With Jonathon

You feel the says last rays touch your house. Your eyes snap open, as red as blood. You need day servants, guards to do your bidding whilst you sleep.

You think of your would be lovers. Neither is appropriate for coupling. However, their devotion to you would make them excellent minions.

Jonathon in particular has a very nice house. It will make a fine first refuge for you.

You pick up your cell and dial up Jonathon.

“Hello, Jonathon.” You let your voice ooze seduction.

“Heather, what’s up! You didn’t answer your texts. With the house blowing up I was worried about you.”

“I’m fine, Jonathon. I’d like you to take me for an evening stroll and perhaps a bite.”

He pauses. “Ah…well…heck, never mind. Tonight sounds great. I’ll pick you up in an hour?”

“Wonderful.”

You lick your lips, thinking of drinking his blood. The thought of the sticky red plasma on your fangs and lips, makes you more than a little wet.

You look down and realize you are still in the dress from the night at the house. That won’t do. You head to your closet. You peruse your sexiest outfits. A black dress with lace catches your attention. It is meant to be worn with a shirt underneath. You suppose it’s a suggestion, not a requirement.

You slide it on. Your newly enhanced breasts stretch the lace, but it fits. Your nipples are easily visible through the sheer fabric. Of course that’s part of its charm.

You head outside into the night to wait for Jonathon.