The Nightlife: New York

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“Ohhh … Aaron … that is so wonderful. Give it to me, you animal!”
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CHAPTER 18
She lay in bed gazing at his sleeping figure. She usually awoke just before sunset, whereas he slept until the sun erased itself completely from the horizon. This allowed her a few moments of solitude to reflect on her new life with this surprisingly wonderful young man.
She so enjoyed watching him sleep. He was truly an enigma to her in so many ways. He was nothing like her former master; virtually every aspect a polar opposite. Where her master had been selfish, sadistic, controlling, manipulative, and vain, Aaron was self-effacing, affectionate, reasonable, and lacked any true arrogance. She had known from their first meeting and the colors of his aura that these mild-mannered traits were inherent to his soul. She never imagined they would carry over with his transformation. She had known he was smitten with her, and she thought it quite noble, his attempt to defend her honor at the hands of the crude detectives.
She supposed his noble intentions contributed to her decision to take his life into her hands. It would have been so much simpler to walk away, leave him bleeding on the concrete. But she knew the odds of surviving such a devastating injury were slim to none. People were so fragile, so easy to kill.
She felt a measure of guilt for his fate. She could easily have disarmed the cop, but she hadn’t been concerned for anyone else. She had been taking care of number one, and he was a casualty of her callousness. She had hurt others before in a similar manner, and it still weighed on her conscience to this day. She decided in this one instance she could save a life, instead of allowing death to claim another unfortunate soul. Bringing Aaron into her life, giving him her blood and all that came with it, was a form of atonement for certain wrongs committed in her past.
She now understood she couldn’t judge him based on her previous experiences with her master. He simply did not fit her notions of what a male vampire’s demeanor and conduct should be. He had been so quick to forgive, and held no residual animosity towards her for the vicious abuse she subjected him to. This was baffling. Why would he forgive her so easily and release all his resentment as though it had never been? The only explanation she could fathom was love. Despite her horrid behavior, he loved her, without reservation. That must be the answer. Nothing else made sense.
It had been worth the risk. Aaron was worth the risk. He was so much more than she ever expected him to be. He filled so many diverse roles in her life. She couldn’t imagine living without him. He filled a place in her heart she had not realized was vacant. It was unnerving how strongly she felt for this beautiful boy, her lover, her confidant, her companion. To see him now, contrasted against their first meeting, was like looking at two completely different people. His transformation was magical, like a simple caterpillar that emerges from the cocoon a magnificent butterfly. A creature of beauty and majesty to be marveled at in awe.
She didn’t want to admit she might be falling in love with him. A very inconvenient emotion in their tenuous relationship. She couldn’t afford to let her feelings override her good sense. Too late, she was already hooked on him.
Never was this more apparent than when she relived his memories of his evening with Rosalie. What he did for the woman was not insignificant. He never really hurt Rosalie. But he did give her a very good time, and managed to make her feel loved by a complete stranger. His compassion was amazing. But what shocked Michelle most was Aaron’s intense emotions upon returning to her apartment. She experience how he felt about her and her wicked reaction to him, and the events leading up to their horrid lovemaking. These moments twisted Michelle’s heart into a tight knot of pain.
He had been so content, anticipating coming home to her. He had a simple and carefree joy, and then she sliced through it, cutting him to the bone, crushing his joy under the heel of her rancor. The hurt she visited on him came back to her tenfold, sending spikes of pain through her heart. Michelle knew this to be the heartache of love. She could no longer deny it or pretend ignorance.
She had fallen in love with her slave.
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“EZ escort service, how may I help you?”
“Yeah … ah … a friend of mine recommended your agency, said you could arrange an evening with a certain girl.”
“Yes of course. Was there a particular girl you had in mind?”
“Yeah … I met her once … she’s really unique … a blond with green eyes … her name’s Michelle … you know the girl I’m talking about?”
“Oh yes, sir, she’s very special indeed. Would you like to schedule a date with her?”
“Yeah, I’m thinking I’d like to see her real soon. Tonight would be good.”
“Yes sir. I’m sorry to inform you she won’t be available until tomorrow night at 11:00 p.m. Would you like to schedule her then?”
“Tomorrow, uh … okay. That’ll have to do, I guess.”
“Certainly. The agency’s fee for scheduling with Michelle is one hundred dollars. We can take your credit/debit card over the phone or you can use the payment link in our website. Which would you prefer?”
“A hundred dollars, eh? What’s included with that?”
“The agency’s scheduling fee is one hundred. Michelle’s fee is separate. You will need to bring cash for her. She doesn’t accept any other form of payment. Her typical fee is one thousand dollars an hour with a standard two hour minimum, paid in advance.”
“Whew! That’s pretty steep! That’s … damn!”
“I understand, sir. As you have met Michelle, you know how very special she is, and there’s no one like her. Would you prefer to schedule with another girl whose rates are more affordable? I can e-mail you a list with pictures. We have quite a selection to choose from. They are all special in their own way. And quite beautiful, I can assure you.”
“No, um … that’s okay … I’ll go ahead and schedule for tomorrow with Michelle. Let’s make it the Ramada on Lincoln Boulevard, room three hundred twenty-two. You know where that is?”
“Yes, sir, no problem. I see it now on Google maps. We’ll make sure she has the proper directions. Do you have your credit or debit card available to lock in your reservation?”
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Talco changed Mateo’s diaper, working as fast as possible to avoid the water weenie effect that happened with uncanny timing––usually as soon as the diaper came off. He had learned after being sprayed several times, the trick was to cover the baby with the new diaper or a towel, anything absorbent. He’d been making good progress when his cell phone buzzed and he used a few precious seconds to retrieve it.
“Los pinche Demonios!” Talco cursed when he saw Konowicz’s number on the screen of his phone. At this precise moment, Mateo squealed in laughter, kicked off the towel and shot a stream of lukewarm piss with impeccable aim right at Talco’s face. He had read somewhere that urine was a sterilized fluid, but this knowledge didn’t help to lessen his revulsion.
Talco felt a creepy sensation tickle down his spine. It was an omen, a portent of bad things to come. And sure enough, Konowicz had left a voicemail directing him to be prepared for Friday night at 10:00 p.m. Prepared for what? What the hell were they up to now? Talco knew deep down in his gut, whatever they had planned, it would certainly mean trouble for him. He debated whether or not to call them back. He’d promised Evita not to deal with them anymore, but that was easier said than done.
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Michelle slipped on her thong panties, teasing Aaron with a flash of pussy as she flipped her dress up with the quick move.
“Damn girl … you are smokin’ hot in that dress!” Aaron licked his lips and grabbed her as though planning to drag her back into bed to have his way with her.
“My god, I can barely keep my hands off you! I feel sorry for the sucker who’s meeting you tonight. The poor guy never had a chance!”
She wore another variation of the skimpy black cocktail dress that looked so provocative it was probably illegal in certain jurisdictions. Aaron pinned her to the wall stroking her inner thighs, working his warm fingers inside her thong. He didn’t mess around, slid right in with two fingers, curving back up to reach the place she liked most. He worked her with such delicious torture that she almost regretted teaching him to hit that spot.
“Ah … Ohhh … Aaron … you will make us both late, you must stop. We both have … We have to go now … Ahh … I’m going … I’m going to get you good tonight. Unghh … ahoof … OH … OH … don’t stop now … don’t stop! OHHH! Merde!”
She came hard in his hand as he stroked her mercilessly. She slumped against him for a moment to catch her breathe, shuddering on his heavenly fingers. She looked up to a proud smirk on his face.
“You naughty, naughty, boy.” She wagged her finger playfully at him. “Now I must change.”
He sniffed his fingers with that wicked grin as she shut the bedroom door in his face.
In and out of the room quickly, she hoped to catch Aaron before he left, but he was out the door already, headed for his date.
On a whim, she had decided to tell him the truth. She wanted to see the look on his face, to feel his radiant joy as she declared her love for him.
Oh well, it would have to wait.
They certainly had plenty of time; they would be together for many years to come.
On the street out front, Michelle hailed a taxi. “The Ramada Inn, s’il vous plait. 1620 Lincoln Boulevard.”
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CHAPTER 19
Aaron stood there silently shocked.
“Hello, Aaron. It’s me, Charlene. You remember me, from Bemichis? I hope you don’t think it’s strange, meeting like this.” She hugged his stiff body in greeting.
When he didn’t return the gesture, she began wringing her hands, looking a bit nervous. Obviously the tables had turned. She was no longer in a position to assault his derrière with her former confidence.