she arrived. Now, I give the place a thorough investigation. At the center of the room is a cushioned table of the kind that might be found in a massage parlor. A tray holding what could only be sex toys sits in another corner of the room. Colorful dildos and vibrators are lined up like soldiers awaiting orders.
She runs her hands over the chains hanging from the wall. She scrapes her nails against the metal chains, and over coarse rope. My cock, which had already been stirring in my pants, rises to attention. It punches against the front of my pants when she places her hand on her chest, on the rope mesh that crosses her skin there. I have an urge to rip the bottom of her dress down and use the top to bind her.
I give my head a shake. I have no idea where that thought came from. Does it make me racist to want to tie a Black woman up?
What I do know is that my thoughts make me no better than the people on the other side of that door. No one out on the floor looked as though they were doing anything against their will. But they may have had their will stolen from them.
I’ve learned that vampires can hold others in their thrall when you look them directly in their eyes. I look directly into her eyes. When I do, I feel lost, like I’m falling. What if she is under another’s thrall? What if she is only here at a vamp’s command?
“Why are you here?” I ask.
“I wanted to meet you.” Her grin turns sheepish. The woman is fondling sex toys but only now does she seem to blush. “You’re not what I expected.”
Of course I’m not. I’m not one of the undead Serrano monsters. “What did you expect?”
“That you would pounce on me the moment the door was closed.”
Pounce? Does she mean sexually, or hungrily? I have to assume she knows what the Serranos are. But my mind is too focused on the suggestion in her words.
“Is that what you want?” I ask.
She lets go of the chains. I watch her hands glide down her body and come to settle at her middle. She folds them together, her head bowed. I have a vision of her like that, on her knees. Her mouth level with my cock as I lift her chin with my index finger.
The thought rocks me back on my heels. Then I am rocked forward with how much I want that dream to become a reality. It’s been a long time since I’ve been in a relationship. I’ve never been as randy for a woman as I am just looking at her.
She lifts that proud chin up. “What I want is—”
There is a hiss from the other side of the room. She turns and backs into me. I wrap an arm around her, ready to protect her from any danger. But the danger isn’t in front of her, it’s behind her. My cock punches the front of my pants as her skirts brush against me.
A curtain opens to reveal a scene on the other side of the glass. Before us is the floor of the underground sex club. I’m sure the mirror is one way because no one is looking in at us. All eyes are on the scene on the floor.
A naked woman kneels while a fully-clothed man paces around her. The woman bares her neck. The male flashes his fangs. He nicks her finger, and laps up the blood trickling there.
With that little show, my camera has caught what I need. I have evidence of the existence of vampires.
I can leave now. But my feet are rooted to the spot in this private room. Not because I’m interested in the show on the other side of the glass. But because I’m attuned to the woman standing in front of me.
She steps back into me. I hiss as her ass full on grazes my cock. She stiffens and turns to glance over her shoulders.
“You have an erection,” she says, surprise in her voice. “Is that because of me? Or because of the show?”
I’m having trouble finding my voice. She’s still pressed against me. Her voice is in my ears. And now her scent is in my nose. It’s too much for any man to be able to function.
“I’ve never aroused a man before,” she says turning slowly until she faces me. “The queen doesn’t allow virile men