Taken For A Ride 9

This is an experiment to set up new characters I wanna use. If you like the female lead please let me know.

I'm also aware of the similarities with Night Teeth on netflix. But I wrote this and only recently finished editing it with a friend about two months ago. I've just been nervously sitting on it because other work has preoccupied me.

Thanks Mr. King for editing!

Chapter One

Nights as an Uber driver aren't what one would describe as glamorous, especially not an Uber driver in New Orleans during tourist season. Henry had been scammed into this career for a multitude of reasons, now feeling locked in by the purchase of a car and the fact that he had to pay for his little sister's college. Now he spends his nights with a sore ass and a headache.

Tonight was particularly horrendous. One group of frat boys (from all that Henry could infer) had decided to snort and spill their cocaine in his back seat, to which Henry quite quickly kicked them out. He made sure to leave them a bad review before they could bamboozle his 4 outta 5 stars. He then spent the next 20 minutes cleaning the white powder off of the foot rug of the car. The next few couples were drunks making out, some attractive and some not so much. Henry didn't watch but he did have to make sure they didn't do the nasty on his seats.

It all slowed to a halt at 3:00am as he sat silently in his car with the window open. Henry took in the humid night air and looked at the moon amidst the orange lights of the street lamps. He almost forgot he lived in such a hectic city by how quiet it was, even with all the partying tourists people had to sleep, unlike himself. He thought about his sister, wondering if she was asleep by now or partying as well. He wondered if he'd ever sell his art, if he was just a beast of burden for others? Then a ping from his phone snapped him from his intrusive thoughts. One last ride for the night he thought as he saw the name... 'Ursa'. He hoped it wasn't another drunk woman bringing home a dude. He couldn't bear another session of tongue boxing in the back seat.

Finally Henry pulled up his car. It was a wonderfully expensive bar, one of those bars you'd see rich executives hang out at with their escorts of wives. Henry hoped one day he'd be dressed up having a cocktail inside.

That's when his eye was caught like a raccoon spotting a shiny piece of god knows what. She was a jewel in the orange lamplight. A woman stood with an Afro and dark skin, her shapely body was brought out boldly by an orange dress. It clung to every inch and nook and cranny of her form. It left far too little to Henry's imagination.

Henry gawked at her and the woman smiled from her spot under the lamp before approaching. The clicking of her shiny and gold glitter shoes making contact with the pavement. Henry's driver side window was lowered earlier, as she bent over resting her arms on the sill of the car door. Ursa's bosom was bushed up and together, her gorgeous breasts sat tantalizing above her crossed arms.

Her plump lips parted and she spoke with words like warm milk and honey, "An Uber for Ursa?"

Henry could do nothing but nod and swallow dryly. Ursa stood with haste before opening the door on the passenger side. She entered and Henry tried not to look back in case her short dress flashed a part of her pussy at him. She was far too gorgeous to be another college student and she was far too flawless to be an escort who was ridden rough and out away hard by that life. She must've been a rich man's wife or some sorta heiress from the people he'd seen around here. He watched her through the rear view mirror before she laughed coyly asking, "Can we drive?" Her eyes flashed when she made eye contact with him, the silver of an animal caught by light at night.

They drove for some time in total silence besides the low volume of the radio. The air of night chilled them as he drove. He took a glance in the rear view mirror to see her. She looked out into the city. Then his eyes drifted down to her chest. Her nipples stood hard and proud poking through her dress. His mouth watered and that's when she looked at him. Ursa could smell his arousal and she was painfully hungry for flesh. Henry was young and healthy and the fire of creativity made him smell like fine wine.

"Do you like working this job, Henry", her words slick and cunning with the same sweetness.

Henry focused up sharply, making eye contact back with her. He was terrified she caught him ogling her, "I-I hate it to be honest. I do it for my sister."

Ursa knew why he did it. She was already comfortably opening every closed door of his mind by this point, "To pay for her college?"

"How'd you know?" Henry was shocked at how good her guess was. For some reason he felt like she was reading him like a book for toddlers.

She smiled sharply, "I have a pension for reading people. Don't worry about it. You're not that easy. Then again no man is when dealing with me."

Henry watched with any rebuttal caught in his throat. She went back to looking out the window, smelling his scent and enjoying her meal to come. Henry looked away and back to the road. He'd be at the destination soon and wouldn't want to look more like a fool than he already did by driving right past where this lovely woman needed to be.

Ursa however watched him. She danced in his mind like a phantom as her eyes snuck glances of his face. He was grizzled for 28 but it by no means sat on him poorly. His brown skin and brown short wavy hair made for a beautiful model- if only he knew. His eyes are deep pools of honey, his body was nothing to laugh at either. The junkyard art he made had sculpted him beautifully like a Greek god. Usually she drained her prey dry but now she wondered if she would keep him on the payroll instead, he could use it.

Chapter Two

Finally Henry pulled up the street, an apartment building of incredible decadence and style. Henry gawked in awe at it. A building from the 1940's at least given all the art deco he saw. He waited for Ursa to get out but she didn't bother; she just sat and looked at him from the rear view mirror.

Henry looked at her back and swallowed, "We've arrived at your destination."

"Oh, have we? I got distracted.... Has anyone ever told you how deli-handsome you look?" Ursa laughed at the slip of her tongue.

"Here and there haha," Henry nervously laughed. "Have a nice evening, got other drives to complete."

Ursa cooed incredulously, "We both know this was your last drive of the night." Henry was shocked and she could see it, "You don't work all night do you?" Her save was a perfect landing.

"I can't. I have to work tomorrow and do this all over again tonight." Henry sighed uncomfortably.

"Don't worry. I won't keep you long." She opened the door and exited smoothly. "I also have a business proposition."

Henry watched her ass sway as she walked away to the entrance of the apartment building. Henry couldn't leave the mystery of this woman alone and parked the car before following her up the the entrance. She waited in the glow. Her long brown legs leading to her orange curves in that dress was something he couldn't fathom. She twisted and turned to open the door. He noticed her golden bracelets and gold hop earrings better being this close in the light.

Ursa strutted her way through the lobby. The click of her heels on the marble like a clock ticking away at Henry's life. He followed but observed the lavish space he was in. His family was never rich and the hurricane took everything his family had years ago.

Ursa turned and looked. What a sad memory, she thought what little wealth was snatched away by nature and could be earned back in 50 years. To someone like him that'd be most of his lifetime and to her, a blink of her eyes. How frail her food was... like a mayfly.

Approaching the elevator Ursa pressed the button before turning to her guest. Henry looked at her nervously, trying not to look at her breasts or hips. His eyes strayed to her beautiful plump lips as they curled into a mischievous smile. Henry blushed realizing he'd probably been caught again.

"It's ok to stare. I do want you," her slick tongue caressing his mind.

"I-um, I mean I find you terribly attractive. But I also think I'm well out of my depths." Henry admitted nervously.

Ursa laughed loudly before gathering her wits, "Yet here you are confidently waiting for this elevator. Hoping to take me to my bed and fuck me?"

Henry turned away from her shyly. He'd been with women but lacked all skill and depth for it. He was never as confident as his looks would say he should be. Before he could respond, the elevator dinged and opened. Ursa playfully made her way in extending a hand for him to follow. And he did, despite his better judgment telling him to let her go and not to go.

The second he was in the elevator Ursa pulled him into a passionate kiss he couldn't escape. She was far colder than he could've imagined for a humid Louisiana night. With impossible strength, she pushed him up against the wall of the elevator. Her tongue pushed into his mouth and her hands began exploring his strong frame. He was like chiseled marble in her hands and that only excited her more. It took him a second to reciprocate her exploration. His hands quickly reached around grabbing her ass and back of her neck. He pulled her in tightly and his wet tongue collided with hers. She pushed away from the kiss to look her meal up and down. His black t-shirt clung tightly to his muscles as Ursa's full tits and hard nipples looked as if they'd burst from her dress front.

Fangs... that's what Henry saw when he went to look back at Ursa's mouth before kissing her. His heart sank and her knowing smile said more than enough. She wanted the cat to be out of the bag. The elevator door rang again and Henry saw his way, running for the hall. Just as he cleared the threshold of the elevator he was pushed back up against the wall by Ursa at lightning speed. Before Henry could scream, she kissed him again. Her fang cut his tongue and her's quickly went to lap all the blood up in the kiss before breaking it. He felt like his will was being drained, like a thick blanket of will, Ursa's will, was being stretched over his mind.

"Please don't ruin this. Let us enjoy each other... maybe myself a little more than you. Then I'll explain my proposition," Ursa purred and she held Henry with one hand while her other hand found his surprisingly hard dick.

Deep down Henry wanted to run but he couldn't- no,,, he didn't want to run from her, "Yes, Ursa."

"Good boy, now follow me."

Henry followed down the hall. That's when it hit him. This wasn't a hallway, it was her apartment. It was beautifully decorated and ornate. This woman sure did love her gold and regality. It was a style he could only describe as modern African American design. He thought he had taste but this woman made him seem like a plain Jane. When he looked back at her, she had stripped naked out of her dress and it was cast to the floor. Her tone swayed proudly and she walked in those gold glittering heels. The clicking had become synonymous in his head with her sensuousness. She then went to sit on her white cotton couch before spreading her legs wide and displaying all of herself to Henry.

Ursa reached her hand down to her crotch and he observed her white manicured nails as one to tease the dark nipples of her pert tit and the other went to open and play with the beautiful dark brown lips of her cunt. She finally revealed her swollen pink clitoris to him before rubbing it excitedly. Once she knew she had him even more under her spell, she stopped touching her slit and beckoned him to come closer with her leg. Henry obliged, walking close before she put the heeled foot up to his chest stopping him.

"I'm sure you wanna taste this fruit. But first I need you, the real you not under my control. When I snap, you'll return to yourself. I'll ask you some important questions and answer any of your own." Her words wouldn't just go from playful to serious at the drop of a hat. All her lascivious play slowly but surely turned into that of a deal maker.

Ursa snapped and Henry returned to himself. That thick warm blanket of control faded and the initial tingles of panic found itself back in his feet and spine.

"What the fuck are you?" He wanted to run but part of him knew it'd be fruitless. He was going to die tonight regardless.

"Well I said I'd ask my questions first.. but ok," she sighed, crossing her legs as she extended her arms to rest atop her couch, fully extended, "I'm a vampire."

Henry couldn't believe what she heard and started laughing. "No, that's not real. This is some sort of bullshit joke. Are you part of some YouTube channel? Is this a porno thing?"

Ursa laughed at the insinuation, given the town it was too amusing and accurate an assertion. "No honey, no I am not playing a trick and I'm also certainly not making pornography. I'm hungry. I would've just eaten you in your car... but then I read your mind and enjoyed looking at your body. You'd be far too handsome and talented a man to drain dry."

"T-thanks?" Henry had no clue of how to respond.

"You're so shy and it's adorable. I do love beautiful unique things and you happen to be one. So I'd love to pay you for your services. We fuck and I eat from you. I let you live and we do this until I grow tired of you. Heck I might even buy some of your art. It's completely unique from what I've seen in your mind. So how does this sound? It would surely beat your late nights in that damn car." Ursa raised an eyebrow waiting for Henry's response.

"Yes." He said without much hesitation. This was a complete shock to Ursa.

"Without any questions or haggling?" She exclaimed, shocked.

But before she could continue, Henry got on his knees in front of her and began kissing her chest and neck. Ursa squeaked at the sudden attack of his lips and tongue. In all honesty, Henry couldn't keep his patience of excitement in check. She was too delicious a morsel to let go. He was also someone to not refuse a woman, especially a woman who had to eat. Ursa grabbed Henry by the chin with both her hands and kissed him wildly before biting his lip. One of her hands reached down to his crotch and started rubbing her hand on his erect cock. He was an eager young man despite the wear on him.

"Stand up." Ursa demanded.

Henry stood immediately in front of her, unsure of what to do next. She looked him up and down before she motioned her hand in a way that could only mean one thing, strip. So with haste, Henry stripped his clothes off for her. Once he was relieved of his clothing, she eyed him marveling at his toned muscles and (more proudly) how his above average cock stood proudly in front of her.

"So eager to please, I love that in a man. Now get on your knees in front of me," She cooed imposingly. She knew she had him wrapped around her finger. "Show me how much you're worth. Lick me like your life depends on it Henry."

Doing as he was told, Henry got on his knees in front of Ursa. She spread her legs wide for him and revealed that beautiful flower of hers. She was wet already and her womanly scent was melting his mind. He kissed her thighs slowly giving her goosebumps. She grabbed a handful of his hair while she bit her finger on the other hand. She watched him, glued to the show of the man between her legs. The bristle of his facial hair was so exciting to her, a man's man.

He kissed closer... and closer... and closer to her wet swollen cunt lips until finally he met her flower. He began kissing and licking every lip, teasing her. He knew what she wanted but he'd drag it out just long enough until she went mad. Finally he made his way to her little pink nub. He kissed, sucked and licked at her. At first, Ursa tried to hold in all the moans and cries she'd want to make but it was no use. Finally she let her finger go from her lips and teeth, shrieking out in pleasure at his rhythmic licks. His tongue, wet and slippery, entwined around her clit. She was in Heaven. Henry reached out, holding on to her quivering brown legs, keeping her from twisting and jolting away from him. Ursa could feel it like a gentle twisting in her stomach that sent bolts of electricity from her very core and out into her toes, fingers and eyelids. She struggled and her strength let her legs easily push Henry's arms away. Her legs tightened around his head and she grinded her cunt into his tongue. She gasped and sighed luxuriously as she rode out her orgasm.

Her legs let Henry go at last, he could breathe, and with that he wondered if she would want anymore of him? But as if she could read his mind, (and she could) she leaned back up to him, grabbing him, licking and kissing his neck and ear. He shuddered and his knees buckled from her expert touch.

She bit his earlobe and between gritted teeth she hissed seductively, "We aren't quite done yet. I still want to enjoy all you have to give me."

With superhuman speed, Ursa switched their places. Henry couldn't even process he was sitting on the couch now except by the fact that Ursa was straddling him. She was a little warmer to his touch now but still far colder than any human should be. Ursa rubbed the lips of her dripping sex on Henry's cock. He tried his best not to buck or pull her down. Ursa loved how desperate he was and how he looked into her eyes greedily. Realizing he shouldn't be so distracted, he started to leave little passing kisses on her neck and chest and breasts.

She smiled confidently, he was in her trap now, "Maybe I need to alter this deal. You're far too excited by it."

Henry looked up from his little kisses at her with worry in his eyes, "Have I done something wrong?"

"Not a thing. I'm just afraid of someone benefiting more from a deal than me," and with that she spread herself with his cock.

The motion wasn't particularly fast, but it was made so easy by how wet she was. Ursa gasped at how deliciously he filled her. She gyrated her hips, enjoying the sensation of his hands on her sides and the shocked look on his face. He was too precious to let go until she had all her fun. Slowly she rose and slapped back down, the sound of their sexes colliding filled the air with a humid amorous noise that drove her even more wild. He was nice and thick, just the way she liked her men. She fucked him with a steady vigor and watched as he struggled to keep his wits together. In all honesty she was having a hard time not drooling and losing herself to all the euphoric sensations he was filling her with, the feeling of her clit grinding into the area just above his cock and how he quickly distracted himself by sucking on her dark hard nipples.

Before Ursa could climax, Henry quickly flipped them and took her legs up and held her in place. She was shocked and intrigued by his boldness, but before she could make any clever comment he penetrated her to his hilt again. Her eyes rolled up into her head for a second and her eyelids twitched. Ursa was all but sure the young man had a proud look on his face.

Ursa quickly gained her composure back, "Yeah? You wanna fuck me hard like a big strong man? Not a paid little blood bag."

Just like she assumed, he took the bait and fucked her silly. Henry started pounding into Ursa's wet pussy. She squeaked and moaned uncontrollably at his assault. She could feel the sweet sting of his hips and thighs slapping against her ass and thighs respectively. The crude sultry sensation of his heavy balls slapping against her sex and taint as he fucked her madly. He was tough but she certainly could take and wanted more. He took Henry's hand from one of her legs and moved his fingers to her mouth, sucking on them. It was the most beautiful thing he had seen- her subtle nude/red lipstick smearing on his fingers and her mouth. He quickly moved his hand to her neck, squeezing it that way she knew he would. His firm rough hands tingle, her nipples tingled, her cunt ached and she was going to cum any second. She arched her back and her legs pulled from his grip to wrap around his waist. She tangled her long manicured fingers in his hair and pulled him close to her burying his face in her shoulder.