I’m so fucking hungry and bored. Where the hell is Wyatt? He said he’d be back soon, but that was an hour ago. It’s Saturday night at Bellezza, a busy New York City nightclub. Packed to the brim with bodies, too loud techno music pounds out of every speaker. Bodies’ are writhing together on the dance floor underneath the flashing red lights, but even amidst all this action, I feel restless.
“What can I get for you, sir?”
I turn and acknowledge the bartender with detached interest. Wearing nothing more than a silver piece of fabric, the girl is attractive but rather generic. Her long blond hair flows over her shoulders, and she had sweet lips. I smile to myself as I think about what she could probably do with those lips.
“I’ll take a whiskey, neat,” I tell her.
“Coming right up,” she smiles at me and then goes to fetch my drink.
I watch as she reaches up on her tip-toes, trying to reach the bottle of top-shelf scotch, her dress riding up the back of her thighs until I can catch a glimpse of her perky ass.
“Target acquired?” Wyatt asks me with amusement.
About fucking time he showed up.
I turn and give Wyatt a sly smile.
“Possibly. Back so soon?”
Wyatt shrugs, “I have an impatient appetite,” and then he gestures with his chin at the bartender. “So, Blondie, huh?”
“Maybe. Give me some time.”
“Are you losing confidence, my dear friend? This one should be easy.”
“Appearances can sometimes be deceiving.”
“This is the best Scotch we have,” Blondie says when she brings me my drink, “that’ll be fifteen dollars.”
“Thanks, sweetheart,” I hand her a twenty and smile at her, “keep the change.”
I catch her staring at me, her eyes lingering on my mouth for a moment before she turns her attention to Wyatt.
“And what can I get for you?”
Smiling wolfishly at her, Wyatt leans forward, resting his arms on the bar top.
“Who’s asking? You, or your friend here?” she replies, glancing at me from the corner of her eyes.
“Oh, I see. You like my handsome friend, Theo, here. Don’t let those pretty blue eyes and dimples fool you. He’s not as sweet as he looks,” Wyatt teases.
“Well, my name is Tina, what’s yours, Mr. Charming?”
“Charming? Oh, you haven’t seen charming yet.” Wyatt grins.
I shake my head at my sometimes overly confident best friend.
“He’s no Prince Charming,” I say.
Tina looks Wyatt up and down.
“He doesn’t look so bad,” Tina concludes.
“Just wait,” Wyatt says, waggling his eyebrows at her.
“Leave the poor girl alone,” I say, playing the hero.
“You’re sweet, Theo, but I can take care of myself. I’ve dealt with the likes of Wyatt before,” Tina states proudly.
Wyatt and I laugh in unison. Wyatt raises his eyebrows in disbelief.
“I highly doubt that.”
“I think you’re trouble,” she says.
“Trouble’s my middle name, baby,” Wyatt replies, his golden eyes twinkle with mischief.
Tina then looked at me again.
“So, about what your friend said about you not being sweet. Are you a wolf in sheep’s clothing?”
I shrug, “Why? Which would you prefer? The wolf or the sheep?”
“Maybe a little of both.”
Of course, you do.
“So then, Tina, what time do you get off?” I then ask her.
“I get off at three, closing shift, you know. Maybe you’ll stick around until then?”
Wyatt and I share a secret smile, Wyatt was right; this one would be easy. I can practically feel her attraction to me; she looks at me in a way that I am all too familiar with. I run a hand through my hair and flash my most dazzling grin.
“I think that could be arranged.”
“Awesome,” she smiles, pulling out a napkin, and scribbling something on it before handing it to me.
“My phone number.”
“I’ll be sure to use it,” I say, stuffing it into the pocket of my trousers.
“So, I thought you were after a challenge tonight?” Wyatt asks as we walk away from the bar to an empty table in the corner, “That was almost too easy.”
“Sometimes, I have an impatient appetite too.”
“I hear you. Although I sometimes wish there was more of a chase. Things just aren’t like they used to be,” Wyatt scans the dark room. People stumble around, drunk off of the overpriced, watered-down cocktails, looking to score.
“It all feels so… cheap,” Wyatt scoffs, “except for the god damn drinks.”
I laugh at this. Wyatt is usually the last person to worry about costs.
“It’s not like you can’t afford it.”
“Ten dollars for a fucking beer? Gotta love this city,” Wyatt, says dryly.
“So, shall we make this night a little more interesting? I say we pick up a few more of these naïve little birds, and take them back to my place,” Wyatt suggests.
“We’ll wait for your little barmaid, don’t worry. In the meantime, let’s see what else we can scrounge up.”
I’m standing on the curb waiting for Tina when she comes out of the nightclub.
“Hi there,” I say smoothly to her.
“Hi,” she says with a smile.
I saunter towards her, eyeing her up appreciatively. The girl has some beautiful legs on her so that she can wrap them around me…
“So, what now?” she asks, interrupting my thoughts.
“I’m just waiting for my ride,” I tell her.
“Did you call a cab?”
As to answer her question, a black stretch limo pulls up on the curb.
“That’s my ride,” I say, not needing to turn around to confirm it.
“Yeah. Are you up for a little adventure, Tina?”
“Are you two coming or what?” I hear Wyatt ask impatiently from the car.
I can hear other voices and laughter coming from within the limo, all of them sound female; Wyatt has done well for himself tonight.
“Be right there,” I answer, my eyes still glued to Tina.
I watch her face as she tries to decipher the situation, so I decide to unleash another weapon that works ninety-nine percent of the time. I focus my eyes on hers and reach my hand out and run my finger along her jaw, hooking her under her chin, drawing her in.
“You won’t regret it, I promise.”
Tina leans into my touch. Voila!
“Okay,” she whispers automatically.
We arrive twenty-five minutes later at Wyatt’s house. It’s a massive, European stone and brick structure. The grounds are immaculate and extremely private, surrounded by an eight-foot stone barrier.
“Home sweet home,” Wyatt announces.
He and the three other girls file out, followed by Tina and me. The six of us enter the house, and the girls immediately start commenting on it. It’s a beautiful house. Wyatt had it designed to resemble a home from the eighteenth century with modern upgrades. Intricate woodwork covers the ceilings, expensive artwork covers the walls, and the floor is made of marble. Candles are scattered around the room, casting the only source of light, and this is only the foyer.
“I feel like I just stepped into another time,” Tina murmurs to me, “It’s like a museum.”
“Yeah, it is,” I agree.
Wyatt leads everyone upstairs to his sitting room that has a fully stocked bar in the corner, and a massive fireplace that dominates the back wall, with three sofas arranged in front of it. Wyatt flips a switch, and the fire comes roaring to life, setting the mood.
“Who wants a drink?” Wyatt asks, heading towards the bar.
The three other girls all run over to him, giggling and giving him their orders. I notice then that Tina is very quiet. She’s looking around the room, fidgeting nervously.
“What can I get you?” I ask her.
“I uh…I’m not sure,” she says.
I can sense her trepidation, and I want and need her to be relaxed. I glance at Wyatt, and our eyes meet. Wyatt has a satisfied smile on his face, he’s happy with his nights taking, and he plans on taking full advantage. I guess that Tina’s growing unease has to do with the fact that she probably thinks that I’m warming her up for an orgy, which is not the case at all. Soon, I will put her mind at ease.
“Come with me,” I implore her, holding out my hand, “I’ll give you the tour.”
She takes my hand, and I lead her away from the sitting room and down a long corridor, lined with doors. I choose the door on the end and open it up, gesturing for Tina to go in ahead of me. She steps into the pitch-black room, and I follow her, closing the door behind me. Knowing this room like the back of my hand, I find the matches on the end table by the door and light a candle.
Tina turns in a circle, eyeing up the room we’re in. It’s a bedroom, and it’s just as magnificent as the rest of the house. The furnishings are all carved wood, with a King-sized, four-poster bed as the focal point. My eyes travel to the bed and then back to Tina.
“So, what do you think?” I ask, taking a few steps toward her.
Tina smiles, coyly at me. Wordlessly, she undoes the tie on her coat and lets it slide off her shoulders. She wanders over to the bed and sits down on the edge of it. I smile and go to join her; I have her now. She is mine to do with as I please.
I crouch down in front of her and place my hands on her knees. My touch on her skin causes her to gasp. I smile knowingly at her. Licking my lips, I pull her knees apart, exposing her to me.
“Lean back. Let me take care of you.”
“Wow, you get to the point, don’t you?” Tina teases.
“You knew where this was going, sweetheart,” I reply, a hint of condescension in my voice.
My hands move up her thighs until they are under her dress. My fingers find her panties, and I slide them down her legs. I can’t help but feel pleased with myself, Tina is already squirming, and I’ve barely touched her yet.
“Looks like I still have the Midas touch,” I murmur, sliding my hands back up her thighs.
Tina’s hands find mine and stop them in their tracks. She props herself up on her elbows and looks at me.
“Wait,” she says, “I want to kiss you,” her voice is almost pleading.
I resist the urge to roll my eyes. The girls always want me to kiss them. Not that I mind, it’s just predictable.
“Of course, I will, sweetheart. Your wish is my command.”
I stand up, the candlelight behind me, casting my shadow across her petite form on the bed. She looks so vulnerable, primed for the taking. I sigh to myself and shrug out of my jacket and toss it aside, and then I start on the buttons of my shirt. Tina stares at me with what I suspect is awe as my chest becomes exposed. Underneath my white shirt, is a perfectly sculpted torso, the muscles forming a perfect V. Her eyes land on my left pectoral, where I have a tattoo of a cross, and I know that Tina is examining it. It holds meaning to me that I share with no one, except for Wyatt.
“Wow, nice ink.”
“You like that, do you?”
I kneel on the bed next to her, then hook my hands under her arms. I slide her up the bed so that she’s in the center of it. Tina giggles and I put a finger to her lips to quiet her, and then replace my finger with my lips, finally granting her wish. I’m getting impatient, the feeling like fire in my veins.
Tina groans into my mouth, her tongue surrendering to mine. She tastes so good. It’s intoxicating. My excitement grows, and my kisses become more urgent. I pinch the top of Tina’s dress and pull, smiling as it makes a loud tearing noise.
“Did you just rip my dress?” she gasps.
In response, I just hold up the shredded piece of fabric that used to be her excuse for a dress.
“You won’t be needing it anymore,” I say, flicking it aside and resume kissing her, giving her no time to complain any further.
I reach down and undo my pants, quickly kicking them off. My mouth moves from Tina’s lips and down to her throat. I swallow hard, the girl smells like honeysuckle and something else that I can’t quite place, but damn, it’s nice. My mouth is practically watering now.
“Do you have protection?” Tina whispers, breaking my concentration.
I lean over her and open the drawer of the end table, pulling out a condom. I open it and quickly slide it on. I’m starting to lose control, so I’d better move quickly. I shift my body so that I’m in a sitting position, and then pull Tina astride me. Carefully, she lowers herself onto me and starts to move. Tina closes her eyes and throws her head back in pleasure. I have her right where I want her. I take hold of her long silky hair and wrap it around my wrist, tilting her head to the side, exposing her throat. My breath starts to come out in quick gasps. I brush my lips against the sensitive skin along her throat, breathing deeply.
Pulling her head back, I say, “Look at me.”
When she complies, I focus deep into her mind.
“You will not scream. All you will feel is a great pleasure.” I chant.
With that, I tilt her head to the side again and bite down.
Tina lets out a gasp as my teeth cut into her skin, and then she starts to ride me once again, forgetting the pain. I wrap my free arm around her waist and wiggle my hips underneath her. I love this part. She tastes so good; I know I won’t be able to stop at this point. I’m too far gone, and so is she. I can feel her body already beginning to go limp, and her heartbeat is rapidly slowing. Her life force is slowly being drained from her, and she won’t even know it until it’s too late.
When I finally pull away from her, her eyes have rolled back into her head. All that holds her up is my grip on her hair and my arm around her waist. I smile to myself as I let her fall back onto the bed. I haven’t even spilled a single drop, due to many, many years of practice.
Sated, I roll off the bed, leaving Tina’s body where it is. I discard the condom that I only keep handy for appearances—they are entirely unnecessary, I put on my pants, and decide to check on Wyatt. I wander into the sitting room and find Wyatt sprawled, completely naked, on one of the sofas. Two of the girls are either passed out or dead, on the sofa opposite him. The third girl is lying on the rug in front of the fireplace, also naked.
“Well, well, what do we have here?” I ask, amused.
This isn’t the first time I’ve witnessed Wyatt’s tendency to overindulge.
Wyatt lifts his head and smiles lazily at me.
“I am three sheets to the wind, my dear friend. These girls had more to drink than previously thought, and I’m feeling it quite nicely.”
I laugh and drop heavily onto the third, unoccupied sofa.
“Enjoy it while it lasts.”
“So, where’s your barmaid?” Wyatt asks, “I thought you’d enjoy her for a little longer.”
“Guess I was hungrier than I thought. She was delicious.”
“I’ll bet. I could smell her at the club. If you weren’t going to have her, I would have. She was a healthy one.”
“I think you’ve had more than enough. Take these ones for example. What’s that? Your second, third, and fourth helping this evening?”
“I had almost forgotten about the first one. I only took a sip— she didn’t taste right…smoker.”
“So then, how about them?”
I gesture towards the three girls.
“The two on the sofa are done,” Wyatt sits up and smiles at his handiwork, “the one on the floor, well, she’s hanging on. She’s got spunk.”
“What are we going to do with them this time?” I ask.
Not very often do we drain our victims completely, but every once in a while, we each have trouble reigning in our instincts. When it does happen, we have to destroy the aftermath.
“I haven’t thought about it yet, but I suppose we should get a move on. We’ve only got an hour or so until dawn.”