"The Virgin and the Vampire"

[Tony2015]

So innocent ... so naïve ... so sweet.

Vincent couldn't count the number of times he used those words in his thoughts as he and Chloe talked. It was almost unfair to put this girl in this situation ... to force her to make a decision that would change her life in a dramatic way that even selecting a college or surrendering her virginity or saying I do couldn't even get near. But, it was something Vincent had to do, and something he would do, if not with this pure woman than with another.

"The room is ... tidy and looks comfortable."

Vincent smiled. The room was ... impersonal, at best. He'd have to do something about that.

She went on about the trip and her lack of clothes. He sipped from his drink, asking Chloe again if she didn't want something more than water before telling her, "I will have Paula ... she's a friend ... I will have her take you shopping. Anything you need."

"I think I offended your ... gentleman's man guy friend?"

Vincent laughed aloud, falling back into his chair a bit. He corrected, "Gentleman's gentleman. Think of Gregory as ... one part butler, one part personal assistant, one part household manager." He could see in Chloe's expression that she'd likely thought something much different, but it didn't occur to him that she might have thought Gregory was his lover. "He's ... gruff ... but that's only because he's very loyal to me ... and he knows what I like."

Vincent had been informed of the incident with the scanty swimming suit, and while he understood that Gregory had been trying to preserve the decency of the home, Vincent would have liked to have seen Chloe in the skimpy outfit. No loss. He'd see her in far less soon enough ... assuming things went as he wished.

To his question about controlling the future of her body, Chloe's answer was just about what he'd expected. No. Honestly, she was a bit more bold in her answer than Vincent had expected, finishing, "I do not like guessing games, Mr. Richardson."

"Nor do I ... Miss Evans," he said, his lips spreading in a playful smirk. As he stood he told her, "You will call me Vincent ... and I will call you Chloe." He offered a hand to her, adding, "Come. I want to show you some things ... and, in the process, I will answer your questions ... leaving nothing at which for you to make a guess."



Upstairs, Vincent walked slowly around the dark paneled room, looking at its furnishings, paintings, sculptures ... and bed ... as if it was the first time he'd been in it. It was a bedroom, but at the same time it wasn't. It was decorated with items special to him, like a king's treasure room, things he'd collected over centuries and both protected with his life and, when necessary, took other lives to ensure they remained in his possession. And while there was a bed, as Chloe could clearly see, Vincent didn't sleep here. He fed here.

"No person," he began in a soft voice, "comes in this room except me--" He turned to look at Chloe, waiting until the silence drew her gaze to him. He continued, "--and you, if you choose to stay. Here ... you will serve me in a way no other woman on the planet serves a man."

Vincent wasn't entirely certain of that last statement. He was certain enough that he was the last of his kind to speak the words, but ... there was always a chance. He began moving slowly toward the young woman. "You mentioned that movie in our first meeting ... Fifty Shades. You could think of the offer I am making you as similar in legality. You will sign a confidentiality agreement. You will not speak of your relationship with me to any other person. Not your family. Not your friends. Not Gregory ... Jillian ... Thomas."

He could have mentioned Mya, but as Chloe was yet to meet the woman whose position she was filling, Vincent wasn't inclined to explain who Mya was. He continued, "In contrast to that ... interesting yet somewhat disappointing piece of fiction--"

Vincent was referring to the movie which he'd been forced to sit through with Mya sometime back, but he'd never read the book, which she'd told him was far better. He vowed he'd read it, but as of yet hadn't. Again he continued, "I will not hurt you. I get no pleasure from causing pain. I am not a sadist."

Still walking toward her, he stopped just barely out of reach of her. He conspicuously looked her up and down, remembering how ... delicious she had looked in the bikini earlier. Looking her in the eye again, he told her in a serious tone, "I will, however ... have need for your body ... in a way you couldn't even imagine. You will take off your clothes for me. I will touch you ... hold you ... but I will not perform any sort of sexual act with, to, or for you. And..."

He hesitated for a moment, knowing that the rest of his explanation would probably be the oddest part of his already incredible story. "I will not have sexual relations with you ... and you, Chloe ... you will never have sexual relations with any other person ... ever! Male ... female ... no matter. You will never experience any form of sexual pleasure in the presence of another human being. If you masturbate, you must do so entirely and absolutely alone ... with no other person visually available to you. This includes any form of visual representation ... magazines ... internet ... peeping on others."

For the first time since he'd begun talking, Vincent's lips spread a bit. He asked playfully, "You masturbate ... yes?"

 

[Sweetp4u]

Chloe

Her mouth opened, but no sound came out. She had to replay this conversation in her head again, surely she misunderstood the man? Her hand lift, as if to speak with her hands and yet, again, no words came out.

Moments ticked by, she hummed a bit, nearly chuckled and blushed furiously the entire time. And so she turned on her heel and strode across the room, turned and strolled right on back, pacing.

"If I am to... " She turned her blue eyes on him, "understand you?" She once again paused, trying to put thoughts into cohesive sentences for the man to ask. But really, this was just beyond odd! "Correctly.." She bit her lip, completely floored by this whole conversation.

"Mind if I sit?" She asked but went to the bed and sat down anyway. She had to really, really think this through! With or without his permission, she was fucking sitting down and sure as shit, thinking!

"You are telling me I am of value to you because I am a virgin?" She asked, pausing there to get his affirmation on that fact. "So I will sign a paper stating I keep this room here, and what goes on within it, tight lipped and tell not one single soul of?" She looked at him again, once more an affirmative reaction.

"I can not see sex, but I can hear it?" Is what she got from this whole visual thing. "I can not have sex either , ever.. never ever? but I can mast.. Master.... Yeah.. I can, do .. that.. by myself too as it some how doesn't take away my.. virginity?" She was completely at a loss now, this was borderline freak show stuff! "So I can not see porn, I can not have sex but I can self.. relief.. Oh jesus!" Her hands went up to her very red face and pressed tightly so that only her nose poked through her cupped hands.

"I .. ahh.. yeah... " She shift uncomfortably and eyed him once more. "So.. Why do I have to be naked when there's no sex going on, anywhere.. ever.. at all." Did he even realize she had never really wanted to masturbate? "And you aren't? Is it a modeling thing, sculpture?" Why in the seven levels of hell would he want to see her naked anyway?!

Did she masturbate!? Good God! Why would she even tell him if she did? She couldn't keep eye contact, this was just a bit much for her. He had said nothing sexual, he isn't into pain.. So he also stated. So why nudity at all?

 

[Tony2015]

Vincent watched in silence, wondering whether Chloe was talking more to him or to herself. She was ... darling in her reaction. When she asked if she could listen to sex, Vincent couldn't help but smile a bit more broadly. No woman before her had ever asked that question.

"So.. Why do I have to be naked..." she began her next set of questions.

When she finished, Vincent walked toward Chloe again, as slow as before, until he was standing almost right over her. He looked down to the young woman with a soft expression on his face. "You must be free of clothing ... free of jewelry ... make up ... perfume ... body ink..."

He didn't now and hoped he would never have to explain how he knew Chloe had no tattoos on her body. To do so would creep her out even more than his very strange proposal to her. "You must be ... pure ... physically ... emotionally ... sexually."

He leaned forward and -- hesitating to ensure that she understood he meant her no harm -- took Chloe's hands in his own and stood her up before him. In just flip flops, she was a full head and a half shorter than him in his dress shoes. He held her hands softly, almost lovingly.

"Take the rest of the day, Chloe ... tomorrow, too, if you need," he told her. "Consider my offer. Spend some time ... wander the house ... stand in the surf. Or..."

He released one of her hands, stepped one foot back, and half turned to look toward a writing desk in a distant, dark corner. A bright, hooded lamp shone down upon a single sheet of paper, upon which lay a pen. He looked back to Chloe, finishing, "Or ... you can sign the confidentiality statement now ... give me what I need from you ... and, I promise you ... if you decide this isn't for you ... if you want to leave ... I will not stop you. I will compensate you for your time ... effort ... trust. I will ensure that you feel no regret ... and ... we will go our separate ways."

Vincent released Chloe's second hand and stepped back. "Take the day ... leave now ... or ... let's call it a trial period. Either way, I will accept your decision."

 

[Sweetp4u]

Chloe

She swallowed a little frog in her throat, blue eyes going wide as he towered over her. So near that she could smell the scent of his skin, but his touch was gentle and warm as he held her hand and spoke patiently with her. Eyes went to the far lit desk and the paper resting atop it's shiny surface. Immaculate is how one would describe this room, but it was obvious she would get no more from him until she signed his paper.

So. Go home, and go no where. Or trust in this stranger, who seemed quite kind even if eccentric and his house full of employees. Thomas was prepared to kill to keep her safe, no one had ever fought for her before. That in it's self was humbling to her, and the way he spoke to her with his cryptic words and evasive nature. It was not missed on her part that he did not answer her in why she had to be naked in front of him.

How he knew she were a virgin, was anyone's guess. How he knew she was pure and unmarked by inks, did not really capture her notice. she was too hung up on having to sit naked with him in this strange exotic looking collection room. Was it a trophy room? It was a very odd room, to say the least. Still she turned on her heel before cowardice gave in to panic and she did a really stupid thing, like go home.

So what if he wanted her naked? It wasn't for sex. She had a feeling Vincent was gay, would explain much. She saw no evidence of children and he did not speak as if he was looking for some breeding cow to give him and his gay friend a family. She reached the slim lady-like looking desk and sat down, pulling the typed paper closer, reading.

It was a typical Nondisclosure agreement, but it also had terms in there of stipulations she would receive monetarily in her service to him and his household. Not only taken care of, but it mentioned a fund set aside and paid into for each month's service. So fair exchange for fair work, only she had no inkling what this 'work' entailed.

"You can walk away at any time.." Whispered through her mind, the sincerity in the tone and face.. maybe she was a gullible country bumpkin but she had a feeling that Vincent was not lying to her on all he had said to her thus far. So she took up the fancy heavy pen, tilted the paper and signed her name across the bottom, dated it and initialed a small sub clause that asked her to do so. This was not a contract of terms and of time, but merely a warning that if she spoke of anything discussed with Mr Richardson, at any time to anyone unapproved, she could be liable for law suit, termination effective immediate and loss of all wages and trusts kept in her name.

"There, all signed." She stood up nervously, once more watching the man closely. " I have agreed to silence and privacy. Now will you tell me what it is you want from me?"

 

[Sweetp4u]

Mya

Her gown was shimmering, form fitting but covered her quite nicely without some lewd display of her wares. Red curls were piled high atop her crown and her face was devoid of make-up, except for a light coating of apple lip gloss. She wore black and the emeralds at her throat were quite real and very beautiful. She felt wonderful, she felt alive and buzzing with energy. Already music was pumping into her system, her and her girlfriends would enjoy a nice night out, discuss their upcoming shopping trip for a new gown and the charity event.. after an hour or so of dancing, first.

She stopped outside the doorway, listening to Vincent speak with the new young woman. Smiling with the memory of the day she stood in that very room, hearing the same sales pitch but in different words. It seemed ages ago but only two decades and some odd years ago. Not that long, merely a different time. Of course, who did not recall the wild 80's differently?

She did not wish to interrupt them, she knew how intimidating that room could be, the whole situation would be for poor Chloe. She paused in passing at the door way, turning her loving gaze to Vincent, and then the pale dark haired woman within. Silently she inclined her head in greeting before lifting her gown and starting down the winding steps. She wished to speak with Jillian before she left for the evening, as well as find Thomas and see if he were released from duties to accompany her. She was used to armed men shadowing her after this long, to go without would feel almost as naked as she felt the day she first donated to Vincent's longevity.

 

[Tony2015]

Vincent watched Chloe approach, then sit at the desk. He could tell in the slight movements of her head that she was reading every word, letting nothing slip by her in small print. He knew that at any moment, she could simply stand, turn, and say Fuuuuck this!

Then, she picked up the pen and agreed to Vincent's terms, standing and asking, "Now will you tell me what it is you want from me?"

He smiled, pleased, and crossed slowly to her. He stopped to face her, then reached around to pick up the sheet. He turned away, crossed the room, and reached to a painting on the wall that had been painted before white men had come to Chloe's home country. It swung outward, revealing a wall safe. It was unlocked, and when Vincent swung its heavy steel door opened the contents were revealed: air. He laid the contract inside, closed it, and spun the tumblers.

He turned to face Chloe again, then crossed to her as he had twice already. Taking her hands, he led her -- walking backwards as to look into her eyes -- to near the end of the bed, stationing her there. He said with that same pleased smile he'd shown her so often tonight, "I'll be a moment."

He crossed in silence to only the second door off the odd room. He opened it to reveal a bathroom ... of sorts. It lacked the niceties of the typical American home, let alone the luxuries of a Malibu mansion. There was only a basic toilet, a tiny wall mounted sink, and an ancient clay-brick cistern, under which an actual wood fire -- nearly out now, having not been tended for hours -- was heating the water above it.

Vincent turned an old spigot and steaming water flowed down into an equally old metal bucket. Once full, Vincent turned off the water, lifted the bucket, retrieved a black-as-night, hand towel, and made his way out to set each of the items on the floor before Chloe. He stepped back and said almost in a whisper, "Please remove your clothing, Chloe. I need to cleanse your body."

 

[Sweetp4u]

Chloe

"What is with the lack of tell in this show and tell?" She muttered to herself as he simply just walked off into a small little room she wasn't even aware of being there. She heard water running, into.. Was that a bucket? What was going on?!

"Mr. ... Vincent?" She turned, tip toeing to see about the bed and dresser blocking her view of whatever it was he was doing. She did not have a long wait as he returned, with.. yeah, I kid you not! A damn bucket! Was she going to play Cinderella or something?

His words, when they came, they may as well been Greek! As both wide eyes were looking at him as if he had grown a second head and maybe some horns and fur to go with it. "Un- Undress?" What happened to telling her what it was he wanted from her, he had to show her? NOW?!

"Can't I just go shower?" What did he mean by he had to cleanse her body? Was he serious?!

Her pulse throbbed with this strange slowness, she was positive her heart stopped beating right there on the spot and her face was literally on fire! She had to blink, rapidly, for a good minute. Had to stop the denial in her head, in her mind telling her to get out of there, to laugh at him, to tell him to go right straight to hell. Was also telling her to demand an answer, not to be a coward and keep biting on her poor tongue.

It was do or die time. Apparently.

He had told her what it was he expected of her, he did do that. He did not tell her why though, 'but I guess showing is better than explaining?' She wasn't sure if she should be scared out of her mind and pray, or merely just get on with it and stop over reacting? "Do we have to have the lights on?" trembled in a small voice.

He isn't into pain. He doesn't want to have sex with her. She is perfectly safe. She can go at any time... A mantra within her mind, and heart. Unsteady hands did finally lift and unbutton her jeans. Blood roared in her ears, she felt more light headed than ever before in her life, and she was severely sick! Once. Really bad case of chicken pox, so she knew light headed and feverish. The key here was not to panic and not to freak out.

Sure no one but her mother has seen her naked.. So what.

Her sandals were kicked off and jeans pushed down her slim hips to pile at her toes. Her eyes were off to the side, away from him and his bucket. Even when her shirt went up and over her head, It too was discarded in a pile on the carpeted floor. She stood in the bikini she had purchased earlier, smelling of Tropical oil of a faint coconut, if she was not mistaken.

How naked? Naked, naked or just partially so? Did he really need everything off?

He had said so, she did not want to force the issue nor be sent home any more than she wanted to strip before a complete stranger. God, she felt so humiliated doing this. How could women ever become comfortable enough to sell themselves, to strip with someone else in the same room?! She knew how babies were made, she wasn't a moron, but this was just... She took the top off in one fell swoop, before she lost her nerve. Not that her breasts were very large, she filled a meager a-cup. She ignored the cold air and puckering of nipples. It was natural and she was so scared, for some unknown reason, that she doubt he'd think anything of it.

So she hoped anyways.

Cheeks flaming red, she turned her eyes his way, finally. Noting his blank face, as he betrayed nothing of his thoughts while he waited on her. Not impatient, boredom, not a single hint of mockery there either. Not sure what it was, but it wasn't insulting as she did not get that vibe off of him. And so, her bottom strings were pulled free at the same time she let her hands fall before her small dark thatch of hair, covering her sex as she stood in her discarded pile of clothes.

Now what? But she could not bring herself to speak and ask, for fear that her voice would merely squeak embarrassingly if she tried.

 

[Tony2015]

Thomas was on the front steps, watching a pair of squirrels flirting all about the property, when he heard heels coming across the tile beyond the open front door. His first thought was that Chloe had nixed becoming Vincent's next Mistress and was now running for the exit. Then he recalled the flip flops and knew he was about to be honored by the presence of the equally beautiful if not more so Mya.

When she came into sight, Thomas looked her up and down, then raised a hand to clutch at his chest, feigning a heart attack. "My god, girl! You can't do that to a man of my age and lack of female accompaniment."

He laughed at her reaction, likely in part to the fact that he was only a decade older than her and, truth be told, didn't often go more than a couple of weeks without meeting a new, exciting, and sometime slutty new woman. But Thomas loved to remind Mya that she was one of the most beautiful creatures upon whom he'd ever laid eyes, as well as the most erotic thing he'd ever had the pleasure to escort for a night on the town.

"Where are we heading, Mya?" he asked, his demeanor more relaxed with her than it was with the younger woman who he'd almost lost earlier in the day. She told him about her plans and asked if he was free. As he walked with her out toward the garage, he responded, "Not free, but reasonably priced." He pointed a remote, and a distant garage door began rising. "We should take the stretch. Otherwise, I don't know how I'm gonna get all of that dress inside."

He laughed, pulling out his phone to ensure that Gregory knew he'd be leaving the property for several hours...

 

[Sweetp4u]

Mya

"If we take the limo, who will I speak to as we drive into the club? And do stop flirting, Thomas." She laughed and winked at the handsome driver. "You said that about the red dress.." She slid into the car as he held the door, peering up between the curved very expensive black shiny metal and door, "And the blue and the cocktail." She could list dress after dress and not stop for an hour. Yes Thomas was kind with his praise, but he knew how to make a woman feel adored and earn his pay and tips quite well.

"The West beach will do." She spoke softly, mind turning to the new comer upstairs. She would need to make time in her schedule to help the new donor settle in and become familiar with how things are done. Woman to woman, despite Vincent's many years of existence, he was still just a man. A lovely man, but a man all the same. They had no idea how a woman's mind worked. "Amber and Tessa are meeting me there." She pulled the train of her evening gown inside, perhaps a bit over dressed but she had an affection for beautiful things. Soft satiny beautiful things, the feel against her body was heavenly, and she felt like a real lady and not some tramp in desperate need of attentions by wearing something skanky.

"How was the trip today?" She ask Thomas as he settled his handsome self into the driver's seat. If she were not devoted to Vincent, her eyes would definitely wander to Thomas. Perhaps it was his mannerisms, the sexiness in his confidence or just the military background that shaped him into who he was. Whatever it was, he was very sweet and charming, good looking as well.

 

[Tony2015]

Vincent said nothing as the young woman stripped her outer layer of street clothes, then the lower layer of beach bikini from her body. His gaze shifted to each newly revealed body location: bared legs ... bared belly ... bared breasts ... bared groin ... and finally, when she was standing before him in nothing but her birthday suit ... up to her face where Vincent could see in her embarrassment the evidence of the bared soul that resided within her entire being.

She had avoided looking at Vincent until the entirety of her form was exposed to him. Even before she did, he knew that she was awash in a fiery red blush. He was, after all, a little more skilled in recognizing the workings of the human circulatory system than most non-medical type humans. He met her gaze for a long moment, no hint of emotion in his eyes, his mouth, his body language.

"You are a beautiful woman, Chloe," he finally said in a soft voice. He moved slowly toward her, never taking his eyes off her own until he was standing next to the bucket of steaming water. Victor slowly shed his suit jacket, then his tie, gently tossing each back onto the bed behind her. He unbuttoned his shirt sleeves, rolling them up his forearms, then loosened the shirt button below his Adam's apple. His eyes never left Chloe's own. He gave her a friendly smile finally, meant to put her at ease, before saying simply, "I'm going to cleanse you now."

He didn't wait for a response, instead half turning to pick up one section of Chloe's discarded clothes, then turning the other way to retrieve the rest. He set them upon the bed with his own clothes, returned to the bucket, dipped the hand towel down into the steaming water, and turned back to face her.

"I must start at the top," he said, his words always politely informative. He walked around her side to stand behind her, a bit to the side so that as she tracked him with open eyes, he was never far from her view. The rag was dripping onto the floor, the little splat splats of water collecting on her bared ankles and feet. "Close your eyes, Chloe."

 

[Sweetp4u]

Chloe

Each in-drawn breath was amplified in her own head, every exhale was like releasing a long held gasp of air. And so the workings of her lungs, the in and out of air flow, was almost hypnotic to her. It was the rush of whatever that sent her reeling into a state of, well to be frank about it, shock.

She held stiff and as still as death, well except for the breathing part. His compliment was heard and dismissed as merely words to try and soothe her fragile insecurities. She did not hold him accountable for her own body issues, but it was kind of him to try and put her at ease. Assuming of course, he is gay as she suspected him to be, he would find no appeal in her appearance regardless.

"Close your eyes, Chloe." He stood so very near her side, with warm wet water dripping upon her body. She wanted to ask him why they did this here, why not in the bathroom where clean up would be much easier?

"Does Gregory not mind, being in here with a stranger?" Nervousness made her ask the silly question. Shifting from one foot to the other, her weight was not really an issue, but the hum about her was. She felt trapped, yet she was not. She felt cornered in a wide open center of the room. She chalked it all up to the weird nature of standing here naked, in a man made.. shower? So he would work from the top?

She shut her eyes and mouth, saying nothing more as she felt the warm water begin to slide through hair, across her scalp in numerous places and down her face, nape and throat. She shivered a bit then, it did tickle a bit. "Do you need soap?" another odd question but the silence and nudity was disarming, she needed her thoughts else where... really, badly needed them to be else where!

 

[Tony2015]

"The West beach will do," Mya told Thomas.

"West beach it is," he repeated, starting the stretch and heading them out of the garage.

"Amber and Tessa are meeting me there."

He raised himself a bit taller in his seat and looked to Mya in the rear view, purring, "Tes-saaaa..."

He laughed. Over the past three months, Mya's personality had shifted greatly. Thomas was entirely ignorant to what had caused the change. He, of course, was under the impression that Mya had been one of his bosses two live-in mistresses ever since he came to work her six years ago. How could he know that until just 100 days or so ago the redheaded beauty had never once partaken of the sexual acts Thomas assumed was her payment to Vincent for her incredible life style.

The only thing that Thomas was certain about concerning these past three months plus was that she'd suddenly begun spending time with a whole different class of women. Beautiful women ... sexy woman ... oh my God incredible women. And the one woman in Mya's new crowd that made the driver's stick shift jump into gear was Tes-sa. Thomas had tried to chat her up on a couple of evenings, but ... but he certainly wasn't going to hit on her. Thomas was rigid in his thoughts about fraternization, and even attempting to date one of his boss's mistress's girl friends went again the grain in his mind.

But that didn't mean he couldn't drop hints to Mya. After a moment, the subject got changed with "How was the trip today?"

Thomas hesitated before answering. He hadn't reported the event with the beach boy to Vincent, obviously. He wasn't even sure whether or not he should say something to Mya. What responsibility did she have to inform Vincent about such things? Thomas didn't know. He answered her question simply and dishonestly, "Uneventful!"

He quickly asked Mya several questions about her evening plans, so that he would know about when she would need him, where she might be going afterward, and more. But his mind kept returning to the incident at the beach and his failure to protect Chloe in the method for which he had been hired.

"May I ask you a personal question, Mya?" he suddenly found himself asking as they pulled up to West Beach. He looked to her in the mirror, then instead turned so that he could see her directly. He hesitated a long moment, not entirely certain he wanted to risk making such an inquiry. "Please! Feel free to tell me that this is above my pay grade and not my concern, but ... Miss Harlow--"

Sally Harlow had been Vincent's Mya before Mya was Mya, long before Thomas himself came to work for the house. While Mya had been the more reserved of the two Mistresses, Miss Harlow -- as she'd demanded Thomas call her -- had been the more outgoing, extroverted, party girl of the pair. Then, without explanation at all, Sally Harlow was no more. Thomas had taken her to the airport, presumably for a weekend in Paris, only to return to the house and find himself helping in packing her personal possessions up for storage.

That had been almost 6 months ago. And then, three months and two weeks ago, two major changes had occurred at the same time. First, Vincent had suddenly begun spending a lot of time travelling, most to the Pacific North West. And second, Mya had changed. Her personality had opened up. To put it simply, Mya had become the new Sally!

Thomas finished his question, "Miss Harlow ... she left Mister Richardson's employ ... left the house ... and -- don't be offended if this comes out wrong -- but you have changed a bit ... and ... you seem to be ... expanding ... your social involvements ... your entire personality ... for the better, of course."

He cleared his throat, fearing that he was going to either hurt or anger Mya. He continued with an obviously solemn tone in his voice, "With the arrival of Miss Evans ... will she be replacing you, Mya? Will you be leaving us any time soon."

 

[Tony2015]

Vincent could see Chloe's nervousness -- her shock -- in the rise and fall of her breasts, smallish as they were. He could hear it in every deep, nervous breath of the chest behind them. And he could smell it, in the chemicals raging through her naked body: adrenaline, endorphins, endocrine hormones, and more. These chemicals, not Chloe's blood specifically, were Vincent's aim. They were the treasure for which he sought. The pot at the end of the rainbow that only he and the others of his kind could see ... chase down ... reach.

He was unable to produce these chemicals on his own. It was the sacrifice his body made to enable him to perform what normal people might have viewed as beyond human things: his enhanced senses, particularly his sight and hearing; his charismatic ability to make others do things they normally wouldn't do; his way of making him almost invisible in a crowd, to allow him to witness things others would have preferred he didn't. These super powers that had helped Vincent maintain a worldwide network of influential and powerful people, as well as amass a multi-million dollar fortune again and again over his centuries of existence, had not come without a price.

Chloe's trembling form was producing another chemical, too: pheromones. Her delicious form was petite and lacked the more dramatic curves of her predecessor, but Chloe was still undoubtedly all woman as the pheromones exploding from her pores and filling Vincent's nostrils reminded him. He'd always found it ironic that while any other man on the planet would have loved such a situation -- a naked woman standing before him, awaiting a personalized cleansing of her flesh, totally at his demand -- it was this part of the feeding that was the most difficult ... and the most excruciating.

Vincent was what he was, though he never used the word aloud ... the "V" word. But before that, he'd been just a young man -- a human male -- flooded by the male version of the hormones that were now surging through Chloe's body. Every time he fed, he remembered those long ago days ... how he felt at the sight of his first naked female ... a young woman ... a girl really, upon who he'd happened while hunting an elusive stag ... standing there in a slow moving stream in what was now Austria ... bathing ... splashing water upon her naked form ... fully exposed to the stranger ... very much as Chloe was now to that same stranger. The young woman had turned to face Vincent ... unafraid ... smiling ... as his heart pounded fiercely ... filling his ears with a powerful thump thump thump...

Every time he'd fed since, Vincent had remembered that day as he did now with Chloe ... not only because it was the first time he'd set eyes upon the bared, beautiful curves of a woman ... not only because it was the first time he'd experienced those powerful feelings deep within him ... not only because it was the first time he'd enjoyed -- or suffered, depending upon your point of view -- the surge of species-driving chemicals that only came to a human male at such a sight ... but, most obviously, because it was also the day he'd ceased being a human male...

Those long ago days... he thought to himself as he lifted the sopping towel up over the top of Chloe's head. Days... It had been just one day. Vincent's first day of feeling like a man had been his last as well. He'd often wondered whether that Beauty in the stream had been a participant of his Turning or simply a bystander. He would never know now, of course, not that it mattered.

What did matter, though, was that while his body no longer produced the hormones that had driven him that day to descend to the water ... to take that Beauty into his arms ... to take her to the shore ... to take her, or more precisely, let her take him... Vincent's less-than-human-male body no longer produced those driving chemicals. It was the only thing that kept him from lifting Chloe from her bared feet ... tossing her onto the massive, perfectly made bed behind them ... and taking her in the way any other man would.

In his mind -- in his fantasies -- Vincent wanted nothing more than to have Chloe, right now, right here. But his body was calm ... unaffected by her nudity. For now. Until ... until he'd fed. Then...

His reverie of the years, decades, and centuries past were broken as Chloe asked, "Does Gregory not mind, being in here with a stranger?"

Vincent stopped his movement, the towel held over Chloe's shoulder dripping onto her shoulder, down her arms to her fingertips, off to splat upon the floor. He cocked his head a bit at the question. Then, he smiled a bit as suddenly he recalled her earlier question about the man who was Vincent's gentleman's gentleman.

She added another question, "Do you need soap?"

He ignored the second inquiry, focusing on the first with a soft, almost whispering voice, "I may be wrong here, Chloe ... so correct me if I am..."

He lifted the towel high again as he spoke, over her head, squeezing it in both hands, and releasing its load down upon her black hair, darkening it even further. He watched the reaction of her body as the streams of fluid rushed down her, along her neck, to her shoulders, to front and back. Rivulets of water raced over her clavicle, to the small mounds of her breasts, parting to take the curves to left and right, inner and outer. A single large drop latched to her chill-swollen right nipple, physics preventing it from continuing onward ... until yet another drop swept downward ... collided with it, joining with it ... their combined weight overwhelmed by the gravity that did nothing to pull downward Chloe's firm mounds ... splashing to a nervously twitching toe.

As he watched Chloe's reaction to the sudden application of water to her body, he asked, "Are you under the impression that Gregory is my lover...? That he provides me with a level of sexual service ... in addition to his irreplaceable services as my butler?"

He began slowly around the beautiful young woman, her body now visibly trembling as the hot water cooled rapidly and stole from her the comfortable heat produced within her human form. Vincent leaned over to douse the towel again, then rose to stand before Chloe, a bit to her right, looking down into her eyes with a slight, amused smile upon his lips. He wasn't intentionally teasing her. He was simply tickled by her question, by the somewhat comical but also potentially embarrassing misunderstanding.

"I assure you, Chloe," he said as he lifted the towels slowly upward again, over the beauty's head to again squeeze it and send a flood of hot water down upon her. "While I do not think that I could ever rely on another man to do for me what Gregory does..."

Vincent lowered the towel to before Chloe's chest. He waited for her to reopen her eyes after a flood of water down her face had caused her to close them, only then touching her naked body for the first time. He pressed the towel to her chest, high near her clavicles, not low near her breasts. He paused just a moment, letting her react to being touched by this strange, very strange Stranger ... them began rubbing the towel softly left and right to cleanse her.

He finished his statement about Gregory, "...I can assure you, Chloe ... my ... pleasures ... they come from women ... not men."

He didn't clarify his statement further, only looking directly at the young woman as his hands, both working together with the large hand towel, began spreading the water over Chloe's clavicles ... shoulders ... neck. He would continue to raise the towel upward at first, eventually coating with a soft, almost intimate touch, every square inch of skin of her skull ... cleansing Chloe ... before lowering it ... to do the same with every other square inch of flesh before him...

 

[Sweetp4u]

Mya

Her smile lift in remembrance of Sally, and this conversation matched one she had with Sally when she joined Vincent's house what seemed so long ago. To study Thomas was to ask yourself many hard questions, he seemed loyal and he seemed well educated, but did anyone .. other than Vincent.. really know Thomas? How his mind worked, why he paid so much attention to every little tiny detail? .. Well, it was his job. Wasn't it?

"Do you really believe Vincent will ever fall hopelessly in love and long to settle down?" She asked in a husky teasing tone, a smile on her full lips as she knew that answer without having asked. "No." She provided after a moment.

"Women want more, long for more. And in time, perhaps the year or as late as two, I too will move on with my life and settle down. Find the right man, marry and who knows, maybe even have children. Go into business of my own, or merely travel the world until too bored to bother moving on." She settled back into the plush seat, adjusting her skirt over her legs while watching Thomas, watch her. "As for Chloe Evans, her future is her decision, entirely under her control." That no one seemed to understand, not really. They thought they knew what was up, what dirty little deed was transpiring behind closed doors, but they had not a single ounce of real knowledge. Only Vincent and those he chose to, knew the deal.

"For now, I enjoy the experience of life that Vincent has shown me. Who said we had to grow up as we grow older?" She winked at him then and slid to the door. "Shall we go in? I am in need of a drink, or two." Carefree and flying single tonight, she planned to thoroughly enjoy her self. No worries, no rules, no man nor woman to please, other than herself. She enjoyed her freedom, as much as she enjoyed being wrapped up in Vincent.

"I am sure, if you remain close, you may get Tessa to dance with you. She's newly single." Mya shared that detail as she stood from the car, door separating their bodies as she whispered conspiratorially so.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Chloe

"I may be wrong here, Chloe ... so correct me if I am..." He broke from his trance like behavior, eyes briefly meeting as he continued to lift and cascade water over her body, to her eyes. "Are you under the impression that Gregory is my lover...? That he provides me with a level of sexual service ... in addition to his irreplaceable services as my butler?"

"I .. ah.." How in the world did she answer that? She felt her face go even more pale than it were already and a nervous blush kiss each cheek. She peered at him, through wet hair and lashes, licking the water from her lower lip. How did she answer him that she had assumed just that? Jesus, how embarrassing! Goosebumps rose across her back, down her arms and caused another full body shiver, thinking was the last thing she was capable of doing right then. Another wash of hot water drizzled just before the dousing which raced down over her forehead, face and chin. Quickly she jammed her eyes shut and held her breath, waiting for it to pass over before breathing once more.

"I assure you, Chloe, while I do not think that I could ever rely on another man to do for me what Gregory does..." He continued speaking, she did not see him do so, but she felt him shift the cloth away from her head, to which she finally peered up at him once more. "...I can assure you, Chloe ... my ... pleasures ... they come from women ... not men." He studied her without another word, completely captivated by what he had just shared with her.

It made no sense what so ever, none of this did.

Her head tilt back, eyes closing as he brushed that towel over her face, down over her throat and shoulders. Her pulse beat wildly about, her mind churning over and over all she had just learned, and yet did not learn. His calm was soothing, some what. If she did not dwell on what it was he was doing to her, if she blocked out circumstance, nudity and craziness of the situation at hand, he may very well put her to sleep with the soft washing motions.

IF

He left no part of her face and head unwashed. He literally cleaned her so well, she doubt her ears were ever this impressive to her mother's inspection. The thought brought a smile to her full lips, almost managed to chuckle too at the history running through her mind. She was never a clean girl, to her mother's dismay. Always mudied, always barefoot and never one for frills and lace. She almost felt bad for her mom, almost.

Blue eyes popped wide open, staring not at Vincent but at the far wall and closed door. Holy fuck! She jerked away from the touch before she even registered what it was she'd just done and why she'd done it. His hands were working lower, towards her breasts, moving towards her overly sensitive sides as well. "Maybe I can wash the rest myself?" Surely he was not going to touch everywhere?!

Maybe when she thought him gay it would've been alright but knowing he isn't gay and sensing where his hands may be headed, she suddenly felt more than a little raw, bare and intimidated that ever before. Surely not everywhere? She turned her eyes to him, then up to his face.. or tried to. Was very hard to look the man in the eyes standing there naked, while he is casually just washing you..

Yeah this isn't weird at all!

No one touched her! No one had ever touched her in such an intimate way as this. It was disconcerting, to say the least! What purpose did this serve? That, she really wanted to know but did not dare even ask! She heated, unsure if it was embarrassment, or something else entirely. She felt warm, dizzy and her pulse was thundering in her head. He was not helping her to relax at all while doing this, quite the opposite was going on! And damn her body and mind to all seven levels of hell and back! She was suddenly so acutely aware of where his hands were going, that she could have sworn she felt the dance and jiggle of water droplets teasing at her pert little nipple. HOW is that even possible?

She had to scramble to try and hear his response to her question, had he said something yet or no? Why was he washing her so god aweful slowly!? Where was the scrub and abrasions that near hurt when one wanted to get clean? WHY THE TENDER TOUCHING? She practically growled right then and there, hands fisting at her sides to keep from yanking the cloth out of his hands.

 

[Tony2015]

"Do you really believe Vincent will ever fall hopelessly in love and long to settle down?"

Thomas knew Vincent well, or as well as an employee -- as a driver and sometimes bodyguard -- possibly could. But he certainly didn't and couldn't know the man as well as a Mistress would. And while he was genuinely interested in what Mya had to say about his boss, her lover, when she began speaking about herself, Thomas quickly forgot all about Vincent.

Women want more ... long for more. Thomas smiled a bit at Mya's comment. He would have been lying to say he hadn't fantasized about Mya wanting him ... longing for him over the past six years. As she continued talking about the possible future ahead of her, he imagined being part of that future. It was just that, though: imagination, fantasy. Mya was, as they'd said about the cheer leaders and prom princesses with whom he'd gone to school, out of his league. She was currently the Mistress of a wealthy, powerful, international businessman who, it seemed, wouldn't bat an eye if Mya walked out the door; and as beautiful as she was -- as erotic as she was -- Mya would have no problem finding another wealthy, powerful man to take care of her once she was gone. Of course, Thomas had no idea that Vincent had been contributing to an investment account for Mya since her arrival, enabling her never to have to be taken care of ever again.

"Shall we go in?" she asked, swinging the door open without the need for the chauffeur's assistance. "I am in need of a drink, or two."

Thomas hurried out and was around in time to help Mya, her long, elegant dress slowing her down. As he offered her a hand, she informed him, "I am sure, if you remain close, you may get Tessa to dance with you. She's newly single."

Thomas smiled. It had been one thing to make a move on Tessa by his own accord, not knowing how she, Mya, or -- most importantly -- Vincent might react. But now, Mya was actually promoting the possibility of getting closer to the woman, be it just a dance in a club ... or much more? Thomas suddenly saw light at the end of that tunnel, telling Mya, "Well, it's my job to stay close to you, so..."

His smiled widened as he tossed the keys to the Valet and withdrew a twenty, saying, "Keep it close and unblocked, please." He swung a hand toward the club's entrance, asking Mya, "Shall we?"

 

[Tony2015]

Vincent initially ignored Chloe's question about wanting to take over that which he was doing in such an intimate and aggravating way. He could have let her cleanse her flesh. It wasn't a requirement that he do it himself. But the effect on her body -- the surge of chemicals flooding her blood -- were as strong as they were because Vincent was doing this for her ... or to her.

He leaned down to the bucket again, soaking the towel, and rising to stand before Chloe again. He hesitated, though, looking down into her face, then reaching out to lift her chin with the tips of his outstretched fingers. With a slight smile, he told her, "You must trust that I know what I am doing ... that I will not hurt you in anyway ... and that, in the end, you will be happy you allowed me to do this."

He hesitated another moment, then reached out slowly to press the towel against Chloe's sternum. A virtual river of water ran down her chest between her small mounds ... down her smooth belly ... into the muff of kinky, dark curly hair modestly trimmed for the bathing suit that Chloe might have thought skimpy for Shoup but for which in Malibu would have been considered almost prudish.

His gaze fell, from her face to her chest, as he slowly shifted the towel to the right ... from her sternum to a firm breast. He looked back to Chloe's face, to her eyes, to watch her reaction as his hand -- through the cloth -- slid over the pert nipple there. He didn't dawdle there, only caressing the wet towel over her breast, curling around its outer roundness ... the underside ... up over the nipple again ... back to the sternum ... then ... moving the towel to the other hand ... to her other breast to repeat the cleansing...

 

[Sweetp4u]

Chloe

Without realizing it, her breathing had changed. Her face was as plainly spoken, even without opening her mouth to voice any of her inner most thoughts. It were written there in plain, unpainted sight. She was terribly confused, by the warring questions and gut reactions tearing at her mind to do this, or to do that. Her mind kept insisting she leave, walk right the hell out of that room and put a stop to this! It was strangely, her mother's voice in her head being so insistent that she do this and do that too.

However, her body was alive with the newest of sensations. She knew not when it crept up on her, truthfully, but it was there just beyond her reason and grasp. She forgot to be ashamed of her slight form and small breasts, forgot to care she stood naked before a stranger. She argued within her own mind the rationality behind this process, but she watched him as he did this task. The serenity of his expression, and the softness in his eyes and mouth. He seemed as if he truly cared for her? But that, of course, were impossible! He did not even know her to care for her, but it felt like he cared.

Was that odd?

Still, her breathing was heightened, as were her senses. Why of it? She didn't really delve into that pool of questions. Already her mind had far too many for one one human being to withstand, at once, bursting through her mind. Without thought, her mouth opened, allowing more air in and out of her seemingly starved lungs. Without any real notion of why she felt this way, reacted that way, she felt her eye lids grow a bit heavy, but she was not tired. Her hearing seemed to ping and tingle, as if listening for... something? And, by God, she was so very, very warm.

She felt good, lulled and.. something more?

Her breath hitched in her throat as his hand and rag slid about her small breast, to cup and slip over the tip. That tingle sent a wake of shivers down her spine and a gasped "Oh!" facial expression. That was very new! She longed to reach up and itch where he brushed that rag, as it did itch a bit and tingle with itchy awareness.. But that would most likely cause him to wash her all over again if she touched with her unwashed hands.. Wouldn't it? Made sense to her anyway.

Would he really wash every where??

She swallowed audibly, breathing returning to it's near normal pace.. blinking as she stared off into space at the shiny wood framing the door.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Mya

With her arm wove into his, she strolled by his side with a bright smile on her face. She was happy in life, truly happy. She had it all, and wanted for nothing. She would definitely be thanking Vincent tonight when she returned to the house. For now her attentions were needed else where.

At the door she gave her name, waited for the man to find it and her table number before showing her and Thomas to the alcove. "Antony, please see that Amber and Tessa find our table." She smiled up at the man, the most dazzling smile she would give as she very much wanted her way and it handled quickly. Handing him a fifty for himself and receiving a lovely compliment in return.

"Do sit with me Thomas, I hate to feel the lurking behind my shoulder." She slid further into the soft crushed velvet lounge style couch, giving him plenty of room to sit a spell and chat with her. Her friends were a few years younger than her, but not by much. Lovely ladies with well respected parents also from Malibu, good company to keep as they were drug free and not air headed bores. Neither of which Mya tolerated. Abusing one's body was just as grave as any sin to her, even suicide would be a kinder sentence to one's body over drugs and idiocy.

"Margarita for me." She answered before the waiter could even ask what her preference would be for the night. informing her an indie band was schedule to play within the hour and tonight would be a little more tame than the last weekend headliner's. Which last week was some dub-step DJ that had the whole valley vibrating with bass long into the wee hours of the morning. While it were wild and fun, it was not something she could do too often.. Not unless she wanted another two day headache anyway.

"What will you have Thomas?" Smiling, knowing as he was on duty and driving, it would not be his usual.

 

[Tony2015]

Vincent detected a slow change in Chloe's reaction to his cleansing of her. Was it the soft brush of her nipple? Did it excite her enough to change her feelings, possibly make her want this after all? Or had she finally accepted that Vincent would not harm her? Or had she simply decided to let what happened happen ... to surrender. Vincent could not know why, and -- honestly -- did not care why. He was only pleased to see her relax a bit.

He pulled the rag from her second breast, leaning over and dipping it again into the bucket. But this time, rather than stand tall, he bent his knees as his head rose. He knelt before her lifting the sopping rag to her belly. His face was directly before her belly button. Vincent could have peeked just a bit lower, to where the outer, brown labia of her never-touched pussy would have been visible to him. But he didn't. His gaze followed the towel as he caressed it up her belly ... right to wrap around her waist ... down her hip ... across her lower belly, grazing the neat little mass of hair ... before essentially repeating the cleansing on the second side.

He never once let his gaze wander in a way that would have made Chloe think he'd been ready to violate his promise of not getting sexual with her. The entire scene might have seemed like nothing more than a loving parent bathing a toddler ... if only Chloe had not been a beautiful, erotic, 21 year old woman.

Vincent dropped the towel into the bucket, stood with ease, withdrew the dripping cloth and moved around to Chloe's side, asking softly, "Will you extend your arm, please?"

The cleansing continued, with Vincent washing each of Chloe's extended arms, even running the towel between her fingers, before running the towel down her back side to the upper rounds of her buttocks. He moved back around to her front again, taking a moment to look into her eyes, looking for a sign of whether Chloe was feeling at ease ... or overwhelmed.

"Please turn," he whispered, swirling his finger round and round playfully.

He dropped the towel into the water, which wasn't steaming anymore but felt to him still warm enough to be comfortable to Chloe. With her back to him again, Vincent again dropped to his knees, washing her lower back ... her firm, tight buttocks ... her long, lean legs. He sensed a heightening of her pheromone level when his hand -- beyond the towel, still -- caressed over her buttocks. He tilted his head a bit, listening. His enhanced hearing picked up the acceleration of her heart beat, making him smile. He wondered whether the excitement within her was being welcomed ... or cursed.

"Turn," he again asked of her.

When she did, she found Vincent on his knees again, but this time with his haunches on his ankles. He'd stepped out of his slip on shoes, which were now sitting nearby. He dropped the towel into the bucket one more time, glanced past Chloe toward the bed, then looked up into her face. The expression on his face was more serious now.

"I need you to sit on the bed please..." he said softly, hesitating a moment before he almost whispered, "...and part your legs ... so I can finish cleansing you."

 

[Tony2015]

Thomas was smiling like a Cheshire Cat as he escorted Mya up to the club's entrance. He was just a working stiff, but on his arm was a beauty woman who -- with just the mentioning of her name -- could get quickly through the door of an exclusive club and led to a reserved table that wasn't next to the bathroom door.

"Antony, please see that Amber and Tessa find our table," she told the man at the door.

Thomas had to look away. The joy on his face was simply embarrassing. He couldn't explain his infatuation over Tessa. He'd fallen deeply in lust with her the moment he'd first seen her, out on the dance floor with the other two sexy women, drawing attention from every quarter. She'd moved with such grace. It hadn't been dirty dancing, but ... it had caused a heat deep inside Thomas which he'd never forgotten.

"Do sit with me Thomas," Mya insisted. "I hate to feel the lurking behind my shoulder."

"Of course," he said obediently.

Before he sat, though, Thomas took a moment to look about their corner of the club for exits, potential bottlenecks in the case of an emergency, and more. He didn't expect problems, of course. He wasn't protecting a Senator or rock star or billionaire tech giant. But in these hard times, anyone with money was a target of kidnapping; and acts of terrorism were springing up in the most unexpected places.

After Mya had slid into the booth, he did the same. Just as she had had to adjust her dress while sitting, he'd had to adjust the gun on his hip to prevent it from popping off his belt. Carrying was part of Thomas's employment. But he didn't advertise his weapon to anyone who he wasn't protecting. Showing Chloe his side arm earlier today had been the first time anyone had seen it like that in almost a year.

Mya ordered, asking him, "What will you have Thomas?"

"Coke ... light on the ice," he answered quickly. The waitress didn't even flinch, presuming he was the designated driver. He added quickly, "Can we get something salty, too." She made a couple of suggestions, to which he said, "Both, please."

The waitress had barely left when Thomas's eyes suddenly opened wide and he practically leapt out of the booth. His lips spread wide, and -- feeling like a teenage boy at the school dance -- he blushed wide as he said with excitement, "Tessa!"

He hadn't expected the beauty so quickly. He and Mya had barely gotten seated. His gaze was set so solidly upon the dark skinned woman that he hadn't even noticed Amber right behind her...

 

[Sweetp4u]

Chloe

She remembered having to stand before her entire class and give a learning lecture on the Ancient Rome and it's fall. She had tried to be sick to get out of it, tried to skip school as well but her mother hauled her right to her teacher that day, seemingly knowing that Chloe would make a run for it if given chance. She recalled being so frightened, so scared that she couldn't even eat for fear of vomiting all over the floor. Another reason to be mocked and picked on, the last thing she wanted to give those evil devil spawn she called classmates.

Her teacher was a kind woman, who's sage advice got her through that horrible day and well written report, without a vomit or panic attack. Simple trick to the whole thing, was to picture herself some where else and entirely alone. Where no one could see her, witness any discomfort nor mock her. Where she could speak aloud without worry of stumbling over words and losing facts. Just picture yourself some where else..

It was what she tried for, there in that room. To block out the uncomfortable situation and handsome man washing her. To pretend to be else where, to be someone else. Anything to brush the thoughts from her mind and reactions from her body. She thought of the beach today, the people she met and Thomas. Turning to present her back to him, she imagined she were alone in her bedroom. Nothing abnormal there, just debating what to wear tomorrow. Anything to not focus on his cloth covered hand sliding up and down her butt!

Maybe if she just acknowledged that he was way too old, maybe think of him as a father figure? Although he had no gray hair and did not look all that old, he could be old enough to be her father, couldn't he? Her stomach soured a little with that, considering what was going on with her virgin body and reacting to him. She could not see him as a father figure, at least not without serious application of that fantasy.

God, that made her more warped than him!

Wait! ...

Was he going to sacrifice her to some weird ass deity? She saw something on this unsolved murder case file show about people worshiping weird deities and the sacrifices made of virgins to them.

"I need you to sit on the bed please..." he said softly, hesitating a moment before he almost whispered, "...and part your legs ... so I can finish cleansing you."

Her mind blanked, pondering if she had heard him correctly? Why did this whole scene remind her of a song she had listened to not long ago? It was like living in a dream, not sure if it was fantasy or horror, but a dream none the less.

A really attractive man, she barely knew just commanded her to sit on the bed and spread her legs...

Someone pinch me!

Teeth clamped shut, she backed a pace then another until her knees made contact with the bed. Her eyes turned away from him, her nerve was faltering but she knew damned sure she was made of sterner stuff than this! She was no coward, trusting in his word and prayer silently going that this was almost over before she did lose her nerve and bolt out that door.

So she sat, at the corner and spread her legs just a bit. Her hands moved to the bed behind her, gripping into bedding and sheet beneath. She needed it. Needed this strength of fabric and solidarity to keep her firm and in place. Her pixie chin tipped once more, those large eyes turning to another spot in the room as she waited, sort of in compliance to what he had wished. He said spread, not how far to do so..

 

[Tony2015]

Vincent watched, ready to show all the patience needed. But Chloe backed to the bed as instructed quicker than he'd expected. He gave her a friendly smile as she sat, then softly said, "Thank you."

She didn't react. Vincent looked into Chloe's eyes. She seemed a million miles away. Perhaps that was why she'd been handling the second half of her cleansing with so much more ease: in her mind, she wasn't here. As Vincent lifted his haunches from his ankles and knee walked closer to Chloe, he wondered how many times in the past his donors had used that technique to get through this ... odd situation. Had Mya...? Had Sally before her...? And if they had zoned out in an effort to survive this initial feeding, had they continued to do it during feedings to follow. Had they always done this? Of course, Vincent couldn't know that that was what Chloe was doing at this moment. For all he knew, deep inside her, hidden by a blank stare and calm emotions, she could simply be cursing him to Hades.

He laid the towel upon Chloe's left thigh, reached his right hand to her ankle, and gently lifted her foot from the flow. With the gentleness he'd been showing her for almost half an hour now, he cleansed her leg from mid thigh to toes, running the rag between the latter, hoping she wasn't incurably ticklish.

He repeated the cleansing with her right leg, then twisted to wet the towel once again. He'd been on his haunches during the leg cleaning, but now -- returning with the towel, the heavy, sporadic dripping upon the wood floor the only sound in the room save Chloe's breathing -- he stood tall upon his knees with only an inch between his belly and her own knees. He looked into her face, studying her eyes even though her eyes looked elsewhere.

"I need you to lay back, please," he said in a gentle voice. He waited until she did as asked, then laid the towel in her groin, entirely hiding her womanly features. Ever so carefully, Vincent pressed one hand to the inside of a thigh and gently urged Chloe open further as the second hand began caressing the towel over and near her trimmed muff. He whispered with another urging, "A bit more, Chloe. I am nearly done."

Vincent always saved this very intimate portion of the cleansing for last, obviously. By this point, he typically knew whether or not his soon-to-be-donor was going to be able to fulfill her obligations ... or was going to suddenly freak, scream, leap, flee, or a combination therein. He slipped the towel down in between Chloe's thighs, wiping it against the inside of one, then the other. As he did, the edge of the towel brushed over the sensitive folds at the meeting of those thighs, presenting Chloe with the first touch of her pussy by another human being.

Human being... Was it an appropriate description of Vincent. Though it was not currently a thought coursing through his mind, it often had been. Right now, his only thought was of how Chloe would react ... as he moved the warm towel from the inside of her thigh to that never-before-touched-by-man spot ... and gently cleansed it with pressing fingers.