An English Vampire in New York
As inspired by James Smith-English Vampire and Voice Actor and per his request.
“You’re not a vampire, not really! You just spent an ass load of money at the dentist. Those are nice fangs though! How much did they run you?”
I am above all things, a gentleman. In this day and age, manners and politeness have disappeared along with chivalry. A blonde woman in her mid-20’s much more besotted by drink than she was of me, challenged the veracity of my story.
“Leave him be, Jenny. Sorry my friend is drunk. She won’t bother you anymore.” Another woman showed beside the besotted one, and helped her. She moved her friend from the bar stool next to mine, across the room, and I turned to follow both women with interest.
I watched the dominant female deftly hand her friend to a bouncer and then he helped the ladies outside, where they stayed for some minutes. I was surprised to hear a voice beside me several moments later.
“Hi.”
“You handled your friend well. I mean, it was good of you to see to her condition.”
“Uh huh. Thank you, I guess. She can be a bit much sometimes. But why did you tell her you were a vampire?”
Her gaze knifed through me, cutting through all my bullshit as the modern slang calls it, and she stood there, leaning against the bar, waiting quietly for my answer to her question. The truth is, I don’t have an answer.
“Maybe she assumed I am a vampire.”
“Nope. Try again. She might be drunk and obnoxious, but she noticed your teeth.”
“You do not intend to give me the benefit of the doubt?”
“Why would I? I just met you and I don’t even know what to call you.” She started to walk away and then the band setting up in the corner started to warm up.
The music drew me back to simpler times when women, even strong women such as this one, were easier to seduce with a warm smile and a heated gaze. This one would be a challenge. “Duncan.” I called out to her.
She turned back around, her long dark hair sashaying over her shoulder, its shining dark mass threatening to hypnotize me. I had always been bespelled by a woman’s hair, as had many other men before me.
“Oh now you’re going to tell me you’re a highlander too?” She grinned at me, and I grinned back. She was teasing me now, instead of arguing, and so now I could move in and do what I set out to do with her friend.
“I am not, alas, a highlander, lassie. Although if I were,” I stood and pulled her into the circle of my arms, and backed her onto the dance floor, “You would be mine.”
She giggled, and I buried my face in her neck, inhaling her clean fresh scent. She leaned forward into me as we danced and then she said, almost directly into my ear “Lucy”, and then her teeth nibbled at my earlobe as my cock awakened from its long slumber, straining against the front of my pants.
Several other couples danced around us but she only had eyes for me. Although I am used to beautiful women becoming entranced by me, Lucy met my gaze and then colored, as though she knew I could fathom her thoughts, her heated fantasies of having a dominant man such as myself claim her for his own.
I pressed her closer to the front of my body and dipped her, down and around in a half circle and then pulled her back up, so that my hand in the middle of her back and my hand holding hers both tightened, and felt her tremble, and not from fear.
The song ended and another began, and she started to walk away but I twirled her around to land back in my embrace, and this time, I caressed the silken soft skin on her face and then captured her lips with mine. Her hands pressed against my chest, not to escape, but to hold, and she moaned into my mouth as one of my hands trailed down her neck to her collarbone.
Lucy’s eyes fluttered closed as we swayed to the music, teasing each other, rather than dancing. Her hands slid down my chest, down my stomach and lower, to my bulge, and I allowed her to touch me, curious now to see how far she would go in her explorations. Her fingers danced lightly over my thickening cock through my pants, and I know she felt the heat of my body deep in her core, as I backed her up against the corner.
We stood in full view of the band, the bar, and the dancers, but no one saw us. No one cared to know what we did, as I raised her up, my hands on her supple buttocks, and wrapped her legs around me, her lips on mine in a searing kiss that I have not felt for centuries. I rubbed myself back and forth over her center, even using my fingers to raise her skirt, and feel the damp center of her panties, and she moaned and writhed in my arms as I touched her so. She barely knew the moment my fangs sank into the side of her neck for the little sip, le petit bois, as she ground herself against me.
The rough edge of my tongue sealed her wound closed, and I kissed further down her neck to the tops of her breasts, pulling her bra down in front so that my tongue flicked both of her hardened peaks, as she took her pleasure of my body, so I took my pleasure of hers.
My hand snaked into her panties, stoking her fires with my fingers as her orgasm started to rock her body from head to toe, and I rubbed her clitoris through the wave of pleasure, and then kissed her lips, and helped her to fix her clothing.
“Perhaps a trip to the ladies’ room” I whispered and then she nodded, giggled and walked that way down the hall.
I tipped the bouncer on the way out to make sure the lady Lucy was sent home in a cab directly afterwards, and then walked down the street, turning first one corner and then another, disappearing from view.
It was my second night in New York and I already knew that I would see my Lucy again
