The pounding of the disco music matched the beating of our hearts, hands joined together as we wound our way through the gyrating flesh displayed in varying degrees of undress. I could see my lover's gaze land upon many of the young girls, and could imagine the fantasies playing through his mind. I didn't care. We were in this together.

I, too, was drawn to the sensuous curves writhing in the colored lights, sweaty and hot in the crowded room, bodies rubbing together in the erotic game of dance. It had been a while since I'd had a woman, so my interest was at its peak. Last week we'd shared the pleasures of a somewhat shy boy. Turning, I looked into the eyes of my man and saw he was thinking of the same thing, and he leaned toward me inserting his tongue into my hot mouth, mimicking an action of shared treasures from last week.

After several moments engaged in oral intercourse, I withdrew from his soft lips and tongue, and suddenly saw her sitting at the bar. She would be the one. Dark hair softly curled around a little angelic face. Demure even. She wore a slightly revealing blouse of navy, small mouth wrapped around the straw of her drink. I could imagine sharing something else with her, our lips becoming entangled in our lust. I nudged Greg and brought him around to share my view and he smiled slowly in agreement.

"She looks timid, " he whispered in my ear, which meant I would be the one to initiate contact. Ones like her were usually too intimidated by men to do more than stammer and run off scared. So I knew I would have to be gentle. Without further words, we broke apart, expert now in the ways of wooing our prey. We had been doing so for over five years, so now everything went without many complications.

Oddly, we could have found an easy conquest with almost any of the women in the club, some obvious in their desperation for sex, but we were both repulsed by the thought of blooding such a foul body. We longed for the sweet taste of innocence and thirsted for the cries of purity which could only be found with the unworldly type.

I approached the bar near her, and waited for my cue to order a drink, glancing briefly in her direction. She seemed fascinated with her drink, but I could tell she was glancing around the room subtly. I allowed a rather large man to nudge me even closer, now catching the faint scent of her lavender perfume. I turn to smile at her as though exasperated by the crowd, "Kind of close in here, isn't it?" I was rewarded by an alarmingly beautiful grin, one which transformed her face from the sullen, scared child, into a charming, sexy lady.

"Yeah, it is. . . A. . . Are you alone?" She glanced around looking for my date, then brought her clear green eyes back to mine.

"Yes. My date didn't show. The bastard." I shrugged at the stupidity of men, and she chuckled, a slight little laugh. I noticed the fullness of her lips outlined in a light coat of lip color, not too heavy. Perfect for kissing. "What about you?"

"Yeah. Me, too." She kind of sighed, and peered into her drink as if searching for the secrets of the universe.

I let the silence hang between us, as though I, too, was forlorn over the injustices of life, allowing her to feel sorry for me. I then acted as though I was jostled into her, placing my hand upon her knee for balance. The heat of her thigh created a fire in my panties, and I was suddenly dripping wet. My breath landed on her face, my voice husky, "It's getting too crowded in here for me. I'm gonna go get some coffee, wanna come?'

She looked at my lips, so close to her own, and slowly nodded. The hand upon her leg moved to her shoulder and I helped her down from the barstool, protectively guiding her toward the exit. We stumbled out into the cool night air, free from the smoke and sweat and body odors. I knew Greg would follow. I didn't even glance back as I nudged her toward my car.

She got in without a single word, and the tension between us told me she wasn't stupid to my actions. She knew I wanted her, could smell my scent of arousal, as I could smell hers. She seemed resolved to follow through in spite of her shyness. I decided it wouldn't be wise to push her into conversation, so I drove to our apartment, not even pretending to get coffee. I took the long route, allowing Greg the opportunity to get inside and wait as was planned. As we always had done.

We arrived at our loft, and I noticed her stunned gaze travel around the eclectic mix of furnishings, and my paintings which lay against every wall and accessible surface. I noticed her slight shudder at the erotic, yet haunting images I'd captured on canvas. The faces of our victims of seduction. I approached her, and tried to sound casual, "I have bad dreams a lot. This is the best way I can deal with them."

"Oh. God, you must never want to sleep," she shuddered again as she said it, and I steered her toward the sofa.

"I'm going to shower. I can't stand to smell all that cigarette smoke in my hair," I paused slightly and casually invited, "you can come too, it's a big shower." I waited at the doorway, trying to appear non-threatening, my excitement increasing despite my outer coolness. I smiled to myself when she rose and walked toward me, unwilling to look me in the face. That was fine with me. I took her slight hand and led her into our bedroom, knowing Greg was in the closet watching. I wanted to give him a good show.

My hands shook from the excitement of her sweet smell, and I took her long dark hair, and moved it aside revealing the button of her blouse. She sighed, a brief little exhale as though she was holding her breath, afraid to breathe. I brushed my knuckles along the nape of her neck, feeling the satiny softness of woman.

I lifted her blouse over her heard, noting the lacy bra underneath, making sure she was facing the closet. She bowed her head, allowing me to dominate. Her skin was exquisite.

My lips landed upon her shoulder, and I tasted her slightly sweaty skin flavored with lavender, traveling downward to her bra clasp. I reached around and her cupped her pert breasts, feeling the nipples harden and her breathing become ragged. My lips continued the game on her back and neck, increasing her excitement and mine. I allowed my own long blonde hair to fall upon her back, and I removed my dress in one movement. She moaned as I placed my bare breasts upon her back.

Time to move to the bed. She continued to play my willing slave as I moved her onto her back, revealing her naked chest to me fully for the first time. She shyly hid behind her hair, but not before I saw the desire simmering in her eyes. I slipped her skirt down over hips, her tiny panties barely concealing her moistness. Her scent drifted upward, and I inhaled deeply, telling myself to go slow, or risk scaring her off.

I brought my face up over hers, and saw Greg becoming braver as he opened the closet door slightly. He was completely naked, his erection full and throbbing. This turned me on even more of course. I brought my lips to her pouting mouth, so soft and full. She surprised me by grasping my head passionately, not quite as timid as I had her made as, and kissed me hard, biting my tongue playfully. I let her do this for a few seconds, then grasped her tiny wrists, bringing them up and over her head. She looked at me then, pleased, yet scared by her inability to be in control. I chuckled to her slightly, and kissed the tip of her nose, easing her tension. I needed her willing.

Straddling her waist, I reached behind my back and ran my fingers underneath her panties and down, over her trimmed pubic hair and into her moistness. God, she was so hot! I brought my finger out reluctantly, and placed it on her lips, much to her surprise, forcing her to taste her own juice. Her cheeks flamed red with embarrassment, but she savored the taste with fervor, sucking my finger erotically. My pussy, hot and wet, rested slightly on her midriff, and she writhed on the bed attempting to bring her flesh closer to mine. I danced above her teasingly, and she groaned in frustration, unable to move much due to my continued hold.

Greg chose to join us, surprising her with a quick yank on her panties and thrusting his tongue deep within her folds. She shrieked like a wild animal caught in a trap, so I clamped my lips roughly over her own, warning her with my eyes to remain calm. Her own green orbs were wide with fright, silently begging me for release. The sensations of Greg's expert mouth and tongue soon worked magic, and she relaxed into the throes of a wrenching orgasm. She kicked and squirmed violently, out of control from the ecstasy of our mouths upon her.

Greg and I knew the time was now, when she was at her weakest, if we were to fulfill our own goal. I turned toward her to see her eyes one more time before we bled her of her precious liquid, wanting to comfort her, yet thrilled by her fear. I gave Greg my wrist and he sliced quickly, the quickening of my pain and the feel of my own blood running down my arm nearly bringing me to orgasm. I struggled against fulfillment, needing to taste her to be satisfied.

Her gaze widened when she saw the red liquid landing on her breasts, but I noticed something else. Intrigue. So, she liked it. I rubbed my wrist over her nipples, feeling the hardened peaks in my wound. Greg was up on his knees, breathing on my nape, and watching the display. His cock rubbed against my back, moistening it. The girl struggled to bring my wrist to her mouth, apparently completely caught up in the moment. She was the first since Greg to be aroused by the bloodletting. The plan to make her bleed was abandoned in sight of her need.

I let go of her wrists and she grabbed my arm sucking hungrily, all three of our groans blending as Greg penetrated her, and pumped frantically. The sensation of her little tongue, and the pain of her sucking was all I could stand. I rubbed my pussy on her soft belly, and came, bringing them with me into the state of euphoria. We all collapsed into an exhausted heap, dampened bodies intertwined.


* * *


Greg and I are now accompanied into to the night by our new accomplice, enthralled by her lust and eager to share the pleasures of the night's blood.

About the Authoress:

Sandra Fritz is an emergency nurse from Texas and a member of the Horror Writer's Association. When not writing tales of dementia, she likes to oil paint, and spends her days with the man of her dreams and her four beautiful girls.