Lisa The Vampire Slut (sample)

Summary: Lisa wakes in a dirty, dank, abandoned warehouse completely naked, next to a naked man, and surrounded by clothes, some of which must have belonged to another woman.

She can’t remember anything from the night before, but there’s a familiar taste in her mouth.

She steps out into the dim sunlight, her skin aching, her eyes burning. She thinks it’s just a hangover until she sees her reflection, until she drags a man into a deserted alley!

Has she really become one of the undead? Will she have to survive by drinking- Wait? What is it she has to swallow now that she’s a vampire? Really?

It’s a wild ride, becoming one of the children of the dark and Lisa is finding out just how wild it is.

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Lisa couldn’t quite make out what the thick, salty taste in her mouth was when she first woke up, but eventually, it dawned on her.

“It’s cum. When did I get cum in my mouth?” she muttered. “More importantly, why am I in some dirty old warehouse?”

She brushed a few stray strands of her black hair out of her eyes, stretched, and tried to recall the night before.

When she eventually looked to her right, she started screaming, the echoes bouncing back off the distant walls and almost sounding like a chorus, a chorus far off key and terrified, but a chorus nonetheless.

“Who the fuck are you?”

It was loud enough to wake anyone, but somehow the naked man sleeping next to her didn’t so much as flutter his eyelids.

“Hey. Hey. Hey! Wake up. What the fuck is going on?”

She shook him, smacked him, pinched his cheek, and even punched him in the arm, but all she got was aching knuckles and a faint murmur out of him.

“Fine! Just sleep here in this fucking warehouse. But I’m taking your license… If I can find your clothes…”

She searched the warehouse floor and found a striped shirt, which she put on, and eventually a pair of pants with the naked man’s wallet.

“Well, Mr. Sanders, I’ll take this and - Oooo! - your number and we’ll talk about how we ended up naked on a warehouse floor later,” she said, pulling his cell phone out of another pants pocket and entering his number into her phone.

She looked back at him, trying to focus on his face, but her eyes drifted to his well-groomed cock. The dryness in her mouth cleared for a moment, to be replaced by a salivating hunger.

“Fuck! What’s wrong with you? You gotta get this horny bitch thing under control,” she muttered while forcing herself to look away from Sanders and search for enough clothes to get home without getting arrested.

With his striped shirt, her somewhat torn skirt, a bra that she had never seen before, and the relief of finding the flats she’d worn the night before, she was on her way home. Just inside the only unlocked door to the warehouse, she even managed to find her purse.

“Was I in a threesome or something? Who the hell wears a black and red bra?” she muttered to herself. “Hope I had fun with her.”

Once she was sure she was covered enough to get home without getting arrested, she pushed open a door she thought led into an alley and stepped out into the grey light.

“Must still be pretty early. Guess I’m lucky there,” she thought. “If it were the middle of the day and I was walking home looking like this, I’d probably run into people I know. Ugh! I don’t even want to think about it.”

Her eyes ached and she had to squint as she made her way up the alley to the main street. Her skin stung everywhere the sunlight touched it. Her mouth felt dry and yet wet with hunger at the same time.

“I must have dropped some E last night. Man, I have got to get my life together. Getting too old for party-”

Her reflection in a display mirror caught her attention. It made no sense.

“Fuck. I must still be high. I look like I did when I was, like, eighteen or nineteen. Hello, Me-Twenty-Years-Ago, I won’t be seeing you when I’m sober,” she said to the reflection.

“You like the mirror, don’t you,” a man’s voice from behind her said.

“Oh. Sorry. I was just-”

“Don’t worry about it. If I was a hot, young thing like you, I’d be staring in every mirror I could find too,” he said.

She laughed. Not because it was a good line, but because it was funny how often men thought they were being clever with their lines.

When she looked away from the mirror, she saw a tall, stocky man standing behind her. His overalls were stained with grease and paint, his head bald, and his face just starting to wrinkle around his green eyes.

“Young thing? You and I are pretty much the same age,” she said.

“Whatever you say, sweet-cheeks, but I’m pretty sure I got a few years on ya.”

Something was strange. Lisa felt a warmth finally blossom out across her body. Every word he spoke seemed to vibrate in her bones, the scent of him, carried over the breeze, made her breath grow short. Her mouth, which had been dry and wanting, became wet and sweet. She looked him up and down, losing track of his words even while riding out the sensations his voice played out over her skin.

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