Her Lips Beckon

You move toward and she pulls you into a kiss. As your lips touch, your whole world crystallizes into the kiss. You never want it to end.

Eventually, it does.

As Vespa pulls away, you utter. “I’ll transfer to legal.”

Vespa grins a fanged smile. “I knew you would. Come, follow me.”

You follow her to the twelfth floor, admiring her ass the entire way. She takes you into her office. Paperwork sits upon her desk.

“Here Wendy, I have your paperwork set, but first there is a little initiation.”

She takes a wicked sharp black fingernail and slices her wrist. Shiny black blood oozes slowly from the wound. It smells intoxicating.

“Have a taste, Wendy.”

It is as much a command as an invitation. You place her wrist to your mouth. The taste is incredible. You feel your heart sputter and stop. You have only moments to panic before you fall to the ground, dead.

You don’t stay dead long. Your eyes flutter open. Vespa stands above you grinning.

“You’re one of us now and forever, Wendy Warshaw.”

You smile showing your fangs. Your breasts feel larger and heavier and your waist almost impossibly small.

“I left you a snack in the break room. Come back here when you’re done and we’ll get you some proper clothes.”

You sniff the air. You can smell blood, human blood. You hear the sound of crying. You stand and head to the break room.

Sitting in the corner is a young woman. Several dead bodies, drained of blood lay on the floor.

The woman cries. “Please. Please help me.”

You stare into her eyes. “Relax. Your ordeal will soon be over.”

You glide over to her and sit down next to her.

She shakes her head. “Please...”

You strike, your fangs going deep into her wrist. She relaxes as you slurp down her life’s blood. You feel her die. It is a magical feeling.

The blood stops flowing and you release her. You ignore the girl’s corpse as you head back to Vespa’s office.

She grins at you. “Did you enjoy your snack.”

“Delicious.”

“Good. I have a proper dress for you and a parasol.”

You undress, letting Vespa take in your improved curves. You slide on an elegant black dress and grab the lacy black parasol. You note you may not need it today as the sun has begun to set.

“Enjoy, Wendy. Tomorrow I’ll teach you law. We’ll see about the bar Friday.”

You exit and head home.