Riley And The Dime Girl
by Jonny
Riley sat, beer in hand, brooding at Willie's, the local vampire hangout. The wooden bartop was indented with what might have been fangmarks and smoke hung in the air like the gloom that filled his mind. He had come here tonight fleeing from the helplessness and inadequacy he always ended up feeling when his girlfriend, Buffy, didn't need or want him around. The idea was to get a little drunk and kill a few vampires and soothe his macho pride. In the worst case, he would be killed and then maybe Buffy would miss him.
After four fast beers, he was mostly just moping, almost forgetting the stake strapped to his ankle. Down the bar from him, a shapely brunette had been giving him the eye for about the past hour, trying in vain to catch his attention. She was a lovely creature, with deep dark eyes, pale skin, and full red lips. She was also a vampire; Riley knew this because all of the girls at Willie's were either vampires or really foolish tourists who would soon be dead or worse.
She slid up next to him at the bar. "Wanna dance, soldier boy?", she asked with a knowing smile.
"I'm not a soldier anymore, and I told you before, I don't associate with vampires.", Riley replied curtly. He was not in the mood for flirting games, much less with a cold-blooded killer. He glanced sideways at her, his Initiative-trained mind almost automatically assessing that: A) she was indeed a vampire, B) she was not an immediate threat, and C) that she was quite fetching in a predatory sort of way.
"I used to dance all night long for a dime a dance, back during the big war. This area was always full of servicemen back then: G.I.'s headed one way and sailors headed the other. Such brave, young men going off to fight and die for their country. The boy you danced with one week might very easily be dead the next week. I had dozens of penpals, mostly sailors. Sailors were fun. Soldiers were dangerous. You remind me of a soldier I knew back then."
"Maybe my grandpa. He fought in World War Two." As he spoke, Riley's beer-fogged mind fought to remember that this was not a girl he was talking to, this was a demon. As he gazed into her deep brown eyes, his pulse quickened as he felt the compelling physical attraction this woman directed toward him.
"Couldn't have been.", She smiled sadly. "My soldier caught a bullet during the Battle of the Bulge. We were engaged to be married."
"I'm sorry." Riley said awkwardly.
"It's okay, soldier boy," she smiled, "that was a whole lifetime ago. You just remind me of him, that's all...tall, handsome, farmboy type." Riley smiled and took a long pull off his beer to cover up the blush he felt trying to start. She continued as if she didn't notice the effect she was having on him. "After I found out that he had died, I was kind of reckless for a while. That's when, well, when my life changed."
"When you were turned, you mean? When you became a vampire?" Riley expected his guard to come back up, but his natural instincts were not cooperating. This woman fascinated his dulled mind and his body was responding to her subconscious signals with a will of its own.
"Yes," she said directly, breaking eye contact for a moment, and then staring intently into his eyes again. "No more pain, no more loss, no more worrying about catching VD." she smirked.
Riley smiled again despite himself. He ordered himself another beer and bought her a fresh drink as well. His mood had improved greatly in the last half hour, and between the alcohol and the intoxicating female next to him, he felt almost giddy as she slid closer to him at the bar. She was wearing a stylishly cut leather jacket and miniskirt with a tight-fitting white sweater and knee-length black boots. Her breasts were full and firm, her waist trim and her legs long and shapely. She even smelled good, which is no small feat for a dead person. As she reached past Riley to grab an ashtray, her hand brushed his arm and the contact set Riley's nerves to ringing almost like an electrical shock.
"Why do vampires smoke?", Riley asked her, a goofy smile on his face.
"So that we have a reason to breathe.". she jokingly replied.
She turned to face him and her thigh brushed his, lighting a fire that burned toward the center of his maleness. His breath quickened and his heart began to pound in his chest as his cock started to involuntarily grow inside his pants. He tried to clear his head by drawing a deep breath, but all he succeeded in doing was to draw more of her tantalizing scent into his lungs. His head was swimming as she gazed deeply into his eyes. He broke the hypnotizing eye contact but his disobedient eyes locked instead on her full breasts before glancing down at the firm thighs revealed by her short skirt. He turned toward the bar looking for an escape and found his beer. As he grabbed it and toook a long pull, her hand casually slid to his thigh and lightly squeezed the head of his rapidly hardening dick. He gasped involuntarily, nearly choking on his beer. She leaned in close to his ear and whispered, "There's a room in the back where we can be alone."
The alarm bells finally began to ring in Riley's dulled brain. "Alone? With a vampire?", he muttered. Riley might have had a death wish, but he wasn't stupid.
"Relax, soldier boy.", she crooned as she brushed her hand against his cheek. "My skin is warm because I've already...fed. I want to be alone with you because I want you. For sex. For old times' sake." Riley's better judgement retreated before the rush of hormones and skillfully stroked emotions. He felt a flood of uncontrollable feelings at the notion of someone wanting him just for him.
Later on, he couldn't even remember how he ended up in the dirty back room of the bar, just that he was there with this incredible woman kissing him with her cool lips as her hot hands explored his back and kneaded his hard muscular runner's ass. The cool-headed Initiative soldier's voice in the back of his head was thoroughly drowned out by the sounds of blood rushing to his head and air frantically being drawn into his lungs. He trembled as her nimble fingers moved to the crotch of his pants and deftly unbuttoned the fly of his jeans. His large, thick rod immediately sprang free from his white cotton boxer shorts and her warm fingers grasped him firmly. The vampire was drawn to the hot blood pumping into his manhood and she bent down to take its head into her wet, seeking mouth. Riley moaned as a drop of his essence oozed out into her mouth. She stroked him in and out between her lips a few times before standing to pull him into her leather clad embrace.
The soft smooth leather felt cool against his hot throbbing cock, and he was compelled to squeeze her tight bottoom against him. His hands roamed over and under her leather jacket, finally coming to rest on her firm erect breasts. Her nipples hardened under his rough fingers and she clutched him to her even more tightly. She grasped his shoulders and pulled herself up to wrap her legs around his hips. His hands strayed down to slide her tight skirt further up, baring her nakedness to his suprise and delight. She positioned his hardness under her wet softness and slowly slid down to embrace him fully. He gasped at her cool embrace and wrapped one arm around her shoulders to thrust urgently deeper into her. She gasped and moaned and he moved his free hand to stroke her body.
As he reached for her lovely chest, his hand brushed against the warm pocket of her leather jacket. His mind not registering, his fingers dipped into the pocket briefly to find a warm object. A hand warmer? His hand proceeded to stroke the tight tips of her breasts as his body continued to strain against hers. She threw her head back and groaned wildly as she started to climax. The rhythmic contractions in her belly finally brought him to his own orgasm and he moaned in unison with her.
Unable to restrain herself any longer, the demon manifested as her pretty face contorted into a vampiric snarl. Her canines lengthened into fangs and she swung forward, biting him on the skin over his jugular vein. Riley, still pumping his warm semen into her cold womb, was shocked and excited by the burst of pain and fear that rushed through him. His trained reflexes took over as his free hand deftly grasped the stake still strapped to his ankle. He pulled it up behind her back as his blood started to flow into the vampire's mouth. By instinct, he positioned the wooden stake behind the demon's heart and pulled her to him with it in a last embrace.
In the moment before she died, She pulled her face back and looked deeply into his eyes one more time. Riley could never be sure, but he always thought later that the last expression on her face was not one of shock or pain or anger, but rather one of deep, old regret. Her body dissolved into dust and ashes which settled on the floor and on his still hard cock.
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