Yeah… I was nervous. After all, I had never interviewed a vampire
before. Heck, I wasn’t even sure if I believed they existed, despite
all the various claims. To me… they were like, you know… those
TV psychics. 2 percent real, the rest pure bullshit. This one claimed
to be more than just a vampire. She had claimed she was a succubus. So
I decided I wanted to interview her. To see if I could debunk her story
actually. I was hoping for an expose.
“How old did you say you were?”
Her voice carried a trace of secret amusement and it was getting really
annoying. She smiled but didn’t show her teeth. I almost snarled
but covered it up with a cough.
“Well, how old are you?”
“I’ve lost track really. How old do you think I am?”
I think you’re a smart-ass kid is what I think.
“You don’t look a day older than twenty-one.” I lied.
She looked like she was eighteen. Nineteen tops. But she was supposed
to be a hundred and ten or so. She smiled that little smile of hers again
and lacing her fingers together, brought her hands up above her head in
a lithe stretch. My eyes immediately riveted to her breasts. What can
I say? I was a breast man and she had a nice pair.
“I’m over a hundred.” She said matter of factly. “Don’t
look it, do I?”
In a city of exotics, she was more exotic than most. Caucasian and Asian
mix, definitely. Probably more than a few races in her background. Her
amber eyes tilted up at the corners and were fringed with long lush lashes.
Double lidded. Her fair skin was a luscious pink. Not yellow. Her hair,
midnight black. I had expected fetish. Goth perhaps. But definitely fetish.
Instead, she was dressed like your typical girl-next-door, in shorts and
a tee-shirt – a tight, skinny tee that showed her lovely breasts
to their best advantage. I could see the outline of her bra and a faint
shadow of nipple. The air-conditioned room was a little on the cool side.
I attempted to get the interview back on track. We’d started off
by chatting a little then I had started to ask questions but got no where
mostly. I tried again.
“What makes you think you are a vampire?”
“I don’t think it. I am.”
“Blood sucking and all?” I could not prevent a sneer from
entering the tone of my voice.
“No.” She leaned forward and lowered her voice. I leaned towards
“I don’t suck. That’s vulgar. I lap it. Lick it up
in little licks. Lave it. Savor it on my tongue. Enjoy the bouquet as
it fills my senses. ”
I almost dropped my pencil. Damn… she was good. Did I mention that
she was also one of the highest paid prostitutes in town? Illegal? No…
that’s a misconception. Prostitution isn’t illegal. Pimping
is. There are brothels in this law abiding city. The girls… and
boys, have to go to a clinic every month and display their doctor’s
certificate in their rooms. They sometimes share rooms and a savvy client
should be careful at some of the lower class brothels to make sure that
the faces of their chosen partners for the hour or evening match those
on the displayed certificates.
“So how do you go about getting blood? Does it have to be human?
“I make a withdrawal from the blood bank.”
That was delivered deadpan and I paused and looked up. She smiled now
and showed her teeth. Good lord, Jesus! She had sharp elongated canines.
I wondered how much that dental job had cost her and if she cut her lip
often with those teeth.
“They are quite real. We don’t bite you know. What large
puncture wounds our teeth would cause. A vampire killing and draining
an entire human being is a myth. Why draw that kind of attention? Apart
from the fact that there’s about five quarts of blood in a human.
That’s a lot.”
I waited. When questions did not work, silence often did.
“It doesn’t have to be human blood. Human blood is just…”
she waved her hands eloquently. “Like the finest wine. The different
tastes… the bouquet… the complexity and nuances… it
comes from the diet that humans partake of. Just the slightest taste fills
the senses and sates the appetite. A vampire that takes more is just being
“Does your diet consist mainly of blood then?”
“Good lord, no! I could never do without chocolate.”
She laughed and I laughed with her.
“So describe the meals on a normal day.”
She slanted me a purely mischievous yet sexual look, one which made
my awareness of her shoot up a hundred percent.
“Well, I usually start my day with the fried embryonic young of
“Sunny side up or scrambled?”
She laughed again. I was beginning to warm up to her. Her movements
were sinuous and sexy. I could see why she was so popular. She touched
me and I grinned like a fool boy.
“Smart man… I think I like you. Better than any other so-called
“I’m a reporter.”
Her voice was knowing. As if sharing an intimate secret. What else do
you know? My libido sizzled. I cleared my throat.
“So if drinking blood makes you a vampire, what makes you a succubus?
“Dear man…” She stroked my arm. “It is because
I am a vampire that I excel at my profession. I much prefer the term succubus
to prostitute… and don’t you dare call me a whore.”
She touched the diamonds in an ear and on her neck, drawing my eyes to
her ears and the long column of her neck, then down to her breasts again.
“Succubus is from the Latin, you know. Succubare, "to lie
under" and although I do that on occasion, I think the word is not
quite representative of what I am either.”
“You are one of the highest paid ladies of the night in…”
She did not let me finish.
“One? Darling…” she drawled that out. “Do not
mistake me for a twenty dollar whore that just lies there and let’s
a man poke at her. You want to spend an evening with me? It’s two
I had heard her fee was high. I had not realized how high. I took a
second look at the diamonds that adorned her again. They were real.
“You want to know why?”
She leaned toward me again and I reciprocated.
“I am a vampire.” Her voice was whisper soft and raised
the hair on the back of my neck.
I had to clear my throat again as I sat back up. “Why is that?”
She leaned back against her chair and crossed her long legs.
“What do you know of the common myths of vampires and vampirism?”
I had done my homework and began to recite what facts I had garnered.
She stopped me when I got to how legend claimed that vampires bit the
necks of their victims and turned them into vampires as well.
“We do not bite, darling. We slice the skin ever so lightly. Just
enough that blood oozes out. Then we lick it off. Slowly. Savoring every
taste… every caress of the tongue across the wound. Again and again…
until the wound ceases to bleed. Pleasuring ourselves and our willing
I was almost mesmerized by her voice and the picture she painted with
her words. Already halfway aroused, I was fully hard before she finished
“A skilled vampire can make a woman come just by slowly laving
a wound on her neck. That’s how a vampire binds a mortal to them.”
“And what does a female vampire do to a man?”
She smiled again, and that was how I found myself sitting naked on the
chair, staring nervously while she slowly and sinuously stripped for me.
Telling myself all the time that I was doing it for the sake of the article
that I was writing. Never mind that she was drop dead gorgeous with some
of the nicest breasts I had even seen on a woman.
She caressed my throbbing dick with her soft hands. Rubbed her face and
lips all over me. Then with a secretive smile, she bared her teeth. Before
I could change my mind, she sliced me. The pain was swift like a razor.
Not that I had ever felt one across my privates, but before I could even
protest, her hot tongue was on me and pleasure was exploding across my
brain. Each lick of her tongue was like a brand of fire and searing pleasure
tore through my body. I cried out and jerked with each caress. When she
began to suck, I lost it and came until I thought I would never stop,
while she purred around my dick and made sounds of pleasure.
When I came to, I had stopped bleeding. When I examined myself weeks
after, there was a fine scar. Barely felt. Almost unseen. But repeated
visits have left a pattern of very fine lines.
I dream sometimes. Memories of pleasure so strong that it’s as
if a succubus did visit me while I slept. She won’t do me more than
once or twice a year. Because she likes me, she says. New clients pay
$10,000 is what I’ve heard and they are by referral only. It’s
been over 20 years. She still looks nineteen.
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