Her long black hair whipped around as she moved. A storm was coming in fast and she hoped to finish this guy before it hit. She clung to him as they made their way to the room the club let her use. It was like an apartment that she used for entertaining. It even had a bathroom with a shower. She also never knew what a client might want and kept several changes of clothes there. It was furnished with a bed, of course, but also a sofa and chair.
Stephanie was beautiful and she knew it. Her long hair was lustrous with luxurious curls too numerous to count as they cascaded down and caught the light, framing an utterly stunning face. Her large breasts were a magnet to both men and women. One look into her big sapphire blue eyes and they were lost. A gentle touch of her smooth delicate hand and everyone wanted her; and, for a price, anyone, man or woman, could have her.
His hard cock stood out from him as it disappeared in and out of her mouth. She liked to have the window open while she worked and the air had an ozone smell with the storm practically on top of them. She watched his face as he saw her full lips encircling his hard cock. She knew he would cum soon.
Performing like this as a storm approached reminded her of when she had died. It was very much like this. She had been busy at her chosen profession as the storm had hit. After he had cum and she had swallowed every drop, he had killed her.
However, on that night, ten years ago, she wasn't killed but brought over. After that, people weren't potential customers but potential victims. Their blood was the taste she craved. She never killed and never made another vampire, but the thirst had to be satisfied.
The club and the people that went there all knew what she was and hungered for it. For a price, they could have the Stephanie experience. She would satisfy any sexual fantasy or desire and at the same time drain some of their blood. She never took a large amount and they never had a bad experience, they simply enjoyed the sensual ecstasy of her feeding and giving them the most incredible sex they could possibly get.
Stephanie could taste a few drops of his pre-semen and felt the blood flowing just beneath the skin. She extended her fangs and bit into the main vein on his hard cock. The blood squirted into her mouth, and she swallowed the life giving fluid even as she continued to suck him.
Sucking and licking his cock, her lips urged him to empty his testicles of sperm into her waiting mouth. The blood flowed from his wound and she drank greedily. She continued sucking and swallowing when he suddenly arched his back and hot cum shot from his cock. Stephanie always became light headed when cum and blood mixed in her mouth; cum was hot but blood was hotter. She sucked for more and swallowed all he could give. His thick cockhead would have choked her as deeply as she took it and as long as she held it, if she breathed.
Following load after load, she finally felt his cum stopping and pressed her tongue to the still bleeding wound. She applied a gentle pressure to stop the flow even as she made sure every drop of blood stayed in her mouth. None was spilled; and none was wasted.
His cock was growing soft again and she continued until the flow of blood and cum had stopped. She moved to kiss him and they shared several long kisses. It was never a rush and whoever was with her was made to feel more like a lover and that she was reluctant for it to end.
Stephanie gave the ultimate erotic experience a mortal could have and live. She entertained them all...men and women, alone or together. She never stopped being amazed that it was considered an incredible honor to watch her feed on another. The clubs management, employees and patrons guarded her identity carefully, even jealously. No outsiders were let in on the secret of what she was until everyone was sure of them. She had several customers each night, enough blood for her to exist.
Derek slept. He had waited until she had left and sleep finally claimed him. However, he later woke with a start as a large shape towered over him.
"I'm sorry Derek; I didn't mean to frighten you."
"Stephanie...," he smiled at her, "...have you fed?"
She smiled back at him, her fangs retracted. His smile was genuine and it had always been easy for her to know his love was real. The love she felt for her brother was special, it always had been. She was his older sister by two years, but now he had aged and she never would and he looked to be her older brother.
When they were children they had been very protective of each other. When she had been beaten by their drunken father, Derek would try to stop it and receive the beating meant for her. When their hearts were broken, it was to each other they looked to for emotional support and comfort. She had chosen her brother to be her first lover and they had explored each other as she gave herself to him totally.
When she had died, the tears that were shed for her came from the only person that gave a damn about her. He alone had grieved for her. Now he protected her rest during the day. He did it because he loved her, and always would.
She bent down and kissed him. Not a brother and sister kiss but a long sensual kiss meant to arouse. She whispered, "It'll be dawn soon, I want you." She sighed as she felt his arms embrace her.
When she was alive and a prostitute, she just went through the motions with all of the others, but it was her brother she made love to.
