An English summer meant dreary skies and a lighter jacket. Lance pulled his watch cap over his head and slipped out the back door of the pub. He’d had and empty stomach and an empty wallet when he came in. Now his belly was full but his wallet still empty. Dine and dash had become second nature. The back allies were easy enough to slip into and he wasn’t anything special in the looks department so most never gave him a second glance.
As the first drops of rain began to form, he hiked up the collar of his coat and ducked his head a little further down. If his mother knew he was doing this, she’s skin him alive. But he had to try. The normal life of a watcher was not in his cards. No matter what the family legacy was.
Voodoo Midnight. The pit of the English underground. Demons, witches and vampires knew that if there was something they needed, they could find someone there who would give it. It reeked of brimstone and sage. His eyes took a moment to adjust to the dim lighting.
The bouncer growled at him. Vampire. “State your purpose.”
“Right on the spot, then. A’ight. I’m here to see Shadow.” Lance looked up to meet the vampire’s gaze.
“Is she expecting you?”
“No one ever expects me, mate.”
“Let the boy through.”
Lance glanced behind the bouncer. She was more beautiful than he had ever dreamed. Her golden locks were cascading in loose curls down her back. Her green eyes were bright and warm. The dark blue gown hugged every curve of the succubus.
The vampire growled once more and moved aside.
Lance took three steps closer, Shadow meeting him the rest of the way. “Are you sure about this, Lance? Once we enter into this agreement, there is no turning back.”
He nodded. “I understand.”
She took his hand. It was warmer than he had thought it would be. Through the twists and turns of the club, she lead him to a small set of stairs that led to her flat. The deep violet drapes covered the walls, giving it an old gothic feel. Candles lit automatically as she walked in. There were no windows. The bed was a giant king size canopy bed with black lace draped around.
“Bloody hell…”
Shadow smiled. “That’s one thing to say.” She sat on the edge of the bed. “You understand that this assignment needs to be handled with the utmost discretion.”
He nodded. “I’m clear on this.”
She reached out to him, pulling him closer. “This will be the experience of a lifetime for you, young man. This will place you on a path you will never regret.”
He leaned down, pressing his lips to hers. He wasn’t a virgin but he might has well have been. Just the touch of her lips sent a tingle to his crotch that he had never felt. His kisses immediately grew hungry and eager. He couldn’t remember much of the actual sex, only that he reached climax more than once.
When they were finished, she robed herself, smiling. “I have fulfilled my part. You have to fulfill yours.”
As the first drops of rain began to form, he hiked up the collar of his coat and ducked his head a little further down. If his mother knew he was doing this, she’s skin him alive. But he had to try. The normal life of a watcher was not in his cards. No matter what the family legacy was.
Voodoo Midnight. The pit of the English underground. Demons, witches and vampires knew that if there was something they needed, they could find someone there who would give it. It reeked of brimstone and sage. His eyes took a moment to adjust to the dim lighting.
The bouncer growled at him. Vampire. “State your purpose.”
“Right on the spot, then. A’ight. I’m here to see Shadow.” Lance looked up to meet the vampire’s gaze.
“Is she expecting you?”
“No one ever expects me, mate.”
“Let the boy through.”
Lance glanced behind the bouncer. She was more beautiful than he had ever dreamed. Her golden locks were cascading in loose curls down her back. Her green eyes were bright and warm. The dark blue gown hugged every curve of the succubus.
The vampire growled once more and moved aside.
Lance took three steps closer, Shadow meeting him the rest of the way. “Are you sure about this, Lance? Once we enter into this agreement, there is no turning back.”
He nodded. “I understand.”
She took his hand. It was warmer than he had thought it would be. Through the twists and turns of the club, she lead him to a small set of stairs that led to her flat. The deep violet drapes covered the walls, giving it an old gothic feel. Candles lit automatically as she walked in. There were no windows. The bed was a giant king size canopy bed with black lace draped around.
“Bloody hell…”
Shadow smiled. “That’s one thing to say.” She sat on the edge of the bed. “You understand that this assignment needs to be handled with the utmost discretion.”
He nodded. “I’m clear on this.”
She reached out to him, pulling him closer. “This will be the experience of a lifetime for you, young man. This will place you on a path you will never regret.”
He leaned down, pressing his lips to hers. He wasn’t a virgin but he might has well have been. Just the touch of her lips sent a tingle to his crotch that he had never felt. His kisses immediately grew hungry and eager. He couldn’t remember much of the actual sex, only that he reached climax more than once.
When they were finished, she robed herself, smiling. “I have fulfilled my part. You have to fulfill yours.”