to her constant purrs and hisses and growls. He felt her nails claw and dig against the strain of his shoulders as he continued to devour her in every way imaginable. His body motioned deep between her eagerly spread thighs which sent her body into a higher level of a sexual fit. 

From between her lovely and perfect breasts, his tongue slithered and dragged the tip upward over the center of her collarbones then shifted to the side of her neck that hadn't yet been penetrated. Without hesitation and in sync with the another powerful thrust between her legs his fangs tore into the side of her neck. She squealed loudly followed but a nearly guttural growl then he viced his fangs deeper sending her body into a further fit of pleasurable pain. 

She loudly hissed, "Yes!" Her hands fumbled, her fingers coiled like a kneading feline into the flesh of his back. "Yes!" she again hissed then sang, "Oh, yes, Mr. Dandridge!" He would always be Mr. Dandridge!

He held his fanged grip deep into the side of her neck, literally crunched down harder as he against thrust. He loved the sensation of her claw-like nails embedded into his skin, the motion of her body beneath him, and every vocal she sounded. There was no one who could sing so lovely as Vivian when in the throes of carnal pleasure. To hear her sing the name she always called heightened his already over flowing ego. 

She lifted her legs and swiftly locked them around his waist. One hand latched a handful of his hair, wanted his fangs to remain penetrated until the end. She eagerly moved her body in harmony with his as it was buried into the lushness of the bed. Her vocals encouraged and almost begged for him to never cease. If she could, she would remain beneath him with him between her thighs for all eternity. 

Her responses drove him to up the ante. He swiftly drew his fangs back then again bit higher up the slope of her neck. She again loudly squealed and he steadily heightened the thrusts between her wrapped legs. Her squeals grew louder and louder with each following thrust, his own vocals barely audible beneath the strength of hers. 

Again, that unexpected phenomena emerged as Vivian's powerful ecstasy grew and grew. The Tiffany stained glass lamp atop the antique bedside table started to pulsate from bright to dim. That light pulse steadied in near rhythm to her every rising vocal. The higher she sung the brighter the bulb burned. 

Her head buried back into the bed. Her distorted eyes wide and reflected every fluctuation of the near lamp. The beauty of her face transformed, the devil beneath emerged. Passed her snarling lips her fangs jutted and more sprouted. Her back arched. Both hands shifted and speedily found her Mr. Dandridge's perfect ass. Her claws embedded into the depths of his taunt flesh in urge for more powerful thrusts.

She loudly growled, felt him do as her hands beckoned. 

Her eyes held wide, the discoloration vibrant within the pulsating light. Every inch of her glorious immortal body stiffened. Her jaw tightly clenched with fangs exposed through the snarl of her red lips. Then her body broke, the violent snap of pleasure ripped through her body just as the bulb within the lamp popped with an array of sparks and with such force the antique stained glass shattered.

His thrusts continued as she writhed beneath him. He heard the lamp explode but his focus was fixated on breaking his own body with use of hers. His fangs tore from her neck as his wide and red eyes admired the devilish beauty of her distorted appearance. Both hands snatched the sides of her thick black hair then his body leveraged and continued to thrust between her firmly viced legs.

The tensity developed over his own distorted handsome features as his body neared its breaking point. His snarls and growls grew louder. Not a one immortal or mortal could prepare his vampire body for such pleasure. Vivian was the definition of ultimate sinful pleasure and he knew there would be not another to satisfy him as perfectly as she had and could. 

His body gave a final powerful thrust then broke. His growl was long and drawn out as his body held deep between her locked legs. His wide eyes rolled with a flutter as the wondrous and intense pleasure flooded over him. 

Vivian praised her maker, "Oh, damn, Mr. Dandridge!"

He relaxed down against her, felt the sting of her claws within the cheeks of his impeccable ass. 

She again praised, "You fuck like the devil." she then laughed, "And definitely give the most sinful of pleasure as the devil would."

His lips grinned with approval her praise, another firm stroke to his ego.

And, right then, Vivian determined that there was no need for Mr. Dandridge to rush off. Her genius devil mind created the perfect plan. 

Vampires did not need to sleep during the day and with the help of some fresh blood, their day could easily become the fuck fest she so desperately desired. Her lips grinned as her hands dragged her nails up the lengthy of his back. 

She urged, "Stay the day, Mr. Dandridge." then she explained, "This room is equipped with black out shutters and once Pauly returns, I'll send him to fetch some goodies." 

His eyes frowned then he somewhat lifted and saw the scheme brilliant in her grinning eyes. "Vivian," he sang her name then stated, "That is highly irregular."

She chimed, "Exactly." Her hands moved against the sides of his neck then she stated, "Sucking and fucking all day might be highly irregular but then, again, Mr. Dandridge," she licked her lips, "You did not create me to be regular, now did you?"

He grinned then slowly shook his head and agreed, "That I did not, Vivian."

She eagerly urged, "Then stay."

He praised in thought, Vivian always got what she wanted and right then, it was him she wanted all to herself for an entire day. He agreed, "I will stay."

She nearly girlishly giggled then cheered, "Oh thank you, Mr. Dandridge!"