There had also been many moments where she detected some lingering attraction between her and Tom, but she had been far too nervous to pursue it because she didn’t want him to think she was trying to work her way into his fortune. Indeed, she often went home wishing that he would whisk her away or that he’d make some sign, but the tension was always left unresolved, and she was left hoping for something that would most likely never happen.
Four
One day, as she walked into the penthouse with an armful of documents she was caught unaware by Tom. He swept her up in his arms and slammed her against the wall. His lips pressed against hers and the passion exploded within her. She couldn’t prevent a soft moan from escaping her lips, and her arms fell by her side. The documents fell to the floor and the paper swirled through the air until it landed by their feet. Millie felt his strong body pin her against the wall, not that she was resisting, and could feel all of his arousal. As he pulled away she felt his sweet breath against her skin, and she instantly yearned for the gentle caress of his lips again.
“I’m sorry for that, but I’ve been feeling a deep attraction from you ever since I first saw you and I couldn’t stop myself. If this makes you feel uncomfortable then I understand and we shall not speak of it again. But if you want more, follow me.”
He walked away and Millie was left slumped against the wall, having to process all the thunderous waves of desire pulsating through her. She groaned and then watched him as he walked to the elevator, and although her knees were weak she managed to summon the strength to follow him, as though she had been enchanted by a sweet spell.
They got in the elevator and Millie watched on as Tom pulled open a secret panel and then pressed a golden button.
“You’re about to see a part of the building that anyone rarely sees. I cannot stress to you how importance discretion is with this. You are about to be a part of something very special but you can never tell another soul about it, and if this is too much of a commitment then I understand and you have this one last chance to leave.”
Millie stayed where she was.
“Good,” Tom said, and his lips curled playfully. “I know that I rather sprang this on you but sometimes I get urges and I find it impossible to resist. I have a dark secret Millie, and it’s one that may frighten you to your core, but I hope you find it exciting,” as he said this he moved closer to her and she was up against the wall again. This time he was buried in her neck, breathing in her feminine scent deeply. When the last words slipped out of his mouth he sharply bit her skin and she winced in pain, but as soon as the anguished bloom collapsed she felt a strong surge of pleasure wash over her like a summer’s breeze.
His hands came around her waist as they kissed again and she melted into him, feeling the sensual delight excite her. Tom kissed her firmly yet tenderly, and as their tongues twisted together she knew bliss.
“I never thought you’d think of me like this,” she said in a breathy voice.
“You’re exactly my type,” he replied as his hands deftly undid the buttons on her shirt. They were caught in the throes of passion and her mind was going hazy with desire. She clawed at his body as he bit her, and each one became more and more close to piercing the skin. His black clothes stretched over his taut body as she tore at them in an effort to expose his pale skin, and then the elevator door opened.
When Millie saw that Claudia was standing in the doorway, the young assistant’s face fell and she tried to tidy herself up.
“Don’t worry about that,” Tom said, “she’s meant to be here,” and he walked out of the elevator. Millie followed, although she wasn’t sure what was happening.
“Have you told her yet?” Claudia asked.
“I’ve alluded to it, I’m interested to see whether she’s worked it out,” he said, winking at Mille. Her face twisted in confusion as the gears of her mind clicked into place, she tried to think of all the different elements but nothing came together, and eventually Claudia grew tired of waiting.
“He’s a vampire dear, and he wants you to join our coven.” Millie gasped and looked at them both, and then backed away towards the elevator.
Tom sighed. “I know you’re probably rather afraid right now but you don’t have to be, I promise. All we want to do is indulge in the pleasures of the flesh, and if you give yourself to me you will have everything you’ve ever wanted. You will never feel lonely or bored, and you will not be trapped by the limitations of morality. This whole empire has been building for my entire undead life, and I have chosen you to be a part of it.”
It was a lot for Millie to take in and she glanced between the two of them, but in that moment she knew where she belonged. She was a creature of the night already and she didn’t mind it at all. She stuck out her arm.
“That’s what I like, some decisiveness. I knew you were going to go far in this company,” Tom said as he approached her and curled his fingers around her arm. Then, quicker than Millie could feel, he bent down and pierced her skin with his fangs. She could feel him sucking the life out of her and for a moment she became weak and light-headed and all became dark…
When she awoke she felt stronger than usual but as she tried to move she knew that she was restrained, and she was lying down on a bed. Tom and Claudia were in front of her. Their naked bodies twisted together in a mess of limbs and hair and flesh, and they were kissing each other madly. They noticed that Millie was awake and moved to be near her. Claudia’s hands started exploring Millie’s body, and groped at her heaving breasts. Tom kissed her on the cheek and then twisted her head to face him so that their lips could meet once more. Millie willingly kissed, and in her new state of mind she found the situation exhilarating and exciting. Her body tingled as it felt the new sensations coursing through her, and the fact that she couldn’t initiate anything drove her insane. They kissed and twisted together and the three bodies sizzled. Their slick skin pressed against each other and soon enough Claudia’s hands had reached down to start to pleasure Millie, feeling her wet warmth. Millie writhed and moaned. Her skin tremble. The heat was palpable and Millie was overwhelmed.
Tom and Claudia’s breaths danced over her skin and she wasn’t sure where one ended and the other began. They sucked and bit on her erect nipples, and then Claudia descended down to pleasure Millie with her mouth. Meanwhile, Tom stood up and unleashed his huge, thick erection on her. His cock stood rigid and Millie opened her jaw wide, twisting her neck so that she could wrap her soft lips around it and start to suck gladly. Long and thick she took it deeply until she gagged, while it stifled her fervent moans.
Claudia buried herself in Millie’s feminine essence while Tom and Millie’s eyes locked as she sucked his erection. His long arm reached down and he brushed her hair away from her face as to watch his cock get devoured. Millie longed to reach out and touch him but she could not, and she struggled against her restraints while the pleasure washed through her body. Tom then pulled his hips back and smeared his cock around her face. She arched her head back as she tried to capture it and soak it in her saliva again, but he was always one step ahead, and the burning sensation of his erection spread over her cheeks and then it left. She stretched as far as she could but it was no good, and she left with a hunger burning inside.
Tom moved behind Claudia, who was still going to town on Millie’s pussy. Millie’s legs were parted wide with Claudia in between them, and Tom’s hands now come forward to hold Millie’s legs apart. Tom then slid himself into Claudia and started screwing her from behind. He pumped deep and hard, and Claudia’s moans caused swathes of hot air to blast Millie’s pussy. Tom rammed Claudia so much that she slammed into Millie’s body, creating this chain reaction of unbridled passion that reverberated between them all. Tom’s body dripped in sweat and Millie got to see all the glory pass before her eyes, and just knowing that Claudia was getting fucked while she was craving it made her want Tom so badly that it all added to the potent cocktail of pleasure, and through bleary eyes she watched a
s Claudia’s body jerked and her face contorted with pleasure.
Millie’s inner thighs were drenched and she was moaning loudly as Tom fucked Claudia, and then, all of a sudden, Tom threw Claudia aside and moved forward, sliding himself inside Millie’s begging lips. He thrust swiftly and Millie felt her body mold itself to his length and girth, feeling him fill her up and threaten to tear her apart. Claudia, breathless, made her way to lock lips with Millie, and Tom’s arms shot out and braced himself either side of Millie’s head. She felt trapped and hot and it was all so passionate she couldn’t believe the heat surging through her body. Oh Millie’s body sang with a vibrant harmony and she kept begging for Tom to give her more. The shackles rang out as she writhed from side to side. Her body was ablaze, the sheets that she lay on may as well have burst into flame such was the heat emanating from her soul. Sweat stung her eyes and her throat was raw from screaming so loudly as she felt Tom pound her harder and harder until he tensed and jerked violently, and Millie felt everything flood out in a relentless orgasmic flood. Claudia was on side of her and Tom was in front, and Millie was in between them both, delirious and breathless, and ready to begin her eternal life with the two of them.
THE END
Ghosts Inside
Chapter 1
Rita stormed into her editor’s office and threw down the e-mail she had printed out.
“Let me call you back,” he said, and placed the phone down. He made a steeple with his hands and sighed, looking at her wearily. It wasn’t the first time she had made a gesture like this and he was sure that it wouldn’t be the last. Rita was glowering at him and refused to sit down when he offered. She had her hands on her hips and her flaming hair accentuated her anger. Her heart-shaped face was screwed up and her eyes shot daggers at him.
“You can’t keep giving me this crap,” she said. Steve leaned forward and picked up the paper she had thrown down straightening it out and then laying it flat on his desk so that it was in line with everything else. Everything in the office had its proper place and he hated chaos, and Rita was chaos personified.
“What’s wrong now Rita? I give you these assignments because I think you’re capable of doing them. Why are you never happy with the work I give you?”
“Because it’s all crap! You never give me the good stuff. What about that exposé on the charity using profits to go and gamble in Vegas? Of course Rick gets that yet again.” As she mentioned Rick she rolled her eyes. He always got the best assignments.
“Rick has a proven track record at these sorts of things. I trust him with them.”
“That’s because you always give them to him! How am I ever going to get a proven track record if I never get a chance?”
“I did give you a chance, with the pet grooming service that were using drugs to make the pets appear to be in better condition, and look how that turned out,” he calmly reminded her. Rita’s furious temper calmed somewhat as she was reminded of this and she slumped down into the chair. She pushed her hair back away from her forehead and tapped her fingers against the armrest. Steve clenched his jaw and tried not to say anything, but the noise was irking him yet he knew if he said anything it would only provoke her, and she was in a bad enough mood already.
“Yes, well, that wasn’t really my fault I was just trying to reveal the truth.”
“You are a journalist, not a cop. You’re job isn’t to capture these people, it’s to write articles about them so we can inform our readers. It’s not difficult. I don’t know why you always want to make it so complicated.”
“I’m just trying to make a difference here. And we all make mistakes. I don’t think I deserve to be benched with all this stuff just because I messed up once.” She stopped tapping and Steve breathed a sigh of relief, but then she started playing with the things on Steve’s desk, rearranging them in small ways.
“Would you mind not doing that,” he said, reaching over and placing a hand on hers. She made an apologetic face.
“Look,” he continued, “you’re a good reporter and I’m glad you’re a part of this team but sometimes you can get a little too…enthusiastic. I simply can’t trust you with the big stories because you want to become the story but you can’t do that. You have to remain objective and separate. Once you can prove to me you can do that then I’ll start giving you more serious work. At the moment though, this is the way it has to be. You’ve got the talent but you have to back that up and show me what you’re made of. Do a good job on this and we can talk about things. That’s the best I can do.”
Rita scowled but she had no way to retort. She rose and grabbed the e-mail from his hands.
“I’m going to do the best damn job on this and you’re going to see what I’m capable of,” she growled.
“I hope you do, all I want is your best work,” he said, and raised his eyebrows. After she left he breathed a sigh of relief and shook his head, then picked up his phone and resumed the call that had been interrupted.
Meanwhile, Rita slammed the door behind her and stormed through the office. People stood aside as they saw that she was on the warpath. She had been working there long enough for them to know when to avoid her. She sat down at her desk and slammed her palms on the desk, causing it to jump, and some coffee spilled. It scalded her thigh and she cursed before taking a deep breath in an effort to calm herself down.
“Went well then?” Marie said. She was sitting at the desk opposite Rita.
“Oh yeah, swell,” Rita said.
“I’m guess you couldn’t switch the assignments.”
“Nope. Rick gets all the best ones because he’s the best apparently. Even though his writing sends me to sleep. I think I’m in the wrong place. Nobody here wants to take any risks it’s all just writing the same thing day after day. Now I’m stuck interviewing ghost hunters. I mean what kind of crap is that?! Do people still believe in this stuff?”
“You know you shouldn’t be so dismissive. There are things out there that we can’t understand.”
“Only for the naïve and delusional people. I’m sure ghosts have better things to do than wander around abandoned houses scaring people. Sheesh, if I was a ghost that would be the last thing I would want to do.”
“What would you do then?”
“I have no idea. I wouldn’t be a ghost in the first place. They don’t exist!” She threw her hands up and angrily tapped at the keyboard, the keys clacking in machine gunfire staccato. Marie smirked and shook her head in amusement.
“But if you were Rita, just humor me.” Rita exhaled and took a break from typing.
“I don’t know, presumably if I was a ghost I’d be caught between worlds so there would have to be another world for me to explore. I’d probably go there. It would have to be more exciting than hanging around the same old places. But if I was stuck here then I don’t know, I’d go sneak into some movies, or Ryan Gosling’s house. Yeah, actually, that’s a place I think I could haunt for a while.” Both women had far-off looks in their eyes as they thought about the gorgeous movie star. They sighed, and smiled at each other.
“One day I’ll meet him and have his babies,” Marie said.
“You’ll have to fight me off first,” Rita playfully teased, before furrowing her brow as she looked at her assignment once more. “I don’t know how I’m going to write this seriously. I can’t believe he wants me to write it as if these people really are hunting ghosts. I am not in the mood to have to listen to their lies. Do you think they actually believe in what they’re doing?”
Marie shrugged. “I have no idea. I guess it’s like psychics, a lot of them are con artists but I’m sure there are many of them who actually believe in what they do. People enjoy it though, it’s not like anyone is forced to watch the show.”
“No, but if it’s fake they should admit it. Too many people take it at face value and the people they get on there, I mean, they make a lot of money off this I think it is bad form to lie to their fans.”
“Welcome to showbi
z, what do you expect? That’s the nature of the beast. Please don’t go on a crusade this time. It’s not going to do you any good, and you’re not going to uncover some grand conspiracy here. Even if you do prove them as frauds people aren’t going to stop believing in ghosts, and ten other shows about ghost hunters are going to replace it. Just do yourself a favor and do what Steve asked. You know he’s right. If you just did the stuff he assigned and didn’t put your own…unique spin on it you’d be getting to do the things you want to do. I just think he wants to know that you can actually tow the line and not go off and do your own thing.”
“You’re probably right,” Rita admitted, “I suppose it can’t hurt. At least if I do this I’ll be able to find out for sure what these people use to make all the different effects. Guess we all have to pay our dues. If I get through this I can write proper stories. And it’s not like I’ll have to actually meet a ghost.”
Chapter 2
Rita still wasn’t enthused by the assignment but she was more at peace with it. It meant that she was out of the office for a while, which was always a good thing as she hated the office life. When she had initially tried being a writer she wanted to be a novelist, traveling around the world and writing about her experiences but that hadn’t worked out and she’d fallen into journalism, which was fine but it meant that she was often stuck behind a desk. This assignment required her to go to the outskirts of the state to the small town of August Cove. She had never heard of it before and she didn’t expect much, but her face still fell when she reached it because it looked like an abandoned, well, she hated to use this word to describe it but it looked like a ghost town. She drove her car though the main street and peered out of the windshield to try and see any signs of life. Doors hung off buildings, signs were askew, paint had faded off the storefronts and it all looked incredibly sad.
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