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Subject: {ASSM} "Reservations" [Dancer] (MF caution)
Date: Mon,  5 Nov 2001 02:10:08 -0500
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Editor's Note: This is a story that Dancer wrote some time after
"Man Next Door"; it ties in...eventually - bear with us, it's
worth the trip.:)  Oh, and I gave "caution" for surprise effect
as much as warning - there's some potential 'squicks', but a full
list appears at the start of the attachment if you're worried.

I tried to get this whole series out in time for Halloween, but
life happens; it's close enough...

Anyway: 18 or younger; scram. People easily upset; read at your
own risk & we disclaim any responsiblity for any that happens if
you do.:) Everyone else; enjoy privately (Bern Convention on
copyrights applies)

Email opinions/kudos/criticism to <Empath69@hotmail.com>


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Reservations (M+F, MF, magic, reluc, anal)

Copyright Dancer 2001


"Carver Video Emporium, how can I help you?" Dan answered and
settled the telephone receiver between his ear and shoulder, pen
in hand.

"What movies did you get in today? Anything scary?" a girlish
voice asked. Dan checked the list next to the phone of the videos
being released today and read the titles. "'13 Days'. What's that
about?"

"The Cuban missile crisis in 1961 with Kevin Costner."

She chuckled, "Can't the man leave the Kennedys alone for one
movie?" Dan grinned at the wry humor. "Well, thanks. I'll stop in
later. Bye."

"You're welcome." He hung up the phone and turned at the tap on
his shoulder.

"You forgot 'Sea of Evil'," Paul said.

Dan shook his head. "Sorry, but it's not written down."

"I'll pull it for her." Paul walked out from behind the counter
and pulled the video box off the shelf.

"How did you know it was a woman who called?" Dan asked, leaning
his elbows on the counter.

Paul showed his watch, saying, "It's nine-fifty. April Raider
always calls at ten to ten, asks if we got any new horror movies
in and reserves something. She didn't want anything?" Dan told
his co-worker no, watching him shrug his shoulders. "Hmm, weird.
Oh well. Are you ready for the stampede?"

"Do I have a choice?" Dan tugged the store's keys from his pocket
as he went up a short flight of stairs and unlocked the double
doors. The people waiting outside nearly trampled him as they
rushed in to rent the latest videos. Paul manned the computerized
cash register while Dan exchanged the movie boxes for the plastic
encased tapes. The rush was only ten people but they all had at
least five or six movies to rent because it was dollar day - rent
any movie for a dollar. Dan brought another four tapes up from
the back for Paul to check out when he saw a very cute, petite,
blonde woman sashay past the counter, her ponytail bouncing and
swinging playfully across her shoulders. He caught her eye and
smiled slightly and she returned it with a wave of a hand. "Who's
that?" he asked Paul quickly before getting the next customer's
movies.

"That's April, the one who called earlier."

"She's really cute." Dan got the movies and placed them on the
counter, keeping his eyes covertly on April. Paul rented to the
last man in line and now it was only April in the store with
them, carefully scanning the shelves.

"Hey April," Paul hollered. "'Sea of Evil' came out today if
that's what you're looking for." She sauntered over with one box
in her hand and set it on the counter.

Holding out a hand, she said, "Let me see the back." Paul handed
it to her and she quickly skimmed the plot line typed upon the
back. "Sounds totally cheesy but it does have Randy Farquette.
What a hunk! I'll take it." Dan grabbed the boxes and started to
go in the back but Paul stopped him.

"I'll get these. You can do the register." Dan groaned. "You have
to learn sometime," Paul informed him, hitting his back with the
plastic cases containing April's videos.

"Oh, do you guys rent DVDs yet?" she asked Paul.

"I dunno. Why?"

"I just bought a DVD player and I want to try it out. But the
only place I can rent the disks is the adult book store
downtown," April explained, handing her two dollars over to Dan
and taking the tapes from Paul, who said he'd mention it to Mr.
Carver. "Back by five tomorrow, I know. See you guys later!" She
flashed the two men a grin and bounded up the stairs.

                *               *               *

Paul stood before the massive oak desk with his thumbs hooked in
the belt loops of his pants. The older gentleman seated behind
the desk steepled his fingers and asked in a husky voice, "April
was in today, yes?"

"Yes Mr. Carver. She mentioned buying a DVD player and asked if
we would be renting the disks," Paul replied.

The man nodded thoughtfully. "Yes, a good investment. I will see
to it later this evening." Carver clasped the arms of his black
leather chair and stood. He walked around to the front of his
desk and perched a well-muscled thigh on one corner. "How is Dan
working out? Will he be a problem?"

"I think he's capable of doing the work," Paul hedged, staring at
a distant spot beyond his boss' right shoulder.

"Is there more I should know, Paul?"

"Dan said he thought April was cute. Really cute."

"A man cannot be condemned for speaking the truth," Carver
muttered, his voice sounding far away. "Although, adorable would
have been a better description of her beauty. Or even lovely.
What say you?" His golden eyes bored into Paul's soul and he
laughed loudly at what he saw. "Paul, my dear boy, radiant is
something I thought never to see again. Come, I wish for you to
watch over her tonight and let me see through your eyes how my
love fares."

                *               *               *

April paused the movie and tossed the remote control onto the
cushion next to her. She got to her feet, padded across the small
apartment and answered the insistent knocking on her door. "Paul,
what are you doing here?" she asked.

"I have a present for you," he told her, brushing his dry mouth
against her right cheek.

"What kind of present?"

"Me," he replied, waggling his black eyebrows and shifting his
attentions to her sweet lips. They kissed with open mouths for
several minutes, and then Paul moved his mouth down to the side
of her neck and nipped lightly. Pushing her backwards, he stepped
inside and closed the door. The automatic deadbolt locked.

"Are you-stop chewing on my neck! I can't think when you do
that!" April gave him a shove away. "Are you going to change like
you did last time?"

"I don't know," he replied softly. "Maybe. He's with me right
now, looking at you through my eyes." His chocolate brown eyes
lightened to a tawny color as proof of his words and she wrapped
her arms around his waist.

"Can he hear what we're saying, too?"

"Probably. Does it matter?"

She blushed. "I feel like I'm some porn actress or something,
knowing there's another man watching me have sex." Her hands
lowered and fondled his butt, squeezing and kneading the taut
globes. "Can he feel when I touch you? When I suck you off? When
you're cumming deep inside my hot pussy? Does he like it when I
talk dirty to you? Does it get him so hard and hot that he wishes
he could be the one fucking me, to hear me scream his name when I
cum?" She licked her pinkish tongue along his throat and nipped
her teeth at the healed puncture marks.

"April, you're playing with fire," Paul moaned, bending his head
to the left. He rocked his heavy arousal against her belly and
almost shot his load when she finally sank her teeth into his
bruised flesh. "He's here, hovering outside the window in the
bedroom," he whispered and pulled her lips from his neck. "Go. He
doesn't like to be kept waiting." April gave Paul one last kiss
before leaving him. She walked trance-like into her bedroom and
tugged the window sash open so her new lover could enter. She
held a hand out to him, helping him inside.

"My love," he whispered and touched his cold lips to her
knuckles.

"Ansel," she demurred, unable to look at anything but his
lionesque eyes. "What about Paul?"

"He is still useful to me." He cupped her upper arms gently and
seated her upon the bed. "Ready yourself, April. I will be but a
moment." She nodded her head slowly and started undressing while
Ansel left to speak to Paul. He came into the living room and
beckoned Paul to his side. "You have done well, my boy, and
deserve to be rewarded. I grant you leave to take April whenever
you desire but know this, her pretty little pussy is for my use
and mine alone."

"Yes Mr. Carver, of course," Paul answered graciously.

Carver gripped the younger man's shoulder painfully, saying with
a brittle smile, "Remember Paul, I can take eternal life as well
as give it and I *will* know if you disobey me."

"Yes sir. I swear not to abuse this privilege."

"Good," Ansel replied, loosening his fingers. "You may begin
tonight. I wish for my love to have an extremely pleasurable
experience with...us." A male look passed between them of
understanding. The two men returned to the bedroom and found an
unclothed April awaiting them, sprawled wantonly across her silky
bed sheets. She stared at Paul as he undressed and Carver used
his power to make her turn her blue eyes to him. "You will always
look at me, my love, and no other when we are together," he
purred, removing his dark clothing. The centuries of vampiric
power caught her attention but the sight of his thick cock kept
it. April licked her lips and crooked a finger, parting her
thighs in invitation to him. "Not yet. Paul must begin first."

Taking the verbal cue, Paul seated himself behind April and
gestured for her to get on her hands and knees. She did this and
felt the soothing coolness of a cream against her puckered
rosebud, Paul easing a coated finger inside her rectum. The digit
thickly lubricated the snug channel causing her to wiggle her ass
with anticipation. She bit her bottom lip when he pushed his
glans against her hole, felt the tip's ridge pop past her
sphincter and relaxed. He palmed her breasts and drew her
backwards, his straining cock slipping further into her ass as
she sat down. Resting himself along the headboard, Paul shifted
his hands down to her knees and spread her legs wide. With her
pussy fully exposed, Ansel crawled onto the mattress and quickly
sheathed his turgid prick inside.

April mouth fell open and she clawed at Ansel's chest, her body
shaking all over with orgasmic release. Paul tightly griped her
shoulders while Carver captured one rosy nipple between his lips
and sucked the nubbin fiercely. His head was tilted to one side
and April bent her face to the pale flesh, biting down hard. The
hold on her nipple slackened, Ansel gasping at the erupting
sensations of a mortal biting his throat and his cock pumping
semen in her cunt. Paul's connection with the eternal caused him
to cum also. Ansel recovered first and growled into her ear,
"Naughty minx. I had hoped to plow you once before spilling my
seed."

"I couldn't help it," she sighed, fisting his hair tightly. "I
love having two cocks inside me at once. It makes me feel so
deliciously wicked." Ansel dug his fingers into the padded flesh
of her hips and lifted her up and down, fucking her asshole with
Paul's rod. April fell forward whimpering, sinking her incisors
into the patch of skin behind his right ear.

"Like to bite, do you? So do I." He grazed his prominent canines
along her neck from ear to shoulder and back again. He met Paul's
gaze and winked. The other man chomped firmly on the left side of
her neck, feeling through the membrane separating him from his
boss her tasty cunt spasming. "Yesss," he hissed. "Come for me,
love. Come only for me." The heat from her clenching pussy
branded his icy shaft and he longed to drink her blood, to make
her like him. Paul grunted and smothered his cry of release with
her shoulder, shooting a second load of cock cream deeply in her
colon. Ansel raised April up and tugged her hips until the human
prick slipped from her body. He laid her next to Paul and started
thrusting himself hard and fast in and out of her slick slit.

Carver rested her legs against his broad shoulders and cupped her
pert tits, tweaking the tips erratically. He brought his mouth to
hers and mimicked with his tongue in her mouth what his prick did
in her pussy. For a third time she climaxed, sucking his tongue
briskly and nearly jerking it from its tethering. She wiggled and
squirmed beneath him, chafing her swollen cunt lips along his
wiry crotch hairs. April freed his tongue and panted ooohs and
ahhs against his lips.

                *               *               *

"May I have a drink of water?" I rasped.

"Certainly," the vampire replied, lifting the full tumbler of
liquid to his bloody lips and drinking. He approached me and
pressed his mouth to mine, dribbling the water across my lips. I
opened up and drank the little he offered, flicking my thick
tongue over his lips in search of more. I saw his throat muscles
work, swallowing it down. "You tell an excellent tale," he
whispered a hairswidth above my chapped lips. "But I think even a
great writer such as yourself can improve your narrative with the
proper incentive."

I rattled the chains imprisoning me to the beast's berth and
cried, "What better incentive do I need besides saving myass?!?"

He cocked a slender, dark brow and cast me a knowing look. "I'm
not interested in your ass but I can be persuaded in that
direction, if you so desire." I growled my disgust and faced away
from him, only to feel his hand grip my chin and turn it back. He
brought the glass to my bottom lip and tipped it up. Some of the
water spilled as I drank and streamed down my dirty neck. "I
thought you might like to bathe," he said, setting the now empty
glass on the nightstand beside the bed. "You've been with me for
a week and I'm sure you must feel filthy and unclean."

"You would know!" I retorted. He chuckled and brushed the matted
strands of brown hair away from my cheek.

"I like you Grace. I enjoy our verbal sparring and how you can
hate a man who makes you scream with pleasure. You call me the
vilest names and damn me to hell until I put my cock inside your
body. Then you coo so sweetly, begging and pleading for me to
fuck you without mercy." I squeezed my eyes shut tight, knowing
he was absolutely right. His fingers touched my mound and toyed
with the wetness seeping out between my labia. His breath was hot
against my face as he said, "Tell me you want me. Beg me prettily
and I'll release your hands from the manacles."

"No," I whimpered, trying to stop myself from bucking against his
hand.

"No? No, you don't want me?" He kissed my cheek. "No, you won't
beg?" He kissed the corner of my mouth. "Or no, you don't want
your hands free?" He kissed my lips lightly and lapped at the
seam. "It doesn't matter. I'll fuck you regardless and you'll be
wanting it eventually. But hearing you say the words makes me
feel less of the monster I am."

"Cut it out Slade!" I yelled. "The minute I give in, you'll drink
my blood because you get off on me refusing you at the start and
capitulating in the end!" His gaze narrowed and he rammed his
fingers harshly in my pussy. I choked back a cry of shock as he
feverishly thrust the digits out and in and rubbed my distended
clit with his thumb. Tears trickled down my face as I planted my
feet on the mattress and jerked my hips against his hand.

Suddenly, the fingers withdrew and were replaced with Slade's
engorged member. He caught my lust-filled gaze with his
hypnotizing eyes. He reached up and tore the manacles apart,
freeing my hands. I used them, raking the broken nails across his
back and gouging the pale skin. "Yes, my little captive. Hurt me.
Make me feel." He grabbed my left knee and shoved it flat against
my chest, opening my cunt walls in a different way and callously
fucking the quivering channel. Pinning my other leg to the
bedding, he crushed his mouth to mine and forced his tongue
inside the moist cavern. I seized his neck in my hands and
strangled the breath from his body. He gargled a howl and I felt
his sticky cum fill my clenching pussy and dribble along my ass
crack. A high-pitched, kittenish shriek poured out my mouth and
echoed loudly in his skull as I climaxed.

I cradled his head with my palms, letting him suck in much-needed
air. Our bodies were drenched with sweat and he slid out and off
me, throwing an arm over his face and panting as he lay next to
me. I caressed his slick chest, moaning, "Finally, I can touch
you." I did just that, stroking his heated torso and fondling the
flaccid penis lying in the nest of black curls.

Slade hummed low in his throat and muttered, "Will you ever get
enough of my cock?"

"Not in this lifetime," I shot back playfully and kneeled between
his thighs. "You mentioned bathing..." I reminded him, watching
him look down at me as I snaked my tongue along his shaft. After
I licked him to another erection, I straddled his waist with my
back to him and wriggled my soaked cunt up to his face. The
moment he touched his lingual muscle to the dripping hole I
realized I cared about the blood-sucking bastard without
reservation. God, what would my mother say? <wink>


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