Gwen Stacy

“Gwendolyne... Maxine... Stacy huh. And it says here you’re 23. Ok, fine. I’ll serve you. What’ll it be?”

Gwen sighed. “Vodka coke, no ice.”

MJ was half an hour late and Gwen was tired of waiting. MJ was usually on time, but tonight… no message, nothing. Gwen would be worried, but she knew MJ had Pete to look after her. She took a sip of her drink and tried not to get angry.

“Hey darling”, purred a voice from behind her. Gwen spun around on her stool and…

“Holy fuck, MJ!”.

“In the flesh, so to speak.” said the vision in leather standing, hips cocked, in front of her. MJ was wearing the sexiest clothes she had in her collection, and it was a big collection. Black glossy leather thigh high stiletto boots caressed her legs, leaving a glimpse of porcelain white thigh between them and the scandalously short latex skirt that barely covered her pussy. Above that was a deep valley of cleavage, down to below her navel, formed by the deep red leather top she’d pulled out of the ‘too revealing’ pile. A matching choker hid her bite marks, just adding to the slutty bad-girl look that MJ had embraced. Her hair, somehow redder than normal, was pulled back in a tight ponytail that was draped over one shoulder. MJ’s glossy black lips smiled at Gwen’s reaction.

“I’m up here honey,” she said, placing her long black claw to Gwen’s chin and gently tilting her head up to look directly into MJ’s glowing red eyes. Such beautiful eyes. Gwen had never noticed before, but now… now she just wanted to lose herself in them, and MJ was happy to oblige.

“Listen Gwen,” and Gwen was happy to listen to MJ’s angelic voice all night, “you love me don’t you?”

“I… of course I do, more than anything…”

“Good, I thought you’d say that. I’ve got a question for you.”

“Of course, what isss it…” slurred Gwen, slowly losing the capability for rational thought at the sight of the beauty in front of her.

“How would you like to live forever?”

“I… I’d like that…”

“Then come.” It wasn’t a request.

Gwen wasn’t sure whether MJ meant come as in ‘follow her’ or come in her panties, so she did both. She felt the wetness dribble down her thigh as she followed MJ’s swaying hips to the bathroom.

The stall of an uptown bar usually wasn’t the most romantic spot in Manhattan, but for Gwen it might as well have been the honeymoon suite in the Carlton. The figure in latex and leather that was currently straddling her was the sexiest thing she’d ever seen. The feel of MJ’s cold fingers sliding up her stomach, lifting Gwen’s top to expose her bra sent shivers down her spine, and sending her rock hard nipples into spasms. Half an hour before MJ had just been a friend, but now nothing could have torn Gwen away from this creature of lust. Gwen wanted her more than anything she had ever wanted. She wanted her fingers inside her, she wanted her tongue, she wanted to be her possession, she wanted to be just like her, she wanted tits like MJ’s, she wanted eyes like MJ’s, she wanted teeth… fangs like MJ’s.

Every one of those desires was plain to see for MJ in her prey’s eyes. The way Gwen’s mouth parted, her tongue darting out as if to taste MJ’s scent. The way her neck tilted to one side as if she knew what was coming. And it was definitely coming. Whatever MJ had become, she needed to spread it, to give Gwen the gift she’d been given, to possess her for all eternity.

“Do it, please. I need it,” whimpered Gwen Stacy as MJ’s cold fingers slipped inside her sodden pussy. MJ smiled and wet her lips with her extended tongue, and then bit down, hard.

Gwen didn’t make a sound, just pushed her neck further towards MJ, forcing the fangs that had pierced her skin further into her flesh. This was all she wanted, to belong, to serve, to become, to embrace.

2 knocks. That was what the training said. If you’re cleaning the ladies toilet, knock twice and announce you were coming in. Dylan didn’t bother. Most of the patrons were drunk by this time of the night and didn’t care if some cleaning dude came in. No-one had gone in for the past ten minutes so he reckoned he was safe to do a quick refresh of the toiletries. He pushed the door open and glanced around. Nobody here. He glanced in large mirror taking up most of one wall. One of the cubicles round the corner was open, and for a second he thought someone was in there, but nope, nothing. Good. He whipped his cleaning cloth out and sprayed the glass of the mirror.

Click, click, click.

Dylan felt a cold breeze on his neck.

“Hey there honey,” came a voice from behind him. Nothing in the mirror. He pivoted, weirded out. “Who…?” was all he got out before the 2 pairs of glowing eyes in front on him stopped his mind completely.

“May I?” said Gwen Stacy, parting her lips to reveal a sharp pair of fangs.

“Be my guest,” said MJ, licking the last of Gwen’s blood from her lips.