The Nightlife: New York

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He almost plowed right into her, barely skidding to a stop inches away. He felt an aggression he’d never known before, an urge to attack/defend. His enhanced senses ranged out over the roof top, seeking sounds, smells, or telepathic signature of some nameless threat. He felt primed for battle, a truly powerful and exhilarating experience.
Michelle congratulated him with a quirky, lopsided grin, “Very impressive! It only took you forty seconds to reach me. I’m very proud of you.” She squeezed his biceps and kissed him on the lips as if he was the conquering hero welcomed home.
He huffed and panted heavily to catch his breath. “What was that all about?” His nerves were stretched taut, a bowstring ready to snap.
“Is a test to see how quickly you respond to my call. You passed beautifully. Is good exercise to learn coordination. You are faster and stronger than I am, you know?”
He had to admit she was right. He’d moved pretty damn fast. It was fucking awesome. He felt proud and powerful. Both feelings were quickly swamped by his rising irritation. Michelle had that effect on him regularly, an assault of mixed signals and emotions.
She touched him, holding his gaze without blinking while sending a strong sense of calm and approval. It hit like a tranquilizer, draining his aggression and relaxing the tension.
Realization soured his belly. This had been a convenient demonstration. She held the power to order him around, and then manipulate his feelings about it after the fact. He felt like the golden retriever living up to its namesake, retrieving the stick for its master. Michelle’s behavior smacked of a prideful dog owner patting him on the head saying, good boy, while he stood there wagging his tail, waiting to play fetch all over again. As much as it bothered him, he couldn’t shake that lingering sense of pride at her words of praise.
They returned to the street level with the same high-flying acrobatic maneuvers of the night before. Michelle stepped off the side of the building, and he followed right behind her, without even being asked. The difference now, as he followed Michelle downwards in the descending switch-back game, he moved with confidence and grace. He had begun to learn to coordinate his new strength and speed, and he had to confess he felt physically invincible. He couldn’t really maintain a bitter attitude about Michelle’s little training exercise. The game had served its purpose. He was flying high on his exhibition of masculine power. All other petty concerns became meaningless.
Rolling through the streets in a taxi, Michelle explained her plans. “We wait until one a.m., the clubs are now full. People are drunk.” Her fingers slid over her his lap, teasing across the tip of his cock.
“We find the women dancing together. Is too easy. Feed quick. Thirty seconds, no more. You must learn to count. Is good exercise for control.” She snapped her fingers. “Bite and move on to another girl.” Her tongue licked her lips in a flicker. He sensed her excitement at having a hunting partner.
Upon entering the club, Michelle weaved through the crowd to the dance floor with Aaron in tow. She maneuvered them to a group of girls dancing together wedged into the center of the dance floor. Michelle and Aaron slipped into the middle of them swaying seductively to the music, maintaining constant eye contact.
He began to notice something different. These girls were watching him, and they were interested. Women didn’t look at him that way. Not unless they were so drunk they looked at everyone that way. These girls wanted him. They moved in closer. Before he knew it, two girls sandwiched him and began grinding front to back. He’d never been singled out by two women for such intimate attentions. It was an incredible sensation to command the affections of several beautiful women.
He could get used to this real fast. Being the focus of so much attention was intoxicating. He felt like a rock star partying with his entourage in the VIP section. He looked over at his fellow rock-star-vampire-master. She was getting down to business.
While the ladies got funky, grinding all up on him, he gawked at Michelle in morbid fascination. She had already bit into one girl for a few seconds, and immediately turned towards another girl behind her for a second bite, making short work of anyone within reach. Nobody seemed to notice what he saw. They were being tapped one right after the other, all totally oblivious. She was an illusionist of the highest order, sleight of hand and fang. The cattle were blinded by her splendor.
The girl in front of Aaron leaned back into him with her backside, offering the juicy target of her neck and shoulder. She looked up with a seductive smile, giving him the eye contact he needed. Her petite, golden-brown Latina curves begged to be bitten. She licked her lips suggestively, an invitation he could hardly refuse. He struck hard and fast, letting the feeding instinct take over as he sunk into her exposed neck swallowing down her red, delicious life. The girl reached up to run her fingers through his hair, cupping his cheek in her palm.
“Mas, mas, don’t stop!” She fisted her hand in his hair with her explosive orgasm.
He didn’t want to let go. Every instinct in his body said to hold on, suck until there was nothing left to take. He dug down deep to find the strength of will to release her after what seemed like thirty seconds. He pulled back leaving her hot and bothered, unsatisfied. Reading her mind was a lesson in desire. She wanted more. She wanted him to do it again. She didn’t have a clue what he’d done, but she wanted him to keep doing it. The girl smiled up at him with a drugged, dazed look, a light sheen of perspiration on her forehead, her dark iris faded to solid black from dilation. He had made a new friend.
Michelle flashed her eyes at him, sending a psychic kick through their mutual bond, silently urging him to move on. He turned away from the Latina to face a tall, willowy blonde who matched him in height. In seconds his unwavering eye contact gave him the control he needed. When he beckoned, she came. She moved right up on him, aligning her slim curves with his body as they both swayed to the music. She wore a short blue dress and easily straddled his thigh, spreading her legs to place her most intimate flesh on his leg, her hips grinding in time with the music. The Latina behind refused to be dismissed so easily. Latina began working to regain his attention. She molded herself to his backside with her arms flowing around him, slipping her fingertips into the front waistband of his pants.
He bit down straight into the pulse of the blonde grinding her moist sex on his leg. He tried his best to focus on only one girl at a time, even though they both struggled to gain his attention. Within seconds the blonde took his hand in hers, pulling his fingers down, inviting him to touch where she needed him most. Her dress had hiked up exposing her inner thighs to his caress. While he drank deeply, she used his hand to massage her swollen wet cunt, leaking her wetness onto his fingers.
The Latina hadn’t given up the battle for Aaron’s affections––she worked harder to regain his attention. With her hand down the front of his pants, she tugged his cock to a full-blown erection. He was so drunk on the overlapping sensations of blood and seduction that he almost fed too long from the blonde. As he released her neck, she became more aggressive with her ministrations, pulling her underwear aside to shove his fingers partway into her slippery wet warmth. At the same time, the Latina spooning him from behind worked him harder, faster, a skilled hand.
For the second night in a row, Michelle abruptly cut into his erotic fun when she grabbed his free arm and yanked him out of the clutches of the sex sandwich. She plowed through the wall-to-wall dancers with Aaron in tow. He looked over his shoulder to see two disappointed faces scowling at him.
When they reached the exit, Michelle turned to him with a sly smile. “Sorry to interrupt, but this was out of control. You did very well with timing, but you must not engage them sexually in public. You attract the wrong kind of attention. You don’t want the attention of security and police.” She smooched him on the cheek and led him outside to the taxi. She didn’t seem angry. In fact she appeared aroused. Her eyes dilated with pleasure.
“Your eye contact gives you control, especially when they are drunk. Arousal from the bite and your natural attraction will drive women to rape you in public. Is a sexual frenzy. You must learn to moderate your effect.” She was stroking his arm and crotch seductively. A study in contradictions––to speak of moderation while arousing him to the point of explosion.
“I know is difficult. Is very exciting. Even to me, just watching you is exciting. I will take good care of you tonight.” She punctuated the promise by gripping his erection with her hand down his pants while kissing him.
This new life with Michelle? Well, pretty damn cool so far. He hoped that someday her affections might become genuine, something more than desire and lust. He wished that one day soon she could feel as strongly about him as he felt about her.
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CHAPTER 9
Aaron had mentally prepared himself for a quick in-and-out meeting with Kyle. He felt confident he could explain away having disappeared for almost a week.
Michelle blew his carefully constructed plans all to hell. “Let’s go. Is time to close the door to your previous life. We must see this friend of yours.”
He knew there was a good chance they might run into Delia and her friends there as well. This is gonna be a disaster. Like watching the cars pile up one by one in a train wreck; he saw it coming from a mile away.
“I don’t know if it’s such a good idea to bring you along. Things might get complicated. My ex-girlfriend could be there. Maybe it would be better if I do this alone.” He gave it his best shot at diplomacy, but he already knew from his connection to her thoughts and feelings, Michelle would not be deterred.
“I will make certain is very clear to your friends that you are mine!”
It felt good to hear her declare something so intimate, but her manner made him uneasy.
“You will take us now to see your friends.” Spoken in the unmistakable timbre of command, Michelle ceased all debate on the matter.
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“Hey guys, how’s it going? I just stopped by for a few minutes to say hi. I’m in a hurry. Gotta run.” Aaron edged in the front door, hoping not to attract too much attention. He prayed that he could get in and out quickly.