actually prefer to keep us under one roof. Tess’ sister is half-witch, she might know that we’re here already. We’d be safe to assume that they do, so we should stick together.”
“So, I don’t get to go out and get some tail tonight? That’s some bad ju-ju,” Stryker grumbled.
“No, you go. I know you’ll stay safe. Just keep your eyes and ears open, make it quick, don’t make waves and get back here before sunrise,” Colton said.
Stryker smiled and grabbed his crotch, “A wham, bam, thank you ma’am night, now that’s definitely my kind of night.”
Colton laughed as he headed from the room, muttering, “There are going to be some broken hearts and pissed off ladies in New Orleans tonight.”
“Amen, Sir,” Stryker said as he headed out into the night.
As Colton and Tess were at the house, putting sheets on couches, rolling out sleeping bags, spreading out blankets and then finding a few moments to spend with each other in the shower – the only way that Colton could be well-sexed and well-fed – Stryker stifled a smiled as he walked through the door to the dimly-lit bar in the French Quarter and felt all eyes in the room turn to him. He was used to that. The men immediately puffed up their chests and many, gay or straight, even got hard-ons. The women, well, the women got hard nipples, their hearts started pounding, they licked their lips and swallowed, their clits started throbbing, their pussies got wet, some would start squirming in their chairs, some would even start rubbing themselves, and for some the need to come was so painful that they didn’t care that they were in public – he’d seen them dig small vibrators out of their purses, lift their skirts and take care of business, he’d seen them grab the stranger’s hand next to them and shove it in between their legs, he’d had them throw their arms around his neck and beg him as they rubbed themselves on his thigh – it wasn’t anything he did, wasn’t any vampire trick, it’s just how most humans reacted to him, they always had. He was sex on two legs and anybody near him could sense that. He almost felt bad about it, almost. His cock was already hard and straining against his leathers as he walked up to the bar and ordered a double shot of whiskey.
“You sure know how to make an impression when you enter a room, dontcha buddy?” the bartender said as he poured the drink.
Stryker set a few one hundred dollar bills on the bar and said, “It wasn’t intentional, do you have a back room I could use for a few hours?”
The bartender pocketed the bills, turned and grabbed a key off of a hook on the wall behind him as he said, “Why am I not surprised. The office, at the end of the hall, has a couch in it. Please use the cleaning wipes to sanitize it when you’re done.”
Stryker slid the key ring over his finger, downed his drink then turned in his seat and leaned his back against the bar as he surveyed the room.
Several women, wearing short skirts, were facing him, legs open, showing him exactly what he would be getting if he chose them. “Pick me?” a voice next to him said.
Without looking he said, “Are you here with someone?”
“Well, yes, my boyfriend, but I want you,” she moaned.
He finally turned and locked his eyes on hers, “No you don’t, you want your boyfriend more than you’ve ever wanted anyone in your entire life. You need to fuck him right now, go, take him, take him now.”
She took off running as Stryker went back to scanning the room. He spotted a shy brunette, nervously shaking her legs as she sipped her beer and tried to pretend that she wasn’t looking at him out of the corner of her eye.
He got up and sauntered over to her, swinging the key around his finger as he did. When he reached the table she was standing at, he leaned down and whispered into her ear, “I can take your body places that you’ve never even dreamed of, all you have to do is take my hand.” Then he rested his hand on her shoulder, palm up. Her beer shook as she brought it to her lips and gulped the remaining few sips of it then she set the empty glass on the table and slid her shaking hand into