Fill: Your Mom (2/2)
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September 18 2011, 04:20:07 UTC
“Right. The Vampire.” Peter pursed his lips. He didn’t want to talk about it either. So he rattled it off quickly. “Well… after we’d offed a couple of the bastards, and I’d been bitten, was beginning to turn, and had all but given up… your son asked me to light him on fire. Then he hurled himself into the 400 year old vampire that blew up your house, while on fire, dragged him into the sun, and then staked him in the heart with a 2000 year old spike. Would you like that drink now?” he asked, pointing to it.
She took it, gratefully. Gratefully until she sipped it. “What’s in this crap?” she asked, coughing.
He laughed. Sexily. She took another sip which went down easier.
“Thank you,” she said after a minute. “For telling me the truth.”
He nodded. “I’ll tell you anything you want to know, Jane.” Oh no. He must have noticed how she’d been looking at him. He’d caressed her name like he was already making love to her. She downed her drink, caught between throwing herself shamefully at this man, and running away.
“Okay… Do you always look at women you invite up to your apartment that way?”
He gave her a half-smile. “Pretty much, yeah.”
“I’m gonna need another drink,” she said.
xxx
Afterwards, she was sitting on his bed, buttoning up her shirt. He stared at her curiously, smoking one of those brown cigarettes people who were too cool for regular ones smoked. She had just had several amazing orgasms, but she felt a little silly about it now.
“Don’t tell Charley, okay?”
“Oh Jane, I’m not very good at keeping secrets. Especially from him.”
“Well try. I don’t… don’t usually do these kinds of things.”
“Oh I think you do.” He leaned up, stilled her hands, and kissed the back of her neck. “Three times, at least,” he purred.
“Oh god,” she groaned. His tongue should be illegal.
“You know, I make excellent bloody marys as well.”
xxx
Charley had a summer job most kids heading into college would probably envy. But there wasn’t much glamor in collecting the roomkeys, flowers, occasional underwear, and random other gifts that desperate women heaped upon the alluring star of Fright Night.
He dropped tonight’s haul on the floor by the Table Of Flame and started picking through it.
“Do you ever do anything with these?” He held up one of the plastic key cards.
Peter looked at the key. “That’s at the Luxor,” he said derisively. “Like I’m going to get in a cab for a shag. Besides,” he sneered. “They’re probably all fat.”
“You’re such a dick, dude. Seriously how do all these women who throw themselves at you stand your utter dickishness?”
She took it, gratefully. Gratefully until she sipped it. “What’s in this crap?” she asked, coughing.
He laughed. Sexily. She took another sip which went down easier.
“Thank you,” she said after a minute. “For telling me the truth.”
He nodded. “I’ll tell you anything you want to know, Jane.” Oh no. He must have noticed how she’d been looking at him. He’d caressed her name like he was already making love to her. She downed her drink, caught between throwing herself shamefully at this man, and running away.
“Okay… Do you always look at women you invite up to your apartment that way?”
He gave her a half-smile. “Pretty much, yeah.”
“I’m gonna need another drink,” she said.
xxx
Afterwards, she was sitting on his bed, buttoning up her shirt. He stared at her curiously, smoking one of those brown cigarettes people who were too cool for regular ones smoked. She had just had several amazing orgasms, but she felt a little silly about it now.
“Don’t tell Charley, okay?”
“Oh Jane, I’m not very good at keeping secrets. Especially from him.”
“Well try. I don’t… don’t usually do these kinds of things.”
“Oh I think you do.” He leaned up, stilled her hands, and kissed the back of her neck. “Three times, at least,” he purred.
“Oh god,” she groaned. His tongue should be illegal.
“You know, I make excellent bloody marys as well.”
xxx
Charley had a summer job most kids heading into college would probably envy. But there wasn’t much glamor in collecting the roomkeys, flowers, occasional underwear, and random other gifts that desperate women heaped upon the alluring star of Fright Night.
He dropped tonight’s haul on the floor by the Table Of Flame and started picking through it.
“Do you ever do anything with these?” He held up one of the plastic key cards.
Peter looked at the key. “That’s at the Luxor,” he said derisively. “Like I’m going to get in a cab for a shag. Besides,” he sneered. “They’re probably all fat.”
“You’re such a dick, dude. Seriously how do all these women who throw themselves at you stand your utter dickishness?”
“Your mum didn’t seem to mind.”
He threw a teddy bear at him. “Asshole.”
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