Yes, they do

30 minutes later:

Peter closed the bedroom door behind him and stood in the hallway for a second. Rose was under the covers, naked, mouth open, breathing slow and heavy. She’d mumbled something about needing another drink when he laid her down, then rolled onto her stomach and passed out. He hated that she got like this. Always had. She’d drink until she couldn’t stand and then act surprised in the morning. At least she was a good fuck when she was out of it. Peter had fucked her a couple of times before when she had come home black out drunk like that. The thought sat in his head for a second before he frowned. He didn’t know where it came from. Wasn’t Rose against drinking alcohol?

But then the thought entered his mind again, a memory he didn’t clearly recall. Wasn’t it just the previous week? He’d gone to her place after she stopped answering his texts. The front door was unlocked. He found her on the floor just inside the entrance, half out of her jeans, one shoe still on, the other kicked off near the couch. She was snoring softly, face turned to the side, a small puddle of spit under her cheek. Her shirt had ridden up. He remembered standing there looking at her bare stomach and the top of her panties, telling himself he should just get her to bed and leave.

But he didn’t leave. He crouched down and pulled her jeans the rest of the way off. She made a small noise but didn’t wake up. He rolled her onto her back. Her legs fell open. He pushed her panties to the side and ran two fingers through her pussy. She was wet. Not soaked, but wet enough. Rose’s eyes stayed closed. Her mouth moved like she was trying to say something. It came out slurred.

“Pete…? Wha… you doin’ here…”

He didn’t answer. He shoved his pants down, lined up his cock and pushed into her. She was tight even like this. Her pussy gripped him as he sank in. Rose’s head rolled to the side. A low, drunk moan left her throat. Her hands twitched against the floor but didn’t push him away. He started fucking her right there on the entryway floor, one hand braced beside her head, the other gripping her hip. Every thrust made her body shift on the hardwood. She kept slurring, half-sentences that didn’t make sense.

“Nnn… s’too much… Pete… fuck… feels… so good…”

He kept going. Her tits bounced under the shirt every time he bottomed out. He pulled the shirt up so he could watch them. Rose’s eyes cracked open once, unfocused, then slid shut again. She moaned louder when he angled his hips and hit deeper. Her legs tried to close around him, then fell open again like she didn’t have the strength to keep them there. He fucked her harder. The wet sound of his cock moving in and out of her filled the small entryway. She kept talking, words broken and thick.

“Gonna… cum…? Pete… inside… please…”

What a whore, Peter thought to himself. He didn’t pull out. He buried himself deep and came, cock pulsing as he filled her. Rose made a soft, confused sound. Her pussy clenched around him weakly. He stayed inside her until he finished, then pulled out slowly. Cum leaked out of her and onto the floor. He stood up, fixed his pants, then dragged her the rest of the way to her bed. He pulled her panties back into place, tugged the blanket over her and left. She was already snoring again by the time he closed the door.

The images kept flashing behind his eyes even now. Rose on the floor. Her slurred voice. The way her pussy felt when he came inside her. He knew it hadn’t happened. Or had it? He’d never done that. But the memory sat there anyway, sharp and clear, like it had. Regardless, his head seemed to hurt the more he thought about it.

He shook it off and walked down the hall into the living room.

Vivienne was on her knees in front of the couch. Yasmin sat with her legs spread, the sheer purple pants pushed down to her thighs. Vivienne’s face was buried between them, head moving slowly. Yasmin had one hand in Vivienne’s hair and a small, satisfied smile on her face. The gold lamp sat on the floor beside Vivienne’s knee.

Peter stopped. The tricky vampire had used the lamp. Of course she had. He bent down and picked it up. The second his fingers closed around it, Yasmin’s eyes went wide. She pushed Vivienne back gently, stood and dropped into the same stiff pose she’d used at the party, hands clasped, head bowed.

“What is your command, Master?”

Peter turned the lamp over in his hand. The hypnotist’s order was still in her. Every time someone new held the lamp, it reset. He wondered if the man had bothered to put any limits on it. Only one way to find out.

“I wish for you to be my loyal and obedient slave for the rest of my life.”

Yasmin’s smile didn’t change. “Your wish is my command.”

Peter laughed once, short and disbelieving. “So you’ll just do whatever I ask you now?”

“Yes, Master.” She joined her palms and bowed a little lower.

Something in the back of his head pushed hard. This wasn’t him. He needed to fight it. He needed to find the part of himself that still cared what happened to Rose and the others. He shook his head, trying to hold onto the thought. Vivienne made a small sound and pressed her cheek against his thigh, pouting up at him. The voice got quieter. He looked down at her and patted her head.

“Yeah, yeah, Vivi. You can have it.”

She smiled, hungry and insatiable. He pushed his pants down. Vivienne leaned in and started kissing his cock, slow, open-mouthed kisses from base to tip, like she was tasting every inch. She hummed against him between kisses. Peter watched her for a second, then looked at Yasmin.

“Come here.”

She stepped closer without hesitation. He rested one hand on her shoulder and slid the other down to her chest, squeezing one of her heavy tits through the thin gold top. It was soft and warm in his palm. Vivienne kept kissing his cock, taking her time, savoring it. Peter’s fingers tightened on Yasmin’s breast. He looked between the two of them and felt the last of the resistance slip.

Maybe going to the party and meeting the hypnotist there wasn’t so bad after all.

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