Angel’s Wings
A vampiric sex worker spends the evening with an unusual client.
Tweeted this concept and it just stuck with me!
Content warnings: consent negotiation, self-stimulation (but no sex), descriptions of ingrained dirt, feather removal, and mild injury, references to touch aversion
“It was lovely to see you, Raymond,” Germain said mildly, guiding the old man with a gentle hand on his lower back to the door. “Do come again soon.”
Raymond gave him a dazzling smile, a very sweet one, really — he had such brightly red apples in his cheeks, and they were always all the redder when he left than when he arrived — and tipped his hat to Germain before he headed down the stairs.
Germain smiled to himself as he stripped off the top blanket on the bed, folding it and sliding it into one of the woven laundry bags to be tossed downstairs, and fetched another out of the airing cupboard, deftly unfolding it and throwing it out over the bed, tucking it in neatly at the corners again.
Raymond hadn’t undressed — he never did — and had only sat on the edge of the bed, but Germain’s sense of smell was keen enough that the scent of his excitement, his sweat, lingered on the fabric, and if Raymond could smell it, there was no reason to think the next client shouldn’t be able to.
