by TW Gallier
Antoinette looked spectacular in a strapless, form-fitting black evening gown. Her shimmering brown hair flowed down across her milky shoulders in silken waves down to the middle of her back. Everything about her was perfect: hair, makeup, diamond jewelry, manicure. There was no doubt in my mind that she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen, if not the most beautiful in the world. That gorgeous.
It was hard to believe something that beautiful had such a foul nature. She was a woman that took great delight in subjugating others, especially women. Boney swore she was in the prostitution business for the sheer pleasure she got from forcing others to debase and demean themselves. She was a billionaire, and didn't need the few millions she earned off prostitution each year.
With Antoinette were three of the women she'd subjugated: Angelique, Lorelei, and Lolita. Foremost among them was Angelique, also a French woman, she was a prostitute that Clive Honeywell Changed and kept as a consort. She was one hundred and fifty-six years old, looked thirty, but possessed almost no vampiric powers outside of morphing into a bat or wolf, and I only assumed she could do that since I’d never seen her morph.
Lolita Giorgi was a fifty-one year old vampire, but looked twenty-five since she was Changed at that age. Her older sister, Lorelei, was fifty-five, but looked a mere sixteen. Lorelei was the witch of the two sisters. Both were tall and athletic, with brown hair and brown eyes. Since being captured by Antoinette, they'd gone through a transformation. Lorelei was now Antoinette's loyal and devoted witch, and Lolita was a call girl.
All three women were dressed in a similar theme that I suspected was more Antoinette than their own fashion tastes. Angelique adored dressing in latex and leather, but the Giorgi sisters never did. Tonight, though, all three were in full red and black latex, with matching red thigh boots. Not exactly dominatrix outfits, but highly sexual nonetheless.
I actually felt sorry for them, though all were my sworn enemies. Amazingly they didn’t look overly affected by the sensual power radiating from their mistress, rather all three stood behind Antoinette’s couch and looked bored witless. I wished I knew how they could ignore that power, because it bedeviled my libido something awful, and one grew tired of biting one’s very sensitive tongue rather quickly.
Using my vampiric link to Dane, my eyes zeroed in on him down in the dance area. I sensed he was highly aroused, but managing to maintain control of his senses. He was feeling some pain in the lips and tongue, and I realized he was doing what I did to fight off Antoinette's power. Dane was biting his tongue and lips hard enough to draw blood. I healed right away, he did not.
Good for you, I thought.
I could heal his injuries later. It was good to be a vampire, some times. Knowing he was relatively safe helped me to concentrate of the problem before me. There was no getting around Antoinette undetected.
"So, Antoinette, is Valerie letting you play Queen of the Carnival?" I said. I looked her three surprised minions over contemptuously. I know, not the brightest ploy but I was short of ideas. "I see you have the latex clowns all lined up and ready."
Angelique barely took the effort to glance over her shoulder. Lolita and Lorelei both cast hateful looks at me. They were both captured and subjugated while tangling with me, so I'm sure they blamed me for their downfall. People like that never accept the blame for their own actions.
Antoinette slanted a sultry look at me, then turned away and surveyed the crowd below. It was rather dismissive. I kept walking slowly, ready to move in any direction in half a heartbeat. Angelique wasn’t a fighter, but both Lorelei and Lolita were quite willing to leap feet first into a fight.
I noticed something down below, at the edge of the dance floor. Mercedes was walking around, sniffing the air. Was she after Dane? Could she find him like that in human form? The woman seemed obsessed with him.
"Boney warned me you were rather impetuous," Antoinette said, reclaiming my attention. "Are you here to stake me?"
The idea seemed to amuse her.
"Not yet," I said, emphasis on "yet." I smiled at Lorelei when she bristled. "But actually, I’m working on something else. I have questions and information you might find useful."
"Really? What could you possibly know that I would find useful?"
"Timothy Saxon has been kidnapped," I said, pausing and giving her a meaningful look. Antoinette perked up, her blue eyes suddenly intense on me. I waggled my eyebrows smugly at her, then continued my slow strut. "Your surprise tells me that Jeff Howell failed to warn you, too. Well, it looks like a group of vampires are trying to recruit him. You know Timmy, don’t you? They took him away from his family, and I’ve been hired to find him before they Change him. Would you know of anyone that might want to recruit one of your accountants?"
I rounded the couch. She looked me up and down, but then her eye locked on mine and grew more intense. I really wanted to see what was going on downstairs, but couldn't allow myself to be distracted so close to Antoinette.
"Jeff knows? When did he know?"
Oh, she was so suspicious. She had good reason to be suspicious. Antoinette preyed ruthlessly on other vampires, and understood better than most the consequences of losing those unholy battles. The best I could figure she was the biggest dog in town, with lots of slightly smaller dogs nipping at her heels.
"I told him yesterday evening, but he seemed more concerned with trying to capture me and give me to Valerie St. Clair," I said. I grinned roguishly. Then I glanced around, pretending I was checking to see if the other vampires in the VIP area were listening. They were, but I looked the downstairs over. Mercedes was closing on Dane, who seemed unaware of the danger. I turned back to Antoinette, making my sapphire eyes flash to cover my concern. "I threw Jeff through a wall, and tore all his little friends new assholes before I left. Oh, and I blew up his limo."
They all stared at me. I shrugged and stepped in closer to Antoinette. I had to wrap it up with Antoinette and get downstairs.
"He didn’t call you?" I said. "Hmm, well he didn’t seem that concerned, either. I wonder if he could be the one who grabbed Timmy Saxon? I’ll have to look into that."
Antoinette’s eyes clouded as she looked inward. I fought the urge to smile. There’s nothing I’d love to see more than my two most dangerous foes fighting each other.
"So, you don't know anything about Timmy's disappearance?" I said.
"Of course not," Antoinette said, reaching down into her purse and pulling out her phone. "That'll be all, Sable."
Lolita, Lorelei, and Angelique came around both ends of the couch. They forced me backwards, away from their undead mistress as Antoinette began calling her people. More damage control. That's all any of the vampires cared about.
Angelique stopped near Antoinette's head and glared at me. Guess she hadn't forgiven me for chopping off her sister's head. But if any undead fiend deserved to be killed the rest of the way, it was Dominique.
"You made a big mistake coming here," Lorelei said. She was wearing a red latex halter dress, with an odd black "jacket" over it that laced up the long sleeves and had a big cutout over her boobs. It had three buckles: one at the throat, two across her belly. Garters hung off the hem, holding up red stockings that came out above her red thigh boots.
"Major big mistake," her sister Lolita said. She wore a shiny red latex bustier dress, with red-patent thigh boots.
Lorelei began to chant something low under her breath. The ruby ring on the witch's right middle finger began to glow. She was bound to a demon for her magic, which made her a black witch. White witches channeled angel magic.
Lolita moved opposite her sister. Those two always ganged up on me. So I seized a waitress passing too close. She was a perky little brunette with bangs and big silicone boobs. The waitress couldn't have been over five two, so she was easy to lift and throw. And I threw her straight into Lorelei, ending her spellcasting.
"Bitch!" Lolita screamed, and attacked.
The dark-haired vamp had a couple decades
on me as a vampire, so she was probably faster, definitely physically stronger and had been in many more fights than I ever dreamed of engaging in. But I had martial arts training.
Lolita threw a wild right cross at my face. My left forearm blocked, and I straight finger thrust my right hand into her throat. Vampires don't have to breathe, but when I crushed her windpipe she stopped to cough and gag and clutch at her throat. I kicked her in the belly, doubling her up. Another kick to the back of the legs sent her crashing to her knees. Then I seized her chin and the back of her head, and snapped her neck.
"That felt good," I said, grinning at Lorelei as she staggered to her feet. Antoinette only gave an annoyed glance at Lolita. "You're still mortal, witch. Your sister will survive the broken neck, you wouldn't." I could smell the fear oozing out of her pores. "If you mess with me anymore, I'll rip your head off."
The Giorgi Girls did very bad things to me once, and came way too close to killing Desiree. I kinda hoped she'd push me too far.
"Leave them alone," Antoinette commanded.
I glanced over at her, and she caught my eye. A wave of pure sensual power hit me. Yeah, I staggered back a step. Maybe three. It was enough that I forgot the VIP Lounge was multileveled, and I fell backwards to the next level.
"Hello, Sable," Mercedes said, standing over me with four of her wolves to either side.
"Isn't this area only for vampires?" I said. "And their fang whores. Does that make you a fang whore?"
"Oh, yes, I love to be bitten," she said. "But that's not why I'm allowed up."
I cast out with my vampiric senses. Gabe was fine, though a little agitated I wasn't there yet. Dane was fine, too. He was highly aroused, though. Not having sex. Yet. It occurred to me it was closing on midnight, and I had to find him before that. We just had to be kissing at midnight. I was a little superstitious in that area.
Rising to my feet as gracefully as possible, I noticed her attending wolves watched me with growing lust. Antoinette's erotic power was doing a number on them, as well as me. I started to sink my fangs into my tongue, when one of the wolves reached out and stroked my hair.
"Oh," I gasped, surprised.
Our eyes locked, suddenly I was hyper horny. That could've happened without Antoinette's interference, but with her power overwhelming my senses it made it nearly impossible to avoid.
"You are very beautiful," he said.
I remembered him from the Crimson Knot, the night Mercedes caught me. Mercedes called him "Woody." She spent the night demonstrating her skills with a bullwhip. For the record, she's good.
The four werewolves with Mercedes were tall, muscular, and handsome. My first thought was she bit a bunch of male strippers. They had long hair, fierce eyes, and sculpted bodies. None of them were wearing their usual dark suits, but jeans, t-shirts, and leather jackets.
"She looks needy, boys. Take good care of Sable, as a favor to me," she said.
"No. No. No," I said, shaking my head to clear it. My throat was so tight it was hard to speak. "I have...oh." Another werewolf started caressing my rump. It felt so good butterflies erupted deep in my belly and my chest tightened up, too. "No, I can't. I have to find Dane. I have to be with him at midnight."
"Don't worry about Dane," Woody said, still stroking my hair. "Me and the boys will take much better care of you than that pathetic mortal."
Attila was the wolf rubbing my tush. He was also with Mercedes the night she whipped me. He was the tallest, most over-muscled, and scariest looking. His black hair was down to his waist, and loose.
"I'm first," Woody said. He was the lone blonde, with his hair pulled back in a ponytail. "Then Attila, Chucho, and Zeke."
I felt a feeling of danger coming from Dane. That gave me the strength to push them away. Dane needed me. Then a second later the danger turned to fear.
"Leave me alone before I bite the lot of you," I said, heading for the stairs off the VIP Lounge. Dane's fear was fading, turning to lust. If I had a gun I would shoot Antoinette in the heart, just to stop her from radiating lust and need so intensely. Then a vampire on another couch reached out and grabbed my left wrist. "Hey!"
"Join me," he said. "I am Seamas and I've admired you a long time."
He was the prettiest man I ever saw. Not the least bit handsome. Pretty. Girly pretty. I think he even plucked his eyebrows, and his long brown hair was styled in a decidedly feminine fashion.
"Doubtful. I've only been a vamp three and a half months," I said. "Now let go."
With his other hand, Seamas reached down and pulled his penis out of a waitress's mouth. My eyes widened and my mouth began to water. I swear Antoinette intensified her erotic power. I wanted nothing more than to wrap my lips around that thick shaft and go down on him.
"She's with us," Attila said, and grabbed the vamp's thumb. He quickly, though not easily, pried Seamas's hand off my wrist. Chucho wrapped his left arm around my waist and cupped my left breast with his right hand. "You can have her after we're through with her."
That was a mistake. They had me. I was so overwhelmingly horny I was going to do whatever those four wolves wanted to do. And then I wanted to return to Seamas and ride him for a while. And then Attila said that, and anger flared.
"After you're through with me?" I said, and shoved Chucho away. I punched him in the throat. "Pig! I'm not some whore to be given away."
"No you're not," Zeke said, moving up close beside me and starting to stroke my back. He was the shortest, broadest of the four werewolves, but still sex feet tall. He also used the same aftershave as Dane, and I closed my eyes as I breathed in that familiar, beloved scent. "You are a young, beautiful woman, Sable. Strong and determined, every man wants you, every woman wants to be you."
Deep down, part of me said, "Really?" Normally, I'd laugh and walk away if someone said something like that to me. But I was still too aroused to walk away from anyone. And seconds later I was surrounded by four horny werewolves, all caressing and nuzzling my body.
The butterflies in my belly turned to molten lust and desire. The wolves were trying to get me out of my bustier top and pants. I let them touch me anywhere they wanted so I could concentrate of batting away any hands that went to my clothes' few fasteners, but keeping them away from the bustier's zipper in back was harder.
Drowning in Zeke's scent, the vamp pheromones filling the air and eight talented hands constantly on my body, I was falling fast. I had to save Dane from Mercedes' dark lusts, but my body and own dark nature wanted to get lost in carnal pleasure. In no time those wicked wolves had me panting, head lolling about.
Zeke pulled my chin around, and kissed me. I kissed back, hungrily. Turning to face him, he enfolded me within his thick arms and I groaned wantonly. I knew, deep down, I was being deftly manipulated and seduced, but I didn't care. I didn't care when one of them finally unzipped my top, and pulled it off my body while I was distracted by Zeke.
"Dane?" I said, realizing he was highly aroused, too.
I remembered Mercedes. He was not immune to her appeal. She was very pretty, I admitted that, but she was a werewolf thug, an enforcer for the vampire mafia, a killer. And that was on top of being an alpha werewolf, and leader of the Trudeau Family pack. Worst of all, she didn't hide the fact she wanted Dane.
"I have to go," I said, and wiggled out of that circle of werewolves.
My link to Dane led my eyes straight to him. He was on the second level. The crowd half hid him, but I could see well enough to know he was with Mercedes. The alpha bitch was topless and hanging all over him.
"Nice set," Woody said. How did he get next to me without me hearing him? Was I that distracted by need and Dane?
"What?" I said. I hated it when they confused me. I had enough trouble.
"Nice rack," Woody said. "You have an incredible body, Sable. So beautiful."
We locked eyes. He wasn't playing me. I could tell. He meant it. Have to admit, I was flattered. What woman didn't want everyone to think she was beautiful? Then
another wave of Antoinette's power hit me and the wolves, and we all gasped.
The four wolves were all hands and lips. I writhed in their midst a long moment, slowly losing the desire to escape. When Chucho claimed my lips in a passionate clench I stopped struggling. A tremble raced up my spine when my body realized I was not fighting them anymore, and was surrendering to my own lusts and needs.
I slanted a look up at Antoinette and gang. They were watching with smug looks on their faces as Chucho and Attila each claimed of one of my breasts and started sucking on my nipples. Was that ancient vampire focusing her power on me and the werewolves? Could she do that? Then I noticed that everyone else in the VIP Lounge was paired off and humping madly, vampire and mortal alike, so it wasn't just me.
"So damned beautiful," Woody said again, pressing up behind me. I turned my head and looked up into his face. He was giving me the hungriest look I've ever encountered, and it stoked my libido to white hot.
Reaching up, I pulled his face down to me and kissed him. I thrust my tongue deep into his mouth, and we started that sweet tango I loved so much. The four of us moaned and groaned for a while there, savoring the feel of intimate skin-on-skin contact.
"Help me out of these damned boots," I said, panting. The wolves weren't moving with the sense of urgency I wanted, and I was getting frustrating. "Hurry. I'm going to explode or something."
The sound of those two long zippers was music to my ears. My belly started to quiver and I felt my sex tingling, moist and hot. I unfastened my belt and pants, and sighed when Woody lifted me up, feet off the floor. Attila and Chucho could each pull off a boot, and then Zeke pulled the pants off my body.
"You boys work good together," I said, grinning sultrily at them. They all froze, masks of carnal hunger on all their faces. My vampire pheromones were mixed in with Antoinette's erotic power, driving them wild with desire. "Strip. First one naked gets to have me first."
That's the fastest I've ever seen any man get naked. Clothes were flying everywhere. Attila overbalanced, and fell over onto Zeke. Zeke cried out and fell into Chucho, who grabbed for Woody. Woody proved too fast, and dodged aside with his pants down around his ankles, so he did a header at my feet.