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               {ASSM} Vampyre Daze Chapter 13 of 50
                 [Yotna El'toub] (FF, MC)
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WARNING: This story will contain situations and explicit language of an 
adult nature and should be read only by those of a legal age to do so. If 
you are a minor or object to stories of an adult nature, LEAVE HERE 
IMMEDIATELY. Legal age local to the author is 18+ please abide to your own 
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Please note and understand the content codes for this story. The characters 
portrayed in this story are just that, characters in my story. Any 
similarities to real people are purely coincidental and unintentional. The 
characters and situations portrayed are pure fantasy; the author is keen to 
state that in reality adult sexuality should remain only in the adult world.

Please do not allow or cause this story to fall in to the hands of minors.
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Chapter Thirteen: To Throw Away the Dearest Thing


Julian cleared his desk and organised his cover, getting a locum at short 
notice was always a hassle. He sat at his desk and considered what was to 
come. He had to admit, at least to himself, that this was only because of 
Jolene. Even if Rachael was his patient, and Virginia a respected colleague, 
he wouldn't have risked his career on a jaunt like this. But Jolene, that 
was different, he loved her. She was so refreshing and so damn sexy, she 
wore him out. She took years off him, and made him realise that he had 
become old and staid before his time.

He shook his head in amazement and stood up, here he was, a pillar of the 
community and he was about to give an escaped prisoner a lift to a pop 
concert. It beggared belief, it really did.

Jolene hovered by the lace curtains, waiting for a glimpse of Julian's Ford 
Galaxy. The curtains fell back and she raced into her hallway.

"He's here guys, Fizz has arrived!" she shouted.

Upstairs, Jeff turned and groaned.

"Fuckin' yippee, the doc's arrived."

"Come on Jeff, cheer up, I don't want to listen to you two bicker all the 
way to Bristol," Janet warned.

Jeff shrugged and left the bedroom. Janet turned towards Leanne and rolled 
her eyes with a meaningful look.

"Just bloody big kids they are," Leanne added.

Before long they were all loaded up, and the motley crew headed off. Julian 
pointed the car north, and the adventure began.

"So where are we staying, Jo?" Fizz asked.

"Hang on," Jolene rummaged through her bag, "here we are, the Westbourne 
Hotel Clifton. Jeff booked it on the internet."

"Oh Jeff booked it, let's hope it exists then, it could be a figment of his 
imagination," Fizz laughed.

"Oh it exists Fizz, look I have a picture," Jolene waved the print-out 
around.

"Fuck you Fizzle, the hotel's fine. Let's hope you can get us there in one 
piece," snarled Jeff.

"Dr Fazakerly to you, Contadino."

"Please, Fizz, Jeff, leave it, we have a long journey," Janet groaned.

Leanne and Jolene immediately backed up Janet's plea. Silence enveloped the 
car. Finally Jeff spoke up.

"I'm sorry Fizz, let's bury the hatchet, this is about the kids, not us."

"OK," Fizz agreed, "let's just hope we can find them."

"Amen to that," said Jeff.


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At the same time, a small convoy prepared to leave the Bath Spa Hotel for 
the short journey to Bristols' Frogmore Street. Maldea rallied the troops, 
and soon she stood central to a cluster of women.

"OK, it looks as if we are all here, but just in case, let's just sound 
off!"

"Maldea", "Lalo", "Cath", "Rachael", "Pearl", "Virginia", "Ellie", "Pam", 
"Anna", "Sylvie", "Macy", "Ali", "Jolene" "and me, Manda!"

"Good, fourteen of us plus our friendly cops Helen and Lorna, OK let's hit 
the road ladies, rock and roll waits for no one!" Shouted Maldea.

"Not even us?" Came a mocking voice from the other side of reception.

Thirty two pairs of curious eyes scanned towards the speaker. The willowy 
blonde stood with her entourage of slaves. Her appearance was stunning; she 
wore a leather cat suit, all black, and the front was spilt to the waist. 
Her jutting breasts sat high on a slim ribcage that swept up to a long 
elegant neck. Cascading blonde frizzy hair framed a face that was savage in 
its chiselled beauty. A playful, but deeply sensuous smile widened as it saw 
both recognition and fear in Maldea's eyes.

Maldea fell instantly to one knee, and indicated for the others to follow 
suit.

"Mika, Wampyr mistress, you honour us with your presence," said Maldea, as 
her eyes lowered to the floor.

"Indeed I do, and you are sensible enough not to ask why," Mika laughed.

"My consort's, Lesley, my feline beauty, she's my oldest and most reviled 
lover. This slut is Rochelle, my newest and most debased slave," Mika drew 
in her breath, "but I am here on a mission, I have come to replace Margit, 
and lead "Les Bitches"..."

"No, my mother leads us, not you."

"Ah, Lalo, so you have not only inherited your mother's looks, but her 
foolish courage. I shall enjoy breaking you in..." Mika winked at the young 
woman, "Now tell her Maldea!"

Tears shone in Maldea's dark eyes as she turned to address her daughter.

"It will be as Mika commands, for she is Wampyr."

"Good, I also have a brand new song for our first UK appearance, so we 
better hurry to rehearsal," replied Mika.

Maldea rose, and her followers copied her, ensuring they nodded their 
respect to both Mika and her outlandish consorts. They parted to allow the 
three women lead them out to the car park. Respectful and silent, they 
followed the privileged trio.

Lorna hung back and whispered to Helen.

"What the fuck is a Wampyr?"

"I have no idea, but I get the impression you don't cross 'em," said Helen.

Lorna nodded her agreement silently as she walked with Helen.

'Just what the hell's going on here?' she wondered.

Helen just wondered how to get Mika to notice her; amongst this bevy of 
beauties, it would not be easy.

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Jim Mason whistled as he wheeled the boom box from the back of the Lorry.

"So who are this lot, Jim, you're old enough to know 'em," asked a skinny 
teenager who stood nearby.

"You're just a cheeky git Pete. It'll get you in trouble one day," Jim 
whistled low "these are the hottest chicks you'll ever see, but untouchable 
by the likes of us. Strict lezzies this lot."

"Oh, what like Tatu?" Pete asked.

"Shit no, this is the real deal, no pretence here. So that little pinkie of 
yours may get a stiffy, but it ain't goin' to get anything else," Jim 
chuckled.

"I have my ways, old man. I have my ways," Pete grinned.

"Ha! This lot will slice it off, and shove it where the sun don't shine, 
Pete. That they will."

The stage door slammed behind Jim, just as Pete raised two disrespectful 
fingers.

Pete swung around and was just about to scurry up the steps into the van, 
when a black limo pulled up. He slowed his stride as his eyes strained for a 
sight of the notorious band. As he gazed, a black window glided down and a 
vision of loveliness pulled a half smoked joint from her lips.

She looked his way, and then with an elegant flick of her wrist, threw her 
reefer past him and into the lorry's interior. It bounced once and settled 
on a pile of packaging, which ignited and flared up immediately. Even as 
Pete danced on the flames, crushing out their brief life he knew, he knew he 
had to have a slice of that. His being told him so, his need told him so, 
but most of all his hard-on pressing into his stomach told him so.

"Lesbians!" he muttered to no-one in particular, "we will see."

The sound check was almost complete when Mika walked onto the stage.

"This is a bit restrictive, are all stages in this chicken shit of a country 
this small?" she asked rhetorically.

Mika stalked out to the centre of the stage.

"Hey love, if you are going to sing, I need to mike you up," a sound 
engineer yelled.

"I am not, nor will I ever be, your love, pencil dick! Now take that toy and 
shove it up your ass, I am a singer!"

The engineer was just about to reply when Mika burst into song.
The very first note filled the auditorium with a full raucous rock sound.

"Girl you can feel it in your blood,
You can feel it in your bone,
Tonight's gonna be hot,
An' you won't be alone.

My lips will make you thirst,
And I will do my worst,
Coz before the night is done,
Girl you are gonna comeeeee.

You will wanna laze,
Yeah, you'll be in a haze,
So welcome my lover,
To the vampire dazeee,
Yeah, the vampire dazeee, dazeeeee!

Mika hit the top `C' perfectly, and held it beyond the point of exhaustion. 
She span on her heel and beamed at the rest of the band.

"Well what do you think, that's our new song, our anthem!"

A chorus of approval and whoops confirmed Mika's acceptance as the new front 
of Les Bitches.

The engineer turned to a colleague.

"Well she sure is a bitch, but that girl can sing, a-m-a-z-i-n-g!"
Then he noticed the dark stain on his colleague's jeans.

"Christ Joe, you are one sick man..."

Maldea took this opportunity to sidle up to Lalo whilst attention was 
elsewhere; she took her hand and pulled her into the smaller of the two 
dressing rooms.

"Listen, you stay well away from Mika, she is trouble. Do you understand me? 
She will strip you of your very soul," Maldea warned.

"But you said she was Wampyr, doesn't that mean..."

"It means nothing but pain where Mika is involved, she, rather he is insane 
with hatred!"

"He!"

"It's too long a story to tell you now. But you see that cat thing, the bald 
girl over there? Well, she was his girlfriend, and that is what loving Mike 
has done for her. She was pretty once, she was human."

"Mike?"

"Mike, Mika, its all the same, just keep away, OK, for me, Lalo, just for 
me."

Maldea froze as a cool hand clamped on her shoulder.

"Oh how cute, a mother and daughter bonding session," said Mika in a cold 
voice, "I so must bond with you too at some time, Lalo, sometime real soon."

Just as silently as she appeared, Mika flitted away, leaving Maldea 
trembling in front of her shocked daughter. Maldea motioned with a flick of 
her head that they should join the others. Silently Lalo complied.


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The hotel was small, but comfortable. Jeff finally cheered up a little, he 
felt sure that Maldea and Lalo were close. He even felt more certain that 
they would soon all be reunited.

Janet walked into the room, Jeff glanced towards her. Instantly the hairs on 
the back of his neck started to rise. He was transfixed by her; she seemed 
to glide in slow motion. Her breasts bounced enticingly, emphasising their 
fullness, coils of hanging hair, damp from the shower caressed her nipple to 
a deliciously full erection.

Jeff felt his erection unfurl in his trousers, but more strongly he felt 
something else, deja vue. He remembered this feeling; he had had it years 
ago as a young man in the streets of New York. He had felt this the very 
first time he laid eyes on Maldea. His orgasm came from nowhere, it drained 
him of fluids and energy, and he slumped side-wards onto the hotel bed. When 
he came to, Janet was gone, as were all her clothes. There could be no doubt 
now, it was all happening again.

As Janet made her way along the street, she was amused by the antics of the 
passers-by. Some just gaped at her open mouthed; others gave into their 
desire and openly masturbated as soon as they laid their eyes upon her. The 
cutest one was a youngish girl; she just simply stopped French kissing her 
boyfriend. Stood up and walked a few paces from the park bench, before 
dropping to her knees with her legs spread wide.

Her desperate hands shredded her Tee-shirt and exposed her young pert and as 
yet untanned breasts to the world. Her rampant hands flew down, and 
plundered the wetness hiding under her plaid skirt. Seconds later, she was 
shrouded in her boyfriend's jacket, who despite the encumbrance of his full 
erection, had managed to reach her and preserve whatever modesty she had 
left.

Janet just smiled demurely and walked on, ignoring the mayhem as best she 
could. It was just as well the venue was less than a mile from the hotel. 
Bristol shuddered into a masturbatory hiatus, but it was short lived and 
only local in effect. Of course, it would not be short lived for the women 
who had been touched, no for them, it would be life changing! They would 
soon find that only their own fingers and the fingers of other women could 
satisfy their new sexual passion.

Surreptitiously, Janet slid into Frogmore Street and along the side of the 
Carling Academy, around to the stage door. The slim blonde girl that met her 
there was striking, she was several inches shorter than Janet; but every 
part of her compact body was perfect. From the slim bare midriff to her pert 
small breasts, the girl was a pure pedigree. When she spoke, she spoke with 
a soft American edged German accent.

"I am Anna, guard what I am about to give you with your life, for it is most 
precious. Show it to no one. Most importantly, bring it with you to the gig 
tomorrow night and make sure you get in the balcony. We need you in the 
balcony."

"I don't have any tickets yet; can I be sure of getting balcony tickets?" 
Janet asked.

"Just have this with you, you won't need tickets," Anna pressed a small 
heavy object into Janet's trembling hand; it was sheathed in velvet. 
"Remember this too, it will not make sense now, but it will tomorrow, to 
both you and to Jeff. To throw away the dearest thing he owed, As 't were a 
careless trifle. Remember that well, my love. Good luck, Janet."

Anna stood on tiptoe, and pressed her damp lips against Janet's. Janet 
shuddered, as orgasm after orgasm ripped through her frame. When she opened 
her eyes, Anna was gone. Calmly Janet slid her hand under her skirt and slid 
down her soaked knickers. With a slight flourish, she flung them into a 
waste bin by the stage door. Unhindered by the soggy material, Janet quickly 
strode away.

Pete poked his head out of the shadows at the side pf the building. He 
shuddered as his hands completed the last couple of long strokes on his 
straining shaft. Semen splattered the wall and Pete's tattered jeans.

He leant back against the brickwork and sighed.

"Wicked!"


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Foot Notes (C) Yotna El'toub April 2005
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