Vespa Price

You enter The Company. You pass through security far more easily than you remember.

You practically glide to the elevators. It dings and opens. You step on, practically into the arms of Vespa Price.

She is gorgeous. Her long perfect legs shine in black latex stockings. They emphasize a perfectly proportioned ass. Her breasts are perfect ice cream scoops pressing against an elegant corset. Her cheekbones are high, her nose is petite and her hair is a lustrous raven black.

You find yourself very attracted to her.

“Hello, Wendy.”

You blush. She knows your name.

“Hello, Miss Price.”

“Call me Vespa, Wendy. All my friends do and I’d like us to be friends.”

“Vespa, what happened to me in legal?”

She laughs melodiously. You watch as her canines elongate into fangs and her eyes glow like embers from a fire.

You feel your own canines grow and you wonder if your eyes are lit up as well.

“Well, Wendy, I see you’ve had your first.”

You know she means first kill. You blush.

“There’s nothing to be ashamed of. They are little more than food.”

What she says makes perfect sense.

You giggle. “He was delicious. How many have you had?”

Vespa laughs a rich laugh. “I lost count long ago, Wendy.”

She licks her full, luscious, blood red, lips. You want to kiss them.

“You can.”

You wonder if she read your mind or if you are just that obvious.

“Give me a kiss, Wendy, and come to legal. I promise to mentor you in every way.”

The way she says everything way’ excites and arouses you.

She gets close to you, close enough to kiss.