I returned to my apartment after my long run from the Sunshine Pub and its vamp hunter patrons, a run that, thanks to the increased strength I’d got from Andrea’s bite, got me home amazingly quickly.
Sitting on my bed, I thought about my situation as a vamp, or vamp wanna-be, actually, and the threat that all those vamp hunters posed to the vamp community I was now a part of. I was upset not only because of the danger of being destroyed by them one day after receiving my third bite, but because Andrea had changed me in a way that made me actually like myself more…and the vamp hunters were trying to take all that away.
Self-esteem was a new thing for me. You see, I didn’t have a very happy childhood. Though I had a fair number of friends at school, life at home in southern Ontario had become a hell ever since my mother died. My widowed father became a morose drinker, taking out his unhappiness on me at every opportunity. He’d call me an idiot whenever I got bad grades at school, which was usual, because I was a rebellious teenager and didn’t care about learning; so we fought a lot.
By the time I graduated from high school, he griped at me, in slurring words and bad beer breath, for not thinking about my future, that is, not trying to get better grades and get into university. Actually, I thought about my future a lot, but not in that way: I just wanted to get out of his house and live on my own. I was a pretty girl with a good body, so becoming a stripper looked like my best option at the time. So that’s what I did. I never saw Daddy again, and I have no regrets.
Of course, getting naked in front of a bunch of drunken, leering, cat-calling pigs results in its own kind of verbal abuse (and often far worse than what I put up with from that heckler my first night stripping in the POUMTANG Club). That was when my love affair with drinking and drugs began. Whiskey, tequila shots, you name it, I drank it. Smoking marijuana and hash were a common pastime during high school, so as a stripper I also checked out the harder stuff: ecstasy, ketamine, cocaine…you name it, I at least tried it, if not made it a regular habit. When I was about 24, my health had declined to the point that I realized I had to come clean. I went to rehab, and after a painful month or so, I got better.
About a month or so before going to Caledonia, I was getting frustrated with my aging and not-so-hot-looking body. The ad for the stripping job in Manitoba promised work “far better than any ever imagined,” so I, having nothing to lose, gave it a try and went up there.
Now that I realize what was meant by “far better than any [job] ever imagined,” I feel eternal gratitude to Andrea. She literally saved my life; for I really had no idea what I could do as an aging, flabby, uneducated stripper. I didn’t have the money for silicone implants or anything like that. I didn’t even have the escape of drugs to give me solace; but the high of being a vamp, with increased beauty, strength, and even intelligence, is better than any drug, and the improvements she gave me are better than any education or plastic surgery could ever give me.
But beyond that, I was increasingly realizing that Andrea had introduced me to a much larger world. My mind had been expanded. I felt a psychic connection with all life around me, all thanks to the Collective Blood that I’d been more acquainted with from Andrea’s bite. I was able to gain access to forms of knowledge that at first had seemed the domain of university scholars; I couldn’t believe the vocabulary increase I suddenly had acquired, for in conversations with people I was spontaneously–and correctly–using words I hadn’t known even existed before the bite!
That psychic connection had also increased my sense of empathy for everyone, vamp or non-vamp. I wanted to help my vamp comrades, and also wanted to give liberating bites (for that’s how I saw them now) to all non-vamps, so they could gain the same advantages I’d just gotten. I could feel people’s pain, frustrations, and disappointments, all from the vibrations I felt around me, everywhere in Caledonia and in the POUMTANG Club. I was glad to search for whoever the vamp traitor was, not only to help Andrea and the other vamp strippers, but also to improve my chances of being able to help all those struggling people I had around me on the street.
And vamp hunters were ruining everything for all of us! Bigoted bastards! If only they knew that vampires are actually a force for good.
Back in the POUM Club that night, I went over to Andrea just before I was to go onstage.
“So, those old-timers in the Sunshine Pub scared you off, didn’t they?” she asked me.
“Yeah, they did,” I said. “You can feel it, eh?”
“Yes, I can,” she said. “You’re vibrating those feelings from all over your being.”
“How does that work?” I asked. “How am I able to feel others’ vibes?”
“When I sucked your blood, I got connected with your psychic energy, and you are beginning to get connected with everyone’s” she said. “We vamps are a network of connected blood; the Blood Collective adds to our awareness, to our knowledge, and to our intelligence. Hence, I can feel the fear you felt when you ran out of the pub.”
“So if you already know, then why ask me?”
“I don’t know everything that happened, only basic vibes. Now, as for the details: did they tell you who helped them find Billie? Which vamp?”
“They didn’t give a name,” I said. “They just said she was a pretty young woman, also pale and with a pointy overbite. Definitely a vamp approached them at night, though they didn’t believe she was one, and they didn’t say her name.”
“Very well,” Andrea said. “Go to the CUNT Club tomorrow night and find out what you can there. It’s another vamp strip joint, directly north of us here, north of the town, in the forest up there on the other side. We’ll tell you more about it later.”
How do all these strip joints here get away with such raunchy names? And in this Catholic community? I wondered. “OK, tell me about the strip joint in about twenty minutes,” I said. “I have to go on now.”
“Will you be OK up there?”
“Oh, yeah. I have much more confidence now, thanks to you. I really wanna express my appreciation for all you’ve done f0r me. You’ve helped me in ways that I’ll never be able to finish repaying you for. Thanks again, Andrea.”
“It was my pleasure,” she said, grinning and showing off her fangs in a way that didn’t at all look scary or freakish to me. I grinned back, wishing I had fangs as apparent as hers, and impatiently waiting for those second and third bites.
I went onstage. My first song was ‘Love Bites,’ by Judas Priest (I was going with a quasi-vampire theme that night.) I was wearing only a pink thong and bra this time; now that my confidence in my body had improved, I wanted to flaunt what I had.
As I was moving about the stage, I looked out at the audience, who were much more attentive than last time. They seemed a little hypnotized, too, but not as powerfully as they had been with Fanny. I assumed I’d get even more rapt attention after my second and third bites, which I now waited for with even greater eagerness. Still, I was satisfied with the fact that the men were now interested in what they saw.
Towards the back, I saw that asshole who was being rude to me the night before. I still wished that scream I’d heard, after he made me cry, had been his…of him being sucked dry, as my three escorts presumably had been. Anyway, he was behaving himself this time. In fact, he seemed to like what he saw onstage.
I removed my bra towards the end of the Judas Priest song. My breasts were now, as you know, larger and firmer, a pair of beauties I proudly showed off. He was still interested.
My second song began: ‘You Suck,’ by Consolidated, with a naughty rap about cunnilingus by The Yeasty Girlz. As I danced around mouthing the words with a wicked smile and looking him straight in the eyes and mouthing “Baby, you suck!”, an idea came to me: if having sex with the men was desirable for blood and mind-control purposes, then once I got my third bite and became a full vamp, I could seduce him, then get my revenge and suck the bastard dry.
If only I could have been a vamp right then and there. I was so, so impatient for those second and third bites: how long would I have to wait for them? I was starving for revenge against that guy!
I removed my thong. He was still watching me, his mouth thirsty for a taste–I could sense his desire. Now nude except for my high heels, I picked up the thong, made a slingshot out of it with my fingers, and flicked it at his face. It slapped him right on the nose, and he was happy to get it. The lecher was sniffing all along where it had been rubbing against my anal cleft. What a perv!
The song ended, and I took off my shoes. My third song was ‘Vampire,’ by Gorilla Zoe. I still had his full attention. He was standing a few feet away from the stage. I slowly walked towards him, allowing his eyes to pour all over my nakedness.
Now not only confident with my body, but with defiant pride, I got down on the floor, my eyes locked on his, and spread my legs. His jaw dropped at what was now showing. His former rudeness had been transformed into awe. His tongue was hanging out a foot.
I rolled over and started crawling back from him, my ass pointed at his face. My legs were still wide apart, so everything was showing. I could see his still rapt reaction in the mirror on the back wall. I smirked.
The song ended. I grabbed my shoes, bra, and purse, and got off the stage. He followed me.
“‘Scuse me,” he said, presenting my thong. “I think you forgot this.”
“Oh, thanks,” I said, still not able to smile at him, despite my plan to seduce him. I put the thong on.
“Can I have a lap dance?” he asked.
“Sure,” I said as I put my bra back on. “Ten bucks a song.” I put on my high heels.
“Yeah, I know. Lap dances sure are cheap here. That’s why I like it here.”
“OK, there’s a private room in the corner over there that’s available. Let’s go.”
We went in the room, and he closed the door. He sat on a sofa against the far wall. I sat on a chair facing him.
“What’s your name?” I asked.
“Hal,” he said. “What’s yours?”
“Almost sounds like a boy’s name.”
“I don’t think so.” I glared at him, then thought about all that blood I wanted to suck out of him.
“No. You aren’t going to be rude to me again, are you?”
“Again?” he asked. “When was I rude to you before?”
“Last night,” I said, still angry, though controlling it. “When I was onstage. Don’t you remember?”
“No, I don’t. Then again, I was really drunk, and I get a little out of hand then. They kicked me out last night, actually. Look, if I made you mad, I’m sorry.”
“You made me cry. I ran off the stage.” I was almost about to cry right then.
“Oh, look, I’m sorry about that. I can be a real dick sometimes. Booze’ll do that to you. But I think you’re really beautiful.”
“Really?” I felt his sincerity.
“Yeah, really. An’ I don’t mean that in a dirty way.”
“Thank you,” I said, smiling. Maybe when I become a full vamp, I won’t kill you after all, I thought. Unless you piss me off again, that is.
A new song began, ‘Heavy Metal Love,’ by Helix, a longer, live version. I got up and sat on his lap, facing him. He was already hard as a rock.
I started grinding on him. The pointy bulge in his jeans was rubbing against my groin, the sensation going through my thong and stimulating my clit. I’d never felt that way about a client in a strip joint before, especially for a man who’d been rude to me.
Was my heightened horniness another side effect of the bite Andrea gave me?
Hal was actually a reasonably good-looking man: short blonde hair in a baseball cap, clean shaven, and thin, but with a little muscle tone in his arms and chest.
He also had sweet, baby blue eyes.
Without warning, I took off his cap and put it on my head.
He was bald.
He twitched in embarrassment at this revelation. Now he was frowning like a little boy who’d had his toys taken away.
“Oh, don’t worry about it,” I said, trying not to gloat at having piqued the physical insecurities of a man who’d done the same to me the night before. “I know of ways to make you even better looking than you already are.”
“Oh?” he said, smiling that his baldness didn’t seem unattractive to me. “How?”
“I wasn’t all that hot last night, when you saw me onstage,” I said, removing my bra. “These were floppy then, as you had observed; now they’re firm.” I then put his face between my tits, and squeezed them against his cheeks.
“How’d you make them look better?” he asked. He was touching them, gently pinching the nipples.
“It’s a secret. But if you’re good, and you show devotion to me, I’ll divulge the secret, and you won’t need to wear that cap anymore.” I removed my thong, burned around, bent over and gave him a look.
“I’d like…to…believe you,” he panted, staring at my…front and back doors, if you will…with equally disbelieving eyes.
Looking back at him upside-down from between my spread-out legs, I said, “You don’t have to believe me; just stay loyal to me, be a gentleman, and I’ll reward you.” Then I reached up from between my legs with my finger and tickled his chin.
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