How does a vampire put on eyeliner? very carefully, that's how.

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Bloody waste is what it is, my Dru going out like that. Humans are idiots alone, but what they can do when they all get together is stunningly stupid. Needless to say, the morning after, the entire town of Sanochi was in flames and a lone, brassed off vampire strolled from the chaos clutching a bottle of cheap liqour bettween two of his slightly

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There are a few men in the recieving room, scattered around the brocade loveseats and the giant tasseled cushions while the other girls chat them up, but no one's talking to me. I'm sitting off to the side, by the window, which is covered with black lace, so I can't really see anything outside, but I pretend

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I take a glance around the room to see who's in, who's on the job, and who's free. I expect there'll be room for me either way. A bloke's never seen a collection of lovlier ladies all in one place. That seems to be the difference bettween a street corner and a whore house, though when you've really got an itch to scratch, it doesn't matter. But it sure is nice to see a couple beautiful faces when you're paying top dollar for it.

I'm standing there just a moment when a sweet looking bird saunters up to me. Besides the fact that she was gorgeous, she was, there was something about her...something...almost virginal. Damn did that get it done for me. That sweet little voice and those big blue eyes. Had we met out on the streets, had I been on the hunt, she would have seen a whole other me.

But here, I behave myself. I smirk.

"well, if you don't, I'm bound to ask for one."

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"Of course." I allow myself a small smile and raise my chin a bit, looking at his face. His eyes are blue, like mine, and he has the most amazing cheekbones. I wonder what they'd feel like under my fingers. I guess I'll find out. That realization sends a chill through me.

"Right this way." I smile and turn around, lead him to the darkened corner where I was previously sitting, putting just a little bit of a sway into my step to make sure he's watching. It's easiest to lose a client in the first several minutes, and this is one I don't want to lose.

I lower myself onto a love seat and stretch out my arm along the back, crossing my legs so that my skirt slips down, showing skin through the slits, edged with pale lace. I wait for him to sit down before opening my mouth again. I know what I'm supposed to talk about. What he's looking for, the prices, all of that has to be arranged beforehand. But I don't want to talk about that.

I don't want to talk at all.

But I have to, so I smile, and offer, "I'm Dawn."

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I watch her walk off in that way they have, delicious little ass swaying in that slinky little slip. Yeah, she was young, but she knew what she was doing. I give her a little room, don't know why, these girls don't mind when you're all hands, but there's something about her way that makes me keep a little distance, hold out till the right moment. Bloody hell, I hope the right moment comes soon...

"It's Spike, but maybe you knew that already." chances are she did.

I smile, giving her a good look over. She's a bit on the skinny side, but usually that means no curves, defenitley not true of this one. If she was as good as she looked, we'd be getting to know eachother real well.

"...haven't seen you around here before." I know she's new, I just want to know how new, not that it matters, but it's worth knowing. Can't have her stumbling through things and not know why...

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Spike doesn't make any comment towards my first words, and I let it go. Not everyone comes to a woman to spill their life story into her pillow. Some things you have to just let be, although this intrigues me. I want to know more about him than just the way his hands feel on my skin. Although I'd like to know more about that, too.

He pulls me down for a kiss, and I kiss him back, sinking onto his body with a soft moan. I never thought I'd like to be pulled around by a man, always thought I'd want to be the one in control, but I like it when he does it. I straddle his hips, grinding gently into the rough denim of his pants, just enough to tease.

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I don't lose my grip on her hair as her soft body colides with mine, normally I'd be groping on a girl right about now, figuring out a way to slip in before she can try to tell me no, but there's an ease that settles around a man's mind when he knows what he's getting. An I'm getting whatever it is I want.

I pull her back, tugging enough so that if she doesn't fight it, it doesn't pull. Like a bit on a horse, she'll follow my lead.

"now then...how about you show daddy what else you can do with that mouth?"

I wet my lips, wondering if she'll even flinch, I'd seen newer girls, before, and it took em awhile to get used to the language, but somehow I don't think I'm going to get a rise out of this one that easy.

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His hand in my hair pulls me away, and I follow it, arching my body forward and baring my neck. Let him see what else he could be getting if I agree to it.

He licks his lips, and as much as I want him to be touching me, tasting me with that mouth, I know that's not what I'm here for. I glance down at his chest, pale in contrast to my dark-purple and black bedclothes, and smirk. Rubbing my cheek against his wrist briefly, catlike, I lower myself onto him again, kissing down his body from his neck to the waist of his jeans.

I lick warm, wet patterns around his navel as I pull back his jeans, which were already unbuttoned. He's not wearing anything under them. Of course, I didn't figure him to be the type. Once his pants are pushed back sufficiently, but not completely off - not yet - I take him into my hand and kiss softly up and down the length of him. Once I feel him jerk every time my lips touch him, I move up and take his head into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the soft, velvety skin.

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I can feel her blood rushing under my fingers and the temptation is all to real, staring me in the face, that white, flawless neck arching in my direction. It's almost to much, but I know better. Rule one- no biting till they ask for it. Course, I prefer them to beg for it. Girl's got to earn the chance to have me take a taste.

She nuzzles my wrist in response to my direction, and I give her a bit of a smile, letting her hair go. Her hot little lips travel thier way down my skin and I can almost swear they're the softest I've felt.

Cor, but she did like to tease, the little vixen. My hand goes down to cup her cheek and the other resting on the back of her head, tangled in her hair. I angle up a little so I can watch her wrap those pillowy lips around my cock, the sight elicting a deep groan from me.

"bloody fabulous, pet..."

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As his rhythm slows down, I moan, the contrasting senses of emptiness and almost painful fullness pushing me beyond anything I've ever felt before. His slow thrusting is so infuriatinly pleasant that my hips rise further to him, opening and clenching my fists in futile hopes of gaining some sort of control. But no, it's all on his side now.

My back arches and a shiver runs down my spine as he moves inside of me. His gaze is so intense... I cry out in pleasure and frustration. "Yes... oh, god, please..."

Touch me, use me, do whatever you want with me...

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Despite my obvious taste for pain and fear in the bedroom, I've got no real intentions of hurting the girl. I don't want her to know that, because soon as she did I'd lose that fragrant scent coming off of her an I sure as hell don't want to lose that. So when I thrust into her, I excersize a certain amount of control.

The weak 'please' coming from those full, trembling lips makes my hips jerk and I nibble at her neck, my lips traveling to her ear and growling. "..beg for me..."

My thrusts continue at that slow, agonizing pace, waiting for her to give in to my will before I take what I want. I sure as hell don't need any more encouragement, but I want things just the way I like them.

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My head falls back and a ragged breath escapes my lips as I move with Spike's thrusts, my legs wrapped around his hips and trying vainly to pull him closer. If he were a normal man, there would only be so long he could keep up the slow, teasing pace, but he's not a normal man and who knows how much control vampires have over their bodies. When they want to.

I feel his lips brush along my throat, and then his teeth. With a soft moan, I tilt my head back, baring my throat to him. He could bite me right now if he wanted to, take my blood and I wouldn't care. Him holding me down, moving so slowly inside of me, it's making my head spin.

"Please, I want you," I cry, clutching at the sheets, a faint blush rising to my cheeks. I've never had to beg a man before. It's so dirty, and wrong, and it excites me and makes me flush at the same time.

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She says the magic word and I let go, pounding into her as I press her down into the bed. Her scent is everywhere and I can feel the racing pulse of her heart frantically pounding everywhere under her hot skin.

I jerk into her warm softness, kissing at her exposed neck lustfully, thrusting hard and relentless (as is comfortable for a human partner, that is)

Even now she's pure, a purity I can't touch and it amazes me that it seems there's nothing I can do to defile her sweet innocence. It reminds me of Dru and drives me near mad.

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"Maybe." No, I won't, or at least I'll try not to, because a working girl getting attached to her customers is never a good thing. I'll tell myself that it felt like we had a connection because he's good, and I'm new and the sex was good. Or at least I think it was.

I need more experience. I can't limit myself.

But here, alone with him, it really does seem genuine. I guess that's my job, making it seem real, and maybe it is, for a little while. Real, I mean.

I brush my fingertips over his shoulders, sliding over the faint red marks that my nails left there earlier, and sigh. If only every customer made me feel like this.

"Do you think I'll do well?" I ask all of a sudden.

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Normally about this point I'd be thinkin on a second go, but I wanna be there for the girl, and there's no harm in taking it easy. I wanted her because she was new. New like my Dru never could have been but always seemed. Her warm little hands are so soft, soft enough to make a fella go all hard in the right places.

"Do you think I'll do well?"

I smile at that, running a thumb over that kid skin glove cheek.

"pretty face like yours? No doubting it, pet. You don't gotta try to be irresistable."

She knows I won't lie, what's the use in me lying to her? Don't have to. That's what makes our situation so special. The honesty. Any other bird you've got to tell all sorts of pretty things and give all sorts of pretty things to get her on her back. But this, this is a situation for the truth.

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I sigh. Maybe he's telling the truth. Maybe he really likes me enough to think I'd do okay. Maybe it's just 'cause we had really good sex and he feels like he should be nice to me 'cause I'm so new at the job.

But maybe not. The only thing a customer has to give a girl like me is money. Compliments are unnecessary as long as the job gets done.

I shift slightly underneath him, feeling my legs slide over his hips. Vampires don't break a sweat. "Maybe," I whisper into his shoulder. It doesn't seem fair, really, having my first job be this good. This enjoyable. It's like setting myself up for a fall or something.

Spike seems content, just lying here with me. He runs his fingers over my skin and I tilt his face up towards me with my hand and kiss him gently on the lips. I wonder if this is everything for him. Or if he'll want to...

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Her kisses are soft, and if it isn't the sweetest damn thing I'd felt in a century, the softness of her, the give. It takes the space of a moment or two though, for me to want more. And the kindof quid I'm shelling out, I should get my money's worth. I kiss along her breasts and run a hand up her back, her skin lightly moist with sweat.

I have a list in my head, and I'll be damned if we don't get through it before the night is through. Ocassionally, when I spend a night at the magic box, my attention wanders, much to the delight of the ladies, but this is shaping up to be a somewhat extraordinary night, and for the time being, she plenty for me.