~ Living the Night Life~ (Seeking Dom Male)
(.... Craving someone to play this with me....)
would love to do iwth with a couple different people...




~ Living the Night Life~

Stripper ^ Vampire(dom) ~ Living the Night Life~ She finished her act for the night and retreated to her room. Taking her usually recreational drugs she is nearly asleep when the bouncer knocks on the door telling her that someone is here to see her. Even through the haze of the drugs she is sure she told the bouncer that she was NOT taking additional clients. She does not yet know he is a vampire. At first she tires to tell him nicely that she is not a whore and does not take side clients. When he refuses to leave she stands up to make her point. The drugs make her slightly dizzy and she starts to fall. He catches her, pressing her body against his, he bites and begins to feed from her. Pulling away finally he helps her onto the bed. She still refuses sex. When he tries to force himself into her mouth she bites down drawing blood. Angry he cuts himself, forcing her to suck him and the blood till he cums. With the her blood loss and being forced to take his blood she later starts to turn into a vampire. (He may or may not fuck her during the change.) (During the change and while he rapes her, her mind may or may not break.)

Consensual Sex... Rape... Rough Sex... Anal... Cervix Penetration... Female Virgin... Hot Dogging... Tit Fucking... Doggy Style... Cum... Egg Laying... Pregnancy... Impregnation... Orgasm Denial(receiving)... Gang Rape... M/F/M... Double Penetration... Yaoi... Yaoi Rape... Brother/Brother Incest... Cousin/Cousin Incest... Brother/Sister Incest... Brother/Sister/Brother Incest... Necrophilia... Human/Her/Creature... Tentacles(receiving)... Bestiality(horse, canine, snake, dragon, wild cats)(receiving)... Cross Dressing(receiving)... Chains(giving/receiving)... Whips(giving/receiving)... Bondage(giving/receiving)... Torture(giving/receiving)... Humiliation... Violence(giving/receiving)... Sexual Pain(giving/receiving)... Nonsexual Pain(giving/receiving)... Abuse(giving/receiving)... Broken Bones(giving/receiving)... Shoulder/Arm/Wrist Injury(giving/receiving)... Rib Injury(giving/receiving)... Knee Injury(giving/receiving)... Jaw Injury(giving/receiving)... Bloodplay(giving/receiving)... Burns (giving/receiving)... Nails(giving)... Biting(giving/receiving)... Oral(giving)...Deep Throating(receiving)... Hair Pulling(giving/receiving)... Breath Control(giving/receiving)... Modern Setting... Fantasy Setting...~~~ Ask about any not mentioned ~~~



Walking off stage, the click of her heels was lost amid the sound of the music and the yells of drunk men. The heels laced up half way up her calves to tie just below her knee and they were nearly the only clothing left o n her body. Bending over to pick her blouse, bra and skirt, another round of shouts went up. Ignoring the call for an encore she pulled on her satin rob and headed for her room.
In the back hallway she spotted Don, escorting a young gentleman to one of the rooms further down the hall. Some of the other women did not mind earning extra money on the side. Coming to her door she unlocked it and waited in the hallway as Don came toward her. Christelle left him with his usual message that she was not looking for extracurricular activities. By now he knew she did not see private clients but she reminded him every night.
Shutting the door softly she clicked the lock into place. She dropped her clothes on the table next to the door and moved to her bed. Halfway across the room she dropped the rob to the floor. Picking up the shirt on the bed, she pulled it over her head. She didn't seem to notice it just covered her breast. Another moment and she was pulling a small skirt up over the curves of her hips. Christelle did not bother unlacing her heels.
Dropping on to her bed she dug underneath the mattress for her the bag. Taking two pills out, she shoved the bag back in place. She swallowed the pills quickly laying back on the bed. It was only a matter of minutes before the pills took effect. Christelle was not aware of time passage but at some point she heard a knock. Rolling off her back she stared blankly at the door thinking it had to be her imagination.
“... knock knock.... Christelle... sweetheart.... You have a visitor..... Christelle....”
Watching the door open she could hardly believe it when Don stuck his head in the door. Blinking several times she thought she must be dreaming. He knew she did not take visitors or guest. It was an effort to sit up, swinging her legs off of the side of the bed. She was just about to tell Don to go away when he stepped back and let a stranger past. “... I... don't take... visitors.... I am sorry.... You will have to.... talk.... to one of the other girls.... ”