London, insufferable heiress

The sliding doors open on the Californian evening. Behind you, the screams of the last victims resonate in the now dead airport. Instinctively you turn around to wait for your dogs, but then you remember, your little treasures were eaten in the plane by one of your new brethren. You shrug, you’ll have plenty new treasures to pet and care and dress as you make new minions for your mistress.

You look around, to your left a man is running away. You could chase him but then you’d have to share with others and you’d rather not. You drag your little pink Louis Vuitton suitcase behind you as you walk towards the VIP parking were the driver should be waiting for you.

There he is, cool he took the Bentley.

You knock on the window. It’s Samuel, he seems asleep. You took your time in the sushi joint that’s why. He wakes up in panic.

You had a quick affair with him. Affair is actually not the term. One night, you were over-coked and you had him drill you on the back seat. You’ve been using that on him since that day. You were a bitch… you still are.

“Miss London, my apologies, I must have dozed off. Welcome to LA,” he says jumping out of the car and opening the back door, “where are the dogs and the rest of your suitcases?”

He looks puzzled around you. You don’t answer and step inside the limo. For a moment you hesitate, you could ask him in the back and have him right here but then you’d have to wait for him to wake up to drive you to Beverly Hills. Yeah, you don’t have a clue how to drive…

“Are we going home?”

“No,” you answer, “take me to Shannon’s.”

He exits the parking.

“Miss London, may I ask you what happened to you?”

He’s starting to piss you off with all his questions.

“What do you mean?”

“Your clothes…”

You look down and laugh, he is right this is clearly not worthy of the important person you are. Sparkled with blood and sperm stains, torn in many places, a ruined Prada. Not that you care you have lots of them at home and tonight you might go downtown make some shopping with Shannon. You have a couple of storekeepers to ****.

“Could you get me my suitcase?”

He stops on the roadside.

As he starts the engine again you open pink suitcase. Despite the lack of choice, expertly you select the perfect dress, a nice little Hermes ensemble you bought in Paris last month, not too slutty but easy to take off. You undress. You can feel his discreet gaze in the rearview mirror. You like that, you spread your legs and start touching yourself.

“Miss London… I…”

“Shut up and drive,” you spit

You can feel the orgasm nearing as he takes to the left into the hills. A finger in your twat and one in your ass, you abandon yourself to the wave to satiate your newfound lust.

You text Shannon. She answers almost instantly. She’s waiting for you at her parent’s. She’s so glad you made out of Monroeville on time, the town seems to be in quarantine but the authorities don’t want to say what is happening. Shannon is the daughter of a big movie producer, good friend of yours, well used to, now she’ll be food and later she’ll be a little pet to order around.

You wipe some of the cream from your pussy and get dressed. You exit the car. The warm evening is pleasant, you turn around and bend over the window. You smear on Samuel’s lips some of the cream you neglect to lick earlier.

“Tonight, you’re getting some of this big boy, but later… Until then wait for me.”

You enter the mansion you know almost as if it was your own. You close your eyes.

You climb the stairs two at a time and go strait to your friend’s room. Shannon is waiting for you in her lingerie. As you step in she turns her back on you giving you the opportunity to enjoy her nice curves. Shannon has the gentile features of her mother – a former TV start that had her moment in the early nineties – and her father’s long dark hair.

“Londy! You made it! I was so scared when you didn’t arrive last night! New York and Washington and then that quarantine in Monroeville, I was so glad when I got your text from Vegas.”

“Yeah, yeah, hurry up you bitch, I want to hit downtown.”

She slips into a very nice Burberry red dress, grabs her Chanel bag and follows you out of the house. Sam is having a cigarette while sitting on the hood. He opens the back door and drives away. You turn to Shannon… no time to lose. You start with a chaste and gentle massage of her shoulders. Pushing aside her jet-black mane, you start licking her neck.

“Londy? You slut …”

Already under your spell she doesn’t oppose any resistance as your hand trails down between her breast.

“Oh Londy, yes…”

Pushing to a side her delicious Agent Provocateur string, you find yourself gently fingering her pussy.

“My god Londy…”

Legs spread you dive into her wetness, she tastes much sweeter than the flight attendants you had earlier. Your fangs ache for her flesh. You’re about to strike when Samuel nearly drives you off the road.

“Join us, big boy,” you tell him.

In no time, his dick in your ass, you finally bite your friend. She soon turns in a festival of orgasms. As she rises you both turn on the driver.

You steal his pack of cigarettes and have one on the hood of the car with Shannon.

“I’m starving!”

“Yes, I know, but as soon as the other fucker wakes up we’ll go downtown find us a sweet little meal.”

“Only one?”

You both laugh.