Vespa is Waiting

You step onto the elevator. It is quite full, though very few are human. You lick your slightly elongated canines in anticipation.

You step off on the twelfth floor, unafraid of the gorgeous bloodsuckers.

You see Lydia and she smiles at you.

“Vespa is waiting for you.”

You walk briskly and effortlessly to Vespa’s office.

She waves you in.

“Come, Jessica, are you ready to start your training as a lawyer?”

You nod.

She laughs. Her body blurs and suddenly she’s next to you. She caresses your neck and the sexual thrill is electric.

She takes your hand and brings you to an office chair. She guides you into a sitting position. You feel the roughness of her tongue as she licks your neck.

You can believe how much you want her to bite you.

She gives a little girlish giggle and you feel a pinch. Pleasure rushes through you as her long fangs push deep inside you.

You are so high from the feeling, you barely hear the unladylike slurping of your blood.

You begin to weaken. Your eyelids droop of their own accord. If you weren’t so tired you might have wondered if you made a mistake.

Vespa cuts her wrist and dark, thick blood slowly oozes out. She holds it to your lips and a little dribbles into your mouth.

You try to stand, but your knees give out and you fall to the floor. You feel your heart stop and you are in sheer terror. The fear only lasts a matter of seconds as blackness overtakes you…