Let's get drunk!

"Yeah right! Let's see if you can keep up with me!" You challenge playfully. "Line 'em up!"

"That's what I like to hear," she whispers in your ear as you watch her ass bounce all the way to the counter.

She brings back another shot and you down it right away, to Cass' delight.

"Ooh, you can handle your drink... I like that in a man~" she whispers seductively while stroking your arm.

Each time you do a shot, she sits down closer to you, gets more physically intimate, more forward. After the fourth shot (or did you take five?) you're feeling confident.

"Had enough?"

"I can do another shot," you insist.

This time, she just smiles and licks her lips. As she stands up to move past you, she sways her hips wider so her ass grazes just inches in front of your face.

She comes back with another this shot, but suddenly she's even bolder than before. She grabs you by the shoulder, swings around and sits in your lap before lifting your chin up with one hand while the other pours a tall glass of milky red liquid into your mouth.

As you look up into her eyes, the world around you fades away, and your head starts to feel fuzzier than it should, even after five or six shots.

"Does my blood taste sweet, baby?"

Your eyes widen in shock at the words. You suddenly feel how icy cold her fingertips are and try to pull away but...

Cassandra grabs your crotch aggressively. It isn't erotic at all now. More aggressive, like she was sizing you up. Still, for a few moments you feel a tingle of sick excitement. Maybe you're going to get laid after all!

"Tch... figures I get one with a shrimp dick." Cassandra groans as she smacks your balls painfully. "Oh well. You'll be a useful thrall yet..."

You wince at the pain and the emasculation. Your heart sinks and the world around you suddenly starts to blur and feel fuzzy. You feel a slight tingling sensation in your chest before it spreads down to your extremities. It all happens so fast, you barely have time to process what Cass said about drinking her blood. In truth, you were more focused on her comment about your dick.

It can't really be _that _small... can it?

She cradles your face with one hand, smushing your cheeks painfully as her nails dig in to your flesh. "Tsk tsk... what's the matter shrimp dick? Can't handle a few drinks?"

"I... wh-what was that...?" you ask.

"What you drank? That, Matt was my essence, which you so eagerly slurped down. I imagine it's a bit stronger than whiskey, but most humans can take more than a few shots before succumbing completely... you must be exceptionally weak."

You can tell just by her voice that she's mocking you; it's the same tone the other women at work would use when discussing 'microchips' around the water cooler by your cubicle.

"There's no stopping it now. I'd say you have mere seconds of free will left, maybe minutes if you really fight! After that, your body will belong to me."

You start to panic, even as your body feels like it's beginning to shut down. Or are you just losing control of it?

She presses down and wiggles her hips, grinding her ass against your barely-responsive member. "Tsk! If your body will be of any use to me, that is!" She grinds faster as the look of disgust on her face grows. "I thought you were horny! If you're going to get whiskey dick after a few shots of vampric essence, what use will you be as a thrall, hm? Perhaps I should just drain you instead...."

The tingling sensation has reached your fingertips and toes now, and a numbness begins to overcome your lips. You can feel control over your body slipping away somehow, and you instinctively know you'll only have the chance to speak one last time of your own free will...