OOM: Fangtasia

[onceaviking]

They made it through the door unseen and Eric handed Jay a slip of paper before practically pushing him out of the staff entrance door.

There was half an hour till opening time but a line had already formed outside the windowless, black painted building. Goths and punks and quite a few locals as well. The latter were especially rowdy, gathering their courage and riling each other up.

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[onceaviking]

Judging from the tiny, strangled sound the guy is making a nosebleed may not be far off. The others hang by Jay's lips too and are clearly disappointed when he is about to leave.

"But, do you, like, know him? " the girl blurt out.
" I've heard that some of them have like, human lovers? "

She is clearly taken with that idea.

[runningred]

Jay smiles mysteriously and carefully pulls his jacket sleeve down over his wrist. "That's not my secret to tell."

He slips between them and past the bar, getting some more water before heading to carpark for some air and a smoke. He stays closeish to the door, having a feeling it might be unwise to drift too far from the lights but finds a discrete corner out of the way.

[onceaviking]

Suddenly, there is someone next to him.

It's Pam.

"I am just here to make sure nobody gets any ideas," she says, looking at the carpark instead of Jay.

[runningred]

Jay chuckles and nods his thanks, offering her a cigarette because it would be rude not to.

"I'm starting to understand where you and Eric got your low opinion of humanity." Even through he's pretty sure it's not the human patrons she's concerned about.

[onceaviking]

"Don't get me started," Pam says, shaking her head no to the offer of a cigarette.
"And the no ideas goes for you too," she says, turning to look at him.

"If you do anything to compromise him, I will kill you. And not Ina fun way."

[runningred]

"I won't expect any less. Like I said, I'm just here for a quiet night out. If being fed in helps business then I'm glad to be use." He takes a quick drag and stubs out the smoke, breaking off and pocketing the filter in a gesture of professional paranoia.

"Eric mentioned the local boys had rather a high opinion of themselves earlier? I'm glad to hear they were corrected. I'm just sorry I was too preoccupied to see it."

[onceaviking]

She smiles.

"That does lighten up the evening. It's just a shame a couple of chairs got smashed in the process. Might as well open an account at the local furniture store with the rate things are being destroyed, "she says, leaning back against the wall.

It is a remarkably tight dress.

[runningred]

"It might not be a bad idea." He grins, giving her an appreciative look over. It is a very nice dress and she wears it incredibly well. "Perhaps they can help you out with slightly more sturdy furniture."

[onceaviking]

"I don't think that will help. I can throw incredibly hard," she deadpans.
"I can do a lot of things really hard. "

[runningred]

Jay can't help but smile. "Of that, I have absolutely no doubt." Doesn't mean he wouldn't love to see her demonstration just how hard. He misses those bruises already.

[onceaviking]

And then she is in his face.
"I do believe its time for my break now. And the office is available."

But she doesn't touch him. Eric might have said something.

[runningred]

"If Eric's okay with it, I'd be very glad to join you on your break." He doesn't flinch or step back, content to let her set the parameters.

[onceaviking]

"Then let us go back inside," she says, turning and walking ahead of him.
It's a very deliberate walk in some seriously high heels.

And she walks straight across the dance floor, taking them past, but not close to Eric. Who is watching them, his face partly in shadow.

[runningred]

Once again he falls into step behind her, obedient and quiet as they cross the floor. He does glance to Eric, looking for some sign on permission but he knows Pam wouldn't have asked if Eric hadn't given his consent.

Once inside, he sheds his jacket and puts it aside. "I'm assuming Eric's told you I don't need to be glamoured. I'm here willingly."

[onceaviking]

"He did mention that," Pam says, sitting down at the edge of the desk.
It's been cleaned since they were in here last. The smell of blood and sex is still pretty heavy. Now it's just mixed with pine.

"Suits me fine. I like some genuine enthusiasm."

Her lipstick matches her dress perfectly and even through the latex dress you can tell her nipples are hard.

[runningred]

Jay smiles and toes off his boots, not stripped down more that that just yet. "Glad to hear it. Question is," He steps closer, dropping to his knees in front of her and running a gentle hand up her calf. "What else do you like?"

[onceaviking]

"I have always been partial to some genuine enthusiasm from that angle," she purrs, sounding not unlike Eric.

Should his hand venture further, he'll find that she doesn't believe in underwear.

[runningred]

The purr goes straight to the base of Jay's spine and moans softly. Showing no hesitation now he slides his hands up and under the dress. The wonderful thing about the marble skin of the vampire is the lack of sweat that would make latex stick.

He pushed the dress up to her hip, groaning again to find her naked beneath and buries his face in her sex. He devotes himself to pleasuring her with the same single-minded enthusiasm he showed the first time he blew Eric, focusing utterly on making her moan.

[onceaviking]

And Pam is far more responsive than Eric, moaning and undulating her hips to make sure that he reaches the good spots, the fingers of one hand firmly tangled in his hair.

One of her feet gets wedged between his thighs, so she can get a feel for where he's at. As it were.

[runningred]

And Jay loves it! Responding to her reactions and adapting gladly to make sure she gets exactly what she wants. Every tug on his hair makes him moan into her, such a slut for having his hair pulled.

He's hard as hell but able to hold off his own need while he's focused on hers but unable to resist rubbing himself against her smooth skin just a little.

[onceaviking]

She gasps, and then she is lifting him into the air, away from her, turning him over and slamming him down on the desk. Somehow landing on top of him.

Her grip is as bruising as Eric's.

"Can you fuck while being bitten? "she purrs into his ear.

[runningred]

"Oh fuck!" Being handled so strongly never falls to make Jay moan as he hits the desk.

He frees his hands, hastily wriggling out of his jeans and briefs. "Yes." He answers, his breath quick as he rubs against her, shifting his hips to be in just the right spot when she's ready to take him in.

[onceaviking]

She stays perched, brushing against him, as she says, "Be warned though, I'm not as gentle as Eric," and then she sheaths herself, in one long, fluid motion.

She is still clothed. The latex glistens as she moves, slowly at first.

Then her fangs come down.

[runningred]

Jay starts to say something about not needing gentle but it gets lost in a deep moan as she surrounds him. He looks up at her with a wild smile, running his hands up her latex clad waist and bears his neck, offering himself up.

[onceaviking]

And she strikes.

Her bite stings and burns and then she starts drinking, grinding against him, leisurely.

Her lips are softer than Eric's but she is either less careful or less skilled, for the burn doesn't subside as quickly as when Eric bites him.