A Vampire's Kiss

by Alexis Taylor

  “Uh…” Ryan spread his hands helplessly. He had no idea how she expected him to fulfill that part of the bargain, especially since it meant getting up early.

  “Now I’ll probably be fired. This is the third time I’m late this week!” she said while rushing past Ryan. She had her blouse halfway done up, and wasted no time running into the living room, slipping her feet in her shoes, and rushing out the door. She didn’t even spare a single ‘goodbye’ on her way out.

  Ryan stared after her and again scratched his head. He would never understand that little interaction. Anyway, for him, this was as good a conclusion as any to his relationship with this girl – no names shared, and a clean goodbye in the morning.

  Suddenly, it dawned on Ryan why he had slept in the living room. He had promised to wake this girl up in the morning, and set – or thought he set – the alarm on his cell phone, which was tethered to its charger in the living room. He had been too drunk to bother moving it, so once he set it – after having sex with the girl – he just fell asleep right on the sofa.

  He wondered whether he even managed to set the alarm successfully last night. Even if he had, he doubted the quiet ring would have woken him up this morning. Still, he went over to the couch, sat down, and picked the phone up from the floor.

  Sure enough, the alarm was going off – except that his phone, for whatever reason, was set on silent. He had to laugh at the whole situations. Inadvertently, he had slept through an alarm he set, pissing off the girl he had slept with, but managed to make things better for himself by not having to deal with a lengthy farewell this morning. He smirked again in a self-satisfied manner. Things had turned out very well indeed.

  He started clicking through his phone to turn the alarm off, and noticed the text message notification icon blinking fervently on the top bar. He clicked it, wondering who the message might be from. He hadn’t checked his phone since arriving; in fact, he hadn’t even turned it on until last night to set the alarm. There was no need to.

  What he found surprised him. A barrage of unread text messages greeted him, along with a few missed calls. And all but one came from the same person: Veronica. The girl from back home in Boston.

  Ryan’s eyes widened as he read her messages. The first were innocent enough, wishing him a fun trip with a wink at the end. The latter started being more specific, asking him where he was staying and how long he was going to be there. And finally, at the end, came the revelation: she had decided to come to Ibiza with her friends, and had arrived last night. And she wanted to meet.

  Ryan chuckled in spite of himself. He’d never had such a flurry of girls in his life before, and now, much to his pleasant surprise, there were ones coming from back in Boston to visit him here. Well, not exactly – he was sure Veronica was coming just as much because this was a great spring break destination as to see him – but it was still quite a story to tell.

  He couldn’t wait for his friends to get up so he could share the news. But he had to text her back as well. Hmm. She said she had landed here yesterday, so if he replied now he wouldn’t seem too desperate to want to see her. He was excited, though. Damn excited. If he managed to sleep with Veronica while on vacation, as well as all the other girls he’s been with so far, it would just be an absolutely consummate end to the trip.

  He went through various texts he could send in his mind before settling on one. He typed it out and hit “send.” It was a simple message:

  Excited you came! We’re in the Hilton by the beach, let’s meet up tonight.

  Nothing fancy, and right to the point. Obviously if she had taken the effort to let him know that she was here, she was willing to meet up. But just how willing she would be to do more in the follow-up was be up to him…

  He looked up as the door to one of the rooms opened, and the redhead from last night tip-toed out. She closed the door gently, and jumped when she saw Ryan.

  “Morning,” Ryan offered.

  “Good morning,” she giggled.

  “You had a good time with us last night?”

  “Better than I could have imagined,” she said dreamily.

  “Well, that’s good.”

  “Umm… your friend won’t be mad, will he? If I go now?”

  “Who, Jamie?” She nodded and bit her lip. “Nah, not at all,” Ryan said.

  “Whew,” she sighed. “That’s a relief.”

  “So I take it you’re not going to stick around for breakfast with us, then?”

  “No, to be honest… my daddy’s waiting outside to pick me up now.”

  Ryan looked at her askance. “Liberal in your relationship with your father, I take it?”

  “Huh?” she looked confused. “What do you mean?”

  “Never mind,” Ryan said, waving it away. “I’ll just tell Jamie you said goodbye, and I’ll send your regrets that you missed him.”

  “That would be great,” she smiled. She was wearing the miniskirt from last night that showed off her long, elegant legs. Legs that Ryan realized he would love to slide his hands along.

  “You know,” he said, “I don’t think it would be too remiss if you stayed just a little bit longer. I can make a mean American breakfast for you.”

  “Aww, that’s so nice.” She looked at Ryan thoughtfully before shaking her head. “But I really must go.” Just as she was at the door, she turned back to wink at him. “You know, it’s too bad I met your friend before I met you.” And then she was gone.

  Ryan folded his arms against his chest and sat back. Looked like whatever he was doing right on this trip was still working. He’d never had a girl admit that they would have rather had him than one of his friends, especially after presumably having sex with his friend the night before! Ibiza was a crazy place.

  His stomach rumbled, and he got up to see if there was any food left in the mini-fridge. To his dismay, it was completely empty. Then he heard his phone buzz with a notification.

  He walked back to the couch, and unlocked his phone. He had a new message. It was from Veronica. He opened it and read quickly:

  I’d luv to meet 2nite! me & the girls are going to infinity, its rite by ur hotel! shud we stop by b4?

  Ryan smiled. If she was this forthcoming, replying to his message so quickly, it meant that things tonight might go very smoothly indeed. He typed out a reply and sent it off:

  Definitely! We’ll have the drinks, you bring the party! It’ll be a blast

  Barely a few seconds later, she replied again:

  Wats ur room #

  Jesus, this was ridiculously easy. Ryan sent her the room number, and threw his phone to the other side of the couch. A great start to the day already. Except for the hollow feeling in his stomach from a lack of food, of course. He decided that it was late enough in the day for him not to feel too guilty about waking his friends up, and got up to walk over to Brett’s door. Just as he was about to knock, he picked up on some soft moaning inside. He smiled – it looked like his friend was enjoying another round this morning. Choosing to leave him alone, he went over to Jamie’s room – as he already knew that Jamie’s girl left – and knocked loudly on the door.

  “Yea?” Jamie called sleepily from the other side.

  “It’s me,” Ryan said. He heard some shuffling, and then Jamie called, “Come on in!”

  Ryan opened to door to find Jamie on his bed with the sheets pulled up halfway to his chest.

  “You know, I had a girl here earlier…” Jamie said happily, motioning over to the empty spot on the be beside him.

  “I saw,” Ryan said. “Actually, I met her on her way out. She sent her regrets for having to leave you without saying bye.”

  “Did she, now?” Jamie looked amused. “She was feisty in bed, that one.” Then he looked at Ryan. “And you? God knows you were on fire last night. How was the girl you decided to bring back?”

  “Not bad,” Ryan said coyly, and Jamie laughed.

  “What a vacation so far, huh?” he said to Ryan. “Is this everythin
g we could ever ask for or what?”

  “Absolutely man. Except that I could do with some breakfast right about now.”

  “Damn man, me too.” Jamie stretched both arms above his head. “Sex all night makes you hungry in the morning, doesn’t it?”

  “I wouldn’t know,” Ryan said in a self-deprecating way, “I only banged my girl once last night. Then I went and passed out on the couch.”

  Jamie burst out laughing. “On the couch?” he asked, wiping a pretend tear away, “did she repulse you so you didn’t want to lie with her after?”

  “Quite the opposite,” Ryan explained. “In fact, she was so hot that I nearly fucked her again this morning. Unfortunately for me, she had to run out, much like your girl.”

  Jamie nodded in understanding. “It’s not bad here, huh?” he said. “The girls understand a one night stand when they see it, and don’t linger to make things awkward in the morning.”

  “It’s great,” Ryan beamed. “Actually, I’ve got some news for you that you wouldn’t believe.”

  “What?”

  “Take a guess.”

  “Does it have anything to do with the girls from last night?”

  “Nope.”

  “Anything to do with females in general?”

  “Yup.”

  “Jesus, I don’t know. You called some hookers in for us?”

  “Almost,” Ryan said. “You remember those girls from back in Boston? Ashley and her friends?”

  “Oh yea!” Jamie said excitedly, remembering. “They were hot!”

  “Well, it just so happens that a group of them came out to Ibiza yesterday.”

  “What? No way!”

  “Yea way, man. Remember Veronica, the girl I nearly hooked up with?”

  “The brunette from Seattle? How could I forget? You wouldn’t shut up about her until you got here.”

  “I didn’t talk about her that much,” Ryan defended. “But anyway, I looked at my phone this morning for the first time this trip, and had a whole bunch of texts from her. She told me that she decided to come out here with her friends.”

  “Damn, what are the odds, huh?”

  “And,” Ryan said in a proud voice, “she told me that she wants to meet us before we go out. Tonight.”

  “Tonight?” Jamie scrubbed his eyes. “Wow, that’s some great news. Totally out of the blue, though. Did she say if Ashley was with her?”

  “I don’t know. But we’re going to find out soon enough.”

  “So I take it you already coordinated things with them, then?”

  “Sure did. They’re going to be coming here before hitting the club.”

  “Perfect, man. It’ll be great to establish a home base with them beforehand. Somewhere they feel comfortable coming back to after the party.”

  “Exactly,” Ryan answered. “Anyway, I’m starving. You want to get some food?”

  “Yea, sure. Did you wake Brett?”

  “I wanted to, but his door was locked. You know what that means…”

  “He’s having another go with his girl,” Jamie said with a grin. “Good for him.”

  “So you want to go, then?”

  “Yea, just let me just shower quickly and we can leave.”

  **

  A knock at the door got Ryan’s attention first. He looked to his two friends, who were sitting around him, dressed and ready to go out, on the couches in the middle of their hotel living room. The sun had nearly set outside, creating another electric atmosphere for another night of clubbing.

  “The girls are here,” Ryan announced excitedly.

  “Already? I didn’t even hear them knock.” Jamie said.

  “Me neither,” Brett confirmed, but Ryan was already up and striding to the door.

  “You guys need your ears checked,” Ryan said dismissively before grandly swinging the door open.

  Out in the hall, a group of girls stood huddled together. There must have been six or seven of them, and all were dressed in bright slutty little outfits. Ryan, however, only had eyes for Veronica, who was standing shyly off to the side.

  “Welcome,” Ryan announced, sweeping his arm majestically to show off the inside of the room, “it’s good to see you all.”

  “You must be… Ryan,” one of the girls giggled. Ryan nodded with a smile, and the whole group erupted into tipsy laughter.

  “Come in, come in,” Ryan said, standing aside to let the girls pass. They came through the door one by one, and Veronica was the last one to come in. Ryan stopped her by the arm.

  “I’m really glad you came,” he said under his breath, just barely loud enough for her to hear.

  “I’m glad, too,” she said while looking down at her feet. Then she slowly raised her head, and looked up at Ryan through those thick, dark lashes. Her eyes burned with passion and desire. Just as quickly, she looked away, back to her friends, who were already introducing themselves to Jamie and Brett, and ran up to them. Ryan chuckled. He knew how badly she wanted him. This was going to be too easy.

  Ryan picked up a bottle of Crown Royal from the counter by the door and walked over to the group of girls, who were all giggling and laughing while Jamie was telling some sort of story. Ryan strode boldly to the center of the group, getting everyone’s attention, and raised the bottle above his head.

  “Who’s ready to do some shots?” he asked. Cries of “me,” and “I am,” and “let’s do it!” erupted from the girls. One even reached to take the bottle from Ryan, but he pulled it away.

  “Nuh-uh-uh,” he warned, “you girls don’t get this until you introduce yourselves properly. To me and both my friends.”

  “A drinking game?” one of them asked excitedly.

  “That’s right,” Ryan answered. “But one we play by our rules.”

  “Fine,” the same girl said challengingly. She was short and blonde, with a fluorescent green top that stretched tightly to reveal generous tits. “We’re up for it. What are the rules?”

  “Well,” Ryan said with a wink, “as you can see, there are three of us…“ he nodded to himself and his two friends, “and there are… four, five, six, seven of you,” he counted. “I need you all to pair up. Doesn’t matter with who. In fact, one of the groups will have three.” He leaned back and waited.

  The girls looked at one another in some confusion, but then a few shrugged and grabbed their friends to get into pairs.

  “Dude, what are you doing?” Jamie hissed while the girls started tagging their partners. “I’ve never heard of this game before.”

  “Just you wait,” Ryan assured him, “it’s going to be good.” Ryan saw from the girls’ mannerisms that they’ve all had a fair bit to drink beforehand, so were likely to be more amenable to anything he suggested to them right at this time. Hey, if they were drunk and in high spirits, he might as well take advantage of their excitement.

  “Alright,” Ryan announced once the girls had all paired up. “Now, I need all of you to go stand behind the far couch. Jamie, Brett, you guys come sit on this one with me.” The girls obeyed easily, and Jamie and Brett both came over to sit beside Ryan on the wide leather sofa. The arrangement that emerged was one where the girls all stood in a line directly in front of Ryan and his friends, who leaned leisurely back on the sofa to watch.

  “Ok, this is how it’s going to work,” Ryan said. “We’re going to be the judges, and you girls are the contestants.”

  “Contestants for what?” one of them spoke up.

  “For a beauty pageant.” Ryan winked back. “There’s three of us here, and seven of you. Each pair gets to display their sexiest moves for us, and the two we like best moves into the final round. The losers – ahem, I mean, the girls who don’t win – gets to come and judge the finale with us.”

  “And what does the winner get?” one of the girls asked.

  “A night with me,” Ryan laughed. After some abashed looks, he spread his hands, “he-ey, I’m just kidding. Hell if I know what the winner gets. But everyone has to take
shots before each round.”

  “Yea, I’ll do it,” one of the girls said, and strutted out around the couch, dragging her partner with her. “Our shots, please?”

  Ryan poured each of them a shot, and handed it over. They clinked their glasses, then raised their heads to down the drink. And then – to Ryan’s complete surprise – started spontaneously making out with one another. Ryan watched in amazement as each girl’s hands explored the other’s body, grabbing tits, squeezing thighs, and caressing hair. When they pulled away from each other, they looked at Ryan and his friends expectantly.

  “Well then,” Jamie said breathlessly. “We can’t rule these girls out.”

  “What are your names?” Ryan asked. “That was the point of getting this whole thing going, after all.”

  “I’m Stacy,” the leader of the two proclaimed, “and this is my bestie, Jacky.”

  “Nice to meet you girls,” Brett said. “You two can come sit with me while we keep this going.” The girls jumped to sit on either side of Brett, and he put an arm around each of them triumphantly.

  “So,” Ryan said slowly to the rest of the group, “are any of you up to trying to best that display, or should we crown Stacy and Jacky the winners already?”

  “I’ll do it,” the blonde in the green top announced. “But I’m going to need some music. And another shot!”

  “No problem,” Ryan said, and got up. “I’ll go get an iPod – I know there’s a dock here for it somewhere. Jamie, why don’t you pour everyone another shot? And give two to blondie over there.”

  “Sure thing,” Jamie said, and reached for the bottle. Ryan went to his room, but snuck a glance back at the girls still lined up behind the couch. While the rest of them were starting to make their way across to get their drinks, Veronica just stood looking after him. Their eyes met, and she blushed and looked away. Ryan came into his room feeling on top of the world.