0 comments/ 7458 views/ 0 favorites The Cat's Meow Ch. 02 By: Mackenzie Taylor Kayorai Knight found herself back at the cat's meow a week after she had had her encounter with her stripper. Gabriel didn't know it but he was going to end up in her bed again tonight. She couldn't stop thinking of him all day. There was something special about him. Something different. Maybe it was that he hadn't called on her in the last few days and she really had expected him to. He was dancing on the stage in a biker outfit. She liked that his body was lean and not overly muscular. He was probably is his late twenties and with his ash blond hair and ice blue eyes he looked the part of the arc-angel Gabriel. "He knows what you are" the bar tender Alex said to her when she swiveled toward the bar. "Does he," she asked nonchalantly. "Yes. He's been working here for almost fourteen months. He's picked up on a few things. He's quite astute for a human." "Hmm. And has he gone home with any of the others?" "No." Alex shrugged. "You're a first for him." "You think he regrets it?" "Hell no. He's had a silly grin on his face all week. I'm surprised that he hasn't sought you out again." "I think that he's waiting for me to make the next move." She smiled at Alex wickedly. "And are you going to? Or are you going to let him sweat?" "I'm going to make a move. He's too young for such complicated games." "He's human; he's been playing these games for awhile." "Fine, I'm getting to old for such games." "You don't look that old to me." Said Gabriel sitting down on the stool next to her. His shift was over and he knew he wanted to take her home again. "Over two centuries." She said quietly. "Good thing that vamps don't age." He said unabashedly. "You'd be really old. And really ugly. And really-" "Thanks Gabriel. I got the point. Don't make me pull your tongue out of you head." "That's a scary." He looked down at his lap. "My boys just shriveled up." She laughed out loud then leaned in and kissed Gabriel passionately. This was going to be a fun night she thought to herself. She couldn't wait to get him home. A shiver ran down Gabriel's spine as Kayorai kissed him. She turned him on like no other woman ever had. She could also break him in half if she wanted. That was just one of the many perils of being with a vampire. "Let's go to my place, baby." Barbara whispered to Gabriel. "Why not," he asked after staring into her eyes for a few moments. *** "I want a promise." He stopped her at her front door. "And that would be?" She asked warily. She'd been asked by more than one lover to turn them. She had never in her two hundred years made another vampire. She always felt that it was a special gift and would make sure that when she did decide to turn someone they would appreciate it greatly. Not take it for granted. "While we're making love, if I call you a dirty little whore, could you not pull my tongue out of my head? Or break me in half?" "I promise," she said laughing at the realistic absurdity of his question. She took his hand and led him through the front door and into the living room. She pushed him down on the couch and sat on his lap. She smiled up at him briefly and then started kissing him. He slowly ran his hand up and down her back enjoying the feel of her. Her skin was fine and soft and so pale it seemed as if she had never seen the light of the sun. Or at least not in many years. He ran his hands over her breast and when her nipples hardened he flicked them with his thumbs. She closed her eyes and shuddered with pleasure. She pulled her shirt up and over her head revealing her naked breast to he gaze. He bent his head and lavishly bathed both of her nipples with his tongue. She ran her hands under his shirt up to his nipples and gave them a hard tweak making him suck harder on her nipples. She ground herself against his erection and smiled when he moaned. She wasn't quite sure what happened after that. Suddenly she was pinned to the couch, him on top of her. He freed himself from his jeans, pushed her skirt up to her waist and pressed his cock into her hot, wet, entrance. "I could have been wearing underwear," she gasped out. "I knew you weren't." He started moving, slowly at first. Then she cried out his name telling him to fuck her harder. She moaned as her climax swept over her. "I'm not finished darlin", he said flipping her over on her stomach. He pulled her to her knees and entered her again from behind. He pounded into her with jack hammering thrust. As she came again so did he spilling himself inside of her. *** "When you asked for your promise earlier I thought you were going to ask me to turn you," she said handing him a cup of tea and plopping down on the couch beside him. "I wouldn't ask you for that." "Why? Most people would kill to become immortal. Why not you?" "I've only got a hundred years to live," he said quietly. "I'm making the most of it. Living my life to the fullest and enjoying it. " "And?" "And if I was an immortal I think that I would become too complacent and stopping living life so fully. The thought of that scares me. I like being human." "Hmm." She couldn't even begin to think of a witty or wise comment to that. "Don't you get lonely?" He asked. "Sometimes. I'm just waiting for the right person to come along." She shrugged. "I want what most women want. Home and family. Just because I'm a vampire doesn't mean I can't have those things." "Very human!" "I was human once," she said laughing. The Cat's Meow Ch. 03 Ch. 3 - Eric Blood is life. Without blood there is nothing. And I'm not just speaking from a vampire's point of view. The wonderful thing about blood is that on a planet populated by six billion people, blood is abundant. Not only is blood everywhere but you can get it any possible way imaginable. I prefer mine willing; more pleasure can be had that way. My name is Eric Shentrue and I am a two hundred year old vampire. I walked into The Cat's Meow a bit after midnight and sat at the bar. I know you're asking yourself if I'm gay. Nope. Then why am I sitting at the bar of a women's strip club? Not because I like to see naked men, but because the club is a popular spot for a variety of night creatures like myself. The club is owned by a good friend of mine, Alex. Alex is a people watcher, so The Cat's Meow is his baby. Night creatures and human alike were welcome in his place as long as they didn't cause any trouble. There were a few night creatures in the club tonight. One other vampire, two female werewolves enjoying the entertainment, and a revenant. I was talking to Alex when in walked a group of women, talking about the entertainment and ribbing one of the women in their group for going with them, considering she had just gotten married. They all looked to be somewhat older career woman, except the little blond with them. She looked fresh out of junior high. She was five foot, with a thin frame. I could snap her in half easily. She had long dark blond hair that was braided in two pigtails that covered her ears. She was dressed in a pair of faded jeans and a t-shirt that proclaimed her a member of the dark court. He had to smile about the t-shirt. She was the farthest possible thing from unseelie. "You might have to card someone, Alex," he turned and told his friend. "If you're talking about the little blond, then no." "No?" "Nope." "I give. Why not?" "I always seem to forget that you are still young for a vampire." "What's that got to do with the girl?" "Did you see her shirt?" "I've actually met several Unseelie, Alex. She is not one." "Ha! You don't know crap. You're looking at the oldest daughter of the Isuran Oundril." "The Unseelie king?" "None other. Her name is Simara ual'Jarali." "The crown princess?!" "Yes." "I guess looks can be deceiving." "Naw, she's as sweet as she looks." "If she's Unseelie, then I wouldn't be calling her sweet." "I'm only half Unseelie," Sim said walking up to the bar and plopping down on a vacant stool next to Eric. "My mother was a wood elf and I tend to take after her." "What can I get you darlin," Alex asked her. "Margarita, please." She looked up at Eric with her big brown eyes. "Come child, haven't you heard the old adage about not judging a book by its cover?" "Child?" "I'm over two thousand years old." "Oh. Makes sense then." "I'm Sim," she said sticking out her hand. "Eric Shentrue," he said, taking her hand and placing a light kiss on the back. "I love that." She took a sip of the margarita Alex set in front of her. "Old world manners have gone out the door in this newest age of man." "The cougars are rowdy tonight," Alex said looking over at the group of women that Sim had come in with. "Yeah," she Sim said smiling into her margarita. "Babbette got a very large bonus, so the drinks are on her tonight." Alex went to take care of another customer while Eric and Sim chatted comfortably, and enjoyed their drinks. Then the bar was started to become crowded and Eric started to grow uncomfortable. He never had been one for large crowds of people. "You look uncomfortable," said Sim. "Let's blow this pop stand. You can show me your place." "Can I be honest with you?" "Cripes! Are you going to turn me down," she asked incuriously. "You're very beautiful," he said honestly. "But I feel a bit like a perv lusting after you. You look like a twelve year old." "I hate when people say that to me." Her brown eyes became black, encompassing even the whites. "Well, it's true," he said, not backing down in the face of her anger. She sighed, her eyes becoming their natural brown color again. She knew he was right; she just didn't like to be reminded of the fact. It didn't help that she was barely five feet tall. She pulled a small tube of hooker red lipstick out her pocket and swiped it on her lips, pulled her hair out of her braids letting the waves settle around her, and then pulled her tank top down to show some cleavage. She smiled triumphantly when he swallowed loudly, his eyes on her breast just about popping out of her shirt. "Still look twelve?" "No." He took her hand and practically dragged her out of the bar. They walked to his townhouse, which wasn't far. He ushered her in the door and smiled at the gasp that came from her lips. Most people who saw his place had the same reaction. Eric was six foot tall, with platinum blond hair and ice blue eyes. People looked at him and knew he came from Viking stock. But everything in his house was decorated in old style Japanese. "Hmm." She examined an ornate Kunai hanging on the wall. "Are you ninja?" "Shinobi," he said using the Japanese word for ninja. "Fine. Are you Shinobi?" "I guess you could say that." He pulled her up the stairs and into the bedroom. "I studied with the Tokai clan for many years." She pushed him down on his large bed and climbed on top of him and they started kissing. "We have too much clothing on," he stated coming up for air. "You think so?" She smiled and her eyes went black again. She waved a hand and they were both naked. "You're going to have to teach me that trick, "he said running a hand slowly down from her neck to her neatly trimmed pussy. She drew in a deep breath, drawing his eyes back up to her breast. They were small, barely a handful, but he didn't mind. Her tiny pink nipples puckered under his lustful gaze, and he reached up and lightly flicked one with his thumb. She gasped and closed her eyes. Her nipples had always been very sensitive Eric had hoped her nipples would be responsive, he was a breast man. He put his large hands on her beast and started lightly squeezing and kneading them. Then he pulled her down and slowly took one and then the other in his mouth, bathing them with his tongue. She moaned with pleasure and started running her hands up and down him, getting a feel for his hard muscular body. He brought a hand back down to her pussy again and pushed a thumb into the folds, finding her clit. She was dripping wet and he pushed his index finger into her pussy and then his middle finger as well. Sim couldn't help but moan as she rode his fingers. She reached behind her and wrapped her hand around his rock hard cock. He was hot and heavy and so large she knew it would be a tight fit. She couldn't wait to have in inside of her. And the thought of him pushing his big cock into her pussy pushed her over the edge making her come. He pulled his fingers from her pussy and put them to his lips savoring the taste of her. He flipped over pinning her beneath him. He took her mouth again as he positioned his cock at the entrance of her pussy and slowly pushed himself into her. She was tight and hot around his cock and he had to hold himself back from just ramming into her. He wanted her to enjoy this as much as he did. When he was completely buried inside of her he pulled out and pushed back into her. In and out he moved taking his time, ignoring her pleading for him to go harder and faster. When he knew she couldn't stand it anymore he rammed himself into her hard and caught her scream in his mouth as he felt her come. Then he let himself go, coming inside her. He rolled off of her and pulled her to his side.