Natasha: You’re being ridiculous.

You pull your panties and skirt up.

“Well hello there!”

You recognize the weird woman from earlier. There’s something about her teeth that bothers you. Her canines seem… too big.

“I knew I heard somebody else coming in and it just happens to be you,” she continues smiling, “I was planning on leaving you to the screamer back there but since you threw yourself into the jaws of the beast… I’ll have to take advantage.”

In the blink of an eye she pins you against the closed door forcing her tongue between your lips. Coppery and cold, her lips devour yours. You’re not into women, this one intends on **** you, you should scream for help but no, something deep inside you tells you to go with it… you submit.

She tears your skirt from your waist, aouch, it flies across the bathroom. Her fingers savagely penetrate you. Strangely you’re wet, very wet. You’re enjoying this. Her teeth scratch your tongue, there’s blood in your mouth, your own. Your mind is filled with delicious thoughts, perversity brought to a level you've never experienced. When her lips start cleanning the blood from your jaw and chin, you can’t hold a loud grunt of pleasure. She flips on your back pressing your face against the bathroom stall. Three fingers in your pussy, her thumb inside your ass, her mouth on your neck. You come. Sharp pain, slurping sounds. Blood pouring down your chest, on your back. It hits you, you’re being **** by a vampire and you’re enjoying it. You come again. But vampires don’t exist. You feel weak, you’d love to slip to the ground but her hand inside you is holding you against the stall door. You come and fade away.

You’re dead, but **** is no the end, it’s actually the beginning of a whole new story…