****** One Night in the South... by Sweethotcoco ******
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One Night in the South...


The first rays of the sun came through the open window waking him. His eyes
popped open and he looked around the empty room. He wondered where he was and
how he came to be here.

The pounding in his head didn't seem to help him any. Lets see he thought, I
stopped at that club down the street called the "All Niter's" started talking
to this really gorgeous woman we left and... Then his hands went to his wallet,
opening it he found it still held all of his money. So I wasn't robbed, but
damn it feels as if I was drugged or something. He tried to stand but found his
legs were to wobbly to hold him. So he just set on the floor and tried to
remember what had happen last night.

He had passed by the club just about everyday to and from work, yet he had
never stopped in. The name seem to fit it, "All Niter's" since the sign in the
window said, Opens at Sun-down, Closes at Sun-up. Must be one of those hippy
type clubs he figured. He was an up and coming lawyer and he just wouldn't fit
in one of those clubs.

Today his firm had lost a very big client and because of it he, his boss, and
three other associates were let go and he just wanted to get plastered and
forget about the day, but he didn't want to go to his usual place; so he
stopped at the All Niter's. What the hell, he thought no one knows me here.

The club sure was different then he thought. There were all kinds of people
here, from suits to some that looked as if they were on their way to a
halloween party. At least I won't stand out he figured as he took a seat at the
bar. The bartender came up and asked what he wanted. "Something that will make
me forget today," he replied. He watched as the bartender fixed his drink.

The bartender seem to look up at someone and nod his head toward him. The drink
was placed in front of him. He took a sip of the warm brew. A hand touched him
on the shoulders and a low sexy voice said, "it looks as it you had a bad day."
He turned and looked at one of the hottest women he had ever laid eyes on. Her
hair was black and her skin had an olive color to it. Her dress was blue but
sparked with a touch of purple. She set down beside him. This woman was both
erotic and exotic.

He never had been much of a ladies man and he would never have approached her
since he felt that he wasn't in her class. He look into her eyes. He had never
seen eyes as dark as hers they seemed to draw him in. He held up his hand as
the bartender was already putting her drink on the bar.

"How did you know I had a rough day today? Does it shows?" he asked her.

"The only ones outside of the regulars who come here are the ones looking for
something, or to forget something. And you have the look of someone who wants
to forget," she responded to his questions. He didn't know why, but he told her
about his day. Some mid-manager made an error and of course they fired others
as their scapegoat's, same old story. As he finished telling her he though, why
did I tell her all that, she's going to think I'm some kind of loser or
something.

He didn't expect what she said next, "what would you like to do about it?"

"What would I like to do about it, why I like to show those bozos who cover
their asses up for the jerks that they are, hell I'll like to be the one who
always gets away with it," he replied. She smiled and took his hand and led him
out the door.

As they walked into the night he noticed a long black limo with the backdoor
already opened by the chauffeur. She got in and still holding his hand pulled
him in as well. This is like one of those letters in the men's magazines he
thought. He saw that she was looking at him with those all knowing eyes of
hers.

"Where are we going," he asked?

"One of my places. You're not afraid of me are you," she replied to him.

"I'm sorry, I really don't know why I bothered you with my troubles," he
started to say but she put her finger to his lips and shussed him.

"It's ok, you have something I want and in return I'll help you with your
problem," she told him. It was just after eleven when they got to the
apartment. He looked around and was shocked to see the works of art. This woman
had very fine taste and money besides. If the works were real, why she must
have had millions hanging on her walls.

"Closer to three hundred million, and they are all real," her voice broke his
chain of thought. Then it hit him, she knew his thoughts. She saw the look on
his face and started to laugh. "No I can not read your mind, it's just that
everyone wonders if they are real and how much they are worth," she explained.

"Where are my manners," she asked, "please have a seat while I get you a drink.
You are going to need it when I tell you this." She handed him the drink and
quickly left the room to put on something more comfortable.

When she returned she was wearing what looked like a nightgown. It was long and
black. He thought he could almost see through it. She sit down on the sofa
beside him and told him to take a drink. He took a sip of the fiery liquid.

"Do you like stories of vampires," she asked?

"You mean like the movies Lon Chaney Jr made?" he asked.

She gave that little laugh and said, "He was the wolfman, anyway those movies
are just to awful and off base as you would say it. But some of the stories are
based on the true vampires," she said. Now it was his turn to laugh. "The is
the middle of the twentieth century. I don't believe in bloodsuckers, bats,
coffins as beds and such nonsense," he said.

She stood up and said "look at me." He was right in this light he could see
through the dress and he liked what he saw. "These painting were given to me by
the artist themselives for my help. I may look young but I was old when the
first European set foot in this country. I remember the black death and the
city that ruled the world. I walked the streets of Pompeii before it was
covered in ash. I am a vampire!"

He stood up to leave, she may be a knock-out and rich but she is one very crazy
and sick person, he thought. "No I'm not crazy, look around you. Why do you
think out of thousands of artists only a handful became great?

Why did your nations which lost most of its battles, in your war for
independences, beat the strongest nation on earth? It is because of me! When I
befriend someone they become great. I open doors for them."

"Well that is find, but I am just a nobody," he said. He tried to leave, but
she stopped him. "If you leave now, what have you got? I'll tell you nothing,
that's what. But in a few days you can have everything; money, power, women,
and fame."

"And in return I give you my life, my soul, and my blood," he said. He felt
uneasy talking to this crazy woman.

She gave one of those fake laughs and said, "you have been watching to many of
those late night movies. We're not like that. For what you would give to a
blood bank will keep me going for a month."

She had moved closer to him. He smelled her perfume, it was sweet and seemed to
go to his head. He saw the outline of her body. When she placed her arms around
his neck, well he just thought of that soft body which was just inches from
him. She was looking into his eyes and then she lifted her face to his. Their
lips touched. She playfully bit his lower lip with her's as he in turn bit her
upper lip. His arms wrapped around her body. Crazy or not I want her, he
thought. He lifted her up and carried her into the bedroom. Her arms still
wrapped around his neck, she kissed him.

He laid her onto the bed, still in each other's embraced. His body filled with
desired for this woman. He was passionately kissing her neck, then down to her
shoulders. She ran her hands through his hair. What he was doing made her
crazy. She guided his head to her breasts. He pulled at the silkily clothes.
Her nipple was exposed for a moment, his lips pinched the hard berries. She let
out a soft moan.

Vampire or not she tasted, felt, and responded as a woman, he thought. He
rolled the thin material down the length of her body. Stopping to kiss each new
bit of skin that he exposed.

His own body felt as if it was on fire. Never had he the raged for another as
he now had. The sweetness of her skin, the smell of her perfume and female musk
seem to combine to drive him to a level that he had never known before. His
male desire had reach a peak that surely they could never again reach.

She could tell he was excited but she wasn't ready for him now. She slid her
sleek body from under him and turned him over so that he was on his back. She
unbutton his shirt. Her long thin fingers ran up and down his hairy chest. She
pinched his nipples and licked then as he had done to her moments ago. His
earlier fears vanished as his desires for her increased. Her tongue went down
to his pants. She must have unfasten his belt for now she was working her way
down.

She now reach into his briefs and pulled out his harden member. Her tongue
circled its head. Faster and faster it went, then she dropped down on it. He
felt as if his cock was being screwed into her mouth. Never had he felt
anything like it. Then once she had taken it all the way in, she pulled off of
him. The sound of her mouth leaving his cock made a popping noise. He arched
himself off of the bed and felt as if he too would pop his cork as the cool air
hit him. No it wouldn't be that quick, she thought as she pinched the base of
his shaft.

She repeated this twice more on him. Never had he a blowjob like this. This
woman knows what she is doing. If I should die tonight, I'll die knowing I had
the best he thought.

Now was the time! She crawled on top of him. Her pussy was right above his hard
cock. She lowered herself onto him. The hardness entered her, filling her up.
She had always love the feel of a cock as it entered her. Somehow it seem to
make her complete. She loved having sex this way. She was in control as she
rode him.

He watched as she sat on his cock. The sight of him going into her was a
thrill. He held onto her thighs as she bounced on him. Her boobs bounced up and
down as she rode him like a thoroughbred race horse. This woman was truly
something else.

She saw that he was enjoying her. Good he like to be under control. Now she
bent over and kissed him, while she still rode him. He could not dream what his
future would be.

He felt a shape prick as he shot his load. Again and again he shot his load.
Would he never stop? He laid there the woman still on top of him, he was
exhausted. Darkness came over him.

The first rays of the sun came through the open window waking him. His eyes
popped open and he looked around the empty room. He wondered where he was and
how he came to be here. Then he remembered last night.

He left and returned to his apartment. he wondered what he was going to do. It
then hit him! He said aloud, "I should be the one in charge. That's it!" he
exclaimed. He went to the phone to call his girlfriend at her dorm.

When the phone was picked up he asked, "This is Bill, is Hillary there?"