Lois’ Lanes

In the last two years you have never had the occasion to go to the local bowling alley. Actually you’ve never been in a bowling alley. All you know about them is what you’ve seen in American movies and what your colleagues and the kids told you about them. In a way, this is part of the Americana experience you were looking for when you left La Rochelle what feels like lifetime ago. But tonight, it’s not the authentic American experience or even bowling what you are looking for.

Brooke stops the car at the edge of the parking lot. As you are about to exit the vehicle, she holds you and grabs your chin.

“Tst, tst, tst, where do you think you’re going? You’re definitely not going out dressed liked that, young lady.” She says giggling. “First, let’s have a look at your sweet little face…”

She takes a small case out of her backpack and starts by applying black lipstick, blue eye shadow and dark eyeliner to your mouth, cheeks and eyelids. You look at your face in the rearview mirror and you must agree that it does make you look much more appetizing. She rummages again through her backpack and throws a pair of tiny black sport shorts at your face. It smells Brooke, it’s been used, you do not care, you slip in it. It fits your ass perfectly and the slutty camel toe it draws between your legs adds a little je ne sais quoi to the picture.

“Almost there…” she says unbuttoning your now oversized white shirt and tying it over your belly, “there you go, perfect. Let’s go, I’m starving too.”

Reflected in the sliding doors, you see your whole new self for the first time. An insolent nose in the middle of a sleek face, deep green eyes, long dark hair falling on a slender neck, skinny silhouette, skimpy legs, a plump ass and a beautiful pair of generous breasts... A figure to damn a saint. Oh, and you’ve lost a few centimeters too.

As you step inside the bowling alley you are assaulted by a warm whiff of air carrying deliciously sweaty musk. You close your eyes enjoying the moment. A tingling feeling in your guts. Hunger and lust. You look around the place and see it for what it is: a decadent all you can eat, all you can fuck buffet. This evening is going to be quite interesting.

In your mind, the rune for Presence starts glowing by itself. A group of teenagers cannot help but stare at you, a woman pathetically misses her shot, a couple of girls sipping on milk shakes comment on your looks. The center of attention, that is also new for you. Brooke walks to one of the lanes and mingles with a group of teenagers. Three girls, two guys, you know none of them, probably local kids.

“This is Yvette,” she introduces you to the group, “she’s a pen pal from France.”

The teenagers welcome you. You are surprised, in their eyes you don’t see the suspicion you’ve grown used to see in young people’s stares. You are one of them. Brooke sits by a girl, it won’t be long before she joins your family. A cute little redhead attracts your attention. Round face, fleshy lips, a slutty dog necklace, she seems fascinated by you. You indulge her.

“I’ve never bowled; would you mind showing me?” you ask, feigning innocence.

Damn your voice is hot.

She smiles, you follow her to the end of the lane. She grabs a ball.

“The goal is to hit all ten pins. You’ve got two balls to do that.”

Domination is glowing red in your mind.

Show me.

“Let me show you.”

She hands you the ball and steps behind you. Her warmth feels nice against your cold carcass.

“You slip your fingers into the holes. Like this and now you bring your arm to your chest.”

Touch me. Slip your fingers into my hole.

Her left hand on your leg starts sliding up your thigh. You bite your lips as she starts discreetly massaging your swollen labia. Doing it yourself was already something, having someone else do it, is another thing altogether. Soon, pushing the thin fabric to a side, two fingers slide in. An invisible drop of saliva pours from the corner of your mouth. Unable to hold it anymore, you drop the ball which rolls into the gutter. You turn around and plant a lusty kiss on the girl’s mouth. You strengthen Presence extending it all over the bowling alley.

Everybody is now looking at you two, everybody is looking at the two girls kissing. Everybody finds it hot, so hot. You push her against the ball return machine, she leans back offering you her neck. You raise your head; your fangs extend, you smile to your audience before sinking them just above the leathery necklace. She moans. Blood splashes all over Brooke’s friends.

Some screams and exclamations, but not too many; your Presence is strong and soon the crowd starts clapping and cheering. Denial, your audience is probably mistaking your display for a pre-Halloween promotional performance. You drink deeper forgetful of your surroundings. Shivering under your hungry fangs, she comes loudly. You lick the wound, bite your tongue, trail up her chin and finish her by a bloody kiss.

You stand. Everybody is still looking at you, you smile, take a couple of dance steps and finish by bowing to your audience. The alley bursts into applause. You bow again…

On the other hand, nobody looks at Brooke who is in the process of turning one of the guys. By her side a new vampire is already opening her eyes. You walk to the DJ’s booth. The manager hidden behind seems confused, you help him with it through a powerful burst of Domination. He lowers the eyes, he belongs to you.

Surrender, close the doors.

You grab the mike.

“Ladies and gentlemen, my name is Yvette, your Sexy French Vampire Queen; my colleagues “ – you point at Brooke’s friends – “and I are here, tonight, to give you all a little preview of the Dreadful Halloween Night Extravaganza at Lois’ Lanes. I hope you enjoyed the show.”

You walk to the table with the two girls and their milk shakes.

“Hello ladies,” you smile, mike in hand, “what are your names.”

“I’m Becca and this is Julianne.”

Becca is in her mid-twenties and Julianne must be a bit younger. They both are small framed blondes. Becca has green eyes – just like you, you remember – and Julianne has very clear blues you’d love to see crying.

“Nice to meet you Becca and Julianne, I saw you two, naughty girls, giggling as I entered, do you still want to giggle, or do you feel a bit frightened by my terrifying awesomeness?”

Becca mumbles something.

“Speak in the mike, I’m not sure everyone caught that.”

“I said: not frightenned, a bit turned on.”

“Turned on? I can work with that... And what did turn you on?”

“I... You did... when you were kissing the other girl...”

“And would you like me to kiss you too? This is turning into rated R show. Thank god, there are no children in the audience.”

Becca seems revolted at the idea, she’ll come around soon enough.

“Or maybe you’re a little pervert – a voyeur as they say in my home country – and you’d rather see me kiss your friend Julianne here? Would you like that Julianne?”

Julianne seems revolted as well but, what the hell, you’re a predator and you will take your victims as they come, willing or unwilling. You concentrate your presence on the poor girl. She tries to resist but there’s no use you are far too powerful.

“So Julianne?”

She gurgles her interior conflict in the mike.

“I’ll take that for a yes,” you giggle smiling to the audience.

Don’t be afraid. Surrender.

You conjure obtenebration. Rising from the ground, the shadows surround you but soon hold, creating a halo of light around your face. You close the gap between you and your next prey. Her lips taste like strawberry…. Oh yeah right, the milkshake.

“Give up your mortality, give me your soul and join me in darkness so we can rule the night…” you whisper to the mike as your fangs scratch her neck.

Her blood, soon pouring down your throat is coppery and filled with lust. You take your fill before looking around. Becca does not seem so sure anymore that you are just a performer. Behind her, it’s starting to get interesting. Brooke and her friends have not been idle and the situation has grown a bit hairy. Spreading like a plague the madness of blood lust is taking over the bowling alley.

You walk to Becca.

"Sweet thing, are you afraid now?"

She starts screaming.

You can see your little clan walking around the tables, picking their victims at random. Some are turned others are left for dead, some are drained, others are fucked. Brooke, that little bitch, is playing with Vicissitude, she transforms her victims. Perfect beauty or hentai monsters built for sex, her wild imagination has no limit: Dicks for arms, mouths as pussies, multiple shafts, any hole is good for a pounding, any protuberance can become a dildo, tentacles finishing with penises. That girl has the weirdest fantasies.

Screams and cries, moans and laughter, there is no more logic, the alley has been turned into a chaotic hell.

Becca is in your arms, her pussy filled with desire and your fingers, you drink her dry.

Brooke, spreading in lane four, is being fucked from behind by a weird mass of dicks and pussies as she finishes an old man.

Your redhead on her knees is sucking blood and sperm from the dick of a teenager.

One of the guys is having fun with a group of gorgeous girls.

Most of the patrons are still under the influence of your presence but a small group has started stumbling towards the door trying to escape.

“Heads up guys, there’s a group trying to escape.”

A few heads lift from their victims. You turn off presence. The screams grow louder. You will soon move on to somewhere else. Becca opens her eyes admiring her new mistress.