On the Prowl

by PJ

"The Bronze is one of the best places to get a hot meal," said Sheila.

               "Isn't it kind of..conspicuous?" frowned Jean, tossing her long black hair

over her left shoulder.

               "Naw, lots of us hang out there," grinned Sheila, her eyes glowing faintly

with hunger.

               The two young women joined the long line of people waiting to enter the

Bronze.  Tonight was especially crowded, the line stretched down the length of

the wide alley all the way to the street and down a sidewalk.  Jean smoothed

down her short leather skirt, pursing her full lips to even out her bright

cherry red lipstick.  Sheila glanced briefly down at her own lithe form, the

black dress conforming to her feminine curves.  Jean sniffed the thick evening

air, enjoying the scent of the living humans all around her.  She licked her

lips, her eyes gleaming as the thirst for blood germinated within her body. 

The line moved quickly, and soon the two companions were inside the loud,

crowded club.  Ear shaking music blared from the live band at the far right of

the entrance.  Jean smiled with pleasure, letting the music roll over her body.

 She nodded her head in time to the beat, surveying all the attractive young

men prowling the club.

               Jean noticed the man almost immediately, her gaze drawn to his golden hair and

his bright grey eyes.  He wore faded jeans and a grey sweatshirt, his foot

tapping near the bottom of the tall stool he sat upon.  Several girls leaned

near his table, giggling at his remarks and flashing their pale cleavage at

him.  Jean smiled with anticipation, cutting through the crowd with feline

grace as she approached the blonde stranger.

               "Happy hunting," whispered Sheila, eyeing two high school girls who were

holding hands and licking each other's ears when they thought no one was

looking.

               "Hi," said Jean, brushing past one irate girl to stand next to the man's right

arm.

               "Hey yourself," grinned the man, sliding his gaze up and down Jean's nubile

form.

               "Mind if I sit down?"

               "Admission's free."

               The other two girls flirting with the man left in a huff, leaving the vampire

and the human alone with each other's company.

               "What's your name?" inquired the man.

               "Jean."

               "Mine's Andrew.  I haven't seen you here before, did you just come to

Sunnydale?"

               "Yeah, I moved in a few days ago.  Isn't this place a little.. juvenile for

you?"

               "I like younger women," chuckled Andrew lightly.  "What about you?"

               "I like eager young boys," purred Jean in the same tone.

               "You want a drink?"

               "I'd love one," smiled Jean, glancing at Andrew's pounding neck veins.  "How

about a beer?"

               "I don't think they serve alcohol here.  I'll try to get some sodas," replied

Andrew, shrugging apologetically before leaving for the serving bar.

               "He's not too bad, has a cute butt," observed Sheila, her left arm wrapped

around the waist of a vacant eyed blonde girl.

               "His name's Andrew," smiled Jean.

               "You asked his name?  Girl, you're not getting into the game at all.  Smile

seductively, wave your tits at him, then lead him outside before putting the

bite on him, it's not that complicated."

               "I like him, he's intense."

               "Goddess give me strength," sighed Sheila, eyes rolling toward the ceiling. 

"You don't have all night.  Drain him and move on, that's what we do."

               "Go suck on your little piece of fluff and leave me alone," growled Jean, her

fangs extending slightly with anger.

               "Fine, do what you want," snorted Sheila, leading her giggling companion

towards the cluttered exit.

               "Two sodas," declared Andrew, handing Jean a plastic cup gallantly.  Jean

nodded her thanks, sipping the cola tentatively.

               "It's not beer, but at least we'll have clear heads for later tonight,"

laughed Andrew huskily.

               "Getting ahead of yourself, aren't you stud?" grinned Jean with amusement.

               "I'm very confident, and I get what I want," murmured Andrew, placing one of

his hands over one of Jean's.

               "I like confidence in a man," retorted Jean, sliding her hand up Andrew's arm.

               "Want to dance?"

               "Sure."

               Andrew led Jean to the dance floor, the band switching to a softer ballad

song.  Couples held each other close, the harsh light dimming above them. 

Andrew placed his slim arms around Jean's waist, his flesh hot against her

body.  Andrew looked up into Jean's green eyes, the fire within them matching

his own rising passion.  He placed his left cheek against her vest clad

breasts, her skin cool and soothing.  Jean nuzzled Andrew's blonde hair,

holding him desperately, absorbing his heat into herself.  The couple held on

to each other through the entire song, time stretching infinitely before them. 

After the band stopped to take a break, Andrew pulled back from Jean, gazing

into her eyes and squeezing her hips gently.

               "Ready to bail?"

               "Yes."

               Andrew clumsily untied Jean's vest and discarded it over the front seat.  Jean

pulled off Andrew's sweatshirt, licking his chest with her tongue, kissing the

area over his pounding heart.

Andrew grasped Jean's face with both hands, kissing her mouth, caressing her

painted lips.  Jean moaned softly, her hands deftly unfastening Andrew's pants.

 Andrew groaned with bliss as Jean fondled his cock, rubbing it up and down,

squeezing it wantonly.

               "You're so hot," panted Andrew, leaning forward to kiss Jean's lips, her nose,

her chin.  Jean embraced Andrew's neck, she licked the curve of his throat and

shoulder.  Andrew crushed Jean's tits with his hands, he massaged the firm

mounds, relished the smooth, silky feel of the pale white flesh.  Jean thrust

out her breasts, encouraged Andrew to fondle them.  She threw back her head,

her hair falling in a wave down her bare back, her lips trembling as Andrew

caressed her tits, pinched the nipples until she groaned loudly with ecstasy. 

She sat up straight, then bent down, taking Andrew's hard cock in her mouth,

licking the head with her wet tongue.  Andrew moaned, closing his eyes as Jean

sucked loudly on his pole, her lips caressing the engorged shaft.  Jean's head

bobbed up and down, her mouth sliding down to Andrew's balls, then enfolding

one of them, covering them with her saliva.

               Andrew pushed Jean gently away from his crotch, turning her around so her

alluring ass faced him.  He folded up her tight leather skirt, then pulled down

her purple silk panties.  He pried open her buttocks, inhaling the heady, musky

scent of her pussy.  Andrew placed his cock between Jean's ivory ass cheeks,

slowly pushing the shaft into her vagina.  Jean panted softly, biting her lower

lip, her crotch burning as her lover entered inside her.  Andrew began pumping

forward while Jean thrust her ass backwards onto the stiff pole in her cunt. 

Jean grasped the armrest of the rear passenger door, her tits jiggling

erotically as she fucked Andrew's pounding cock.  Andrew buried his hands in

Jean's rich thick raven hair, his lungs pumping with each powerful shove into

the prone woman's tight slit.  He placed his hands on Jean's hips, holding them

firmly as he rammed himself in her moist pussy.  Jean felt Andrew's approaching

orgasm, sensed the blood churning in his veins.  The woman's fangs extended,

her eyes seared with bloodlust as the hunger growled within her.  Jean glanced

back at her human lover, admired how his golden hair shimmered in the faint

light of a street lamp.  Andrew climaxed inside Jean, his seed flooding her

cold belly.  Jean collapsed limply onto the back seat of Andrew's car, her

breasts heaving from exertion.

               Andrew lay on top of Jean, holding her pale body close to his, kissing her

neck and hair.

               "You were great.  Want to go to my place?"

               "Yes.  You were great too," whispered Jean, twisting her face to meet

Andrew's, kissing him gently on the lips.  The hunger for blood faded into

nothing, replaced with a greater hunger, a hunger for love.

The End.