Author's Note: Sexual innuendo's galore! Kind of. I don't know. Once I write something, I never re-read it unless someone(MUSE) tells me that I made a mistake. I just have to say...if I had a boyfriend who was a porn star, I'd be a little pissed off if he brought me to one of his...photo shoots or some scene that included him and several women. Why did I make Cian a porn star? If I remember correctly, I went to Las Vegas recently and they had the Thunder from Down Under and Chippendale's. They're strippers, I know, but then I figures, aren't all strippers porno stars? So I just combined the two. And yes, in future chapters...Cian will display his...stripping abilities.

As soon as Aaron arrived, the two vampire began to converse in that same, other-worldly language. All Lisa could do was look from one man to the other and occasionally she would hear her name. After about a ten minute harangue from Cian, Aaron had said something that was abrupt and, possibly, to the point which had Cian quiet for a few seconds. Then both vampires cracked a smile and they laughed. Aaron said farewell to Lisa and was gone.
�What was that about?�
�Nothing. We were speculation about what the studios would say about you.� Cian answered. He walked in and out of rooms, making sure everything was in order and offered his hand to Lisa, who hadn�t moved where he left her.
�Why would the studious care about me? Let alone say about me.�
�Adult stars don�t usually have...girlfriends.� Cian said. �And as for someone of my status, it is like a taboo.�
Lisa still took his offered hand. �Hey, you�re the one that said you�d give up everything for me. I never told you to do any of that shit.�
�I know. And I meant every word. If they can�t handle you being with me, then I guess they�ll lose one of their biggest-excuse the pun, stars.�
The witch did take the vampire�s hand and she was pulled into his embrace. They looked at each other from only a few inches away and they kissed. Cian felt her soften in his arms while he hardened against hers. Knowing better than to have her get dressed then undress her again, he pulled away and brought her to the elevators.
�Where are we going first?� Lisa asked, comforted that he was blocking her view of the outside.
Cian pulled on a pair of the darkest tinted glasses she had ever seen. �Well, I do have a photo shoot in about an hour. Then I have a lunch meeting with my agent and a few studio stiffs, have a bit of a consultation meeting with a company who mass produces models of my cock, and a dinner date with one of my co-stars.�
Of all that, Lisa had only heard �dinner date with one of my co-stars.� She looked at him, feeling the spark of jealousy slowly begin to become a conflagration. �Dinner?�
�No worries, darling.� Cian said, knowing the light of jealousy in her eyes. �She�s married and she�s into women, not men. She�ll be bringing her wife with her.�
Lisa pretended to scratch her nose while hiding the wide smile on her face. She coughed and cleared her throat, but when she looked up at Cian, he was smiling with her. They both laughed over the ridiculousness of her jealousy and he gave her another kiss.
�You are too precious, darling.�
There was a limo waiting with Aaron already on the phone with Cian�s agent. He waved at Cian and handed him the limo�s phone, pressing a few select buttons and waiting until Cian picked up. There was a three-way conference and Lisa was, once again, left out of the conversation.
On the drive to, wherever the hell they were going, Lisa looked out the window, pinning each person that passed her window as witch, vampire, or lycanthrope. One thing surprised her was the amount of vampires who were out so early in the morning. Maybe not for long, but they were out and shopping like humans. There were truly a few young vampires that could withstand the sun. It was a widely known fact that only masters, those under their protection, and vampires old enough, say about three thousand years old or older, that could walk freely in the daylight. Other vampires simply burned. She turned back to Cian and Aaron, though she couldn�t estimate their age, she could assume that they were both old enough or they were masters.
Cian put down the phone, rubbing the bridge of his nose. He turned to Lisa and noticed her sudden, intense gaze. He spoke quickly to Aaron and leaned over her. �Is something the matter?�
�No.� Lisa shook her head, meeting his eyes. �I was just wondering how old you were.�
�Me?� Cian smiled, running his hand over the side of her face. �I�m about...three hundred.�
That galled a little. Most masters were at least five hundred. At least, from her experience. No vampire she had ever known of, even the coveted Vlad Dracula, become a master until he was five hundred and every century he lived, he became stronger and stronger. How was Cian different?
�That look of astonishment says you don�t believe me.� Cian commented mildly.
�Well, most vampires aren�t masters until five hundred.� Lisa answered. �You saying you�re three hundred and a master is kind of...appalling.�
�How did you know I was a master?� Cian asked, voice softening.
�I knew that the moment I saw you.�
�So, you know what I am and that I am a master, yet, you do not know my true age?�
�You got it.�
Cian laughed, the tension leaving the spaces of the vehicle. He pointed at Aaron, not accusingly, but to include him in the conversation. �He�s just about...six hundred. Three hundred years separate us.�
�Interesting.� Lisa murmured.
�We�re here.� Aaron announced. He peered outside and pulled on a pair of sunglasses. �Cian is the master and we are all protected under him. Though we are all masters ourselves.�
Lisa raised an eyebrow as she was helped out of the car. �You mean everyone under Cian is a master?�
The phrasing was oddly put and she looked to the master who was smiling at his lieutenant. She crossed her arms and rolled her eyes.
�You know what I mean, Cian.�
Cian chuckled and touched her arm, sliding his hand down to clasp her hand. �Yes, I know. But to answer your question, yes, my Clan is full of masters. I am the youngest master, but the more powerful. My father, you see, was a master in Ireland and France and it passed on to me.�
�Still doesn�t justify why-�
�I was born a master. Rare for our people.� Cian interrupted her. �In fact, I�m one of three that was born as a master in the whole vampire history.�
�Jesus...� Lisa breathed, the magnitude of his words hitting her all at once. She looked at him, how cocky and self-assured he was, and wondered why did he want her more than any other woman in the world. Now she was certain it wasn�t power. But what was it about her that he liked?
�You still have to get into wardrobe, Cian.� Aaron reminded him.
�I know, I know.� Cian answered. �Let�s go, darling.�
Lisa looked up at the building and faltered in her steps when she saw what she was walking into. The building was just about three stories with a large sixty-nine in the marquee. There were two buxom women on either side of the sign, big red lips and large blonde hair. They weren�t twins, but the size of their breasts said otherwise. The building was lined with old-fashioned peek-a-boo booths that acquiesced twenty-five scents and nude magazine stands that rivaled the Las Vegas strip. There were three people in front, all looking formal and surrounding Aaron just as he neared. Cian, on the other hand, pulled Lisa inside.
Inside was vastly different. There was a bar to the right, filled with patrons and paying men. A female bartender, wearing nothing but a smile, was mixing drinks and shaking her breasts for more tips. The other side was a row of booths for lap dances, some overfilled to the rim with women who were paid for their time. In the center was the stage and three walkways that went into the audience. At the end of each walkway was a pole, complete with a different woman, strutting and unclothing herself. On the main stage, there was two women, much like the ones on the board outside, who were...well...in a sixty-nine position.
�Ever been to a strip club, darling?� Cian was about to laugh, but he turned to his startled little love and became panicked. �Darling! Darling?�
Lisa�s eyes couldn�t take in all that she was seeing. Her mouth was slightly ajar and she couldn�t hear anything but the pounding of the music and the screams of the men. She turned to Cian and his worry snapped her back to reality.
�I�m sorry,� He answered. �You shouldn�t have come with me here.�
�No.� Lisa shook her head, keeping her head down. �I�d have to come here eventually, right? I mean...this is your scene.�
�You shouldn�t be subjugated to this, darling.� Cian whispered. �Do you want to go home?�
�No!� Lisa snarled. �I have to accept everything that you do or else...�
�Alright.� Cian answered, knowing where her thinking was going. He couldn�t bear her to finish that �or else� statement. He knew what that �or else� was going to lead to. She�d have to accept everything that he did or else they couldn�t be together. Just thinking it and he felt his anger rise. �It�s in the back. It doesn�t look so refutable, but I assure you, they are professionals.�
A man came from one of the booths, three men trailing him. He was middle-aged, somewhat handsome, but compared to Cian, he was mediocre, and wore a lime green suit that showed his chest hair in thick curls. He was tanned enough to be called orange and when he smiled, he showed them gold-capped teeth.
�Cian, nice of you to make it! Hey,� said the man, spotting Lisa. �Who�s this little pussy? I bet she can make a man beg for milk with those tits!�
Lisa�s eyes widened and she would have gutted the man, but the vampire hid her behind him. Cian snarled loudly enough to make the man back-away. �She�s my girlfriend, Joss.�
�Oh, ah, sorry about that. I...honestly...she�s pretty hot and, ah, I�m sorry. My mistake. She�s a lovely young woman.�
�Are we going through with the shoot or are you just here wasting my time?�
�Yeah, yeah! We�re going on with it. Girls?�
The three women moved away from Joss and advanced towards Cian. They were all slightly taller than Lisa, probably because of the heels, but they were wearing bikini bottoms, pasty�s on their breasts, and there was enough make-up on their face to convert to money in a third world country. They looked him over like a piece of merchandise, eyeing the area of his groin and licking their lips like they were going to do him for the rest of the morning. Something in Lisa�s snapped and she clenched her free hand, the spell to rip their silicone parts out was the first thing in her mind.
Cian felt the impending spell and took several steps back, shaking his head. He knew he was a jealous man, but he never knew how jealous Lisa could be until that moment. He looked at her and there was something of insane jealousy and undisputed, unadulterated violence in her eyes.
�I don�t need any help. I can dress myself. Where is the dressing room?�
Joss looked between the vampire and his girlfriend. Whatever passed between them, he should have respected. But he was human enough not to.
�Are you disrespecting my girls? They�re not good enough for you?�
�That�s not it. My girlfriend can become very jealous.�
�What the fuck?� Joss argued. �This is why men like you don�t have women. You�re suppose to be accessible. You�re suppose to be fuckable. Women like that can ruin your career.�
�Women like me?�
�Yeah, you pale, little cunt.�
Lisa wasn�t sure who moved first. She knew she took a step forward, but something passed through her and was pretty sure it was Cian. He moved like a black blur, hitting Joss squarely in the face, blood bursting like a balloon full of water. Then, just as Joss bounced up from the ground, or Cian�s power had lifted him, her fist connected with his face and she felt something give her an extra push. The sound was instantaneous as her fist hit flesh and the bones in his face gave way. Joss fell hard into the wall, creating an outline of his body. She turned and Cian stood like an imposing shadow, watching with grim apprehension. It was Aaron who was holding back the staff and women who were trying to help Joss.
Cian finally moved and glided to where Joss lay, his face broken in several places. �She was my choice, Joss. Don�t you ever question my decision again. I�ll do several photographs, to pay for your hospital bill, but until you respect me and mine, don�t bother calling me again.�
Aaron showed everyone a few hundred dollar bills and they calmed down. He glanced at Joss then attached himself to Cian�s side, speaking rapidly in Gaelic. Lisa looked down at Joss then looked at her own hand. Had Cian helped her with that last hit or was it Aaron? With masters, there was no telling what they could and couldn�t do.
Lisa followed after Cian and noticed he was undressing. She knew he didn�t need make-up because vampire glamour was a kind of make-up, but she didn�t see any clothes. Was he really going to do a nude photo shoot?
�Are you going to wear anything?� Aaron asked, mirroring Lisa�s concerns.
�My body is worth millions. Clothed, I�d say about ten per photo. Nude, double the price.�
Lisa felt herself get hot and she tried to focus on something around the room. However, the room was decorated in nude women and a few men, and they were all full frontal nudity. She rubbed her brow and glanced at Cian who had his back turned. Aaron, however, was doing fine, talking to Cian as if nudity wasn�t a problem. She wasn�t so surprised about that. They were probably lovers way back when.
Cian disappeared behind a veiled curtain and there was an uproar coming from the other room. Aaron was gone, probably smoothing over things with the photographer.
Lisa peered around the corner, glancing nervously at the lights and the white screen to the far wall. There were various women, some naked, some clothed, and all were looking at Cian who was giving commands. Only someone like him could give commands while naked and being stared at by every man and woman in a room. She couldn�t see him from where she stood, and maybe she was grateful, but she was more than adequately curious. She settled on a stool she found near the buffet table and picked at a large bowl of strawberries. She had a plateful by the time the lighting had been adjusted, the women had gotten their make-up and Cian was lying on his side, his hair wind-blow, his lips slightly red and parted, and his eyes a violet so light, they looked inhuman.
�Ladies, get in position!� cried the photographer. Before the women could get settled, he was already taking photographs of Cian, not even saying a word as Cian move in various positions, flaunting himself and looking what women wanted to see. A porn star.
Eating with slow apprehension, Lisa couldn�t help but look at Cian�s flaccid organ. Lax, he was still large, still imposing, and she was curious to see how much he could grow. She had seen a movie of him once, but the camera added ten pounds. And if that was anything to go by... She lowered her eyes, blushing, then looked up and found Cian watching her. She was in mid-bite, mouth open wide and she saw his manhood swell and pulse with need. She flicked her eyes nervously around to the other people, but they froze, watching him as he put shame to the phrase, �hung like a horse.�
�Are you going to take photos?� Cian asked, tearing his eyes away from Lisa and looked at the photographer. �Or do we have to do this another time?�
�I�ll take photos...� said the man. He looked at his assistant and mouthed the words, �huge.�
The women crawled over him, rubbing their bodies over him, flinging their hair over his body, his erect organ- being hidden by shadows and well-placed hands- and his face. They kissed him, ran their tongue�s over his nipples, placed their hands between their legs. All the while, Cian�s face was neutral, his eyes were solely on Lisa, his mind gone into the white static of nothing, just watching, waiting for Lisa to react.
Lisa put down the plate of strawberries and reached for a can of soda. She opened it, noticing that some people had given her impatient, impudent looks for making so much noise. She drank, her mind trying to figure out her feelings. She felt hot jealousy when those three women up front had come towards Cian. She hated the way they looked at him, hated the way their minds worked to get him into bed. She hated knowing that he was being used, whether for pleasure or entertainment. And what about the women who were crawling over him now? She could see their eyes flickering down to his arousal, could see them �accidentally� brush over him, could almost see the cloud of lust over the women. She knew they couldn�t help it. All vampires, no matter what one said, were all sexual beings. They couldn�t help exuding sex, they were the very embodiment of passion and desire. Whether they were playing vampire politics or dealing with humans, the act of sex was always part of the arrangement.
She turned just as three of the women lay Cian over them, like he was some God, probably a Sex God, no doubt, and slid their hands over his torso, like they were reaching for his organ. Two other women had their arms over his torso, like a crisscross of arms, and had their mouths open, looking up at the camera. They were a large pile of flesh and in one moment they could go from posing to sex.
She didn�t want to see her own-dare she say it?- boyfriend, having sex with strange women, though being an infamous porn star said otherwise. She wanted to leave because her comfort level had gone out the door. If anyone was going to have sex with Cian, it should have been her, but she was a virgin in every sense of the word. She wouldn�t know what to do with him even if he threw her on the floor right now. She looked around the room and decided this was as much as she could handle. She could take the photographs and the women, but she wouldn�t be able to tolerate the women giving her vampire a blow-job or hand-job while she watched like the happy little homemaker.
�We�re finished.� Cian said over the camera�s shutter opening and closing. Everyone had gotten quiet and the women looked put-out. The vampire rose to his feet and sauntered over to where Lisa sat, watching her eyes widen and flicker up and down his body. But he could feel her discomfort like tiny little bugs crawling over him. He hated the feeling and he hated it twice as much when it was coming from the woman who meant so much more to him than a damn photo.
�But I still have a full roll of film left...�
�You get what you have.� Cian growled. He put his arms on either side of Lisa�s head, bracing himself against the wall behind her and leaned over her, caressing her face with his. �I�m sorry I put you through this.�
�It�s okay.�
�No, it�s not.� Cian shook his head and noticed everyone was watching them. �Get out. All of you.�