Vampire's Key

VAMPIRE’S KEY

An Excerpt from Chapter Thirteen

The sight of the naked doorman stalled Lilly’s thoughts. Her eyes widened as they ran over his fit body. Taller than David and equally as wide, the doorman’s body glistened under the heat of the club. His relaxed biceps, vigorous with latent strength, framed the firm cushion of his pecs. A line ran down the centre of his collarbone, capping the solid muscle of his stomach.

“My god,” Lilly gasped, squeezing Sophie’s hand. His large penis hung limply beneath a dark patch of well-manicured hair. “He’s naked.”

The man grinned and Lilly looked away. “He’s naked,” she whispered into Sophie’s ear. “They all are—” Her voice trailed off as she scanned the club.

The women — vampires she reckoned — were dressed in different outfits: some in long gowns, others in jeans and t-shirts, while others wore transparent jumpsuits that exposed more flesh than they covered, or stylishly low cut, mini dresses of lace, leather or latex. But the men... the men were all naked, as far as she could tell.

The naked doorman behind her took a sip of his drink, replacing his glass on the table beside him. To Lilly’s left, a couple sat quietly chatting. An assortment of finished glasses and empty bottles furnished their table. Occasionally, the lady would reach down between the man’s legs. She giggled, watching his reaction as her hand remained there. The lady looked up at Lilly, who shied away before glancing back to see the lady toying with a key that hung from her neck.

“Let’s get a drink,” Sophie said, pulling Lilly through the club.

“My god, I can’t,” Lilly protested, feeling the urge to leave.

“What’s wrong?” Sophie asked. She turned to face Lilly, taking Lilly’s other hand in hers. “It’s a good place,” she soothed. “The men are respectful.”

“But they’re all naked,” Lilly whispered, not knowing where to look.

Behind Sophie, a couple stood at a table sipping drinks and chatting. The man was slim, but athletic. He turned a little towards Lilly, offering her a full view of his groin. “There’s something on his willy,” she said, staring at a clear plastic sheath that covered his shaft. The head of his cock pressed against the helmet shaped tip of the cage. Lilly giggled. “It’s got a padlock.”

“I know. Isn’t it great?” Sophie enthused, glancing behind her. She grinned and turned back to Lilly.

“Is this a sex club?” Lilly asked, aware that the man was still watching her.

“God no!” Sophie exclaimed. “Isn’t it hot, though?”

“What’s he wearing?” Lilly asked.

“It’s called a chastity device,” Sophie advised. “A cock cage.”

“What? Why? Where the hell has Amy brought me?”

“It’s okay,” Sophie comforted, releasing one of Lilly’s hands and pulling her past the chaste man.

“Good evening,” he said. “Evening,”

Lilly replied, glancing at him as she hurried past the couple. She hadn’t noticed the line of dark booths that curtained the back wall, melding into the background. As Sophie pulled her along, Lilly stared into the black recesses. Figures lurked in the shadows, where the rich, warm smell of blood evoked in Lilly a desire to partake in the sacred communion. She peered into the next booth; a naked man knelt before a beautiful white-haired vampire. The woman whispered an instruction and the man nodded, lifted her white layered dress and disappeared beneath the long material. The vampire’s hands dropped to her lap, holding his head in place between her legs. She caught Lilly’s eye, blew her a kiss and grinned. Lilly bit her bottom lip, glancing back to see the woman writhing against the man’s hidden touch.

She turned away just in time to avoid bumping into a naked waiter, his bow tie the only item of clothing to adorn his strong body. She cupped a hand over her mouth at the sight of his sheathed penis. A padlock, locked in place atop the metal device, clicked rapidly, announcing his imminent arrival to a group of thirsty clubbers in one of the hidden recesses.

“Oh my God,” Lilly gasped. “This place—” She paused, gasping at the wave of ecstatic energy that washed over her, leaving her body aching for fulfilment. She looked around again. Physically, the men were perfect in so many ways: strong, broad shoulders, pert backsides and muscular thighs that framed genitals locked away behind strange contraptions. Yet they all seemed so content, so happy with their condition.

“I did say it was a bit different, though, didn’t I?” Sophie declared. “Anyway, they are handsome, aren’t they?”

“But why no clothes? And why those things on their willies?” Lilly asked.

“There’s different levels to the club. You’re in the VIP section,” Sophie replied, as they passed a group of lads seated at a table. No one was with them, and despite being naked, their cocks hung loosely. Lilly wanted to join them. They were all fit. Two of them were blonde, the other had auburn hair. Their eyes lit up at Lilly’s interest. Sophie shook her head. “Sorry boys, not today,” she said, kissing Lilly on the lips and grinning.

Lilly tensed at Sophie’s intimate touch.

“Just go with it,” Sophie whispered. “They’ll soon get hard.”

“But I’m not into girls,” Lilly said, shaking her head.

“Let’s get that drink,” Sophie replied. “Then we’ll find Katie. She can answer all your questions.” Tucking her arm into Lilly’s, Sophie led her up to the bar at the far end of the club. The music grew louder, subdued only by thick walls.

Lilly stared into the booths, spying two vampires feeding upon one another. Wrists to mouths, their free hands wrapped around one another’s waists. “Oh my God,” Lilly gasped, watching a circle of energy run between the two women.

In the next cubicle, a solitary woman sat alone. She necked her drink and stared with narrow eyes back at Lilly.

A man in the following booth reclined with a confused look on his face. His eyes darted from left to right as an amorphous black cloud expanded and rolled over him until the form of a tall, black vampire, manifested on his lap. Her powerful legs apart, she straddled the man, while her long incisors cut repeatedly into his neck, creating multiple pairs of puncture wounds. Her tongue flicked over the seeping blood, savouring the delicacy like a connoisseur enjoying a fine wine. Lilly felt her desire for blood increase again and she pulled away from Sophie.

“Lilly,” Sophie called, trying hard to hold on. “Lilly!”

“I want—” Lilly breathed, lost to the blood. She turned on Sophie, flashing her long teeth and shoving Sophie against the bar.

“Good evening ladies,” an Australian barman said, appearing in front of them. Frown lines creased the smooth forehead of his round face. He pointed and said, “Sophie, that’s right isn’t it?”

Lilly felt her desire subdue at the presence of the barman. He was another attractive guy, naked too, though she couldn’t see below his waist.

Feeling Lilly’s grip relax, Sophie turned and grinned at the handsome man, relieved that Lilly’s sudden ferocity had abated. “You remember!” she said.

“I do my best.”

“Lilly, this is Travis,” Sophie gushed, clearly enamoured with the handsome Australian.

Lilly stared at the barman. Her eyes drilled through his physical form to the subtle body beyond. Energetic veins throbbed as his vitality swept up through his body, animating and converging in different centres.

Sophie’s words became dull and lifeless. “What do you want to drink?”

“White wine,” Lilly heard herself reply as she followed a current of energy rise up Travis’ firm chest, move inwards to his neck and up into his skull.

“I’ll have a Bacardi and coke please,” Sophie said.

“Coming right up,” Travis replied, breaking the spell by heading off to grab some glasses.

Sophie nudged Lilly and leaned forward to get a better look at the hot barman. “Oh God!” she whispered, eyeing his firm ass that crowned strong, athletic thighs.

Travis turned and caught them both watching. “Like what you see?” he grinned, wiggling his groin. The padlock atop his cock cage clattered as if asking to be unlocked.

Sophie put her hand to her mouth and looked back at Lilly again, her eyes conveying her enjoyment and amusement at Travis’ predicament.

“Why are you wearing that?” Lilly asked, as he placed their drinks on the bar.

“I think you saw why,” Travis acknowledged. “It’s all about the energy.”

“Well, not quite aal — is it Travis?” a tall, blonde vampire said, appearing beside Lilly. A milky-white glaze coated her eyes, obliterating pupil and iris. She brushed her hair across her forehead with a solitary finger, its overextended nail varnished in azure blue. “Yor new ‘ere,” the vampire observed, moving to the bar to Lilly’s right.

“I am,” Lilly replied with interest. “You’re accent — Newcastle?”

The vampire shrugged. “Aye.”

Lilly smiled.

“Nee need to be so smug,” the vampire snapped. She looked at Sophie. “She’s yu pet?”

“Pet?” Lilly repeated.

“Never mind,” the vampire replied. “Yu best duds?” she asked, raising her neatly plucked eyebrows at Lilly’s black dress.

“Duds?” Lilly queried.

The blonde sighed and shook her head. “Outfit.”

Lilly shot her a mock smile. “Yours?” she countered. The vampire wore a bright red, pleated mini skirt, with over-the-knee black socks that displayed just enough thigh to tantalise the frustrated boys. A slender, tight fitting top covered her arms while exposing her neckline, where a tiny key hung from a silver necklace.

The vampire leaned closer and whispered into Lilly’s ear. “Who are yu?”

Lilly studied her for a moment. Her unblemished face was warm and pink. Her bob haircut was immaculate but for a strand of hair that strayed from the others. “Lilly,” she replied, sipping her wine.

“Evening,” Travis said, as a new group arrived at the bar. His cock cage swung hypnotically between his legs as he walked. Lilly wondered if it hurt.

“Lilly,” the vampire repeated. “What kinda name’s that?”

“She’s with me, Chloe,” Sophie said, leaning back from the bar to look at the vampire.

“With yu?” Chloe asked. Her blank gaze locked on Sophie. “Yu pet’s are gettin’ more impudent each year. I didn’t ask what pet she was with, I asked who she is.”

“Yes, I know. I was just being polite.”

Chloe looked back at Lilly, who stared at Travis’ back and rear.

“’e does have a lush arse doesn’t he,” Chloe observed. “’e’s mine, yu know.” She flicked a silver key that hung from her necklace.

“Yours?” Lilly queried.

“’e asked me to be his keyholder.” She smiled, squeezed her eyes tightly shut, then reopened them. Deep blue eyes replaced the dead, lifeless glaze, adding a normality to her strange otherworldliness. “So, why are yu ‘ere, newborn?” she asked, still toying with the key. “No wait… Katie, yu looking for Katie.”

Lilly frowned. “How did you know?”

Chloe shrugged.

“Do you know where she is?” Lilly asked, turning around to lean against the bar.

“Katie?” Chloe said. “A wuddent bother, like.”

“Do you know where she is?” Lilly repeated.

Chloe stared at her with interest. “Why do yu want a?”

“I came here with Amy, but she disappeared,” Lilly answered. “I think she had to see someone.”

“Aye, that’ll be Sarah, I reckon,” Chloe replied.

“Sarah?” Lilly repeated.

“Yu wasting yu time. Katie’s not ‘ere, yu’d best be off.”

“She is,” Sophie said. “She’s in the back bar. I’ve already seen her. She asked me to get Lilly.”

Chloe’s face stiffened. “Shame. That Russian bitch gets all awa.”

“No matter, there’s Aadhira,” Sophie said, spotting the arrival of the beautiful Kashmiri vampire.

Lilly followed Sophie’s gaze, watching the slender, Asian beauty sweep through the club. Aadhira paused to talk to the vampire in the dark booth where the man was still lost beneath her skirt. The heat of the vampire’s aura, soared higher and higher under the machinations of her unseen love. Seemingly untroubled, Aadhira swept through to the dance floor in the rear of the club.

“It don’t look like she’ll be of any help to yu, does it?” Chloe observed.

“It’s okay,” Sophie said, pulling Lilly away. Before they’d taken a few steps, Chloe reappeared in front of them.

“It’s really not okay, pet,” she advised. “This isn’t a place for humans, male or female, unless they’re servin’ wuh. Have yu noticed the men ‘ere?” She looked around. “They are ‘ere to serve wuh. For wor pleasure, like. Not for yee, not humans, not human lasses, but wuh; vampires. Yee, pet, should be buff, like the lads.”

“She’s with me and I’m a vampire,” Lilly replied. Her hand tightened in Sophie’s, causing Sophie to wince and grit her teeth.

“Being a newborn doesn’t make yu one of us, darlin’,” Chloe snapped. “The Stakes will kill yu as easily as a snake catches a mouse, mind. And yu dreams of immortality will be snuffed out as quick as that. In fact, I predict yu won’t last.” She stroked Lilly’s pale cheek. “Unless I take yu, train yu, larn yu. That way yu may survive a little longer. Or,” she smiled to herself, “have yu as a pet. I need a new pet. I could have yu both.” She reached out and cupped Lilly’s jaw. “Would yu be a good lass, or do yu need a lot of training, like?” She glanced down at Lilly’s backside. “Does that ass need a lot of spanking?”

“No thanks,” Lilly said. “One narcissist is enough for a lifetime.”

“Haddaway, yu think I’m a narcissist?”

“Aren’t you?”

“Yee would be staked so easily, yu arrogant little bitch,” Chloe hissed.

“My ex is a Stake,” Lilly said, instantly regretting her words.

The milky white glaze returned to Chloe’s eyes, stealing her humanity as her stature increased, rising to tower above them. Venom laced her embittered question. “Amy let the partner of a Stake naa the location of The Countess?”

“Now that she has been bitten she is entitled to know where it is,” Sophie stated, somewhat nervously. “Anyway, I brought Lilly here the first time—” her words trailed off as Chloe’s grim expression turned thunderous.

“Yu stupid hinny. Yu brought the partner of a Stake to The Countess? A Stake?” She grabbed Sophie’s throat, snapping the young woman towards her, into her body. Her fangs grated against Sophie’s neck.

“Please,” Sophie gasped. “Don’t.” She gasped, desperately tugging on Chloe’s wrist.

“But yu want it, don’t you human? I sense yu desperation. And yet, the newborn here is the partner of a Stake and she was turned before yu. I wonder, why is she so special and yor left out in the cold? Yu put on a brave face, but secretly yu wanna naa: why can’t I be turned? ‘n’ that’s the problem, isn’t it, Sophie? Yu can’t. Yu can’t be turned. And yu know exactly why.” Chloe slipped behind Sophie. Her hand slithered down the young punk’s body, twisting over her hips and clasping her rear. “Yee’ll never have a Clan Mother, and yu naa it. Perhaps yu can be my pet.”

“I already am a—” Sophie started to say.

“Yu already are, like?” Chloe whispered into Sophie’s ear. “Who then?” Chloe looked around, holding Sophie tight against her. “Mmm,” she breathed and closed her eyes. She took a long deep breath, raised her eyebrows and opened her eyes again. “Amy.”

“I—” Sophie began.

“Let her go,” Lilly demanded, stepping closer.

“Why?” Chloe asked, her dead gaze falling on Lilly. “I’m clamming ‘n’ she’s bait. Mind, if she’s Amy’s pet, then why’s she not with her Mistress?”

“I said let her go,” she said weakly. The sounds of the club faded. Lilly tensed, eying Chloe nervously. “She’s mine.”

Chloe took a deep breath and shook her head. “Yu’ll have to do betta than that newborn. I can see much further than yu naa.”

“Well, she might be,” Lilly sulked, feeling the inadequacy of her words.

Chloe shoved Sophie away like discarded rubbish. Sophie stumbled forwards. Grimacing, she shook her body as though freeing herself from an unclean spirit.

“Go find the Russian bitch then,” Chloe scoffed, deliberately bumping into Lilly as she walked past. “But a Stake’s bitch makes yu nothin’ more than prey to me. Yee ‘n’ yu human slut.”

“I’m no...” Sophie’s words trailed off. Chloe had gone and she was left pouting like a child too slow to respond with a sarcastic remark. “...slut. Let’s find Katie.”