The Underworld

A breath of fresh air swept into the bar, and when Jerry looked up he couldn't help but feel a little better about tonight. He was about to tell no cover for ladies, but then VIP's came swooping down to talk and chat and take her away.

"Of course," Jerry gave her a farewell wink, slinking back to his post. One of the owners friends, very rich, very powerful, and very very unavailable. As far as he knew, he wasn't even supposed to talk with them. The club, while being fun and free, always seemed limiting to him. almost as if there were two kinds of people who came in here every night. The regulars and the...

He didn't know, the Super special or something. Well, in either case, he did hope he could at least see her once more before she left. That would be nice.

A lot better than checking for fake I.D.'s
 
Mikki

A drink in one hand, Mikki smoothly navigated her way through the club. It was dark, hot and filled with patrons either gawking at the beautiful women or trying their luck with them. She smiled slightly as her eyes found the doorman once again. He looked slightly bored, his face detached as people milled around him eagerly awaiting entrance. She wanted his company and felt a flare of irritation at the squealing humans around him. She ran her tongue over a fang thoughtfully. 'Does he even know who and what come through here?' She slid closer to him, eyeing him with interest as he worked.
 
"You're not doing a very good job you know."

Jerry had come up to her, another one of her drinks in his hand. He had asked the bartender what she ordered. He offered it to her, smiling as he sat down. For a moment he didn't say anything, just stared at those sparkling eyes, dumbstruck.

"I could tell you were looking at me. I get paid to notice things, people, you know? It's my job... and I noticed."

He sipped on a bottle of water, cool and refreshing. No booze while on duty, which was sad, but he understood.

"My name's Jerry. I noticed you too, coming in. You had a... I don't know, a real presence around you. It's hard to explain. You just look, different, beautiful."
 
Mikki

Mikki smiled toothily at the offered drink and watched Jerry sit down. She remained motionless, her eyes tracking him.
"Name's Mikki. I have to admit, you captured my attention as well." She quickly finished off her own drink, and moved on to the other happily. She raised the glass to her mouth, then leaned in towards him, and whispered conspiratorarily. "You know how things work in here, right? Bouncin' here for awhile?" Her mouth hovered over the dark rim, her lips quirking.
 
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He starts the first movie, "The Wedding Date" with Deborah Messing as they wait for the pizza to get there. "Yeah I thought Buffy was an interesting parallel. We'll see if they show us anything new about fucking a vampire." He nibbles her neck softly. Not even through the credits the doorbell rings.

"You wanna get that, or should I?"
 
Orion chuckles as he watches the pizza boy's jaw drop to the floor, he himself couldn't be much older than eighteen. Heidi's flirtations were obviously working, he looked like he was about to give in. But just in case Orion made sure he had some money available, but the pizza boy didn't need to know that.
 
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Pizza Boy

"Uh... ma'am.... I really nee..." But those tits were so nice, that voice so sultry. "I, let me check something." That touch was electrifying. "Oh it says here, free." He quickly stuffed the receipt in his pocket.
 
Orion

"It says here free."

Orion just smiled, how she does that, well he knows how she does that. That poor boy is gonna have to pay the twenty bucks out of his pocket.
 
"You know my love, that poor boy is going to go home, and jack off until he's gone blind. Or perhaps he'll swing by The Underworld, and get seduced by one of the women."

Orion couldn't help but admire those tits, she was something every man desired, and oh so great in bed as well.
 
Not usually needing normal sustenance, Orion has developed a taste for pizza over the years and grabs a slice, watching TV.

"That is true little one, that is true."
 
Laughing at the appropriate parts of the movie. These movies were all the same, boy meets girl, boy loses girl, boy gets girl back. But they were funny, nothing to think about. The romances were as fragile as a human romance could be, similar to the one he has with Heidi. While Orion was immortal Heidi was not, someday he will approach her about becoming of the eternal class.

In the meantime, he will enjoy everyday with her.
 
They say a Vampire can't feel emotion, they are soulless. But if that's the case why did his heart just stop. It could've ended there, that's too much. Orion grabs the remote and pauses the movie. Luckily with Pay-Per-View anymore you can do that.

"Heidi... I have something I want to ask you. It is life changing, and it is permanent."
 
"I know the in's and out's of the club about as good as anyone, except the owners, I'd say. Bouncing's nothing short of easy in here. Most guys don't bother with the girls, and most nights I just get bored out of my mind waiting for my shift to end. Which is sad in a place like this, but after the thousandth time you've seen a pair of tits they lose some zeal, especially if you can never touch them, lick them, or anything."

Kerry sighed at that, drinking from his water, "I've never seen you here before. I suppose you're a friend of the owners. They tend to keep strange company. Not that you're strange it's just... not common to see a woman in here, enjoying the show."
 
Mikki

Mikki smiled wider, her teeth gleaming in the dark atmosphere.
"I'm probably stranger than you think." She glanced over at the gyrating women around them. "I can appreciate a woman's body. Soft curves, soft skin." Her eyes flicked back to Jerry. "But a strong male is infinately more appealing," she added coyly.
Mikki nursed her drink, all too aware of the various vampires prowling inside the club.
"Who owns this place, by the way?"
 
Jerry smiled at that, understanding her point of view. Sometimes all he wanted was a soft warm body, and sometimes all she wanted was a hard hot one. It made perfect sense, and he admired here for her honesty.

"There are two owners. Adriane who is the head manager. Does all the paperwork stuff, makes sure things run smoothly, drinks, girls, whatnot. Then there's Lucidida, she's the head dancer... oh, there she is onstage now."

Jerry notioned over to the beauty onstage now, who had captured most of the clubs attention at the moment. She was doing her A stuff, which always brought the house down. If Jerry hadn't seen it a thousand times before, he would have been mesmerized as well... though he still admired her beauty and grace. His cock responded staring at her.

Jerry turned back to Mikki, fidgeting in his seat, "The rest of us are just employees. So, tell me about you, what brings you here tonight alone?"
 
Room for another human male?

In any other setting a guy like him would be conspicuous, but the doorman here at Underworld must see a 20 or 50 oddballs come wandering through the door looking at their shoes on any given night. This guy just seemed like one more.

Kristoph made his way past the doorman, passing him a $20 and his ID, making eye contact only long enough to allow the doorman to verify his identity. The 30-ish Eastern European man although he could use a shave was not bad to look at, 6ft, lanky build, blue eyes, dark pony tail down his back, but not the type to radiate his presence either. In fact his presence this evening almost seemed muted. The doorman figured he must have come on a motorcycle, wearing jeans, boots and leather jacket this time of the year wouldnt make much sense otherwise. As he flowed with the crowd through the doors and towards the bar he kept his head down, feeling the people around him but never looking at anyone or anything in particular. His manner if it were noticed at all might seem as though he were blind and using some other sense to navigate the crowd.

He found a table with a decent view, not entirely out of the way and sat back to enjoy the show and wait for someone to take his drink order. Kristoph withdrew a cigarette case and a lighter from his jacket which lay on the chair next to him. After getting a cigarette from the case he paused and began rolling it idly between his fingers as he looked around wondering if if this is a non-smoking estalishment. As he scanned everyone in the club looking for other smokers, his attention was always drawn back to the show at center stage, and almost as quickly avertted from the sinewy figure stealing everyones' eyes.
 
Mikki

Mikki leaned back in her seat and sighed.
"I'm not sure why I'm here. I'm new in town, I tend to get these periods of wanderlust and end up in odd places. I travel alone, though. There's few who can handle my lifestyle..and uh, needs," she added, laughing darkly. She gestured to the atmosphere. "This just caught my attention. Night life, you know." She ran a hand through her hair, distractedly, suddenly feeling restless. Her eyes drifted around her surroundings and she could smell the lust building in the club. The lead stripper was obviously very good at what she did. 'They must make a killing in here', she thought. Returning her fixed attention onto the attractive bouncer, Mikki scooted closer to him. "Do they need any help in here, that you know of? Waitress or something? I can sing, if they need an act. I just...need some easy cash. You know how it is." she smiled. "Can't really get a job if you hop from city to city." Her eyes narrowed at the stripper on stage, the body tight and strong. "I'm pretty sure I'd fit in here. Could you maybe put in a good word for me?," she asked him, her eyes hooded. "We could have some fun, maybe."
 
"We don't do acts, usually. Well, there's Tina, she has this thing she does Wednesday with a ping pong ball, but usually it's just strippers and booze. To tell you the truth, if you need easy cash, I would say become a stripper here. We could definitely use you, and with your body..."

Jerry eyed her up and down as he said this, those long luscious legs, perfect thighs, gorgeous breasts and that perfect pouty mouth. To tell the truth, he'd been eyeing her this way all night, this was the only time he'd been obvious about it.

"... you could really make money. Waitresses here get some, yeah, but as a stripper, you're talking 5 ten thousand dollars on a good night. Here, let me show you."

Jerry took her arm in his own. They had already seen the mainstage, where the goddess continued wooing her captive audience. He showed her two other stages, the poles, a small ring where various jello and mud wrestling matches happened at time... and that was used for Tina's wednesday night Ping Pong game. It tended to get messy.

Then he took her back to the private booths. Lap dances, champaigne rooms, they found themselves in an empty one. Jerry sat down, relaxing on the luscious curved couth that went around a pole in the center.

"This is ideal for a girl with a... different lifestyle. Make your own hours, work as much or little as you want, and if you ever feel in the mood, there's always an availabe guy who would be yours in a heartbeat if you asked him."

Jerry gave her a wink, motioning to the pole, "Show me what you got..."
 
"I want to talk to you about turning you. It is both a curse and a blessing, eternal life. I want to spend eternity with you Heidi, not just the rest of your life. You will continue to get older, where I will not. Not physically anyway."

A compassionate glow emanated from his eyes.
 
"It's been so long since I was turned I don't remember if it hurt. I know it involved quite a bit of blood loss on my part, I barely had enough to maintain my organs. Then drinking of Lucidia. This movie really brought it up, mortals are so frail, and then you choked on cheese. That most devilish of delights."
 
"I've never turned anyone, if that's what you mean. But yes I do know what I'm doing. If there is some trepidation it can wait, so you can think about it. Because it is a forever commitment."
 
He hit the pause button again, and said. "Let us finish our movies, and we will begin the ritual. I must tell you, you will 'die' but that is the only way to be born into the undead. It is a short death, no more than five minutes."
 
He could sense her fear, and underlying excitement. She wanted to spend eternity with him, and he with her. Reaching back into the furthest recesses of his brain he thinks about the ritual, as he remembers it. She'll enjoy the first part, the sex. The draining will be tough on her, the death not so much, the revival and the drinking of me will fill her with a power she has never known before. And a life that can not be destroyed, per se.
 
As the movie ends he leads her to a room she was not allowed into previously. In the center of the room stands a waist high table made of pure marble. Around it a ring of candles, Orion picks Heidi up and sets her on the table. He lights the candles reciting an ancient incantation thousands of years old.

Once the candles are lit he returns to Heidi. "My love, tonight I make you mine, your pain I will feel, your pleasure I will feel, my pain you will feel, my pleasure you will feel. This begins a trip to eternal life, a blessing and a curse. Death will never come for you, forevermore you will be blasphemous unto the Lord, nevermore in his sight. Do you accept this blessing, and this curse?"
 
"I accept this blessing and this curse. I give you my pain, I give you my pleasure, I give you my life. I take your pleasure, your pain, and the gift of life you bring me,"

With that out of the way he lays her down on the table, and with an almost animal cruelty he rips her clothes from her body. Her nipples erect due to the cold in this room. He places her arms at her sides and places them in restraints, unneccesary, but he thought it was a good touch. Orion then removes his clothes. "First we begin with the ritual of mating, this will be unlike anything you've ever experienced before in your life."


Her legs dangle from the table her pussy open at just the right height, he stands between her legs, his cock growing hard immediately as if it can sense the nearness of her cunt.
 
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