Tonight’s fairly big disaster is that all the fans who spent serious coin to get to London (Moonlight Starfury with Alex and Jason, June 09) had been blindsided by show business and the ubiquitous clauses that cover their asses and disappoint us….the average Josefine who has spent 1 or 2 house payments to see their rave faves.I'm right beside you crossing the pond with non-refundable airline tickets....so my ass it there wild in the streets. Be there or be square. REAL Square. 
So I can’t get you refunded airline tickets…..I can write fanfic…..so here it is.
Pinkie....this one's for you.....
“It’s Deadly in Vegas”
Rated R for implied Sexual acts, Innuendo and possible violence.
Josef’s POV:
If I had only owned the ad agency that coined the phrase
“what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas”. If I dig down deep maybe I do….and it was this weekend in Vegas that would have inspired the slogan.
February, 1994
I despise Valentine’s Day. How does a 400 year old vampire celebrate the holiday of love when I have the libido of a hummingbird and the attention span of a gnat?
SNAFU, situation normal, all fucked up. Weeks ago I had ordered a dozen long stemmed red roses to be delivered to each of my ladies at their home.
The cards simply to read
“For all you do, this red’s for you, J”. No assignations of love….simply a declaration of appreciation.
Tonight, the 13th, my wingman and I fly to Vegas, the last bastion of the anonymous one nighters. It’s a fun city, it runs all night and in February the weather isn’t as bad as one would think. It’s not where Ill be relocating. . . . It was OK for Howard Hughes, and eventually even he saw the light and took relocation to Seattle.
As Barbara poured single malt into a double rocks glass and delivered it to my seat I semi reclined the chair and gave her wink. She noticed I looked a bit pale and extended a wrist which I demurred, didn’t want an in-flight meal.
“Wingman, great conscious of us all, what will you be doing while I enjoy the greatest collection of show girls since last season?” I threw a sideways look at the beleaguered Mick St John, as he pursed his lips and made notes in a small leather notebook pulled from his breast pocket.
“I don’t know, Josef, perhaps check out the UNLV Basketball team, March Madness is right around the corner” he closed the notes and laid the book on the table next to him.
“Mick, you are the only vamp I know looking for something that size on a wooden court and not on a showgirl’s chest. Remind me why I am bringing you with me for fun?” I was shaking my head at him, the damn recalcitrant monk that he was.
“Well, leave me the info for your lawyer just in case you get in too deep. A wingman also bails the pilot out of jail” Mick seemed so totally immersed in following the tow headed tyke from 1985 that I thought he was developing a Lolita fetish, the photo he carried revealed a nicely developing 13 year old in a Scout camp t-shirt as she held a b-b gun.
“Do you think it’s wise to follow a pubescent former client when she’s learning to handle firearms?” I gave him the eyebrow and he shook his head, tucking the photo inside his pocket over his heart.
The jet landed at McCarran Airport and taxied to the private hangers. I ran a hand thru my hair and shook out the waist of my trousers, adjusting the maroon braces over my silk shirt. I had to pull Mick out of the seat as I headed out. What a killjoy.
The limo driver stood officiantly at the passenger door. He nodded, I nodded and we slid into the most god awful garish white limo I have ever seen. I made a note to myself, no white limos in the private garage.
“Mr. Korston, we have been directed to take you to the VIP entrance, your suite is taken care of and has been fully stocked for your arrival” the driver peered at the rearview mirror as he apprised me of the things I had arranged. . . .How hard is it to say my name? Korston, Kostan…I’ll just take it off his 20% I thought.
We arrived at the Las Vegas Hilton, and I regarded the sign for the show, Starlight Express. I wondered if Yvette still made visits on roller-skates. What a night….dinner a smooth 0+ a musical on skates about a train and a lively young redhead who could do the dandiest things wearing just roller skates!
The double doors of the suite opened to reveal an expanse of light thru the glass walls. Everything was happening and it appeared to be happening in my suite. Helicopters flew from resort to resort, the mountains invisible in the miles of neon guiding the guests to a higher and higher level of debauchery on a journeyman’s wage.
Sure, they wouldn’t party like me….but the little people were here to have fun too and they would. I stripped off my tie and coat, dropping the braces around my waist as I got acquainted with the suite.
“Mr. Korston, we have…”
There the little drone goes again. I put out a hand, “
Kostan, think Kostan” and he nods and picks up in his prerecorded speech.
“A full compliment of your requested beverages as well as luxury accommodations have been prepared and I hope you find the Anniversary edition billiard table meets with your liking.”
He swept a hand over the burgundy felted table and motioned to the bar and another set of double doors to my bedroom. After the rest of the suite was explored Barney the Bellhop trotted to the main door and placed the keys on the table and let himself out, not even fishing for a gratuity.
I closed the security lock and tossed Mick his key to his end of the suite, expecting him to disappear in the bathroom to take an icy shower and head for the freezer.
I threw open my bedroom doors and took in the grey silk walls, ivory carpets and the burgundy bed coverings. The wall of draperies responded to the remote and revealed more of the lights of the strip. The grey marble floors felt divine as I toed off my shoes and stripped to slide into my robe. The roman tub for 4 and the shower for 6 looked inviting; I’d just be so lonely if I slid in now. I retrieved a glass from the bar in my bedroom and poured myself a tall one, 0+, smooth and tasty….perhaps a 71’ ?
I took a seat on the chaise and thought about the night to come………
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The doorbell rang and I heard the giggling of perhaps, 4 or 6 young ladies. I had counted on the agency and I hope they didn’t get it wrong…. I had 36 hours in Vegas and I wanted to make memories.
“Are you getting that, Mick?” I called out of my room to his, baiting him….come on Mick put on your party face and do the nasty I’m thinking, then I give him a break and don’t embarrass him. Mick had been pretty solitary since 1983….What his blond sweetheart took from Mick was nearly everything in his heart. I knew why, I just had to keep her confidence when she left; I had given her my word. Its 1994, Mick…..let go a little.
“OK” I heard his reluctant voice as he made his way to open the door for the bubbly personalities to float in.
Blond, Brunette and Redhead times 2, long hair, short hair, spiked hair and braids as they jockeyed into the room like thoroughbreds at the break. Light skin, deep skin covering some of the longest legs I’ve seen in months. I felt the fangs in my gums vibrate at the thought of tasting each of them. Their eyes flashed hazel eyes, blue eyes, grey eyes, green eyes, black eyes and chocolate brown eyes….all of them tanned, toned and gifted.
“Hiya, Mr. Korston” the redhead smiled a 100 megawatt smile at Mick and he cocked an eyebrow and pointed to me.
“Mick, don’t you know it’s impolite to point, these ladies are our guests” I held out my arms as I walked toward them trying to catch all 6 in the embrace. The girls moved around me, shimmy fringe and sequins tickling me thru the silk robe,
“Mick, come welcome the girls, they’ve been waiting for us all night!” I watched Mick shoot me a glance and he paced heavily over throwing his arms around the girls finally resigning to grin at their scents and softness as they bounced off each other as well as the two of us.
“Ladies, may we offer you a beverage?” Mick got into the spirit, finally I thought. He drifted away from them and they followed like baby ducklings. Damn, all 6 broke away and left me with my “growing interest” under my robe.
Mick flipped into party mode and turned on that damn Irish blarney,
“SO, who have we here tonight? My name is Mick St John and I am here to make sure Josef doesn’t do anything untoward to any of you girls. You, in the red dress, start with the names, OK?”
Always predictable Mick started with the redhead in the lipstick red sequined dress, she raised a graceful hand and volunteered,
“Row”, then they fell into line and chimed off like some decadent Von Trapp family. The blond in the cobalt blue fringe raised both arms in the air shook her best attributes and called out.
"I’m Cindy”.
Mick was giving me the secret grin over the top of the crowd vying for his attention….he was thawing out.
The brunette in the deep purple stretch velvet shook her shoulders and whipped her hips around, displaying a bodaciously round pair of buttocks capping two of the longest legs I had seen in a while. I licked my lips as she announced,
“Beth” with a confident smile.
Bouncing on the balls of her feet, the long ebony hair swayed as she danced to her own music, lost in her own tune Beth tapped her on the shoulder and she grinned and announced,
“Nancy”.
The last two girls eyed each other to see who would chime in next, the blonde in the emerald green sequins winked and waved a hand of very long fingernails and volunteered,
“Ros”.
When it looked like she held all of our attention, the goddess in gold struck a pose and licked her lips,
“I’m Terri”.
“OK, ladies, we are all friends here….Mick is a little shy, however I am comfortable in my skin, so once you cross that door” I pointed to my bedroom, “
Clothing is optional” they roared with feminine laughter as they thought about that comment.
“I, on the other hand am looking for someone who may like to watch some basketball …..anyone follow action on the boards?” they giggled and figured if they were hired to do a job and it meant basketball, well it was their job to dribble down the middle and sink his shot.
Nancy stepped over to Josef and whispered in his ear, first Josef’s eyebrows shot up and then he nodded.
“Nancy tells me the 6 of them were sent to one man…. and that she can call a few more friends just to balance it out.” Josef walked over to the bar and passed the phone to Nancy as he poured himself another rocks glass of single malt.
“Well, before we get homebound….when can we meet the other girls, Nancy? Let’s go out and try our luck, catch some nourishment for you ladies and then wander back here later”
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An hour or so later we had secured a very large pair of adjoining booths at the Caesar’s Palace while we waited.
More than once I noticed the usual mob heavies cruising the perimeter of the room. If I hadn’t been entertaining beautiful women I’d have listened in on their Jersey accented conversations. Just as Cindy laid her hand on one thigh and Beth laid one light hand on the other thigh the two goons quaked up to the table.
“Good evening Mr. Korston, we are much honored to have you join us this evening with your nieces.”
Well of course I though…my nieces. How kind of them, how discreet…my nieces.
“Thank, you, Mr.…..” I occurred to me he hadn’t given me a name.
“Mr. Barcelona, Freddy Barcelona” His hand was cold, clammy, in a sleazy way not a vampire way. “
If you should require anything, please do not hesitate to call us”.
“We expect four more of my nieces to arrive shortly, would you assist them personally when they arrive?” I asked, just for the response.
“Certainly, Mr. Korston” and he retreated, never turning his back on me.
This whole Korston thing was getting irritated. Just get the name right…. Then I thought, at least they won’t know who to blame if, well WHEN we misbehave.
Then Mr. Barcelona returned to the room with a quartet of ladies . . . . . My heart just about jump started, I whistled at Mick and his head spun. I pointed to them standing behind Freddy.
“Mr. Korston, if you would prefer the privacy of the entertainment suite we’d be happy to move your party there for the show.” Freddy’s head fairly spun as he regarded the 10 women assembled for the two of us. Then thru some miracle of hospitality we had some sort of huge balcony area with space for the lot of us, all 22 bodies.
We sat on cushions on the floor at low tables. I was kind of getting off on it, the ladies had more access to us and if we fell off the chair we didn’t have far to fall. Once we were settled the new guests raised their glasses and introduced themselves.
In black from head to toe with shiny black hair it was
Sue; Sharon wore slinky silver and as she toasted her blond bob danced around her beautiful face. I leaned nearer to hear the quiet one’s name…..”
Cuprina” an angel within the crush of caramel curls.
While we were mixing with them I missed the 4th one, where did the redhead go? That’s when I felt the warmth of chain mail caress the back of my neck and transfer thru my clothes onto my shoulders.
A few hundred years ago I got used to the warmth that chain mail held when it was on human flesh….how her body made the metal hot as it conformed to her curves…. How this redhead snuck up on me is my question….yet there she was strong arms around my shoulders as her breasts and bare flesh pressed to me.
“Hello, Josef….I’m Rusty” the voice was husky and soft, like the purr of a civet. I turned to regard her hazel eyes and wisps of strawberry red hair falling from a loose bun on the top of her head. Her swan neck led to a speckled décolleté brushed with delicate freckles that disappeared into the gunmetal chain mail dress that clung to her solid frame. She kicked off her shoes and kneeled behind me completely insinuating herself against me. The fragrance of her excitement kept me seated. I was ready to turn from the crowd and take a bite right now. Instead I said something incredibly stupid....I thought it was droll,
"Are you Rusty because you swam in your chain mail? You really should take it off if you're going to get wet"
"I'll remember that later, Josef" she nodded with a crooked smile.
I’ll be honest….a show started and I didn’t remember a thing from any of it….. Between Cindy and Rusty I had my dance card full. What was I going to do with the other 3? Be patient, I’ll tell you later.
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Mick’s POV
I know Josef isn’t a social worker yet I sure enjoy his idea of lifting me out of the doldrums. Here we are with 6 women and he sends out the call for more. 10 women….. I was going to mention how lopsided it was …that it meant three on one side and two on the other and then I figured he call two more. What a guy.
Did they choose me, or did I choose them? I had my hands full with Nancy, Row, Ros, Sue and Sharon…..my hands were very full. I watched them as they ate and I knew immediately why Josef ordered all finger food. If your lot in life is to watch women eat, the turn on comes when you see them tear into things with their delicate fingers and bite delicately a threads of meat off a slender bone.
Chicken wings covered in hot sauce disappeared as they tore at the bones and stripped the meat from the bones….. Oh, to be that little chicken wing…. Small quesadillas were rolled and disappeared behind richly colored plump lips and they knew how it made me feel, I saw Sharon’s face as the entire quesadilla was consumed smoothly. I swallowed hard and repositioned myself on the floor cushion.
Sure I heard music and I am certain there was some sort of magic show and music and perhaps even dancing chorus girls – I had my hands and my lap full of exactly what I was enjoying.
The magic was that I kept my pants on with all those hands wandering over me…….That was until Mr. Freddy appeared and discretely asked for us, something about a phone call.
Josef and I excused ourselves from the women and made ourselves presentable for public.
“Who do you think it is that needs both of us?” Josef asked as we walked the hall behind Freddy, it seemed much longer than to just a phone…
We were met in the kitchen by a posse of Freddy’s friends.
“Gee, guys, if I knew you wanted to party I’d have invited all you to the room, we’ve got plenty of women, I share” Josef was the happy guy, it didn’t dawn on him….this was the mob, the vampire mob.
“Mr. Korston, Mr. Joseph Korston?” the smallest one in black pinstripes balanced a toothpick in the corner of his mouth.,
“J-O-S-E-P-H……..K-O-R-S-T-E-N?” HE SPELLED IT and that explained all the mixed signals we were getting.
“Naw….no, I’m Josef Kostan…….J-O-S-E-F-………K-O-S-T-A-N” he was jovial as he spelled out his name, certain that this would allow us to return to our bevy of beauties.
“Naw….you came into the Hilton as KORSTON….you took his room, signed for his charges….come to Caesars’’ and pretend your KORSTON. We know you’re a vamp….along with your little buddy, here.”
The enforcer buddies tightened the circle until Josef and I were back to back. We rotated around each other as the goons gave us the fish eye.
“So who is this Korston?” I asked, stepping forward, holding my jacket open to reveal no weapons, hands up.
“Your buddy” Freddy flipped his head toward Josef”
“No, I am Josef KOSTAN, what will it take to solve this understanding?” Josef duplicated my stance with hands up, standing along side of me. We shared a sly wink and shook our heads…..in too deep to fight off 8 of them…..we stewed while they looked back and forth at us.
“You ran up a big debt, lots of coin…..lots of freshies…….stuck us for the whole shooten’ match of it. Now it’s time to pay up, Mr. Korston” Freddy had a dedicated, directed approach for collecting, even it if was from the wrong vampire.
“OK, let’s settle Joseph Korston’s debts and get on, even in eternity time is short….I’ve got 10 young ladies just waiting for us to return to our party”
Great….Josef is telling 8 vamp enforcers we have a coterie of freshies waiting for us…. I stood there ready to throttle him myself.
“We are talking cash, blood and an unkind remark to Mr. Billing’s wife here, “ Freddy nodded to a toad of a vamp on his left.
Magnificent, this just gets better and better….
“I’m a private investigator, why don’t you let us go and I will personally find this Korston guy. Do you know what he looks like?” Kind of hard on film I thought….how about some of the new waves of surveillance.
“That would magnanimous, Mr.…Mr.” Freddy stammered for my name.
“Mick St John” I turned to offer my pocket,
“There’s a business card in my pocket, would you let us off with my word, my solemn word that I could produce this character?”
“Your solemn word?” Freddy asked as his body language began to fall into agreement with me,
“Put your hands down Mr. St John, we can talk about this like gentlemen”
I turned to Josef and smiled; he dropped his hands and stood like an admonished school boy while I stepped into the walk-in freezer to have a word with Freddy. Even Freddy didn’t know what this Korston looked like, didn’t have a photo just shots from behind that could have been any of us. I bartered for about another 12 hours with the promise I would work the case from Los Angeles if I had to. We shook hands and left the walk in as comrades in arms.
“Come on Josef, we’ve got 12 hours to make history” I slapped Josef on the back and we left the posse of Jersey’s lost boys.
Aerosmith Deuces are Wild Video
I love to look into your big brown eyes
They talk to me and seem to hypnotize
They say the things nobody dares to say and I'm not about to let you fly away
My lover with no jet lag we're staying up all night in my sleeping bag
You got a heart beatin' rhythm from the subterranean
I really love you little girl I don't need to explain
I love you 'cause your deuces are wild; girl like a double shot of love is so fine
I been lovin' you since you was a child, girl 'Cause you and me is two of a kind
Ah, like deja vu I feel like I've been here or somewhere else but you've been always near
It's you that's in my dreams I'm begging for but I woke up when someone slammed the door
So hard I fell outta bed screamin' mama's little baby loves shortnin' bread
And the moral of the story I can testify I get stoned on you girl that's the best reason why
I love you 'cause your deuces are wild; girl like a double shot of love is so fine
I been lovin' you since you was a child, girl 'Cause you and me is two of a kind
I love to look into your big brown eyes
They talk to me and seem to hypnotize
They say the things nobody dares to say and I'm not about to let you fly away
My lover with no jet lag we're staying up all night in my sleeping bag
You got a heart beatin' rhythm from the subterranean
I really love you little girl I don't need to explain
I love you 'cause your deuces are wild; girl like a double shot of love is so fine
I been lovin' you since you was a child, girl 'Cause you and me is two of a kind
Ah, like deja vu I feel like I've been here
Or somewhere else but you've been always near
It's you that's in my dreams I'm begging for
But I woke up when someone slammed the door
So hard I fell outta bed screamin' mama's little baby loves shortnin' bread
And the moral of the story I can testify
I get stoned on you girl That's the best reason why = = = = = = = = = =
Josef’s POV
“Mick…let’s take the party back to the room…. I’m not in the mood for an audience, got it?”
Mick nodded and made that OK, Josef face he makes as we returned to the ladies…. The area looked like a chocolate explosion. They had served dessert while we were gone and the ladies didn’t wait for utensils to begin. The dark chocolate fountain rolled three tiers of the deepest liquid I had ever seen… too bad I don’t know firsthand what it tastes like.
Beth held a plate of marshmallows, cashews and strawberries all dipped under the chin of Terri while Sue fed them to her, licking her fingers in between servings. Their giggles were heavy coated in the sugary scents.
Cindy was dipping a few pretzel rods all together in the melted confection….. what she waved in the air looked slightly erotic in its thickness and length. Bite size pieces of coconut were stacked precariously high on Rusty’s small plate as she bent from a kneeling position toward the fountain….one by one she dipped and chewed then dipped and chewed again.
Nancy reached into a frosty covered box and drew out a frozen treat,
“SHARON…..” Nancy wailed in a celebratory tone….
”Looky here….do we have what I think it is? They must have flown these in straight from South America….have you ever seen such thick, long inviting bananas?” Sharon’s feet carried her at almost vamp speed.
“Oh, Nancy, get a load of this chocolate covering........look how thick they’ve got the chocolate”
Sharon grabbed Nancy’s offering and the two of them slid the cellophane wrapper down to the stick and began their assault.
“Sharon, it’s too hard to bite…the chocolate breaks off” I watched as a sheet of thick chocolate fell right into Nancy’s cleavage …. I whipped right to her to lift it off and I offered it on the end of my index finger. Her eyes smiled as she removed the brazen fruit from her lips and tipped her head back a bit for me to drop the slab of chocolate into her mouth…… I let my finger hang over her open lips and I shook it…the fudge wasn’t budging.
Before I could lower it to her mouth she rose on her toes and swallowed my finger to the second digit, artfully removing any vestige of fudge from me. I pulled by my finger checking for bite marks……
“Oops”, she said as her lips retreated from my hand, she grinned as the pink tip of her tongue escaped those chocolate rimmed lips and she licked her lips.
“Ladies…..seems the party is moving back to the suite….I’ll have some of these delights ready for us the Hilton” Obediently they gathered their tiny purses and slid their shoes back on. They drained their drinks and gleefully formed a giggling gaggle of beauties advancing to the waiting limo.
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While that garish white limo carried us back to the Hilton I decided to confess…… after all confession is good for the soul, right?
“I’ve got to confess to you all. I am not who you think I am.”
Mick just shook his head and buried his face in one hand.
“
Are you famous?” Rusty asked, leaning forward in her seat.
“Are you on the lam?” Terri asked as if she was ready to hide me in her purse.
“Are you a secret agent?” Cindy asked as she made a gun with both hands like Charlie’s Angels.
I looked at Mick and scratched the back of my neck and shrugged my shoulders….how does a vampire answer those questions….??????
Mick pulled forward from his women friends and held up his hands, “No, No and definitely NO” When he slid back into the cushion of the leather upholstery Ros’ and Row’s arms met around his shoulders as one fussed with his lapel and collar. What a tough life this guy had when he traveled with me.
“I’m no Joseph Korston….my name is Josef Kostan and somehow they think I am a bum who welsched on gambling and entertainment debts. They want to hang me up by my thumbs and stake me because I’m in his suite.”
I should have kept talking because the expressions and the utterances of empathy were making me hard…. These girls were empathy personified.
Nancy slid over closer and volunteered,
“We’ve never met the vamp….I mean, we’re freshies and we meet a lot of vamps, not this guy. We got the call and we all reported. We could check back for the last group, see if any of the girls are available. Cindy’s an sketch artist, perhaps we can get a mug shot drawn?”
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Mick’s POV
Nothing like a heaping helping of beauty, talent and initiative. Once we were back to the suite calls were made to the agency, they located Brenda who drove over to dictate the particulars to Cindy. Between both of their talents it was a pretty sound assumption I was NOT Joseph Korston. Sue, Sharon, Cuprina and Rusty split up with copies of the image and covered the Resort Shops, Gym, Salons and high roller haunts within a couple of blocks.
Row, Cindy, Beth, Nancy and Ros made calls to past freshies listed as serving Mr. Korston. The limo drivers were ready to give him up…he smelled and was a poor tipper. The final call to Prestige Limos was the killing blow; Mr. Korston was in town….. Down the street at the Flamingo.
Within moments their beepers announced the news and the four on the road were back to the suite and I was sketching out a plan for Mr. Barcelona’s buddies to make a social call on the thorn in our side.
“Freddy Barcelona, heh, come on up to the Hilton, we have some info you may find intriguing” I hung up the phone and poured us drinks to celebrate cracking the case.
By the time the other ladies made it to the suite Josef had been entertaining Row, Cindy, Beth, Nancy and Ros in the hot tub on the lanai to the point the girls looked like little raisins. I was walking thru discarded shoes and clothes as if I was at the running of the brides at Filene’s Basement.
I heard the knock at the door and Room Service wheeled in a rolling rack hung with Robes and satin dorm shirts. The Waiter carried iced buckets of champagne as another Waiter brought in more delicacies and chocolate. As the white coated servers stepped away from their offerings Josef walked back into the room wrapping his robe around his torso.
“Mr. Josef Kostan?” the thinner server asked, presenting a tray with a bill and ink pen. That’s when I heard a clip engage and I bolted backward to the taller server behind me, knocking the gun out of his hands.
“JOSEF….Get the WOMEN OUT OF HERE” I hissed in sub sonic tones….. Josef lurched toward the man with the bill as he produced a silver stake from under his waist coat. I saw it before Josef did.
Luckily the music on the lanai kept the ladies busy, the four of us collided and bumped into each other. As if in slow motion bones snapped and healed, blood was spilled and flesh rejoined.
I held off the goon with the gun and the machete as we tumbled over furniture and careened off walls, I yanked him by the hair until he released his grip on the silver coated weapon and the gun. I grasped at the handle and plunged it into his heart, staying him to the floor in my bathroom.
Josef was king of evasion, he dodged right then left as the lithe hit man tried to land the silver ended stake. Hopping and leaping over the scattered furniture Josef resembled an odd hurdler. Just as the guy grit his teeth and lunged I stepped out in from of him with the Wok from the kitchen, flattening his face and stunning him that he released the stake. It fell to the ground before the guy did and Josef retrieved it first.
With a foot on the guy’s throat Josef bent over and plunged the stake into his chest. Although their ages prevented them from landing solid blows we were just agitated enough to be pissed off.
“Look at the mess they made” Josef complained as he motioned to the broken lamps, scattered food and sprays of blood decorating the neutral décor.
“The bastards tried to stake us…What a nerve. I am a tourist in this city!”
I adjusted my clothing and wiped at the scratches disappearing as I looked in the mirror over the telephone. I dialed the local Cleaner’s and gave them the room number and Josef’s name. Within minutes there was a knock at the door.
It was Freddy…. A very surprised Freddy.
“What the hell kind of party are you guys having???” Freddy walked from room to room looking at the carnage.
“
Those are Korston’s guys” I said as I handed the copy of the drawing Cindy and Brenda made.
“Korston is at the Flamingo, so why don’t you toddle down there and round him up. We have a few more hours before we have to go home and we are due to have a little bit of fun..OK?”
Freddy pulled back the sides of his jacket and tucked his hands in his pants pockets. He whistled as he assessed the damages and shook his head, “
You guys really get the job done. I gotta thank you, Mr. St John. If you ever want to relocate…. …. Keep us in mind, OK?”. Freddy saluted as he backed out of the room and pulled the door shut. Josef and I sat on the sofa and stared at each other.
“This was supposed to be a fun time….I feel like I’ve been on a Crusade” Josef was miffed.
“Well, you always said you wanted to have a bit of the good old days, you’d know about Crusades” I had to throw that one back at him for all the “torch bearing mob” stories he’s whined about.
This time the door was the Cleaners, who drew the draperies while they restrained the two room service employees and got them out of the room unbeknownst to the ladies dancing to Row as she sang along with the stereo........
Van Morrison / Wild Night Video
As you brush your shoes and stand before your mirror
and you comb your hair and grab your coat and hat
and you walk the streets tryin to remember, Baby
all the wild night breezes through your mind.
And evrything looks so complete when you’re walkin down on the streets
And the wind catches your feet and sends you flyin, cryin
Ooooooh-weeeee! The wild night is calling.
All the girls walk by dressed up for each other
And the boys do the boogie-woogie on the corner of the street
And the people passin’ by just stare in wild wonder, babe
And the inside juke-box roars out just like thunder.. . . .
And evrything looks so complete when you’re walkin out on the street
and the wind catches your feet and sends you flyin, cryin
Oooooh-weeeee! The wild night is calling.
The wild night is calling . . . . . The wild night is calling
Come on out and dance . . . . . Come on out and make romance....
Come on out and dance . . . . . Come on out and make romance....
And everything looks so complete when you’re walkin out on the street
and the wind catches your feet and sends you flyin, cryin
Oooooooh-wee! The wild night is calling.
Oooooooh-wee! The wild night is calling...........
Beach Boy's Heroes and Villains video
I've been in this town so long that back in the city
I've been taken for lost and gone and unknown for a long, long time
Fell in love years ago with an innocent girl
From the Spanish and Indian home
Home of the heroes and villains
“JOSEF” Mick bellowed as he leaned over the bar, reaching for the ice bucket,
“Are we leaving the ladies out there all night?” Mick cocked his head toward the glass doors when the silhouettes of topless women dancing and laughing taunted Mick.
“Oh, crap, I need my head examined, Mick I ‘m not used to this shoot-em-up nonsense….all this Korston aggravation has almost wiped my mind clean…the ladies have been ignored. I cannot have this type of gossip on the wind… let’s get out there” Josef commanded as he began to strip off his tie, dress shirt and slack off his braces allowing his trousers a sag on his slim hips.
Mick shook his head and offered, “
no matter how close to dead I came. . . .I’m not getting naked with you no matter how many women are out there” Mick’s index finger pointed at him accusingly.
“I say you will once you see how they treat me…you’ll be panting like the dog you are” by now Josef had shook off his shirt and was walking out of his trousers. He toed off the Cole Hahn loafers and stooped to pull off his silk socks, leaving a trail of clothing behind him.
Mick shook his head and poured one tall single malt. Someone had to be the voice of reason in this bacchanal.
Clad in the maroon silk boxers, Josef slid open the door and stuck his head out, he immediately savored the sight of nubile flesh bobbling everywhere in tune to the Beach Boys, some on the lanai, some bouncing up and down in the small private pool.
He liked it when the water was a touch chilly….it flattered the ladies’ best attributes.. … their nipples were puckered in the chill of the night and the water and their skin seemed doubly firm with their excitement.
With all the drama Josef was having a hard, very hard time remembering all their names. He could remember their names….he just couldn’t remember who was who…..
“Good Evening, Ladies” he grinned and cocked an eyebrow at them, immediately collecting their complete attention. He leaned over to conceal his “interest” in the eleven guests.
“Hiya, Howdy, Hi!” he heard in different regional accents and it drew him to the very center of the action, he took two lopes and hopped into the pool cannonball style, taking them by surprise. The wall of water surprised them and the squeals went on until he came up from under the water and he drew his finger to his lips.
“Ladies… it seems we have a reluctant guest here tonight. Mr. St John seems to think he wouldn’t be comfortable with us in his all together. Do we have any volunteers who might be able to draw him out a bit?”
Josef savored the sight of them circled around him in the water, while the subtle pool lights danced in the water. Something about water at night really got Josef totally stimulated.
“Is there anything we can do to make him feel more comfortable?” One pair of succulent lips asked as another pair of dark eyes flashed.
A pair of hands clapped at the anticipation of inviting Mick to join them and then 11 pair of wet feet padded across the patio to the darkest corner. Josef heard some whispering back and forth and smirked at their ideas. He swam to the far side of the pool for the view of their plans…either his view or Mick’s would be choice.
Through the broad expanse of glass doors the group could see Mick playing with the stereo, absent mindedly dancing a little controlled rock and roll dance he thought no one paid attention to.
He had thrown off his duster and had pulled the tail of his Henley out of his trousers. His back was to the ladies and they whispered and snickered at him shaking his hips to some unheard song.
He held his glass aloft as he snapped his fingers and bent his knees to emulate one of Elvis’ crouch poses. He was in his own world until 11 pairs of fingernails tapped on the glass doors.
TIME FROZE as Mick stood stock still. “
Crap” he thought… Mick knew he had caught and now he had a dozen witnesses, one of whom would remember for ALL time.
He slowly turned around drawing himself up out of the crouch taking a big swig out of the glass and wishing it could steal his embarrassment from him.
Instead of personal humiliation Mick was rewarded with the sight of 11 pairs of breasts in all sizes and colors pressed against the glass with their owners lips puckered against the same glass.
His eyes danced over bright pink lips hovering over creamy pale C-cups all the way down the line until he regard the last pair, a pert and perky pair of B-cups under blood red kissy lips.
In all his years…he had never been so bewildered by his choices. Why would Josef set him up like this?
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Then Mick heard their voices thru the glass, all different, yet each begged for Mick to come out and join them. Fingers waved him to each of their delectable bodies….they were baiting him and his resolve was weakening. Oh, hell, Josef was out there in his boxers….that wouldn’t be too intimidating….he hoped.
The girls stepped back from the glass, leaving wet smears below lipstick kisses. They began a slow clap chant,
“Mick, Mick, Mick, Mick”.
Mick nodded and stuck a thumb up at them as he put down his drink and turned to remove his Henley. The whooping and hollering drew him to turn his head over his shoulder to see what they wanted. Rusty stopped clapping to motion as circle with her finger…”turn around” she said as she motioned for him to continuing stripping out of his clothes.
The rest of the girls screamed “
Yeah,, yeah,, turn around”.
Mick figured the longer he danced….the longer he’d hold on to his clothes, so he began by toeing off his shoes and socks, he picked up the sock between his toes and flipped it up to catch it, shooting at the glass door like a sling shot, Sure he thought, let’s play with the clothes…they’ll get tired and Josef will get lonely and then the heat will be off me.
Mick stood there barefoot, elbows at his waist, fists up and swiveling those hips again killing time as the music in his head played. As he danced he realized he was getting excited by their clapping….all those arms clapping created physical earthquakes of flesh, there were breasts bobbling just asking to be tamed with lips or hands…perhaps a few pair that cried out for a stiff cock to rub between them.
That’s when his trousers became uncomfortable and he felt a heat wave from his belly and he hooked his thumbs in the hem of his shirt and slipped it over his head to the resounding whistles of his admirers. The air conditioning of the suite hit his chest and he shook a bit at the thought of trying to gracefully shake out of his trousers, at this point the trousers HAD to go, he was shifting awkwardly from dealing with his stiff cock.
Mick slipped his belt open and slung it to the side and then simply slid the zipper down as the ladies squealed their approval. They had been more than patient and his reveal was their own reward. Taken by a short spell of modesty Mick turned away slightly to drop trouser and step out of them, not realizing how the tight fit his grey boxer briefs revealed two exquisitely formed buttocks which muscled down to thighs ripped with muscles as he bent over.
The crowd went wild at the prospect of being the one that peeled away those boxer briefs…..
Josef expected the glass doors to shatter from the 22 hands smacking the glass in approval. He stood in the pool, alone, shaking his head – his shrinking violet friend was coming out of his shell quite successfully.
The sounds of the vibrating glass brought Mick spinning around as he stepped out of his pants revealing his significant package, all he could do at this point was smile as his grateful audience slid the doors open to receive him.
This was it, he thought, now or never as he took a couple of steps into the throng of women as their hands covered him in glancing touches, slight pinches, tickles and gentle strokes.
Mick covered his face for about a half a second and then shook it off, raising his head to look at Josef. With a small lick of his bottom lip he stepped into the center of the women and pulled them closer and closer to the edge of the pool with him, then he backed toward the pool as they all clung together to get closer to him. Once his heel felt the edge of the pool he threw himself backward taking 5 or 6 of the women with him.
Piranha couldn’t churn the water any harder than they did as they fought to get to Mick and for the first time in years he reveled in the attention and how it all excited him.
Josef stood alone at the far side of the water thinking that Damn fool, all wrapped up in his comfort level tells me he can’t strip then he does a damn dance. You give St John an audience and he comes out like a Chippendale without the bow tie.
Here Josef was clad in the silky boxers as they floated around him a suspended silk tent hovering over and obscuring his own fine form….. He watched as Mick had done the “white guy” dance where his feet never left the floor. Booty shakes here, a thrust there as all Mick’s gifts graphically shown thru the form fitting grey knit skivvies.
The remaining women hopped in after him, churning the water and splashing like they were bobbing for diamonds. Everything moved in crystalline slow motion as Josef watched his friend amongst the women. He felt the moving water caress him as enjoyed their attempts to touch and get closer to Mick. Josef got a rush as he felt Mick’s emotions at their pulling an arm here, stroking a thigh there…Mick floated on his back as the sea sprites, these sensual mermaids cooed and marveled over his chest and thighs and full head of deep brown curls as they floated around his head like a halo. Their attempts at a tickle torture seemed to go now where, absolutely no effect on Mick whatsoever.
Josef recalled Mick’s Achilles heel was actually behind his right knee…. And even though he was enjoying their search mission to tickle the man Josef didn’t want to spend the rest of the night watching them search in vane. He dropped below the water and swam between the tangles of legs and got right underneath Mick’s floating form. When all seemed thwarted he raised a single finger and assaulted Mick with a flurry of strokes.
Mick seemed to levitate horizontally at the sensation as he had lain back relaxed and this round of tickling sent him into overdrive. At the “rising” of Mick’s body the screams reverberated and bodies collided to avoid being landed on when Mick hit the water.
Josef was highly entertained by the pinball effect of the bodies careening off each other, good thing they have nice, round breasts, he thought as a lascivious grin overtook his face. Then Josef new it was time to stake his claim, the one he had been watching all day long was returning his gaze.
Josef raised a hand and beckoned and she was in his arms within seconds. She melted into his strapping arms and rewarded him with a soft kiss. They did a slow waltz in the water, as if unwatched and alone with their own music.
Mick’s tickle fit had finally ended and he was heartily laughing at the plow. As he would pick up one girl and toss her or one would climb on his broad shoulders and jump off he noticed the crowd of ladies waning. He turned and there she was… the one that he had fantasized over from the time she crossed the doorway. The din of the torture had given way to his hearing only her breathing, her heart driving her to excite him. Mick floated his hands ahead of him toward her and she met him, lacing her fingers between his fingers until the pulled themselves together in a warm embrace. She became delightfully pliant and responsive to their bodies colliding.
She murmured his name and he took an unnecessary breath. He was drunk with her excitement at being the last woman in the pool, being the woman to touch his and feel his intimate touch. The lapping of the water thru the pool filter was the only sound in his mind. Their tentative touches lasted longer at each meeting. She pressed herself to him, turning her cheek to offer herself to him, her vampire.
At the sound of his scenting her neck she grew weak and fell tighter to him, her lips pressing on his chest. Both of them, skin to skin held tightly as they shared a mutual moment, the first of several.
“You, OK?” Mick asked, thinking she had shivered from the cool night air and the water. He tipped her chin up to see her eyes more clearly and she answered him
“I am more than OK” She licked her lips and hoped for a kiss from him as both his hands moved to caress her face while he allowed himself the pleasure of her ripe lips. Their rapid glancing turned to slow, deep soulful kisses as Mick became more and more enamored with her.
Their bodies touched as every available square inch presented itself. As he kissed her, little by little he nudged his knee between hers as her hands slid down his back and came to rest with her thumbs hooked in his waistband. They wrestled sensually as they made their way to the steps to exit the pool.
“I’m not much for public water sports when I can entertain in private”, Mick whispered as he held her to his chest, stroking the wet hair out of her face. All she could do was nod and run with him as they made their way to his bedroom.
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You can call me a sinner, You can call me a saint
Celebrate me for who I am, Dislike me for what I ain't
Put me up on a pedestal or drag me down in the dirt
Sticks and stones will break my bones but your names will never hurt
I'll be the garden, You be the snake
All of my fruit is yours to take
Better the devil that you know
Your love for me will grow
Because
This is who I am you can like it or not
You can love me or leave me
Cus I'm never gonna stop, No no no no you know No no no no you know
Josef’s peace came as the two of them were left in the moonlight in the dark water; his “dance” partner had pressed him against the wall and performed an erotic swimming routine, arching her back as she did handstands under the water, then sinuously moved thru beckoning and seductive stances until he rushed the waters to claim her for his prize. He scooped her up and wrapped her in the fluffy white bath sheet he grabbed from the chaise. She grinned and shivered a little in the night air,
“Let’s get inside where we can get warmed up” his brandy brown eyes smiled at her, immediately warming her heart. They entered the dark suite and Josef swirled his “catch” around and plopped her on the queen bed. “
Did you want to get the pool water off?” he asked as he turned the shower on and dimmed the lights in the bath.
She nodded at the chance to get the chlorine off her; she knew Josef’s senses would relish the scent of a woman over pool water. Together they took turns snagging kisses while they soaped each other up with lavish sponges, they giggled and sighed as they undressed each other even though each of them had only one piece of clothing to surrender to each other. As she drew down his wet silk boxers Josef gave her a boyish grin and asked,
“Doe you like Boxers or those knit boxer briefs?”
“Is this a trick question? I like you out of whatever you’re wearing, Josef” she giggled as she waved an accusing finger at him in jest. Josef lowered his head and caught her finger in his mouth.
“You wave something delicious in front of a vampire, it may get bit” he held her hand as he licked each one of her fingers and laid a slow kiss in the palm of her hand. She half turned and shook her fanny at him as she pulled the strings of the bikini bottom to reveal a toned, tanned cheek.
“Go ahead; I’ve been waiting for this time with you all week. When I heard you’d be visiting I’ve been crossing my fingers hoping I’d be here with you.” She grabbed at his shoulders and squared herself against him, grinding her hips in to Josef’s.
Cleopatra had her way, Matahari too
Whether they were good or bad, Is strictly up to you
Life is a paradox and it doesn't make much sense
Can't have the Femme without the Fatale
Please don't take offense
Don't let the fruit rot under the vine
Fill up your cup and let's drink the wine
Better the devil that you know Your love for me will grow because
This is who I am you can like it or not, You can love me or leave me
Cus I'm never gonna stop, No no
This is who I am you can like it or not, You can love me or leave me
Cus I'm never gonna stop,
No no no no you know - No no no no you know - No no no no you know
Josef fell to his knees right there in the shower as his eyes silvered over, fangs out he licked at the tiny heart tattoo and left discreet bite marks over the heart.
“Now you can say Josef Kostan kissed your mighty fine ass” and with that his hands drew upon her hips and placed her squarely before him, his mouth just inches from his desired destination,
“as well as a few other places”
Josef crushed his face into her soft, flat belly as he scented her awakening. He pressed her thighs gently apart to taste her and she trembled at his tongue’s touch. She snaked her fingers through his hair to clutch him closer.
She braced herself against the cool marble wall as he ran circles around her, casting her out to black space and yanking her back into a burning circle of arousal. Her whimpering echoed off the walls with the splashing of the shower as Josef enjoyed one of the few tastes he had been graced to savor for 4 centuries.
At her loudest Josef tipped back his face to meet her gaze, as he drew his palm over his lips she licked her lips, her silent plea to taste him. Josef shook his head and rose, took her in his arms and slid her up the cool wall until they were separated by his pulsing cock, then he swiftly lifted her to pose at her entrance, just teasing her, pressing against her then retreating until she threw a leg around his hip while she begged a throaty,
“Now, please, don’t tease me”.
Hot words were traded back and forth as she fought to take him right there, “
Jezebel” he barked.
“Mother fucker” she retorted with eyes half closed.
“Hussy” he shook his head as he pressed deeper into her by a half stroke, then plunging himself to the hilt within her.
She answered with a thrust and waited for him to say another word yet the tight heat surrounding him left him wordless, only silence would do her justice as he pressed himself into her, licking wildly at her breasts in front of him. She accepted him silently as he arched to stroke harder and deeper. Her breathes came in short, sharp spikes as they met in the throes of so many near climaxes. He wanted to come over and over again within her, they’d have all night.
“Do it, Josef, do it” she panted as his head fell back from their embrace,
“Damn it Josef, BITE ME” she pressed herself toward him, taunting him with the blood coursing through her.
Time after time he had stroked her to the point of near exhaustion. When she saw his eyes slide closed and then he raised his head to catch her gaze his eyes shown silver, she knew he was ready for the bite. Arching her back she offered her breast and he accepted as they trembled together and he released the tensions of the past day.
I'll be garden, You'll be the snake all of my fruit are yours to take
Better the devil that you know your love for me will grow
Because
This is who I am you can like it or not
You can love me or leave me
Cus I'm never gonna stop,
No no no no you know - No no no no you know - no no you know
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Chasing the daylight.....
Some say my faith is like wings made of wax
that it won’t last, that I’m wasting my time
But have they ever felt a love like this
Grace like a gentle kiss, beauty so divine
I was a soul stranded in bones before you
I was dream too afraid to dream without you,
but now I want to chase the daylight like it’s the last day of my life
I want to run, hide myself in the sun and feel all these fears melt away
And I will never look back no I will never look back
I’m gonna live this life chasing the daylight, chasing you alone
Mick’s reticence to fall into bed this weekend melted when she fell into his arms in the pool...
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=llGzOctdWig
Some say my faith is like wings made of wax that it won’t last, that I’m wasting my time
But have they ever felt a love like this grace like a gentle kiss, beauty so divine
I was a soul stranded in bones before you I was dream too afraid to dream without you,
but now I want to chase the daylight like it’s the last day of my life
I want to run, hide myself in the sun and feel all these fears melt away
And I will never look back no I will never look back
I’m gonna live this life chasing the daylight, chasing you alone
Mick’s reticence to fall into bed this weekend melted as they stood in his suite.
“Mick”, She asked as she pushed the door closed, “
you don’t do this often do you?” Mick looked away for a second and then faced her fully, sliding his hand down his face to hold his chin for a moment.
It all showed, he thought, all of his reticence showed despite his bravado. He had no words right now for her.
“Do you feed fresh very often?” she sauntered to him and ran her thumbs across his collar bones to reach his leanly cut shoulders.
His eye brow cocked up at her inquiry and he shook his head. She knew this night would be a bit different from the others. Among the girls, nights with Kostan and Company were legendary and tonight Mr. Kostan brought her a choir boy.
Perhaps this Boy Scout had brought his compass to find her
“true north”, she’d give him the benefit of the doubt because he certainly looked like he could…..
“If you’d be more comfortable I can get you some fresh drawn,” she motioned to the wet bar in the suite.
“That would be very nice, I’d like to be well fed, and I don’t want to be distracted by hunger” Mick admitted as his eyes wandered across her face and fell to her naturally luscious breasts. He reached out with both hands and gently cupped her breasts, rolling a thumb over each firm nipple. She looked at his hands, gentle and tender and licked her upper lip.
“Did you want me to get that refreshment for you now or later?” She was blushing at his touch.
Mick grinned and shuffled from one foot to the other then drew his fingers over his mouth, inhaling the scent of her skin, “
Yes, refreshments would be nice” then while she retrieved two carafes and glasses Mick went to gather a pair of robes from the closet.
He didn’t have the time or space to pace nervously, he simply wore the look of a man remembering how to get on a bicycle and pedal without making a fool of himself.
Her nakedness didn’t faze her as she presented the double rocks glass full of A+ to him; she held the wine to toast and was taken back by his perfunctory swallowing his meal in one fluid motion. She sipped the wine and put down the glass, watching for signals. They had shared some electricity in the pool and now they were floating in dead air.
“Would you like a back rub in the tub?” she asked motioning toward the garden soaking tub,
“It would feel good to get rid of the chlorine, wouldn’t it?” she held one arm beneath her breasts and the other arm across her nipples. Perhaps her partial nudity bothered him she thought, if that was the case she might as well break on thru to total nakedness…..
Mick headed in the direction of the garden tub and she beat him there, adjusting the water, checking the jets and pulling out the super-fluffy bath sheets. His stepped to the sink to brush his teeth and that made her smile, usually Vamps didn’t take personal hygiene as an issue, Mick was growing on her really fast. When he was done brushing and spitting quietly she watched as he focused on the red tinged foam circling the sink as it faded to white foam. She kept her distance, giving him the space he seemed to need.
Once the sink water was off Mick leaned into the mirror, hands on the edge of the counter as he watched the room behind him. She caught his eye and he motioned with a nod of his head to come closer, again she covered her self partially to come up behind him. Mick turned his head and lifted his right arm to encircle her waist, drawing her close.
Their reflections took on a strange similarity to “American Gothic” without the pitchfork Mick thought and he smirked at his thoughts. Each of them had a bit of a somber expression and he wished for the magic to please her to keep her in his bed until the left tomorrow, as she had been hired as “dinner” not as entertainment. As he held her he ran his fingers lightly over the crests of her breasts and her hands fell away and gravitated toward his waist. Her warmth thrilled him as he listened to her heart and he raised that crooked grin that seemed to spike her heartbeats.
“Tub should be full” she wrinkled her nose as she cocked her head back to the tub,
“Don’t want a flood, do we?” she broke away and turned the water off.
“Excuse me for a second” she picked up the robe and stepped to the other side of the door to remove her bathing suit bottoms and she laughed at herself for her funny sense of modesty, she didn’t want to bend over or look awkward to him, he was too cute.
She returned to the room with the robe clutched to her front and stepped up into the tub. She didn’t think he was the type to need an audience for his disrobing, yet she didn’t want to miss him removing the wet knit from his body.
Mick stepped up to the tub and threw her for a loop, he got in with his skivvies on and once under the water he peeled them off, wrung them out, balled them up and tossed them across the room into the sink.
“He shoots and scores” she announced as she hugged her knees, her chin on her knees.
“I hope so” Mick said as he reached for her hands, she unfolded for him after he spun her around to lean against him between his extended legs. She felt his chest, the ripples of lean muscles against her as well as his cock as it grew thicker and harder behind her.
Mick’s arms reached around her and his lips were right behind her ear. “
I meant it when I said I liked it slow, I want you to be comfortable with me, don’t want you to do anything you don’t absolutely want to do”
At this point she wanted to do it all and do it now, she hadn’t “
seen him” however what she felt tapping at her back would really feel grand in her hands or deep inside her. It was all she could do to remain demure between his thighs as his hands traveled across her exciting every square inch of her skin.
She was worried Mick would extend all of this until she exploded waiting to come, she wanted to turn and take him in her hands, that was until his hand skimmed her belly and headed between her legs, his fingers combing her thatch of curls. As his hand traveled to excite her he seemed to be purring and drawing rhythmic breathes as if he desired her excitement as much as she did. She laid back and swiveled to allow Mick greater access to her, should he want to stroke her or pull her onto him. She was breathing in short, sharp breathes as he smiled and licked at her earlobe.
A roll of her nipple, a catch of her clit and he had her in his hands totally.
“
We can go slowly if you want, Mick” she breathed the words out as he found her most receptive flesh.
“I like it slow” Mick’s voice was caught in a husky tone, his eyes half lidded at feeling her. His lips caught the side of her jaw and his hungry kisses caught her earlobe,
“It’s been a while” he confessed.
She wondered what that meant, for a guy that could have been three days, for her it would have been a week, 7 days too long to go without what he was doing to her right now. Her mind lost its place with his hands playing at her while he nibbled on her throat.
“Like a week?” She grinned in her elation, simply lying back in his arms, fairly floating between the water and heaven.
So close to his chest she felt the rumble of his laugh then he whispered, “
Like 9 years” and her head spun around nearly whacking him in the chin. He pulled his head back and his hands stopped in midstroke at her astonishment.
“We have a lot of ground to cover, Mick” she smiled as she reached into the water to spin around on her knees to face him, he held his gaze intently as she rose on her knees to fall toward him and he caught her, their lips meeting as he reclined to catch her body’s fall with his body.
Was it the water? Was it the feeding? Was it the woman that did all of this to him, yeah, I’m dead he thought, yet I’ve not felt this alive in nearly 10 years. The crush of an eager woman, the stone hard feeling when you want to bury yourself in her and stroke her hard and deep until neither of you can move, it’s all coming back to me, Mick thought as he grabbed her in both arms and took great haste to get her out of the tub and in a bed where the suppleness would cushion their fall.
To hell with their being wet Mick thought as they rolled on the coverlet, legs tangling as arms wrestled and starving lips found their ration of sweet kisses.
There’s still arrows in my heart, there’s still time I fall apart
and all I am left with are why’s
But then your love falls like a heavy rain and my heavy heart
Doesn’t feel the pain when you’re by me side
I was a soul stranded in bones before you
I was dream too afraid to dream without you
But now I want to chase the daylight like it’s the last day of my life
I want to run hide myself in the sun and feel all these fears melt away
And I will never look back, no I will never look back
Mick rose back from her supine form, she was flush with their foreplay and eager for him to continue. She pulled him back to her and he resisted her pull to take one of those mental snapshots…..of a ravishing woman under his weight waiting for him to do the things he thought he forgot, the things he hadn’t had interest in doing since Tara left. There he said, since Tara left, one step further from that heartbreak and one step closer to a new love.
At this realization he felt liberated to enjoy this woman and the gifts she brought him.
He began with raising over her to cover her body with a kiss her forehead then catching her mouth; she bit at his lip and caught his tongue. Mick hovered as he allowed a bit of fang to erupt to catch her tongue and elicit a spot or two of her blood. As he held it on his tongue he threw back his head, arching his back, throwing his hips to crush against her while a rolling moan erupted from his parted lips.
She watched in awe as his entire body hardened, his nipples small points on his rippled chest and she stroked him with delicate touches as they dove into each other for more kisses.
Mick traveled down her exquisite torso, drawing a forefinger in lazy circles around her blushing nipples, enlarging the circles until his hand caught her entire breast and his mouth replaced his finger as he licked at her, drawing her breathes out expressively.
His heavy length trailed down her thigh as her hands reached for him, trying to capture him as she wanted to coax him into letting her stroke him as he amused himself with her body.
He moved too fast for her as he retreated down to the delicate flesh behind her knee where he held up her graceful leg and kissed the tight muscles of her calf all the way down to her heel. His fingers traced the arch of her instep and he kissed her toes giving each one attention. She moaned deeply as Mick grinned at her response.
“Perhaps I didn’t get quite enough nourishment, are you feeling as tasty as I think you are?” He was sitting back on his heels at the end of the bed as she watched him between her knees. She was used to Vampires and she knew their bodies were exactly as they had been at the time of their turning. She said a secret prayer to the sire who stopped time and preserved each perfect part of Mick’s body.
“I think I am, you tell me” She demurred as he fanned his hands over her thighs in pursuit of his feast.
His cool mouth found its target as he gently licked in the hollow of her thigh, where flesh turns from smooth and tan to deep pink folds of pliant flesh. He listened for the rush of her blood while he was distracted by her honeyed scent. The taste exploded on his tongue as she felt the ripple cover her, he lost track of time while he suckled her and drank in her scent, the creamy texture of her skin and the tight flesh just calling him to stroke her hard and deep and fast.
He felt her flesh cover in cool sweat as her breath stabbed at her lungs and she hung on the knife’s edge of coming. He nosed to her thigh and drew a soft bite, while his thumb danced over her. She shook and moaned until he knew he couldn’t wait any longer.
He held her blood and juices in his mouth as he rose over her, he relished the sight of her hair splayed on the pillow, her hands in tight fists strangling the coverlet and with that vision he covered his length with her juices and begged for entry,
“You’re scrumptious, I may need seconds…..” and he lunged into her pressing slowly until she wrapped her trembling legs around his hips. He fell forward, completing the depth of the stroke as they pressed together and drew apart, they smiled at the noises their bodies made engaging and retreating, the thwack of his hard cock filling her all wet and tight.
She seemed to be breathing for both of them when her early deep long breaths morphed into short, jagged breaths punctuated with moans and wordless vocalizations begging for more. Their dance became winged as Mick caught her up and flipped on his back, letting her ride him unrestrained. She put her heart into rocking over him, grinding tightly as he lay back, his eyes telling her how close he was.
“Come for me, Mick, come for me, all of you I want to feel you. . . shake . . . all. .. .. over” Her voice was hoarse and her strength was carrying her to their resolution.
“Oh, Mick, your so, so, deep….give it all to me” and with that she threw herself down to him presenting her breast for his bite….
The lights went out only after they had exploded and blinded them in the flush of their coming. They held each other for so long that they woke from a trance, soaking wet with her perspiration and exhausted. Mick held her so tight her breathes were shallow, she didn’t want to ask him to release her, in fact, she never wanted to leave the bed or this room without his hand on her.
“Are you ok?” Mick asked quietly with a trembling voice.
“I .... I don’t know, I think you need to do that gain, just to be sure. Is it like that every 9 years, Mick?” she asked as he rolled her over and thought about starting all over again.
I’m gonna live this life chasing the daylight, chasing the daylight,
So open up the sky and open up my eyes
Yes Open up the sky tonight, tonight
I want to chase the daylight like it’s the last day of my life
I want to run hide myself in the sun and feel all these fears melt away
And I will never look back, no I will never look back
I’m gonna live this life chasing the daylight, chasing the daylight, chasing you, love
Rresented for your consideration
Rusty
This night is over, Thank-you for coming.. .. .. ..really. ;) 
Now time for my sub zero oblivion.....
So I can’t get you refunded airline tickets…..I can write fanfic…..so here it is.
Pinkie....this one's for you.....
“It’s Deadly in Vegas”
Rated R for implied Sexual acts, Innuendo and possible violence.
Josef’s POV:
If I had only owned the ad agency that coined the phrase “what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas”. If I dig down deep maybe I do….and it was this weekend in Vegas that would have inspired the slogan.
February, 1994
I despise Valentine’s Day. How does a 400 year old vampire celebrate the holiday of love when I have the libido of a hummingbird and the attention span of a gnat?
SNAFU, situation normal, all fucked up. Weeks ago I had ordered a dozen long stemmed red roses to be delivered to each of my ladies at their home.
The cards simply to read “For all you do, this red’s for you, J”. No assignations of love….simply a declaration of appreciation.
Tonight, the 13th, my wingman and I fly to Vegas, the last bastion of the anonymous one nighters. It’s a fun city, it runs all night and in February the weather isn’t as bad as one would think. It’s not where Ill be relocating. . . . It was OK for Howard Hughes, and eventually even he saw the light and took relocation to Seattle.
As Barbara poured single malt into a double rocks glass and delivered it to my seat I semi reclined the chair and gave her wink. She noticed I looked a bit pale and extended a wrist which I demurred, didn’t want an in-flight meal.
“Wingman, great conscious of us all, what will you be doing while I enjoy the greatest collection of show girls since last season?” I threw a sideways look at the beleaguered Mick St John, as he pursed his lips and made notes in a small leather notebook pulled from his breast pocket.
“I don’t know, Josef, perhaps check out the UNLV Basketball team, March Madness is right around the corner” he closed the notes and laid the book on the table next to him.
“Mick, you are the only vamp I know looking for something that size on a wooden court and not on a showgirl’s chest. Remind me why I am bringing you with me for fun?” I was shaking my head at him, the damn recalcitrant monk that he was.
“Well, leave me the info for your lawyer just in case you get in too deep. A wingman also bails the pilot out of jail” Mick seemed so totally immersed in following the tow headed tyke from 1985 that I thought he was developing a Lolita fetish, the photo he carried revealed a nicely developing 13 year old in a Scout camp t-shirt as she held a b-b gun.
“Do you think it’s wise to follow a pubescent former client when she’s learning to handle firearms?” I gave him the eyebrow and he shook his head, tucking the photo inside his pocket over his heart.
The jet landed at McCarran Airport and taxied to the private hangers. I ran a hand thru my hair and shook out the waist of my trousers, adjusting the maroon braces over my silk shirt. I had to pull Mick out of the seat as I headed out. What a killjoy.
The limo driver stood officiantly at the passenger door. He nodded, I nodded and we slid into the most god awful garish white limo I have ever seen. I made a note to myself, no white limos in the private garage.
“Mr. Korston, we have been directed to take you to the VIP entrance, your suite is taken care of and has been fully stocked for your arrival” the driver peered at the rearview mirror as he apprised me of the things I had arranged. . . .How hard is it to say my name? Korston, Kostan…I’ll just take it off his 20% I thought.
We arrived at the Las Vegas Hilton, and I regarded the sign for the show, Starlight Express. I wondered if Yvette still made visits on roller-skates. What a night….dinner a smooth 0+ a musical on skates about a train and a lively young redhead who could do the dandiest things wearing just roller skates!
The double doors of the suite opened to reveal an expanse of light thru the glass walls. Everything was happening and it appeared to be happening in my suite. Helicopters flew from resort to resort, the mountains invisible in the miles of neon guiding the guests to a higher and higher level of debauchery on a journeyman’s wage.
Sure, they wouldn’t party like me….but the little people were here to have fun too and they would. I stripped off my tie and coat, dropping the braces around my waist as I got acquainted with the suite.
“Mr. Korston, we have…”
There the little drone goes again. I put out a hand, “Kostan, think Kostan” and he nods and picks up in his prerecorded speech.
“A full compliment of your requested beverages as well as luxury accommodations have been prepared and I hope you find the Anniversary edition billiard table meets with your liking.”
He swept a hand over the burgundy felted table and motioned to the bar and another set of double doors to my bedroom. After the rest of the suite was explored Barney the Bellhop trotted to the main door and placed the keys on the table and let himself out, not even fishing for a gratuity.
I closed the security lock and tossed Mick his key to his end of the suite, expecting him to disappear in the bathroom to take an icy shower and head for the freezer.
I threw open my bedroom doors and took in the grey silk walls, ivory carpets and the burgundy bed coverings. The wall of draperies responded to the remote and revealed more of the lights of the strip. The grey marble floors felt divine as I toed off my shoes and stripped to slide into my robe. The roman tub for 4 and the shower for 6 looked inviting; I’d just be so lonely if I slid in now. I retrieved a glass from the bar in my bedroom and poured myself a tall one, 0+, smooth and tasty….perhaps a 71’ ?
I took a seat on the chaise and thought about the night to come………
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The doorbell rang and I heard the giggling of perhaps, 4 or 6 young ladies. I had counted on the agency and I hope they didn’t get it wrong…. I had 36 hours in Vegas and I wanted to make memories.
“Are you getting that, Mick?” I called out of my room to his, baiting him….come on Mick put on your party face and do the nasty I’m thinking, then I give him a break and don’t embarrass him. Mick had been pretty solitary since 1983….What his blond sweetheart took from Mick was nearly everything in his heart. I knew why, I just had to keep her confidence when she left; I had given her my word. Its 1994, Mick…..let go a little.
“OK” I heard his reluctant voice as he made his way to open the door for the bubbly personalities to float in.
Blond, Brunette and Redhead times 2, long hair, short hair, spiked hair and braids as they jockeyed into the room like thoroughbreds at the break. Light skin, deep skin covering some of the longest legs I’ve seen in months. I felt the fangs in my gums vibrate at the thought of tasting each of them. Their eyes flashed hazel eyes, blue eyes, grey eyes, green eyes, black eyes and chocolate brown eyes….all of them tanned, toned and gifted.
“Hiya, Mr. Korston” the redhead smiled a 100 megawatt smile at Mick and he cocked an eyebrow and pointed to me.
“Mick, don’t you know it’s impolite to point, these ladies are our guests” I held out my arms as I walked toward them trying to catch all 6 in the embrace. The girls moved around me, shimmy fringe and sequins tickling me thru the silk robe,
“Mick, come welcome the girls, they’ve been waiting for us all night!” I watched Mick shoot me a glance and he paced heavily over throwing his arms around the girls finally resigning to grin at their scents and softness as they bounced off each other as well as the two of us.
“Ladies, may we offer you a beverage?” Mick got into the spirit, finally I thought. He drifted away from them and they followed like baby ducklings. Damn, all 6 broke away and left me with my “growing interest” under my robe.
Mick flipped into party mode and turned on that damn Irish blarney, “SO, who have we here tonight? My name is Mick St John and I am here to make sure Josef doesn’t do anything untoward to any of you girls. You, in the red dress, start with the names, OK?”
Always predictable Mick started with the redhead in the lipstick red sequined dress, she raised a graceful hand and volunteered, “Row”, then they fell into line and chimed off like some decadent Von Trapp family. The blond in the cobalt blue fringe raised both arms in the air shook her best attributes and called out. "I’m Cindy”.
Mick was giving me the secret grin over the top of the crowd vying for his attention….he was thawing out.
The brunette in the deep purple stretch velvet shook her shoulders and whipped her hips around, displaying a bodaciously round pair of buttocks capping two of the longest legs I had seen in a while. I licked my lips as she announced, “Beth” with a confident smile.
Bouncing on the balls of her feet, the long ebony hair swayed as she danced to her own music, lost in her own tune Beth tapped her on the shoulder and she grinned and announced, “Nancy”.
The last two girls eyed each other to see who would chime in next, the blonde in the emerald green sequins winked and waved a hand of very long fingernails and volunteered, “Ros”.
When it looked like she held all of our attention, the goddess in gold struck a pose and licked her lips, “I’m Terri”.
“OK, ladies, we are all friends here….Mick is a little shy, however I am comfortable in my skin, so once you cross that door” I pointed to my bedroom, “Clothing is optional” they roared with feminine laughter as they thought about that comment.
“I, on the other hand am looking for someone who may like to watch some basketball …..anyone follow action on the boards?” they giggled and figured if they were hired to do a job and it meant basketball, well it was their job to dribble down the middle and sink his shot.
Nancy stepped over to Josef and whispered in his ear, first Josef’s eyebrows shot up and then he nodded.
“Nancy tells me the 6 of them were sent to one man…. and that she can call a few more friends just to balance it out.” Josef walked over to the bar and passed the phone to Nancy as he poured himself another rocks glass of single malt.
“Well, before we get homebound….when can we meet the other girls, Nancy? Let’s go out and try our luck, catch some nourishment for you ladies and then wander back here later”
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An hour or so later we had secured a very large pair of adjoining booths at the Caesar’s Palace while we waited.
More than once I noticed the usual mob heavies cruising the perimeter of the room. If I hadn’t been entertaining beautiful women I’d have listened in on their Jersey accented conversations. Just as Cindy laid her hand on one thigh and Beth laid one light hand on the other thigh the two goons quaked up to the table.
“Good evening Mr. Korston, we are much honored to have you join us this evening with your nieces.”
Well of course I though…my nieces. How kind of them, how discreet…my nieces.
“Thank, you, Mr.…..” I occurred to me he hadn’t given me a name.
“Mr. Barcelona, Freddy Barcelona” His hand was cold, clammy, in a sleazy way not a vampire way. “If you should require anything, please do not hesitate to call us”.
“We expect four more of my nieces to arrive shortly, would you assist them personally when they arrive?” I asked, just for the response.
“Certainly, Mr. Korston” and he retreated, never turning his back on me.
This whole Korston thing was getting irritated. Just get the name right…. Then I thought, at least they won’t know who to blame if, well WHEN we misbehave.
Then Mr. Barcelona returned to the room with a quartet of ladies . . . . . My heart just about jump started, I whistled at Mick and his head spun. I pointed to them standing behind Freddy.
“Mr. Korston, if you would prefer the privacy of the entertainment suite we’d be happy to move your party there for the show.” Freddy’s head fairly spun as he regarded the 10 women assembled for the two of us. Then thru some miracle of hospitality we had some sort of huge balcony area with space for the lot of us, all 22 bodies.
We sat on cushions on the floor at low tables. I was kind of getting off on it, the ladies had more access to us and if we fell off the chair we didn’t have far to fall. Once we were settled the new guests raised their glasses and introduced themselves.
In black from head to toe with shiny black hair it was Sue; Sharon wore slinky silver and as she toasted her blond bob danced around her beautiful face. I leaned nearer to hear the quiet one’s name…..”Cuprina” an angel within the crush of caramel curls.
While we were mixing with them I missed the 4th one, where did the redhead go? That’s when I felt the warmth of chain mail caress the back of my neck and transfer thru my clothes onto my shoulders.
A few hundred years ago I got used to the warmth that chain mail held when it was on human flesh….how her body made the metal hot as it conformed to her curves…. How this redhead snuck up on me is my question….yet there she was strong arms around my shoulders as her breasts and bare flesh pressed to me.
“Hello, Josef….I’m Rusty” the voice was husky and soft, like the purr of a civet. I turned to regard her hazel eyes and wisps of strawberry red hair falling from a loose bun on the top of her head. Her swan neck led to a speckled décolleté brushed with delicate freckles that disappeared into the gunmetal chain mail dress that clung to her solid frame. She kicked off her shoes and kneeled behind me completely insinuating herself against me. The fragrance of her excitement kept me seated. I was ready to turn from the crowd and take a bite right now. Instead I said something incredibly stupid....I thought it was droll,
"Are you Rusty because you swam in your chain mail? You really should take it off if you're going to get wet"
"I'll remember that later, Josef" she nodded with a crooked smile.
I’ll be honest….a show started and I didn’t remember a thing from any of it….. Between Cindy and Rusty I had my dance card full. What was I going to do with the other 3? Be patient, I’ll tell you later.
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Mick’s POV
I know Josef isn’t a social worker yet I sure enjoy his idea of lifting me out of the doldrums. Here we are with 6 women and he sends out the call for more. 10 women….. I was going to mention how lopsided it was …that it meant three on one side and two on the other and then I figured he call two more. What a guy.
Did they choose me, or did I choose them? I had my hands full with Nancy, Row, Ros, Sue and Sharon…..my hands were very full. I watched them as they ate and I knew immediately why Josef ordered all finger food. If your lot in life is to watch women eat, the turn on comes when you see them tear into things with their delicate fingers and bite delicately a threads of meat off a slender bone.
Chicken wings covered in hot sauce disappeared as they tore at the bones and stripped the meat from the bones….. Oh, to be that little chicken wing…. Small quesadillas were rolled and disappeared behind richly colored plump lips and they knew how it made me feel, I saw Sharon’s face as the entire quesadilla was consumed smoothly. I swallowed hard and repositioned myself on the floor cushion.
Sure I heard music and I am certain there was some sort of magic show and music and perhaps even dancing chorus girls – I had my hands and my lap full of exactly what I was enjoying.
The magic was that I kept my pants on with all those hands wandering over me…….That was until Mr. Freddy appeared and discretely asked for us, something about a phone call.
Josef and I excused ourselves from the women and made ourselves presentable for public.
“Who do you think it is that needs both of us?” Josef asked as we walked the hall behind Freddy, it seemed much longer than to just a phone…
We were met in the kitchen by a posse of Freddy’s friends.
“Gee, guys, if I knew you wanted to party I’d have invited all you to the room, we’ve got plenty of women, I share” Josef was the happy guy, it didn’t dawn on him….this was the mob, the vampire mob.
“Mr. Korston, Mr. Joseph Korston?” the smallest one in black pinstripes balanced a toothpick in the corner of his mouth., “J-O-S-E-P-H……..K-O-R-S-T-E-N?” HE SPELLED IT and that explained all the mixed signals we were getting.
“Naw….no, I’m Josef Kostan…….J-O-S-E-F-………K-O-S-T-A-N” he was jovial as he spelled out his name, certain that this would allow us to return to our bevy of beauties.
“Naw….you came into the Hilton as KORSTON….you took his room, signed for his charges….come to Caesars’’ and pretend your KORSTON. We know you’re a vamp….along with your little buddy, here.”
The enforcer buddies tightened the circle until Josef and I were back to back. We rotated around each other as the goons gave us the fish eye.
“So who is this Korston?” I asked, stepping forward, holding my jacket open to reveal no weapons, hands up.
“Your buddy” Freddy flipped his head toward Josef”
“No, I am Josef KOSTAN, what will it take to solve this understanding?” Josef duplicated my stance with hands up, standing along side of me. We shared a sly wink and shook our heads…..in too deep to fight off 8 of them…..we stewed while they looked back and forth at us.
“You ran up a big debt, lots of coin…..lots of freshies…….stuck us for the whole shooten’ match of it. Now it’s time to pay up, Mr. Korston” Freddy had a dedicated, directed approach for collecting, even it if was from the wrong vampire.
“OK, let’s settle Joseph Korston’s debts and get on, even in eternity time is short….I’ve got 10 young ladies just waiting for us to return to our party”
Great….Josef is telling 8 vamp enforcers we have a coterie of freshies waiting for us…. I stood there ready to throttle him myself.
“We are talking cash, blood and an unkind remark to Mr. Billing’s wife here, “ Freddy nodded to a toad of a vamp on his left.
Magnificent, this just gets better and better….
“I’m a private investigator, why don’t you let us go and I will personally find this Korston guy. Do you know what he looks like?” Kind of hard on film I thought….how about some of the new waves of surveillance.
“That would magnanimous, Mr.…Mr.” Freddy stammered for my name.
“Mick St John” I turned to offer my pocket, “There’s a business card in my pocket, would you let us off with my word, my solemn word that I could produce this character?”
“Your solemn word?” Freddy asked as his body language began to fall into agreement with me, “Put your hands down Mr. St John, we can talk about this like gentlemen”
I turned to Josef and smiled; he dropped his hands and stood like an admonished school boy while I stepped into the walk-in freezer to have a word with Freddy. Even Freddy didn’t know what this Korston looked like, didn’t have a photo just shots from behind that could have been any of us. I bartered for about another 12 hours with the promise I would work the case from Los Angeles if I had to. We shook hands and left the walk in as comrades in arms.
“Come on Josef, we’ve got 12 hours to make history” I slapped Josef on the back and we left the posse of Jersey’s lost boys.
Aerosmith Deuces are Wild Video
I love to look into your big brown eyes
They talk to me and seem to hypnotize
They say the things nobody dares to say and I'm not about to let you fly away
My lover with no jet lag we're staying up all night in my sleeping bag
You got a heart beatin' rhythm from the subterranean
I really love you little girl I don't need to explain
I love you 'cause your deuces are wild; girl like a double shot of love is so fine
I been lovin' you since you was a child, girl 'Cause you and me is two of a kind
Ah, like deja vu I feel like I've been here or somewhere else but you've been always near
It's you that's in my dreams I'm begging for but I woke up when someone slammed the door
So hard I fell outta bed screamin' mama's little baby loves shortnin' bread
And the moral of the story I can testify I get stoned on you girl that's the best reason why
I love you 'cause your deuces are wild; girl like a double shot of love is so fine
I been lovin' you since you was a child, girl 'Cause you and me is two of a kind
I love to look into your big brown eyes
They talk to me and seem to hypnotize
They say the things nobody dares to say and I'm not about to let you fly away
My lover with no jet lag we're staying up all night in my sleeping bag
You got a heart beatin' rhythm from the subterranean
I really love you little girl I don't need to explain
I love you 'cause your deuces are wild; girl like a double shot of love is so fine
I been lovin' you since you was a child, girl 'Cause you and me is two of a kind
Ah, like deja vu I feel like I've been here
Or somewhere else but you've been always near
It's you that's in my dreams I'm begging for
But I woke up when someone slammed the door
So hard I fell outta bed screamin' mama's little baby loves shortnin' bread
And the moral of the story I can testify
I get stoned on you girl That's the best reason why
Josef’s POV
“Mick…let’s take the party back to the room…. I’m not in the mood for an audience, got it?”
Mick nodded and made that OK, Josef face he makes as we returned to the ladies…. The area looked like a chocolate explosion. They had served dessert while we were gone and the ladies didn’t wait for utensils to begin. The dark chocolate fountain rolled three tiers of the deepest liquid I had ever seen… too bad I don’t know firsthand what it tastes like.
Beth held a plate of marshmallows, cashews and strawberries all dipped under the chin of Terri while Sue fed them to her, licking her fingers in between servings. Their giggles were heavy coated in the sugary scents.
Cindy was dipping a few pretzel rods all together in the melted confection….. what she waved in the air looked slightly erotic in its thickness and length. Bite size pieces of coconut were stacked precariously high on Rusty’s small plate as she bent from a kneeling position toward the fountain….one by one she dipped and chewed then dipped and chewed again.
Nancy reached into a frosty covered box and drew out a frozen treat, “SHARON…..” Nancy wailed in a celebratory tone….
”Looky here….do we have what I think it is? They must have flown these in straight from South America….have you ever seen such thick, long inviting bananas?” Sharon’s feet carried her at almost vamp speed.
“Oh, Nancy, get a load of this chocolate covering........look how thick they’ve got the chocolate”
Sharon grabbed Nancy’s offering and the two of them slid the cellophane wrapper down to the stick and began their assault.
“Sharon, it’s too hard to bite…the chocolate breaks off” I watched as a sheet of thick chocolate fell right into Nancy’s cleavage …. I whipped right to her to lift it off and I offered it on the end of my index finger. Her eyes smiled as she removed the brazen fruit from her lips and tipped her head back a bit for me to drop the slab of chocolate into her mouth…… I let my finger hang over her open lips and I shook it…the fudge wasn’t budging.
Before I could lower it to her mouth she rose on her toes and swallowed my finger to the second digit, artfully removing any vestige of fudge from me. I pulled by my finger checking for bite marks……
“Oops”, she said as her lips retreated from my hand, she grinned as the pink tip of her tongue escaped those chocolate rimmed lips and she licked her lips.
“Ladies…..seems the party is moving back to the suite….I’ll have some of these delights ready for us the Hilton” Obediently they gathered their tiny purses and slid their shoes back on. They drained their drinks and gleefully formed a giggling gaggle of beauties advancing to the waiting limo.
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While that garish white limo carried us back to the Hilton I decided to confess…… after all confession is good for the soul, right?
“I’ve got to confess to you all. I am not who you think I am.”
Mick just shook his head and buried his face in one hand.
“Are you famous?” Rusty asked, leaning forward in her seat.
“Are you on the lam?” Terri asked as if she was ready to hide me in her purse.
“Are you a secret agent?” Cindy asked as she made a gun with both hands like Charlie’s Angels.
I looked at Mick and scratched the back of my neck and shrugged my shoulders….how does a vampire answer those questions….??????
Mick pulled forward from his women friends and held up his hands, “No, No and definitely NO” When he slid back into the cushion of the leather upholstery Ros’ and Row’s arms met around his shoulders as one fussed with his lapel and collar. What a tough life this guy had when he traveled with me.
“I’m no Joseph Korston….my name is Josef Kostan and somehow they think I am a bum who welsched on gambling and entertainment debts. They want to hang me up by my thumbs and stake me because I’m in his suite.”
I should have kept talking because the expressions and the utterances of empathy were making me hard…. These girls were empathy personified.
Nancy slid over closer and volunteered, “We’ve never met the vamp….I mean, we’re freshies and we meet a lot of vamps, not this guy. We got the call and we all reported. We could check back for the last group, see if any of the girls are available. Cindy’s an sketch artist, perhaps we can get a mug shot drawn?”
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Mick’s POV
Nothing like a heaping helping of beauty, talent and initiative. Once we were back to the suite calls were made to the agency, they located Brenda who drove over to dictate the particulars to Cindy. Between both of their talents it was a pretty sound assumption I was NOT Joseph Korston. Sue, Sharon, Cuprina and Rusty split up with copies of the image and covered the Resort Shops, Gym, Salons and high roller haunts within a couple of blocks.
Row, Cindy, Beth, Nancy and Ros made calls to past freshies listed as serving Mr. Korston. The limo drivers were ready to give him up…he smelled and was a poor tipper. The final call to Prestige Limos was the killing blow; Mr. Korston was in town….. Down the street at the Flamingo.
Within moments their beepers announced the news and the four on the road were back to the suite and I was sketching out a plan for Mr. Barcelona’s buddies to make a social call on the thorn in our side.
“Freddy Barcelona, heh, come on up to the Hilton, we have some info you may find intriguing” I hung up the phone and poured us drinks to celebrate cracking the case.
By the time the other ladies made it to the suite Josef had been entertaining Row, Cindy, Beth, Nancy and Ros in the hot tub on the lanai to the point the girls looked like little raisins. I was walking thru discarded shoes and clothes as if I was at the running of the brides at Filene’s Basement.
I heard the knock at the door and Room Service wheeled in a rolling rack hung with Robes and satin dorm shirts. The Waiter carried iced buckets of champagne as another Waiter brought in more delicacies and chocolate. As the white coated servers stepped away from their offerings Josef walked back into the room wrapping his robe around his torso.
“Mr. Josef Kostan?” the thinner server asked, presenting a tray with a bill and ink pen. That’s when I heard a clip engage and I bolted backward to the taller server behind me, knocking the gun out of his hands.
“JOSEF….Get the WOMEN OUT OF HERE” I hissed in sub sonic tones….. Josef lurched toward the man with the bill as he produced a silver stake from under his waist coat. I saw it before Josef did.
Luckily the music on the lanai kept the ladies busy, the four of us collided and bumped into each other. As if in slow motion bones snapped and healed, blood was spilled and flesh rejoined.
I held off the goon with the gun and the machete as we tumbled over furniture and careened off walls, I yanked him by the hair until he released his grip on the silver coated weapon and the gun. I grasped at the handle and plunged it into his heart, staying him to the floor in my bathroom.
Josef was king of evasion, he dodged right then left as the lithe hit man tried to land the silver ended stake. Hopping and leaping over the scattered furniture Josef resembled an odd hurdler. Just as the guy grit his teeth and lunged I stepped out in from of him with the Wok from the kitchen, flattening his face and stunning him that he released the stake. It fell to the ground before the guy did and Josef retrieved it first.
With a foot on the guy’s throat Josef bent over and plunged the stake into his chest. Although their ages prevented them from landing solid blows we were just agitated enough to be pissed off.
“Look at the mess they made” Josef complained as he motioned to the broken lamps, scattered food and sprays of blood decorating the neutral décor. “The bastards tried to stake us…What a nerve. I am a tourist in this city!”
I adjusted my clothing and wiped at the scratches disappearing as I looked in the mirror over the telephone. I dialed the local Cleaner’s and gave them the room number and Josef’s name. Within minutes there was a knock at the door.
It was Freddy…. A very surprised Freddy.
“What the hell kind of party are you guys having???” Freddy walked from room to room looking at the carnage.
“Those are Korston’s guys” I said as I handed the copy of the drawing Cindy and Brenda made.
“Korston is at the Flamingo, so why don’t you toddle down there and round him up. We have a few more hours before we have to go home and we are due to have a little bit of fun..OK?”
Freddy pulled back the sides of his jacket and tucked his hands in his pants pockets. He whistled as he assessed the damages and shook his head, “You guys really get the job done. I gotta thank you, Mr. St John. If you ever want to relocate…. …. Keep us in mind, OK?”. Freddy saluted as he backed out of the room and pulled the door shut. Josef and I sat on the sofa and stared at each other.
“This was supposed to be a fun time….I feel like I’ve been on a Crusade” Josef was miffed.
“Well, you always said you wanted to have a bit of the good old days, you’d know about Crusades” I had to throw that one back at him for all the “torch bearing mob” stories he’s whined about.
This time the door was the Cleaners, who drew the draperies while they restrained the two room service employees and got them out of the room unbeknownst to the ladies dancing to Row as she sang along with the stereo........
Van Morrison / Wild Night Video
As you brush your shoes and stand before your mirror
and you comb your hair and grab your coat and hat
and you walk the streets tryin to remember, Baby
all the wild night breezes through your mind.
And evrything looks so complete when you’re walkin down on the streets
And the wind catches your feet and sends you flyin, cryin
Ooooooh-weeeee! The wild night is calling.
All the girls walk by dressed up for each other
And the boys do the boogie-woogie on the corner of the street
And the people passin’ by just stare in wild wonder, babe
And the inside juke-box roars out just like thunder.. . . .
And evrything looks so complete when you’re walkin out on the street
and the wind catches your feet and sends you flyin, cryin
Oooooh-weeeee! The wild night is calling.
The wild night is calling . . . . . The wild night is calling
Come on out and dance . . . . . Come on out and make romance....
Come on out and dance . . . . . Come on out and make romance....
And everything looks so complete when you’re walkin out on the street
and the wind catches your feet and sends you flyin, cryin
Oooooooh-wee! The wild night is calling.
Oooooooh-wee! The wild night is calling...........
Beach Boy's Heroes and Villains video
I've been in this town so long that back in the city
I've been taken for lost and gone and unknown for a long, long time
Fell in love years ago with an innocent girl
From the Spanish and Indian home
Home of the heroes and villains
“JOSEF” Mick bellowed as he leaned over the bar, reaching for the ice bucket, “Are we leaving the ladies out there all night?” Mick cocked his head toward the glass doors when the silhouettes of topless women dancing and laughing taunted Mick.
“Oh, crap, I need my head examined, Mick I ‘m not used to this shoot-em-up nonsense….all this Korston aggravation has almost wiped my mind clean…the ladies have been ignored. I cannot have this type of gossip on the wind… let’s get out there” Josef commanded as he began to strip off his tie, dress shirt and slack off his braces allowing his trousers a sag on his slim hips.
Mick shook his head and offered, “no matter how close to dead I came. . . .I’m not getting naked with you no matter how many women are out there” Mick’s index finger pointed at him accusingly.
“I say you will once you see how they treat me…you’ll be panting like the dog you are” by now Josef had shook off his shirt and was walking out of his trousers. He toed off the Cole Hahn loafers and stooped to pull off his silk socks, leaving a trail of clothing behind him.
Mick shook his head and poured one tall single malt. Someone had to be the voice of reason in this bacchanal.
Clad in the maroon silk boxers, Josef slid open the door and stuck his head out, he immediately savored the sight of nubile flesh bobbling everywhere in tune to the Beach Boys, some on the lanai, some bouncing up and down in the small private pool.
He liked it when the water was a touch chilly….it flattered the ladies’ best attributes.. … their nipples were puckered in the chill of the night and the water and their skin seemed doubly firm with their excitement.
With all the drama Josef was having a hard, very hard time remembering all their names. He could remember their names….he just couldn’t remember who was who…..
“Good Evening, Ladies” he grinned and cocked an eyebrow at them, immediately collecting their complete attention. He leaned over to conceal his “interest” in the eleven guests.
“Hiya, Howdy, Hi!” he heard in different regional accents and it drew him to the very center of the action, he took two lopes and hopped into the pool cannonball style, taking them by surprise. The wall of water surprised them and the squeals went on until he came up from under the water and he drew his finger to his lips.
“Ladies… it seems we have a reluctant guest here tonight. Mr. St John seems to think he wouldn’t be comfortable with us in his all together. Do we have any volunteers who might be able to draw him out a bit?”
Josef savored the sight of them circled around him in the water, while the subtle pool lights danced in the water. Something about water at night really got Josef totally stimulated.
“Is there anything we can do to make him feel more comfortable?” One pair of succulent lips asked as another pair of dark eyes flashed.
A pair of hands clapped at the anticipation of inviting Mick to join them and then 11 pair of wet feet padded across the patio to the darkest corner. Josef heard some whispering back and forth and smirked at their ideas. He swam to the far side of the pool for the view of their plans…either his view or Mick’s would be choice.
Through the broad expanse of glass doors the group could see Mick playing with the stereo, absent mindedly dancing a little controlled rock and roll dance he thought no one paid attention to.
He had thrown off his duster and had pulled the tail of his Henley out of his trousers. His back was to the ladies and they whispered and snickered at him shaking his hips to some unheard song.
He held his glass aloft as he snapped his fingers and bent his knees to emulate one of Elvis’ crouch poses. He was in his own world until 11 pairs of fingernails tapped on the glass doors.
TIME FROZE as Mick stood stock still. “Crap” he thought… Mick knew he had caught and now he had a dozen witnesses, one of whom would remember for ALL time.
He slowly turned around drawing himself up out of the crouch taking a big swig out of the glass and wishing it could steal his embarrassment from him.
Instead of personal humiliation Mick was rewarded with the sight of 11 pairs of breasts in all sizes and colors pressed against the glass with their owners lips puckered against the same glass.
His eyes danced over bright pink lips hovering over creamy pale C-cups all the way down the line until he regard the last pair, a pert and perky pair of B-cups under blood red kissy lips.
In all his years…he had never been so bewildered by his choices. Why would Josef set him up like this?
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Then Mick heard their voices thru the glass, all different, yet each begged for Mick to come out and join them. Fingers waved him to each of their delectable bodies….they were baiting him and his resolve was weakening. Oh, hell, Josef was out there in his boxers….that wouldn’t be too intimidating….he hoped.
The girls stepped back from the glass, leaving wet smears below lipstick kisses. They began a slow clap chant, “Mick, Mick, Mick, Mick”.
Mick nodded and stuck a thumb up at them as he put down his drink and turned to remove his Henley. The whooping and hollering drew him to turn his head over his shoulder to see what they wanted. Rusty stopped clapping to motion as circle with her finger…”turn around” she said as she motioned for him to continuing stripping out of his clothes.
The rest of the girls screamed “ Yeah,, yeah,, turn around”.
Mick figured the longer he danced….the longer he’d hold on to his clothes, so he began by toeing off his shoes and socks, he picked up the sock between his toes and flipped it up to catch it, shooting at the glass door like a sling shot, Sure he thought, let’s play with the clothes…they’ll get tired and Josef will get lonely and then the heat will be off me.
Mick stood there barefoot, elbows at his waist, fists up and swiveling those hips again killing time as the music in his head played. As he danced he realized he was getting excited by their clapping….all those arms clapping created physical earthquakes of flesh, there were breasts bobbling just asking to be tamed with lips or hands…perhaps a few pair that cried out for a stiff cock to rub between them.
That’s when his trousers became uncomfortable and he felt a heat wave from his belly and he hooked his thumbs in the hem of his shirt and slipped it over his head to the resounding whistles of his admirers. The air conditioning of the suite hit his chest and he shook a bit at the thought of trying to gracefully shake out of his trousers, at this point the trousers HAD to go, he was shifting awkwardly from dealing with his stiff cock.
Mick slipped his belt open and slung it to the side and then simply slid the zipper down as the ladies squealed their approval. They had been more than patient and his reveal was their own reward. Taken by a short spell of modesty Mick turned away slightly to drop trouser and step out of them, not realizing how the tight fit his grey boxer briefs revealed two exquisitely formed buttocks which muscled down to thighs ripped with muscles as he bent over.
The crowd went wild at the prospect of being the one that peeled away those boxer briefs…..
Josef expected the glass doors to shatter from the 22 hands smacking the glass in approval. He stood in the pool, alone, shaking his head – his shrinking violet friend was coming out of his shell quite successfully.
The sounds of the vibrating glass brought Mick spinning around as he stepped out of his pants revealing his significant package, all he could do at this point was smile as his grateful audience slid the doors open to receive him.
This was it, he thought, now or never as he took a couple of steps into the throng of women as their hands covered him in glancing touches, slight pinches, tickles and gentle strokes.
Mick covered his face for about a half a second and then shook it off, raising his head to look at Josef. With a small lick of his bottom lip he stepped into the center of the women and pulled them closer and closer to the edge of the pool with him, then he backed toward the pool as they all clung together to get closer to him. Once his heel felt the edge of the pool he threw himself backward taking 5 or 6 of the women with him.
Piranha couldn’t churn the water any harder than they did as they fought to get to Mick and for the first time in years he reveled in the attention and how it all excited him.
Josef stood alone at the far side of the water thinking that Damn fool, all wrapped up in his comfort level tells me he can’t strip then he does a damn dance. You give St John an audience and he comes out like a Chippendale without the bow tie.
Here Josef was clad in the silky boxers as they floated around him a suspended silk tent hovering over and obscuring his own fine form….. He watched as Mick had done the “white guy” dance where his feet never left the floor. Booty shakes here, a thrust there as all Mick’s gifts graphically shown thru the form fitting grey knit skivvies.
The remaining women hopped in after him, churning the water and splashing like they were bobbing for diamonds. Everything moved in crystalline slow motion as Josef watched his friend amongst the women. He felt the moving water caress him as enjoyed their attempts to touch and get closer to Mick. Josef got a rush as he felt Mick’s emotions at their pulling an arm here, stroking a thigh there…Mick floated on his back as the sea sprites, these sensual mermaids cooed and marveled over his chest and thighs and full head of deep brown curls as they floated around his head like a halo. Their attempts at a tickle torture seemed to go now where, absolutely no effect on Mick whatsoever.
Josef recalled Mick’s Achilles heel was actually behind his right knee…. And even though he was enjoying their search mission to tickle the man Josef didn’t want to spend the rest of the night watching them search in vane. He dropped below the water and swam between the tangles of legs and got right underneath Mick’s floating form. When all seemed thwarted he raised a single finger and assaulted Mick with a flurry of strokes.
Mick seemed to levitate horizontally at the sensation as he had lain back relaxed and this round of tickling sent him into overdrive. At the “rising” of Mick’s body the screams reverberated and bodies collided to avoid being landed on when Mick hit the water.
Josef was highly entertained by the pinball effect of the bodies careening off each other, good thing they have nice, round breasts, he thought as a lascivious grin overtook his face. Then Josef new it was time to stake his claim, the one he had been watching all day long was returning his gaze.
Josef raised a hand and beckoned and she was in his arms within seconds. She melted into his strapping arms and rewarded him with a soft kiss. They did a slow waltz in the water, as if unwatched and alone with their own music.
Mick’s tickle fit had finally ended and he was heartily laughing at the plow. As he would pick up one girl and toss her or one would climb on his broad shoulders and jump off he noticed the crowd of ladies waning. He turned and there she was… the one that he had fantasized over from the time she crossed the doorway. The din of the torture had given way to his hearing only her breathing, her heart driving her to excite him. Mick floated his hands ahead of him toward her and she met him, lacing her fingers between his fingers until the pulled themselves together in a warm embrace. She became delightfully pliant and responsive to their bodies colliding.
She murmured his name and he took an unnecessary breath. He was drunk with her excitement at being the last woman in the pool, being the woman to touch his and feel his intimate touch. The lapping of the water thru the pool filter was the only sound in his mind. Their tentative touches lasted longer at each meeting. She pressed herself to him, turning her cheek to offer herself to him, her vampire.
At the sound of his scenting her neck she grew weak and fell tighter to him, her lips pressing on his chest. Both of them, skin to skin held tightly as they shared a mutual moment, the first of several.
“You, OK?” Mick asked, thinking she had shivered from the cool night air and the water. He tipped her chin up to see her eyes more clearly and she answered him
“I am more than OK” She licked her lips and hoped for a kiss from him as both his hands moved to caress her face while he allowed himself the pleasure of her ripe lips. Their rapid glancing turned to slow, deep soulful kisses as Mick became more and more enamored with her.
Their bodies touched as every available square inch presented itself. As he kissed her, little by little he nudged his knee between hers as her hands slid down his back and came to rest with her thumbs hooked in his waistband. They wrestled sensually as they made their way to the steps to exit the pool.
“I’m not much for public water sports when I can entertain in private”, Mick whispered as he held her to his chest, stroking the wet hair out of her face. All she could do was nod and run with him as they made their way to his bedroom.
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KJpJdJfsjtQ
You can call me a sinner, You can call me a saint
Celebrate me for who I am, Dislike me for what I ain't
Put me up on a pedestal or drag me down in the dirt
Sticks and stones will break my bones but your names will never hurt
I'll be the garden, You be the snake
All of my fruit is yours to take
Better the devil that you know
Your love for me will grow
Because
This is who I am you can like it or not
You can love me or leave me
Cus I'm never gonna stop, No no no no you know No no no no you know
Josef’s peace came as the two of them were left in the moonlight in the dark water; his “dance” partner had pressed him against the wall and performed an erotic swimming routine, arching her back as she did handstands under the water, then sinuously moved thru beckoning and seductive stances until he rushed the waters to claim her for his prize. He scooped her up and wrapped her in the fluffy white bath sheet he grabbed from the chaise. She grinned and shivered a little in the night air,
“Let’s get inside where we can get warmed up” his brandy brown eyes smiled at her, immediately warming her heart. They entered the dark suite and Josef swirled his “catch” around and plopped her on the queen bed. “Did you want to get the pool water off?” he asked as he turned the shower on and dimmed the lights in the bath.
She nodded at the chance to get the chlorine off her; she knew Josef’s senses would relish the scent of a woman over pool water. Together they took turns snagging kisses while they soaped each other up with lavish sponges, they giggled and sighed as they undressed each other even though each of them had only one piece of clothing to surrender to each other. As she drew down his wet silk boxers Josef gave her a boyish grin and asked,
“Doe you like Boxers or those knit boxer briefs?”
“Is this a trick question? I like you out of whatever you’re wearing, Josef” she giggled as she waved an accusing finger at him in jest. Josef lowered his head and caught her finger in his mouth.
“You wave something delicious in front of a vampire, it may get bit” he held her hand as he licked each one of her fingers and laid a slow kiss in the palm of her hand. She half turned and shook her fanny at him as she pulled the strings of the bikini bottom to reveal a toned, tanned cheek.
“Go ahead; I’ve been waiting for this time with you all week. When I heard you’d be visiting I’ve been crossing my fingers hoping I’d be here with you.” She grabbed at his shoulders and squared herself against him, grinding her hips in to Josef’s.
Cleopatra had her way, Matahari too
Whether they were good or bad, Is strictly up to you
Life is a paradox and it doesn't make much sense
Can't have the Femme without the Fatale
Please don't take offense
Don't let the fruit rot under the vine
Fill up your cup and let's drink the wine
Better the devil that you know Your love for me will grow because
This is who I am you can like it or not, You can love me or leave me
Cus I'm never gonna stop, No no
This is who I am you can like it or not, You can love me or leave me
Cus I'm never gonna stop,
No no no no you know - No no no no you know - No no no no you know
Josef fell to his knees right there in the shower as his eyes silvered over, fangs out he licked at the tiny heart tattoo and left discreet bite marks over the heart.
“Now you can say Josef Kostan kissed your mighty fine ass” and with that his hands drew upon her hips and placed her squarely before him, his mouth just inches from his desired destination, “as well as a few other places”
Josef crushed his face into her soft, flat belly as he scented her awakening. He pressed her thighs gently apart to taste her and she trembled at his tongue’s touch. She snaked her fingers through his hair to clutch him closer.
She braced herself against the cool marble wall as he ran circles around her, casting her out to black space and yanking her back into a burning circle of arousal. Her whimpering echoed off the walls with the splashing of the shower as Josef enjoyed one of the few tastes he had been graced to savor for 4 centuries.
At her loudest Josef tipped back his face to meet her gaze, as he drew his palm over his lips she licked her lips, her silent plea to taste him. Josef shook his head and rose, took her in his arms and slid her up the cool wall until they were separated by his pulsing cock, then he swiftly lifted her to pose at her entrance, just teasing her, pressing against her then retreating until she threw a leg around his hip while she begged a throaty, “Now, please, don’t tease me”.
Hot words were traded back and forth as she fought to take him right there, “Jezebel” he barked.
“Mother fucker” she retorted with eyes half closed.
“Hussy” he shook his head as he pressed deeper into her by a half stroke, then plunging himself to the hilt within her.
She answered with a thrust and waited for him to say another word yet the tight heat surrounding him left him wordless, only silence would do her justice as he pressed himself into her, licking wildly at her breasts in front of him. She accepted him silently as he arched to stroke harder and deeper. Her breathes came in short, sharp spikes as they met in the throes of so many near climaxes. He wanted to come over and over again within her, they’d have all night.
“Do it, Josef, do it” she panted as his head fell back from their embrace, “Damn it Josef, BITE ME” she pressed herself toward him, taunting him with the blood coursing through her.
Time after time he had stroked her to the point of near exhaustion. When she saw his eyes slide closed and then he raised his head to catch her gaze his eyes shown silver, she knew he was ready for the bite. Arching her back she offered her breast and he accepted as they trembled together and he released the tensions of the past day.
I'll be garden, You'll be the snake all of my fruit are yours to take
Better the devil that you know your love for me will grow
Because
This is who I am you can like it or not
You can love me or leave me
Cus I'm never gonna stop,
No no no no you know - No no no no you know - no no you know
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Chasing the daylight.....
Some say my faith is like wings made of wax
that it won’t last, that I’m wasting my time
But have they ever felt a love like this
Grace like a gentle kiss, beauty so divine
I was a soul stranded in bones before you
I was dream too afraid to dream without you,
but now I want to chase the daylight like it’s the last day of my life
I want to run, hide myself in the sun and feel all these fears melt away
And I will never look back no I will never look back
I’m gonna live this life chasing the daylight, chasing you alone
Mick’s reticence to fall into bed this weekend melted when she fell into his arms in the pool...
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=llGzOctdWig
Some say my faith is like wings made of wax that it won’t last, that I’m wasting my time
But have they ever felt a love like this grace like a gentle kiss, beauty so divine
I was a soul stranded in bones before you I was dream too afraid to dream without you,
but now I want to chase the daylight like it’s the last day of my life
I want to run, hide myself in the sun and feel all these fears melt away
And I will never look back no I will never look back
I’m gonna live this life chasing the daylight, chasing you alone
Mick’s reticence to fall into bed this weekend melted as they stood in his suite.
“Mick”, She asked as she pushed the door closed, “you don’t do this often do you?” Mick looked away for a second and then faced her fully, sliding his hand down his face to hold his chin for a moment.
It all showed, he thought, all of his reticence showed despite his bravado. He had no words right now for her.
“Do you feed fresh very often?” she sauntered to him and ran her thumbs across his collar bones to reach his leanly cut shoulders.
His eye brow cocked up at her inquiry and he shook his head. She knew this night would be a bit different from the others. Among the girls, nights with Kostan and Company were legendary and tonight Mr. Kostan brought her a choir boy.
Perhaps this Boy Scout had brought his compass to find her “true north”, she’d give him the benefit of the doubt because he certainly looked like he could…..
“If you’d be more comfortable I can get you some fresh drawn,” she motioned to the wet bar in the suite.
“That would be very nice, I’d like to be well fed, and I don’t want to be distracted by hunger” Mick admitted as his eyes wandered across her face and fell to her naturally luscious breasts. He reached out with both hands and gently cupped her breasts, rolling a thumb over each firm nipple. She looked at his hands, gentle and tender and licked her upper lip.
“Did you want me to get that refreshment for you now or later?” She was blushing at his touch.
Mick grinned and shuffled from one foot to the other then drew his fingers over his mouth, inhaling the scent of her skin, “Yes, refreshments would be nice” then while she retrieved two carafes and glasses Mick went to gather a pair of robes from the closet.
He didn’t have the time or space to pace nervously, he simply wore the look of a man remembering how to get on a bicycle and pedal without making a fool of himself.
Her nakedness didn’t faze her as she presented the double rocks glass full of A+ to him; she held the wine to toast and was taken back by his perfunctory swallowing his meal in one fluid motion. She sipped the wine and put down the glass, watching for signals. They had shared some electricity in the pool and now they were floating in dead air.
“Would you like a back rub in the tub?” she asked motioning toward the garden soaking tub, “It would feel good to get rid of the chlorine, wouldn’t it?” she held one arm beneath her breasts and the other arm across her nipples. Perhaps her partial nudity bothered him she thought, if that was the case she might as well break on thru to total nakedness…..
Mick headed in the direction of the garden tub and she beat him there, adjusting the water, checking the jets and pulling out the super-fluffy bath sheets. His stepped to the sink to brush his teeth and that made her smile, usually Vamps didn’t take personal hygiene as an issue, Mick was growing on her really fast. When he was done brushing and spitting quietly she watched as he focused on the red tinged foam circling the sink as it faded to white foam. She kept her distance, giving him the space he seemed to need.
Once the sink water was off Mick leaned into the mirror, hands on the edge of the counter as he watched the room behind him. She caught his eye and he motioned with a nod of his head to come closer, again she covered her self partially to come up behind him. Mick turned his head and lifted his right arm to encircle her waist, drawing her close.
Their reflections took on a strange similarity to “American Gothic” without the pitchfork Mick thought and he smirked at his thoughts. Each of them had a bit of a somber expression and he wished for the magic to please her to keep her in his bed until the left tomorrow, as she had been hired as “dinner” not as entertainment. As he held her he ran his fingers lightly over the crests of her breasts and her hands fell away and gravitated toward his waist. Her warmth thrilled him as he listened to her heart and he raised that crooked grin that seemed to spike her heartbeats.
“Tub should be full” she wrinkled her nose as she cocked her head back to the tub, “Don’t want a flood, do we?” she broke away and turned the water off.
“Excuse me for a second” she picked up the robe and stepped to the other side of the door to remove her bathing suit bottoms and she laughed at herself for her funny sense of modesty, she didn’t want to bend over or look awkward to him, he was too cute.
She returned to the room with the robe clutched to her front and stepped up into the tub. She didn’t think he was the type to need an audience for his disrobing, yet she didn’t want to miss him removing the wet knit from his body.
Mick stepped up to the tub and threw her for a loop, he got in with his skivvies on and once under the water he peeled them off, wrung them out, balled them up and tossed them across the room into the sink.
“He shoots and scores” she announced as she hugged her knees, her chin on her knees.
“I hope so” Mick said as he reached for her hands, she unfolded for him after he spun her around to lean against him between his extended legs. She felt his chest, the ripples of lean muscles against her as well as his cock as it grew thicker and harder behind her.
Mick’s arms reached around her and his lips were right behind her ear. “I meant it when I said I liked it slow, I want you to be comfortable with me, don’t want you to do anything you don’t absolutely want to do”
At this point she wanted to do it all and do it now, she hadn’t “seen him” however what she felt tapping at her back would really feel grand in her hands or deep inside her. It was all she could do to remain demure between his thighs as his hands traveled across her exciting every square inch of her skin.
She was worried Mick would extend all of this until she exploded waiting to come, she wanted to turn and take him in her hands, that was until his hand skimmed her belly and headed between her legs, his fingers combing her thatch of curls. As his hand traveled to excite her he seemed to be purring and drawing rhythmic breathes as if he desired her excitement as much as she did. She laid back and swiveled to allow Mick greater access to her, should he want to stroke her or pull her onto him. She was breathing in short, sharp breathes as he smiled and licked at her earlobe.
A roll of her nipple, a catch of her clit and he had her in his hands totally.
“We can go slowly if you want, Mick” she breathed the words out as he found her most receptive flesh.
“I like it slow” Mick’s voice was caught in a husky tone, his eyes half lidded at feeling her. His lips caught the side of her jaw and his hungry kisses caught her earlobe, “It’s been a while” he confessed.
She wondered what that meant, for a guy that could have been three days, for her it would have been a week, 7 days too long to go without what he was doing to her right now. Her mind lost its place with his hands playing at her while he nibbled on her throat.
“Like a week?” She grinned in her elation, simply lying back in his arms, fairly floating between the water and heaven.
So close to his chest she felt the rumble of his laugh then he whispered, “Like 9 years” and her head spun around nearly whacking him in the chin. He pulled his head back and his hands stopped in midstroke at her astonishment.
“We have a lot of ground to cover, Mick” she smiled as she reached into the water to spin around on her knees to face him, he held his gaze intently as she rose on her knees to fall toward him and he caught her, their lips meeting as he reclined to catch her body’s fall with his body.
Was it the water? Was it the feeding? Was it the woman that did all of this to him, yeah, I’m dead he thought, yet I’ve not felt this alive in nearly 10 years. The crush of an eager woman, the stone hard feeling when you want to bury yourself in her and stroke her hard and deep until neither of you can move, it’s all coming back to me, Mick thought as he grabbed her in both arms and took great haste to get her out of the tub and in a bed where the suppleness would cushion their fall.
To hell with their being wet Mick thought as they rolled on the coverlet, legs tangling as arms wrestled and starving lips found their ration of sweet kisses.
There’s still arrows in my heart, there’s still time I fall apart
and all I am left with are why’s
But then your love falls like a heavy rain and my heavy heart
Doesn’t feel the pain when you’re by me side
I was a soul stranded in bones before you
I was dream too afraid to dream without you
But now I want to chase the daylight like it’s the last day of my life
I want to run hide myself in the sun and feel all these fears melt away
And I will never look back, no I will never look back
Mick rose back from her supine form, she was flush with their foreplay and eager for him to continue. She pulled him back to her and he resisted her pull to take one of those mental snapshots…..of a ravishing woman under his weight waiting for him to do the things he thought he forgot, the things he hadn’t had interest in doing since Tara left. There he said, since Tara left, one step further from that heartbreak and one step closer to a new love.
At this realization he felt liberated to enjoy this woman and the gifts she brought him.
He began with raising over her to cover her body with a kiss her forehead then catching her mouth; she bit at his lip and caught his tongue. Mick hovered as he allowed a bit of fang to erupt to catch her tongue and elicit a spot or two of her blood. As he held it on his tongue he threw back his head, arching his back, throwing his hips to crush against her while a rolling moan erupted from his parted lips.
She watched in awe as his entire body hardened, his nipples small points on his rippled chest and she stroked him with delicate touches as they dove into each other for more kisses.
Mick traveled down her exquisite torso, drawing a forefinger in lazy circles around her blushing nipples, enlarging the circles until his hand caught her entire breast and his mouth replaced his finger as he licked at her, drawing her breathes out expressively.
His heavy length trailed down her thigh as her hands reached for him, trying to capture him as she wanted to coax him into letting her stroke him as he amused himself with her body.
He moved too fast for her as he retreated down to the delicate flesh behind her knee where he held up her graceful leg and kissed the tight muscles of her calf all the way down to her heel. His fingers traced the arch of her instep and he kissed her toes giving each one attention. She moaned deeply as Mick grinned at her response.
“Perhaps I didn’t get quite enough nourishment, are you feeling as tasty as I think you are?” He was sitting back on his heels at the end of the bed as she watched him between her knees. She was used to Vampires and she knew their bodies were exactly as they had been at the time of their turning. She said a secret prayer to the sire who stopped time and preserved each perfect part of Mick’s body.
“I think I am, you tell me” She demurred as he fanned his hands over her thighs in pursuit of his feast.
His cool mouth found its target as he gently licked in the hollow of her thigh, where flesh turns from smooth and tan to deep pink folds of pliant flesh. He listened for the rush of her blood while he was distracted by her honeyed scent. The taste exploded on his tongue as she felt the ripple cover her, he lost track of time while he suckled her and drank in her scent, the creamy texture of her skin and the tight flesh just calling him to stroke her hard and deep and fast.
He felt her flesh cover in cool sweat as her breath stabbed at her lungs and she hung on the knife’s edge of coming. He nosed to her thigh and drew a soft bite, while his thumb danced over her. She shook and moaned until he knew he couldn’t wait any longer.
He held her blood and juices in his mouth as he rose over her, he relished the sight of her hair splayed on the pillow, her hands in tight fists strangling the coverlet and with that vision he covered his length with her juices and begged for entry,
“You’re scrumptious, I may need seconds…..” and he lunged into her pressing slowly until she wrapped her trembling legs around his hips. He fell forward, completing the depth of the stroke as they pressed together and drew apart, they smiled at the noises their bodies made engaging and retreating, the thwack of his hard cock filling her all wet and tight.
She seemed to be breathing for both of them when her early deep long breaths morphed into short, jagged breaths punctuated with moans and wordless vocalizations begging for more. Their dance became winged as Mick caught her up and flipped on his back, letting her ride him unrestrained. She put her heart into rocking over him, grinding tightly as he lay back, his eyes telling her how close he was.
“Come for me, Mick, come for me, all of you I want to feel you. . . shake . . . all. .. .. over” Her voice was hoarse and her strength was carrying her to their resolution.
“Oh, Mick, your so, so, deep….give it all to me” and with that she threw herself down to him presenting her breast for his bite….
The lights went out only after they had exploded and blinded them in the flush of their coming. They held each other for so long that they woke from a trance, soaking wet with her perspiration and exhausted. Mick held her so tight her breathes were shallow, she didn’t want to ask him to release her, in fact, she never wanted to leave the bed or this room without his hand on her.
“Are you ok?” Mick asked quietly with a trembling voice.
“I .... I don’t know, I think you need to do that gain, just to be sure. Is it like that every 9 years, Mick?” she asked as he rolled her over and thought about starting all over again.
I’m gonna live this life chasing the daylight, chasing the daylight,
So open up the sky and open up my eyes
Yes Open up the sky tonight, tonight
I want to chase the daylight like it’s the last day of my life
I want to run hide myself in the sun and feel all these fears melt away
And I will never look back, no I will never look back
I’m gonna live this life chasing the daylight, chasing the daylight, chasing you, love
Rresented for your consideration
Rusty
This night is over, Thank-you for coming.. .. .. ..really. ;)
Now time for my sub zero oblivion.....