Jared Sinclair sat at the small table in the smoky room drinking tequila shots. His table was filled with empty glasses, save the one in his hand. The waitress appeared at his left side to remove them. She smiled at him and leaned close to his face as she filled her tray, giving him a good look at her full breasts over the top of the homemade V-neck in her small T-shirt. He chuckled to himself. The provocative move always raised her tips. Jared smiled back at her and dropped a five on her tray as usual.
“Bring me another round, will ya, sweetheart?” he said and patted her bottom.
“You got it, Jared.”
She returned quickly, filling his small table again with tiny glasses full of the clear liquid. He promptly paid for them, and she disappeared again, leaving him with a wink. The room filled with loud clapping and the music changed. He tapped his foot to beat of the new music as he savored another drink and directed his attention to the stage. He watched as the new girl took to the stage and started dancing. She moved about the stage seductively in front of the men who sat in chairs around the stage’s edge.
They took turns throwing dollars at her feet each time she passed by them. After giving them their first looks at her beauty, she swung around the pole in the stage’s center, then returned to each man and bounced her bare bottom close to his face. When one stopped tucking his dollars into the provided garter belt, she moved smoothly to the next, giving him an identical show. Jared watched her just as attentively as the other men did from his table against the wall, but he’d already dismissed her as this night’s prospect.
Although she had no effect on him he was impressed by her skill at weaving her web of seduction around the other men. He continued drinking. The drinks had no effect on him, either. He could drink for an eternity and it wouldn’t have any effect, but he enjoyed good music, good food, and good drink and partook in them whenever the mood struck. The tequila tasted good on his palate, but it did nothing to quench the other thirst that built deep inside him. That was why he was here: he had to feed, but so far no one looked appetizing to either feed that particular need.
Everyone clapped as the music changed and a different dancer took the stage. She was different than the other women he’d seen so far. Several men rushed to the stage to join the few already there. He chuckled to himself as his cock jumped in response to her. She was very sensual. The way she sashayed and moved along the stage, taking command of it, aroused him greatly. She slid her back up and down the pole, opening and closing her legs, giving all who looked quick peeks of her well-defined pussy lips in the glowing pink panties she wore. He reached under the table and rubbed his growing cock for a moment, then tried repositioning it for more comfort.
“So here you are, Jared. I knew I’d be able to find you. You must be looking for someone to feed upon, eh?”
Jared smiled at hearing the familiar voice behind him. He looked over his glass as his friend Byron came around the table and sat opposite him. He and Byron had been friends for centuries. Byron shared Jared’s fondness for good food, good drink, and good music, but they had different tastes when it came to the humans they chose to feed from. They both considered themselves loners, but if they had to call someone their friend, they would claim each other for the role. When they did hang out as friends, they usually were out enjoying the company of the humans in the city.
“I like the women here. They taste good,” Jared said with a chuckle. “How is it that you always seem to know where to find me, Byron? It’s kind of stalkerish, don’t you think? It almost frightens me,” Jared said with a laugh in his voice.
Byron laughed with him. “Now that would be a sight to see, Jared,” he said, still laughing, “You, frightened. So tell me, who has your blood warming? I can smell your lust for her,” he asked, taking one of Jared’s glasses.
Jared raised an eyebrow. “Really? You can smell me? I have only smelled humans.”
Byron laughed again. “Of course. I can always smell your lust, Jared. It is a unique scent that wraps itself around my senses,” Byron said dreamily, sniffing the air, but then he looked at Jared’s confused look and chuckled.
“Never mind all that, Jared. Now tell me, which one do you have your eye on?”
Jared finished his drink and used the glass to point to the stage. “The one that’s on the stage now.”
Byron finished another shot and looked to the stage. “Ahh, yes, she looks like she will taste as good as she looks. Well fleshed, well formed, and I bet when her blood is burning with lust she will indeed be delicious.” Jared laughed and Byron turned to him. “What?”
“I thought you preferred the taste of male flesh, Byron. You speak about the woman with lust and appreciation on your voice. Have you changed your mind?” he asked, teasing.
Byron chuckled. “Of course not, Jared, never that. I do prefer a male’s body to a female’s to love on, that’s a fact, but, if only a female is available at the time ….” He shrugged and left his sentenced unfinished. Byron took another of Jared’s drinks as his friend laughed at his comment. “You know, Jared, you should try it. You may find that you like men better, as well.”
Jared took two more shots while looking into Byron’s dark gleaming eyes. He saw truthfulness there and something else, something he couldn’t put his finger on at the moment.
Lie with a male? The thought had never occurred to him before. Women were pleasing to him. They were beautiful to look upon, each different in their own way. He loved the way they felt when he made love to them and the taste of their blood filled with lust as it flowed down his throat. Could it be like that with a man? Not knowing what to say to Byron’s comment and realizing he was taking too long to say something, he shook his head.
“No! Thanks, but no thanks; I’ll stick to the pussy.”
“Okay, Jared, suit yourself, but I will say this.” He moved close to Jared’s ear to be heard over the music. “When you lay with a man it is totally different than fucking a woman. Nothing will burn your blood and scorch your senses like it,” he added.
Byron’s breath was hot in Jared’s ear. He gulped down another drink loudly to wet his now-dry mouth.
Byron took another of Jared’s drinks and nodded at the stage. “Your girl is done, my friend, and you look hungry.” He stood and slid his hand across Jared’s shoulders before leaving. “I will leave you to your business. If the night is still with us, come find me when you are done.”
