"Precisely, my dear. I'll take some blood, but only a little bit, hardly enough to even render you light-headed."
Jasmine shook her head. "You know, Al, I know the customer is always right, but I have an idea that might make this more fun for you. More fun for both of us."
"I am listening."
Jasmine leaned against the dresser, the flesh of her ample, but well rounded backside spreading behind her as she spread her legs ever so slightly. "As you put it, Iam a professional, and I'll do whatever the client wants and is willing to pay for, within reason, of course. But I want you to know, under almost all circumstances, I don't come with Johns. It's too personal. But this situation is kinda a unique."
"Kinda unique is perhaps a bit of an understatement."
"Hell, I might scream like bloody fuckin' murder, 'I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming', but it's all part of the show. This is very, very different."
"I understand. You do not have to do this if it makes you feel uncomfortable."
"No. I want to do it, but - "
"But perhaps you are proposing some sort of trade, some sort of quid pro quo?"
"Romans were a kinky bunch, but yeah."
"Surely, Jasmine, I hope you will find me not an unreasonable person."
She shook her head. "You're pretty old, right, Al?"
"Yes. Quite old really."
"Know a lot of tricks?"
"If you mean sexually, I suppose that might stand to reason. I have had many liaisons over the centuries, not as many as you might think, but I have experienced sexual relations with a wide variety of people from a wide variety of cultures."
"With a wide variety of techniques?"
"Of course."
Jasmine smiled broadly and licked her lips in an almost vulgar manner. "You got a deal, Drac. I'll do what you want, but you gotta help."
"I can agree to those terms." Jasmine moved to the bed and sat beside me. My hands began to slowly caress her all over, gently pressing and kneading her breasts, back, stomach, inner thighs. After a long time caressing every inch of her body, my hands finally probed between her legs.
"You are already wet," I said.
"It's because of the way you do me," Jasmine replied.
"Ha!" I snorted. "You probably say that to all your clients."
The woman laughed. "Ido say that to all my clients, but you're not like any of my other clients. To tell the truth, I can't help but find this whole thing pretty damn exciting."
My fingers worked insistently, but gently, enticing, not forcing. Jasmine threw her head back, her arms wrapped around my shoulders, pulling me close to her. I held my other hand on her stomach, lightly caressing her soft skin, feeling, monitoring, waiting, hoping she was indeed full of life and not an empty vessel masquerading at being alive.
"Stick your fingers in me," Jasmine said, pushing my hand away from her clitoris.
I probed and caressed the sensitive skin, searching, knowing the very special spot I would find. My eyes closed, my fingers probed, and there it was. Her stomach tightened, then contracted violently, her legs closing tightly around my hand. A loud, guttural shriek passed her lips.
I turned and reached for her, firmly gripping her shoulders as she twitched violently. Fangs plunged into her throat, breaking flesh. Hot blood shot into my mouth. The room disappeared, replaced by a blinding flash, my entire being pierced by a wall of glass shards glowing like molten gold.
Then, blackness. Jasmine quaked beneath me. Another wave of glowing arrows pierced my being, slightly smaller than the first. Then, blackness again. Another golden explosion, then blackness, again and again, until the sensation receded into reality.
We found ourselves wrapped tightly in each other's arms. After a bit, we parted and smiled at each other, both slightly embarrassed.
"Wow!" Jasmine said, still breathing hard.
"Ahh," I replied, smiling, "you probably say that to all your clients."
Jasmine slapped me playfully on the arm. "I do, but this is different. Christ, I should be paying you."
She rose abruptly, almost forgetting herself, then remembered and steadied against a rush of dizziness that never came. Jasmine picked up her dress and pulled it over her head. "You really didn't take much blood."
I watched her as she dressed, savoring the sway of her breasts as she tucked them back in their halter. "My sweet," I said wistfully, "you have provided something much greater than mere blood."
****
A certain irony struck me about this encounter with Jasmine. Had business not been so good, she would have been an unattainable extravagance.