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Chronicles of Lana — aka The Blade — Part 3
I’ve found over the many years of living that sex clubs are often understated. Hidden, amidst the normal. This club was casual, yet high end. The sex part was downstairs in a very tightly, secured area. Tonight, I dressed the part, in a dress of many of what I call costumes. Little black designer dress, shoes, jewelry and the hair and makeup to go with it.
The bar I sat at had a mirrored wall where the liquor displayed itself in a dozen colors and styles. It amazed me still how young I looked. No blemishes, perfect skin, dark auburn hair soft and shiny, same blue eyes but the color just a tad more prominent. Straight white teeth, even when the fangs came out. The perfect predator.
I looked different when I was human. My hair used to be dirty blond, the hair change was an anomaly, I heard. It happened, but on very rare occasions. I had a crap load of freckles, and my body was softer, pudgier, though not fat. I looked like a distant cousin, maybe. Would Sabrina recognize me? I still recognized her through her picture, but her appearance change wasn’t as drastic as mine.
Lust filled the air, like an exquisite perfume drowning out all the chemical ones. Amongst the smells in the club, one familiar scent stood out. Garrett.
