Trevor, star on the rise

You look out the large window of your bedroom. In the bed the groupie you picked up earlier is sleeping off the drilling you just gave her. You are young, you are beautiful, you are rich and L.A. is at your feet. You feel exhilarated. You think about the new role that was offered to you on Friday, the main character in a super hero flick budgeted in the hundreds of millions. You hope that the production will carry on despite the bombings of New York and Washington. If it does, you’ll definitely end up posing in front of shitloads of American flags.

On your bedside table, your phone buzzes.

It’s Shannon, the daughter of one of the producers. She’s a bit younger than you but you became friends at one of those crazy parties organized by John Musso, the new actor/director/producer/singer that is taking over Hollywood.

“Hey there.”

“Hey Trevy, so good you’re up, we’re in front of your gate and we were wandering if you could let us in.”

“Shannon, it’s late and I have to get some rest.”

“Come on, we’ll make it worth your while.”

What the hell, you’re not tired anyway…

“Okay, give me minute, I’ll open the door.”

You grab a bath robe hanging on a chair.

“Who’s we?” you wonder.

***

The two girls walk up the garden path that leads to your entrance. As she steps into the light, you recognize the second girl as London Shiliott, heir to the global luxury hotel chain. Despite the fact that you attended a couple of parties where she was putting on her show, you never talked to her. You didn’t know she was Shannon’s friend either. It surprises you because, according to the tabloids, she’s supposed to be a dumb superficial bitch. On the other hand, you experienced first-hand how they can twist the truth.

“Hey there girls!”

You pause for a second.

“Is Halloween early this year?”

“Some like that.”

The two newcomers are wearing the best vampires disguises you’ve seen in your life. Fangs, contact lenses, pale skin, all is amazingly realistic. It kind of reminds you of something that you saw over facebook earlier in the afternoon, something about a small town in the middle west, Maryville… no Monroeville… but a dark cloud is starting to cover your thoughts.

“Since you have the coolest house in the neighborhood…” Shannon starts as she follows you to the huge living room.

You do have the coolest house in the neighborhood. You bought it two years ago after you got first multi million dollars contract. You’re starting to regret it, maintenance is ruining you, you actually had to make a cameo on a kid’s show last month just to pay for the bills… But yeah, coolest house in the neighborhood.

“… we thought that we could gather all our friends here tonight to have a big party.”

Party? At your place? But… but nothing actually, you should be totally against it and you’re not.

“And before they arrive we want to prepare you. Why don’t you make yourself comfortable?”

Comfortable, yes you could do that. You seat on the gigantic couch facing the patio door. London, seats by your side and without further introduction slips a hand inside your bathrobe, her nails scratching your torso. As she reaches for the tent on the robe, you realize that you’ve been hard since the girls entered your house. Are you embarrassed? Not really.

Shannon kneels in front of you. She opens the robe and bends forward to lick the precum covered bulb. She raises her face. Her eyes shine with an evil glow.

“You fucked someone earlier, nice…” she says smiling before going back to your shaft.

Her mouth is so cold you shiver. But her tongue piercing works wonders on your hardness.

“Your cock is as beautiful as the rest of you,” London whispers to your ear, “I’m definitely having some of it later.”

You abandon yourself to the delightful mouths of your two guests.

***

When you wake up you feel confused. The girls are nowhere to be seen. Through the patio door, you spot a fire in the valley. The Blue Ray player under the TV tells you that less than half an hour has passed since the girls arrived. You stand looking around. Something is changed. Is it the light? The house seems brighter than usual. Something in your perception of the world is sharper, more muffled sounds, stronger scents… delicious scents… Shit! You’re hungry… Thirsty, actually not hungry. You should walk to the kitchen but your steps take you up the stairs to your bedroom, to the sleeping groupie.

Before you reach the landing, you stop. Is that her heart beat? Yes… probably. You resume your ascent. Your dick is so hard it almost hurts… Wait, are you thirsty or horny? A bit of both, a lot of both. Actually, both feelings are now intricately intertwined in your mind, it’s hard to make the difference. You push the door. You can feel her heat in the bed, you lick your lips. Starving. You slip by her side. In her sleep she turns around and nests against your chest.

“Trevor?” she moans.

You kiss her forehead, her closed eye, her cheek.

“No… Trevor…”

But there’s no stopping you anymore. So thirsty… You feel her pulse under your lips. You start kissing her, biting her. When her blood explodes in your mouth you are surprised by the power of the stream. But the taste of the warm nectar is so delicious that you don’t stop, you drink. She moans, screams, scratches your back…

“Oh Trevor…”

***

The groupie lies dead by your side. You didn’t turn her, you couldn’t, you were too eager, too impatient. Your blood lust is partially satiated but you can feel the beast roaming in your mind readying itself for more. You’re a vampire now, it doesn’t sound as odd as it should. Your dick is still painful, you need an ass or a cunt to stick it in. Where are the girls? You concentrate… A faint moan coming from the maid’s house across the garden.

A couple of cars are parking outside, new blood bags for you to fuck and turn.

You jump out of the bed and walk to the bathroom to ready yourself to receive your guests properly… You smile. Your fangs grow as you think what you’re going to do them.