Well, the ghoul's not around yet, so ...

Andy gasps as you slam her into the wall of the bathroom stall, her legs wrapped around your waist. Teasing her with soft kisses down her neck, you can hear her laugh as she pushes against you eagerly. So, yeah, the ghoul wasn’t here yet.

“We should really get back out there …” she tells you, less than even half-heartedly as she rolls her jacket off her shoulders, then dips and catches your lips with hers. Both of you groan into each other, underwear already hanging off the hook meant for coats on the door. After all, if you were going to get back to hunting after this, you wouldn’t want to do it with soaked panties. Though Andy hadn’t given you much of a choice when you showed up, showing you her torn-up, loose-hanging black shirt didn’t have anything underneath it with a subtle tug and adjustment. It could have been an accident … but the wink suggested otherwise. “I mean, you never know when he might decide to stop by!” she finishes when your lips part.

“You’re right, we really should be careful!” you exclaim softly with a half-smile. “Guess that means I just need to fuck you kind of hard.”

“Oh no. Not that. Anything but that,” Andy responds flatly with a broad grin, grinding herself against you. “Just HATE it if you screwed me like a cheap slut in a bathroom. Wouldn’t be a huge turn-on at all.”

“I think you’re lying!” you tell her in mock horror.

“Prove it,” she hisses at you before one of your hands slips under her shirt. Words vanish with a quiet moan as you slip your powerful fingers around one of her breasts, letting her feel how simple it is to squeeze one with almost no effort. “FUCK, you’re strong! We really need to keep up with your training!”

“Does this count as a grappling lesson?” you tease, slowly putting one of her nipples between two of your fingers as you kiss down her neck again, this time letting your fangs out and running them along her skin without pushing down.

“I don’t know, you haven’t – oh fuck, yes! – you haven’t pinned me yet,” she manages to say between groans. You lift Andy up for a moment, then drop her almost to the floor, spinning her around. Her hands hit the stall wall, ass sticking out towards you as she squeals in surprise and excitement at the move. One of your hands trails slowly up her leg, slipping over the tight leather of her tie-up boots to her soft, warm skin. She pants notably harder as you slide your fingers from the outside of her leg to the inside as you reach her thighs, adjusting them a bit farther apart in anticipation.

“Do you want more?” you ask as your hand slides her short, denim skirt up, your hand running over her ass slowly as she squirms up against the wall. She nods eagerly. “Couldn’t hear you.”

“Yes …” she gasps, eyes closed as your hand moves down again and your fingertips just barely tease her slit, wetness extremely evident even from brief contact. “Kind of need more!”

“Good. And who’s in charge?” you ask, leaning over her, kissing her neck very softly as your other hand slide over her flat stomach.

“You are,” she answers. You’re surprised how timid it sounds from the sultry, sexually-experienced vampire hunter, but the light moans as she lets you direct her body tell you it’s more the position than discomfort. “I know I need to be hunting, but I’m so fucking horny, so if you could please use and **** my tight, little body however cheaply and rough you want, I would really appreciate it!”

“Well, when you put it like that,” you tell her as your hand snakes up her shirt again. Just as you reach the underside of her breasts, you pull her back for a second, yank her shirt up, then press her tits against the cold metal of the wall as your fingers plunge inside her pussy from behind. She lets out a sharp scream, then covers her mouth as fast as she can, remembering you’re in a VERY public place.

You don’t let up, fingers pushing inside Andy’s sopping cunt, probing gently to find her g-spot, then starting to pump into her. The sharper noises she’s trying to keep anyone but you from hearing deepen, moaning into her hand as the heat from her pussy and the frigid steel on her chest contrast bombastically inside her.

Watching her squirm beneath your fingers, pinned up between you and the wall like this, you can’t help but hike your own skirt up as you fuck her and starting to play with your clit. Honestly, you’re not any less wildly turned-on than she is right now, but you maintain your composure. Besides, there’s something satisfying about watching her writhe and stifle passionate cries at your insistence.

Both of you hear the door to the bathroom open, then footsteps. Not wanting to stop, you keep massaging your clit, slower now. While you’re in an easy place to avoid getting too loud still, you smirk as your fingers slow only just a tiny bit inside Andy. She glances back at you in faux mortification, lips curved into a grin in spite of herself. She then bites her hand when another shriek blazes up her throat, muting it into muffled squeaks while you can hear a door close and lock turn on the far end of the room.

“If you had to pick between letting her hear you and me making you cum, which would it be?” you whisper to her wickedly, then slowly draw your tongue over her neck. You prick it the slightest bit again with your fangs to tease her, and just as she recovers enough to move her hand away, she claps it over her mouth again at the noises feeling you almost bite her draw out.

“Oh, right now?” she tries to answer casually when she gets her voice under control, heaving against the wall as you fuck her faster and deeper, her pussy squeezing around your fingers regularly as she gets closer to orgasm. “Don’t stop. I can tell her. Scream your name so loud she won’t ever forget it. I can ask her if she wants to come in. What the fuck do you want me to do? I’ll do it, Jaq, just … oooohhhhh, fuck, please keeping fucking me!”

“And what if I want you to be very, very quiet?” you say as she arches her back, mashing her breasts into the wall as you speed up. “And if I think she can hear you, I’m going to stop?”

“I’ll make it work. God, I’m so fucking close!” she pants out as quietly as she can. Her fingers curl, knuckles whitening as she braces herself hard. “Fuck, I’m about to cum! What do you want?!”

“Quiet. I think it’ll be harder for you,” you tease as you slide your hand away from your own crotch. You’re fairly confident you’re worked up enough this should be more than sufficient to get you all the way. Your hand tangles in Andy’s hair as you fingerbang her to the brink of climax, soft gasps and muffled moans escaping her attempts to purse her lips together tight enough. As you tug her hair back, she moves her right arm. Her forearm slams into the wall, hand pressed hard over her mouth as she correctly predicts what you’re about to do.

She bursts over your fingers as your fangs drive into her neck, the now-familiar taste of her on your tongue enough to get you to cum with her. Your legs quiver as you drink from her, balance becoming increasingly hard to maintain. Andy’s eyes roll back as she screams into her palm, doing a very efficient job of staying nearly-silent, and you savor the rich, acidic flavor of her blood as it flows into your mouth.

Both of you hear a stall door open, then a sink turn on shortly after. As it does, you bite harder into her neck and fuck her faster, her face, torso, arm, and hand all pressed tightly under your pressure as she groans and pants harder by the second, peaking violently with the feeling of your mouth and fingers overwhelming her, along with the risk of breaking your control enough to make you stop. You use her neck to muffle your own moans as you orgasm again with her, both of you desperately quieting the wild screams of lust that are aching to rip out of you.

Neither of you notice for a little that the other person’s clearly left. By the time you lick over the holes in her neck, you’ve collapsed on to her back, breathing lightly to even yourself out, while Andy earnestly tries to catch her breath, letting most of her weight rest on the things propping her up, namely you and the stall. You grin, both because you feel better and because you’re starting to enjoy how fast you recover from exertion now. In a few seconds, it’ll be like you hardly even tried, but still with that pleasant tingle dancing over your nerves. The actual need for breathing seems so inconvenient as you watch Andy’s half-closed eyes and heaving body. It is still pretty hot to watch her like this, though.

“That,” she finally says, turning around to face you, but still leaning back on the wall, “was fucking sexy.”

“I’m feeling a little more in my element, wanted to show you how I play when I’m on top,” you explain with a shrug, but can’t help from grinning a little smugly. She rolls her eyes, but still smiles as well.

“No complaints, trust me!” she pants out with a laugh. “Least you could do is get me some toilet paper, though. I am all down my legs, and we probably shouldn’t be drenched in nut while we go ghoul-stalkin’.”

“Agreed,” you respond with a serious nod, despite how absolutely not-serious you feel. The two of you clean up quickly, get your underwear back on, briefly get distracted making out for a second, then finally wash your hands and get back to Decker’s main floor. Unlike Blue 8, Decker’s a little more bar-y, less dance-y, which should make your target easier to spot.

Andy bumps your arm with her elbow and nods towards a group of girls. Someone you swear you recognize from school is doing “shadow puppets,” for them by the table’s candle, but you can easily identify it as obtenebration at work. At least, you’re pretty sure that’s the formal name for your darkness-thing; that was the least goofy name you got off that weird website Eva and you have been digging for actual information through.

“What are you thinking for the approach?” Andy asks as you watch the guy flirt a little too forwardly with the ladies at the table, a few of them showing signs of trying to pull their friends away. Just **** him is probably out with so many eyes on you. You could whammy him (screw official names, that’s still what you’re calling it) if you got close, but if he IS from Workwick, he could panic and run if he sees you coming, especially if he has a way to know what you are. Andy would be the more discreet choice, but then both of you are relying purely on experience and manipulation rather than weird Dracula magic.