The Nightlife: Las Vegas (The Nightlife Series) (13 page)

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Chapter 13

Upon returning to the hotel Aaron ordered a full meal with
orange juice and champagne for their beautiful pet.  She ate her fill and
downed two glasses of Cristal silently as she brooded on the confrontation with
Roger.

“Hey girl what’s up?  Talk to me.”  He held her chin in
hand, looking into her wonderfully expressive deep blue eyes.  She knew he
rifled through her thoughts.  She couldn’t hide her fears from him.

“I’m fine, nothing’s wrong.”  She shook her head and tried
to look away with her denial.  As if not looking at him could somehow keep him
out of her head.

“Talk to me. I already know what’s bothering you.  We need
to get it out in the open.”  He kissed her, and she closed her eyes and nodded
in agreement.

“What Roger said … about me … do you think it’s true?”  She
looked up at him with eyes full of heart-wrenching sadness.  She asked a
question that was potentially devastating in its answer.  If Aaron and Michelle
abandoned her based on Roger’s lies she knew she’d be dead within 24 hours.  If
she didn’t die of a drug overdose, she’d probably kill herself from the depression.

“Ana listen to me carefully.  I don’t believe a word of his
bullshit.  Not.  One.  Word.  I know things seem to have moved too fast between
us, and that might be suspicious to someone else.  But not to me.  I see you
Ana.  The real you.  What we have between us is the real thing.  It always has
been from the start.  From the first moment we met.”  He smiled, caressing her
face with his fingertips.  She smiled back but the fear and insecurity was
still strong.

“What about the money?  I mean, you know I don’t have any
money.  I don’t even have a job right now, but I could get one.  I can earn
enough to pay some rent and my own expenses.  You don’t have to buy me clothes,
I have my own clothes.  I have an apartment and a roommate …”

Tears streamed down her face.  Money had always been a problem
for her.  She’d worked as a stripper years back and more recently as a cocktail
waitress.  She’d even sold her body when all else failed.  She hated the idea
they might think she used them for money.

“Anastasia, my beautiful Anastasia, come here.”  He enveloped
her in his embrace, soothing her by touch.  “Money is not an issue.  We need
you here with us.  I need you here.  You don’t need a job.  I want you close at
hand always.  Stop worrying about all this bullshit from Roger.  Your fear is
creating problems that don’t exist.”  She felt Aaron there in her mind, a sense
of calm and acceptance radiating off him.  He was somehow tethered to her
psychically.  It must have happened from all the times he’d bitten her.

Michelle joined them in a group hug.  “Listen to me, this
morceau de merde,
Roger, he
is nothing.  Don’t think of this anymore.  We need you with us always.  There will
be no more questions.  You belong here.  Aaron has all the money we need.  I
have money.  This will never be a
problème
.”

Though they never said, it occurred to her that Aaron and
Michelle must share a psychic connection of some kind.  Michelle always knew
things he knew, unspoken things.  It put a smile on her face to be loved and
accepted by such amazing creatures.  They held her till the insecurities
drifted away, dissolved by affection.

She kissed them both.  “Thank you so much.  I’m the luckiest
girl alive to be here with you.”

They exchanged one of those silent communication looks. 
They
are talking to each other right now, about me.

Michelle stood up from the bed and grabbed a tumbler glass
from the wetbar.  She turned and gave Aaron that look.  He sighed and stood up,
resigned to whatever it was she wanted from him.

Ana helped herself to more Cristal, fascinated by the
procedure Michelle demonstrated to Aaron.  Michelle held the tumbler glass up
underneath Aaron’s upper jaw.

“Visualize the feeding.  Focus on your hunger.  How good it
would be to bite me right now.”

As Michelle spoke, Aaron’s upper canines elongated into
wicked little points, hanging just barely over the lip of the glass.  After a
couple seconds, a clear fluid trickled down into the tumbler glass, liquid
magic.  Colorless, tasteless, odorless, but magic nonetheless.  Pure venom, the
most potent drug she had ever known, and that was saying a lot.  She’d done it
all, coke, heroin, acid, exstasy, benzos, oxys, Xanax.  There wasn’t a commonly
abused substance out there she hadn’t tried multiple times.  His bite had them
all beat by a mile.  That glass with its little dribble of clear liquid was the
only thing that could abate her withdrawal symptoms until they awoke at sunset. 
Nothing else could truly replace his venom.

A couple minutes passed in awkward silence, Aaron’s jaw
opened inhumanly wide, fangs fully extended, while Michelle held the cup to
collect his nectar of the gods.  When she felt there was enough she set the cup
down and extracted the fluid into a one cc syringe they had bought at the
Walgreen’s down the street in a diabetic kit.  Michelle sealed the liquid magic
up in the kit and put it away for tomorrow.

They all bathed together, teasing and playing with slippery
soapy caresses.  They tumbled into bed nude and squeaky clean, smelling of
strawberry kiwi bubble bath.  Ana crawled atop Aaron, calling out enthusiastically.
 “Me first.”

He snickered, “I need to work off some aggression
girlfriend.  I’m not really able to do that without hurting you.  You
understand, don’t you princess?”

She pegged him with her disappointed-child look, as though deprived
of ice-cream before bedtime.  “Why are calling me princess?” She asked with her
face scrunched up.

“Because you’re our gypsy princess, our Snow White.  What do
you think?  Doesn’t she look like Snow White?”  He asked Michelle.

“
Oui
,
the eyes, and that beautiful black hair.”  Michelle teased by reaching down
between her legs to twirl her fingers into Ana’s jet black pubic curls,
stroking her sensitive folds playfully.

She sighed in pleasure, but she wasn’t distracted so
easily.  She pinned Aaron with her crystal blue puppy dog eyes, the accusation
hanging unspoken.

“Don’t look at me that way!  We’re still gonna have fun, but
we have to be a little more careful … okay?”

She agreed quietly, nodding assent.  She tried to redirect
her thoughts away from the dark need that arose, the need for punishment.  It
became difficult to think of anything else as she lay there staring at his
fully engorged erection.

Michelle smiled wide at Aaron, something silent shared
between them.  “Oh, that will be perfect!”

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Michelle took action by rolling over atop Aaron and took him
whole in her mouth.  His unusually strong hands lifted Ana into position
straddling his face, her warm satin folds settled down onto his waiting tongue.

“Oh yeah.  Mmm, yes!”  She squealed and rubbed down into his
face, working with his tongue.  She gritted her teeth, humping his face with
all the concentration she could muster.

She glanced back over her shoulder, momentarily distracted
by Michelle’s freaky long tongue in action.  Michelle slurped and licked up and
down the length of him.  The girl could probably tie shoelaces with that thing.

Aaron growled into Ana’s flesh, thrashing around.  He
devoured her like a starving man, lips, teeth and tongue going at it.  Michelle
had worked him into a fit.

“That’s it!  Don’t stop!”  Ana begged Aaron as he pulled her
hips down.  “That’s it!  Yes!”  She started to peak.

Suddenly Michelle hopped up and executed one of her inhumanly
perfect moves, sinking down to squat into full penetration atop Aaron’s cock.

“Ugh. 
J'aime monter à cheval!
”
 
She liked to ride
.

She ground her pelvis hard, happily impaled with a series of
grunts and groans.  “
Oui
!
 
Oui!
 
Oui!”

Michelle ground, pounded, and hunched into it, working all
that meaty length with every ounce of strength and intensity she had.  She
worked out his aggressions and a few of her own, growling and grunting like an
animal in heat.  In his excitement he grabbed Ana’s thighs, pulling her down
tight, shoving her wet sex hard against his lips and teeth.

“Oh shit!  Yes!”  Ana squealed with delight, grinding her hips
harder and faster, midway through her orgasm.

He thrust up into Michelle as she bounced and pounded him,
an award-winning porn star performance.  She clawed at his chest hitting her
peak.  “
Oui
Aaron! 
Don’t stop damnit!  Don’t stop!”

Awash in her orgasm, Michelle bit the nearest target, Anastasia’s
plump juicy ass.

Ana screamed her explosive orgasm, hitting full release with
Michelle’s venom streaming through her body.  With Ana bellowing out her climax
at the top of her lungs, he could no longer fight off his instinct to bite.  He
turned his head sideways and chomped down on Ana’s inner thigh, drinking down
her ecstasy and blood.

Ana hit peak after peak after peak, writhing and screaming
with tears of joy.  The entrapment of their steely grips and razor fangs
triggered another panic response.  She squirmed and fought, trying her best to
crawl away.  No matter how hard she fought, she couldn’t get loose until they
released her.

Finally freed of their clutches, she convulsed, cried and
shuddered as she came again and again.  She tried to crawl away, but simply
couldn’t function.

“Oh god, oh god, oh god.”

They tried to sooth her, holding her gently, calming her
panic.

Heaving, breathing in gasps, she moaned, “I think … I died …
and … went to heaven.”

She lay there slobbering and whimpering, her hips still
convulsing involuntarily.  After a moment she came to her senses and smiled a
lazy drugged grin.  It was all good.  Maybe a little too intense, a little too
freaky, but very good.  Just enough abuse to hit all her punishment buttons.  Just
the way she wanted it.

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Seeing Ana’s glazed smile, assured she was okay, he slid
atop Michelle.

“Now it’s my turn!”  He growled as he trapped her legs over
his shoulders and slid it in to the hilt.

“
Je t’ aime
Aaron!” 
She professed her love, in that husky French, pushing him to new heights of
arousal.

With his master beneath him, utterly exposed and vulnerable,
he took full advantage of her, pounding into her pelvis with abandon.  He bit
her breasts and neck as he pummeled her soaking wet entry with a painfully
wonderful strength.  Ana had brought out the inner beast with her dark desires
and victim-food-prey fear reactions.  It was a subconscious trigger for the
predator, driving him to act out Ana’s desires on the only person who could
survive such treatment.

“Ah! Ah!  Eee! 
Oouuuiii!
”

She screamed with inhuman tones as he hit home harder and
faster than any feeble-bodied man could ever give it to her.  She curled up between
her legs in a contortionist’s snake-bite, latching onto his shoulder while he
continued his super human thrusts.  He actually hurt her, bashing into her sex
enthusiastically, but she’d recover quickly.  By tomorrow night Michelle would
be right as ready, sore, but good to go for another round.

He roared in release, collapsing atop Michelle who embraced
him quivering and moaning.  He meshed into her mind, feeling all that wonderful
love pouring over him like a soothing warm shower.  She was hurting, but loved
every painful minute of it.  Kramer could never do this to her, no man could
make love to her like Aaron.  For that and many more reasons, she loved him
like she’d never loved any other.

He looked over to catch Ana smiling at them, a whole new
pile of love and affection just waiting for him.

She gushed, “I love you guys so much.  You’re the best thing
that ever happened to me.”

After catching his breath for a moment, he pulled Ana in
tight.  They curled around their abused pet as she fell asleep.  They were an
inseparable tangle of limbs sleeping soundly as the sun came over the horizon
for the new day.

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Bright and early, Kramer dialed Demarco’s number from his
cellular contact list.

Demarco answered, “Hola Senor Kramer, and how was your dinner
last night?”  His voice betrayed an uncommon level of anticipation.

“It’s complicated, but we’ll have things under control by
tonight.  Why don’t you come over to my office at about one o’clock.  We need
to discuss how we’re gonna handle this.  I’d like you to see the security
footage from last night.  I think you’ll find it interesting.”

“Okay … so we’re gonna have both of them tonight?  You’re
okay with letting me handle the punk?”

Kramer admitted, “Yes, I think I’ll have to concede to you
on this one.  Your instincts were right on the money.  We have to deal with
him, and it looks like your way is probably the best way.”

“I really want to say I told you so, but I won’t.”  He could
hear the smile on Demarco’s face in his voice.  “So … how many guys will I
need?”

“I’ll leave that up to you, but I’d say at least two men,
and … well you’ll see when I show you the recordings.  But hey, this has to
come off clean.  I don’t want this interfering with our business tomorrow
night.  I just spoke with JC, and he confirmed we’re on for tomorrow.”

“Yeah, yeah … we’ll talk about it when I get there.  Listen,
I’ve got Oso, and I can bring Miguel, the new guy, you’ve met him before?”

“Ahh yes, I have.  He’s the body builder right?”