Carla: The restaurant

You dropped the bloody couple at a small Italian restaurant downtown. As you drive towards it, you start seeing the signs of the rising chaos. A burning police car, a couple of corpses and lots of people roving the streets aimless. But you don't have time to stop; you don't want to miss the little couple, your little couple.

The little couple caught your eye in your cab. The man, in his mid-thirties, had tried to follow the girl on the back seat when you stopped to pick them up but the master had invited him to step in front of the car as he started undressing the girl in the back.

The girl, a redhead in her early twenties was completely covered in freckles. As the ride was pretty short the master didn’t lose anytime, he went directly for the femoral artery and drained the girl in less than a minute. He massaged her little pussy as she slowly came back to life while both the man and you looked at them fascinated. The man was still human when they jumped off the car but you knew this wouldn’t last forever as the girl eagerly dragged him in the small alley by the restaurant as you drove away.

You park your cab in front of the restaurant. Through the window you don’t see any mayhem going on.

“Did they change their minds?” you wonder disappointed as you push the large glass door.

Of the six tables four are occupied, two by couples on a romantic evening, one by two girls and one by a lonely man reading a book, behind the bar a very large Italian looking man. You’re about to turn around and look for another vampire to give you what you’re looking for when you notice the strange behavior of the guests. Nobody’s eating and nobody’s talking, they’re only staring at each other, frozen.

A noise coming from the bar makes you look closer at the bartender and you notice that he doesn’t seem normal either. His face muscles are totally contracted; he’s biting his upper lip and droplet of blood falls down his chin.

Suddenly he drops out of sight and a loud and satisfied moan bursts in the restaurant. The hair and freckled back of the girl slowly rises from behind the bar. She stretches and turns around. Her face and bare chest are covered in blood and what looks like semen. Spotting you she smiles.

“Ah… Another customer!”

The door to the kitchen slams open and the men steps out. He is naked and covered in blood too. You have a hard time taking your eyes off his dick. Throbbing and glistening with vaginal juices it’s calling for you as siren in the ancient Mediterranean. You lick your lips.

The girl has jumped over the counter legs hanging in the air, you can see the fading marks of the master.

“Fuck it’s the cab driver!” The man says laughing, “how did you manage to escape little cab lady? Are you here to rescue us?”

He starts walking in your direction. The girl shrugs and having lost all interest in you two, she steps in front of the table of the nearest couple.

“I can see he bit you,” the man says now standing just in front of you, “but why didn’t he finish you?”

You mind is locked, you cannot answer, you don’t want to; you just want him to bite you. But he seems to have other things in mind.

“Who cares! Why don’t you show us the goods?” he asks.

You start taking off your clothes. You’re so eager for what’s coming that you nearly fall as you take off your pants. The man catches you.

“Clumsy little one,” he says putting you back on your feet.

Behind him the girl has finished with the first couple and she's giving bloody head to the man sitting all by himself. The barman crawls from behind the bar towards the two girls. Finally naked, you smile at the vampire in front of you.

“Not so bad,” he comments as he slides a hand between your legs, “and dripping too.”

He drags you against his cold body. You shiver as his dick brushes against your belly. He kisses you. Running your tongue against his fangs you can’t hold a little cry of delight. Some blood starts mixing with your saliva. You close your eyes as the bliss you’ve longing for submerges you.

You don’t remember much of what happens next. It will come back as flashes when you wake up.

Flashes of the man’s dick buried deep deep inside your pussy. Flashes of the Italian joining in and offering you the first double penetration of your life. Flashes of the girl’s fingers on your mouth, in your pussy, in your ass. Flashes of explosions of sperm all over your body. But overall what you’ll never forget even if you live for a thousand years – which is not as unlikely as it would have - flashes of the delight of the fangs tearing your flesh, ripping your soul.

You die and you wake up. Immortally ready to give back what you received.