[Mind Connection]

You focused your mind and suddenly you had a vision.

Night Crawler's Bar. Victor was cleaning the glasses when he noticed another customer approaching. He raised his head and saw this beautiful brunette with lively blue eyes. Her smile was so charming that he almost couldn't hear the noise in the bar behind her.

"Hi." The lady sat at the bar and eyed him up and down with a hungry look on her face.

"Good evening, lady. What would you like to drink?" Victor returned a smile and found her so attractive that he even slowed down the cleaning.

"I'm sure what I like to drink is not served here... yet." The lady gently touched his hand and teased him, "Actually I'm looking for someone. Her name is Francesca. You know her?"

"Of course. She's the best bartender here." Victor tried his best o focus, withdrew his hand politely and said, "But I'm afraid that you just missed her. There was an accident and her little boyfriend walked her home earlier tonight."

"Oh, her little boyfriend, huh? What a pity." The lady leaned forward to come a bit closer at him, "Looks like I'm counting on you to give me a drink."

"Sure. What would you like?"

"How about we discuss it in a more private place?" The lady stood up holding his hand.

"Yes... Tracy... Keep an eye on the bar for me..." Victor didn't refuse it this time. He couldn't. He obediently nodded, simply left the keys on the counter, didn't even wait for the girl to pick them up and just led her upstairs to his bedroom.

Facing the locked door to his room, Victor suddenly realized that something's not right and turned around, only to meet the lady's lips on the his. The moist feeling heightened all his senses but also broke what was left of his rational mind. When their lips parted, he willingly pulled out the key to unlock the door and invited her in.

"I'm Victor by the way... May I ask your name, please, my lady?" After locking the door behind him, Victor waddled towards the lady sitting on the side of the bed. His strong and healthy body was shivering, still fighting, although it was doomed to fail.

"Olivia." She pulled him down to her side and kissed him again, sealing his fate. He has completely fallen for her now.

"Nice to... meet you... Oli... " He couldn't even finish a sentence.

"It's okay. And you should call me Mistress." Olivia pinched his chin and appreciated his cute face, "So, do you know where Francesca lives?"

"No..."

"Really? Too bad. But I have a new plan now." Olivia stood up, taking off her pants while talking, "Would you like have a taste of me, before I have you?"

"Yes, Mistress…"

With a blink Olivia commanded her new thrall to kneel in front of her. She lifted up one of her legs and rode it on his shoulder, while Victor willingly crawled forward, dived his head deep in between her thighs and aimed for her pussy. At first he was too numb to make any move but, after a while, he grabbed her thigh and started licking. A strong feeling of pleasure flowed all over her body like an electricity shock, making her moan with his every movement. With the cold, sweet juice dripping into his mouth, Victor's mind went blank and he knew nothing else but to serve his mistress, to devote himself to her, for her every moan was a praise and reward to him.

Sexual arousal soon turned into bloodlust. Olivia's vision was covered in a red fog and her canines were extending. She hissed at him like a predator and held his head to push him deeper. Victor rolled his eyes up and saw the horrific face of his mistress, but he wasn't scared at all. He smiled delightedly and kept pleasing her.

Olivia growled in pleasure when she came into his mouth. She violently grabbed him by the neck, easily lifted him up and threw him at the bed. Victor was shocked at first but soon he lay down with a joyful face, voluntarily unbuttoned his shirt and pulled down the collar, revealing his neck to her.

"Take me, my mistress..." He was breathing heavily, "It's my honor to serve you the drink you like..."

Olivia leaped on top of him with a beast-like roar, and dived into his neck. Red splashed on the bed and Victor felt like he was in heaven. His mistress caressed his face while sucking harder, drawing out every ounce of blood from his vein through her throat. His manhood was still erected and strong, throbbing against his mistress' belly. I'm going to make good use of it later, he thought blissfully. Hearing the slower and slower gulping sounds, he drowned in the ocean of pleasure. Whatever surfaced from it later was something else.

-

Tracy, the other bartender who took Fran's shift at 9, felt weird because usually her boss wouldn't leave everything behind when the bar was open, let alone just to spend some private time with a customer. But hey, nothing I can't handle, she thought.

Tracy was a regular girl who just graduated from college, with shoulder-length brown hair. Working as a part-time bartender wasn't part of her original career plan, but when she was running low on money she had to seize every opportunity to make a living. She smiled at the last customer that just grabbed a glass of bear from her and greeted the next politely. The young girl was so enthusiastic and optimistic that none of the hardship in her life has upset her.

It was a dozen minutes after 11 when she saw her boss Victor coming down the stairs with that lady. He looks a bit different. Paler, perhaps, Tracy wondered what happened, but she didn't think much and continued serving the drinks.

Victor gave her a strange smile and hung around with the other customers, while the lady walked straight towards the bartender. Tracy shivered at the sight of the weird lady, but she stroked the short hair around her ear and kept a professional smile when she was approaching.

"Do you want something to drink, miss?"

"Please, call me Olivia. And yes, I want a shot of Whiskey." The lady gazed in Tracy's eyes and handed her a small bottle of some red liquid, "Also, mix this special recipe in every drink you serve. It's on me."

"Sure. Please have a seat." A red mist began to cloud her mind and Tracy didn't think twice before she accepted the bottle.

Seconds later she started to mix the liquid and looked around. Victor stood up with some red stain around his mouth and walked to the next table. The middle-aged woman of the couple that has been chatting with her boss, was kneeling under the table, while the man was moaning from some kind of heavenly bliss. Olivia was kissing a young man on his neck while massaging his exposed erection softly. Tracy found nothing wrong and casually served the Whiskey and a glass of beer that man ordered.

"Here's your drinks." She carefully placed them on the table as she didn't want to disturb them too much.

Olivia broke the kiss and hissed at the bartender, with some red liquid dripping down from her mouth. Tracy felt very sorry and just left them alone.

Tracy finished serving all the drinks and rested behind the counter. Her night shift was coming to an end and she was looking forward to the date with her boyfriend on Sunday. She looked at the clock on the wall and realized that it was already around 4 in the morning. And her shift should've ended 3 hours ago.

It was at this moment that her mind was clear and she suddenly found something terribly wrong. Her clothes was covered in blood and there was a pair of puncture wounds on her left arm. She didn't feel much pain but she's definitely terrified. It finally came to her mind that the secret recipe, the stain around Victor's mouth and the liquid on Olivia's lips, were all blood.

She heard nothing. The bar was unusually quiet. When she raised her head and looked around, she found dozens of pairs of red eyes staring at her.

Her fear was washed away. When she was being ravaged by dicks, fingers and fangs from the horde, her boss among them, she felt only pleasure.

Olivia was lying on the floor, surrounded by pairs of fucking couples. She had sex with everyone of them, completely-turned or not.

"You want to have fun, James?" Olivia suddenly looked at you with blood and cum around her mouth, "Come over anytime you want!"

You almost screamed as your mind returned from the vision. Olivia went to the bar last night and basically turned everyone there. You felt your throat choked by the pure horror as you could barely breath.