One last drink at your place

Suzanne smiles and grabs her glass on the designer table of her living room. Across from her, sitting on the expensive black leather couch, is the short haired blonde, her unimaginably long legs crossed. She smiles back with her thick red lipstick. For a moment, Suzanne’s gaze gets lost in the view of the lights of the city’s skyline on the other side of the large bay windows, but her attention is soon drawn back into the fancy penthouse.

“Suzanne? That’s French right?”

Suzanne shifts her eyes to the right, towards the redhead, the other girl that followed her home, standing by the bar that separates the kitchen from the rest of the flat.

“Uhu, I think so, my mom liked it and, I believe my father did not really have a say in it.”

Both strange women giggle.

Why did Suzanne accept the invitation of those two fascinating creatures to have a last drink at her place?

Well, first of all, because she likes girls and these two are probably among the most breathtaking specimens of the kind gender she has had the opportunity to meet.

Second, because she went out tonight to find a one night stand at the most fashionable yet discreet lesbian nightclub in town, and these two sirens, even if they exceed her original target by one, are not the kind that you scold off.

Third, because she is horny and would not mind loosing herself under the silk sheets of her bed with these two magnificent women.

Yet, the question remains, because these two stink of danger and, in her position, Suzanne must be wary of threats. CEO of a multi-billion dollar edge fund, closeted lesbian, she must be careful of the press and rival companies. Why closeted? Because it is not the world’s fucking business with whom she enjoys herself and, also, because a good part of the funds she manages come from conservative country and she cannot afford to loose this literal godsend. Pure stupid politics, she knows it but she is here for the money and a scandal would destroy the fund and her career. And she has spent too much time and effort on that one to let it slip for a one night stand. Even with these two magnificent apparitions.

“Do you speak French, Suzanne?” The redhead continues.

“I must say that I don’t…”

“It is a very sensual language…” the blonde.

“Oui… extrêmement sensuel…” the redhead again.

The stunning woman has now left her glass on the counter and she is strolling along the expensive wooden floor towards Suzanne.

This dance, this dance of seduction, is troubling Suzanne. A lot, a lot more than what she is used to. Strong woman in man’s world , she is used to be in charge, on the top, guiding her lovers like she leads her subordinates. But tonight, she is not in charge, tonight, the two creatures who have taken hold of her dominion, are.

“Suzanne… I really love how your name sounds…. Suzanne. It rolls under the tongue.” The redhead, now sitting close by her side, too close, keeps on repeating her name.

The warm voice of the woman is entrancing. Suzanne is not in control anymore. She straightens up. Time for counter attack.

“I did not catch your name…”

“I did not give it you…”

The redhead pauses letting her tongue pass on her lips.

“… let’s say you can call me Red.”

“Yes, I like that, Red… and you can call me Blondie…” Across the table, the second woman says.

No, this is not how it was supposed to go. Made up names is not what Suzanne was expecting, once again she has lost control. But she cannot help herself from being fascinated. Fascinated and entranced.

“You like a woman’s touch, Suzanne.” Red.

“Yes, we felt it right away.” Blondie.

A hand on her thigh, Suzanne looks down. The fingers are slender and pale. Also, cold.

“We are going to touch you tonight, Suzanne.” Red.

“Touch you and much more.” Blondie.

Another hand on her other thigh. Suzanne looks up. Blondie is not on the black leather couch across the room anymore. Blondie is by her side. When did Blondie move? Suzanne does not know. She looks at the blonde beauty. A hint of yellow in her eyes, a hint of madness, savagery, wild and hungry, she shivers as the two creatures spread her legs apart.

Suzanne gulps as the hands slide over her inner thighs. This is going too fast. She likes it slower normally but she is not in control tonight.

All the glasses, the two on the table, the one on the counter, remain barely touched. An expensive bottle of wine, lost. But at the same time, her six digit salary should be able to cover for that and the touch of these women is more than worth it.

“Relax Suzanne,” the voice is coming from her right.

“Yes, relax…” the other voice from her left.

The voices are close, too close, close to her ear, left ear and right ear. The hands on her thighs, the mouths on her cheeks, slowly crawling down her haw line, slowly crawling up her groin.

The lips on her neck, on each side of her neck, Red on her left, Blondie on her right.

“It’s going to show…” she tries to protest as the two women start to suck on the skin of her neck.

“A bit, but you won’t really mind…” Red says.

But was it Red? Suzanne recognised the voice but the redhead’s lips never left her neck. Her tongue, her teeth, her saliva still teasing her…Was the voice in her head? Or did she just imagine it? Suzanne’s head is now resting back, deep into the couch and the two women are all over her, sucking on her neck, tenderising her flesh, and their fingers are slipping inside her expensive underwear…

Suddenly.

Pain. Unbearable pain. Surging on both sides of her face, grabbing her skull, just below her ears. And the two women suck hard, loud, slurping. And the pain slips away as many fingers slide into her, pulling her apart. And warmth starts to pour on her neck, past the two women’s lips, on her shoulders, into her cleavage, making a warm liquid necklace. Warm and sticky, slowly rolling on her skin.

Suzanne feels good; better than that, she feels amazing.

And, after a short while, they let go, above Suzanne’s resting head, they kiss. Their lips are red, redder still than before, dripping with red, dark red, blood red. But their fingers remain inside of her, making her feel amazing.

Yes, Suzanne feels amazing; better than that, she feels sublime…

And she wants to join in on the kiss.

With **** effort, she manages to pull one hand up, and then the other. Her fingers wrap around Red’s cheek on one side and comb through Blondie’s hair on the other.

The women stop to kiss and look at her. Their eyes are yellow now, animal. In their mouths, a pair of long sharp fangs, covered in the dark red lipstick. Not lipstick, blood. It looks like blood. The warmth on her chest continues to pour out from her neck. Blood, Suzanne’s blood.

Beautiful Red leans in for a kiss.

Yes, blood, coppery blood, her blood. Suzanne realises as she tastes her life **** on the woman’s lips, inside her mouth, coating her tongue.

Vampires? Vampires do not exist.

Blondie is now kissing her stomach, falling between Suzanne legs, both hands pushing her legs apart, facing her slit, and the creature’s tongue dives into her. Pain again, pain in her crotch and pain in her mouth. Red bites Suzanne’s lips, her tongue, her cheeks. Blondie drives her teeth into the sensitive folds of the CEO’s intimacy.

And again, the pain evaporates. And Suzanne does not really mind if all these bites are going to show tomorrow at her nine AM meeting because, right now, there is no tomorrow.

“I love it when they come as we feed.” Blondie’s voice… in her mind, again.

Red has wrapped her hands behind Suzanne’s head as they kiss, and she drinks. Blondie’s fingers dig into Suzanne’s ass as she dives deeper into her folds, and she drinks.

And Suzanne squirts into Blondie’s mouth. And Blondie moans in delight. And Red grunts and sucks and Suzanne faints.

Darkness and then light. Little light, subtle light, coming from another room, barely disturbing Suzanne pleasant slumber.

Some time has passed, how long, Suzanne does not know. She opens her eyes. She is not in her living room anymore, she is on her bed. Her bed is wet, soaked in something sticky and cooling. The women are with her, one of them has her tit in her mouth, the other, has her lips wrapped around her inner thigh. They continue sucking, more gentle yet still rabid.

“She’s back,” Red says giggling letting go of Suzanne’s breast.

As if to welcome her back, three fingers penetrate forcefully her slit, Suzanne is so wet. The digits slide in without much resistance and Suzanne instantly comes.

Red, who has appeared in her line of sight, licks Suzanne’s lips. Red’s sharp fangs braze against Suzanne’s bruised mouth. Where she should feel pain she only feels pleasure.

“You taste so good, sweetheart… We almost exhausted you while you were out but now that you are back we can get back to the plat the resistance.”

And the two creatures help her on her ass. And playfully they start to please each other. They kiss, they bite. Fingers and tongues are slipped into gaping and welcoming holes. Suzanne’s partners turn out to be better than she expected, better than she could have hoped for in her wildest dreams. Love and passion, squirt and blood, sweat, juice saliva, they exchange and despite Suzanne’s growing exhaustion, she gives as much as she receives.

Slowly and pleasantly, the night goes on.

The first rays of the sun peak through the closed blinds as Suzanne is finally drained by the monsters.

The next evening, as the sun sets over the city, Suzanne wakes up. She feels both exhausted and parched. Her lovers have left her alone.

She walks to the kitchen, The glass of water that ends up in front of her does not feel appropriate. She walks to the bathroom, there is no reflection in the mirror. She smiles, teasing her fangs with the tip of her tongue. She takes a shower.

Her phone in hand, she dials her PA, a young and dynamic beauty less than thirty years old. Waving away her missed meetings of the day, she invites her to her place. Soon, she will take what she needs to quench her thirst and after that, she will have to get to work. She has big plans for the edge fund, plans that will make her a queen. A queen of the night.