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BED OF THE DEAD
     
    Sex with a vampire is so overrated, Chloe thought as she lay on the bed, getting a pounding of her life. Sure his dick was hard, but she could get the same amount of finesse from a piece of chiseled granite. Where was the soft warmth?
    Bound to the bed with velvet ties wrapped around her wrists, Chloe squirmed beneath the dead weight of Nicholas, and wondered what the hell she was doing in the bed of the dead anyway. She’d spent most of her adult lifetime looking for the secret world of the unliving and when she’d finally found it, it bit her on the ass.
    With a final heaving groan, good and old Nick pulled out and slumped beside her. “You’re the best lay I’ve had in a decade,” her wood-fearing lover sighed. Strings of his greasy black hair slung over her shoulders and breasts, and she untangled her legs from his.
    With a few simple tugs, he released her restraints. Pushing aside the purple velvet duvet, Chloe swung her legs over the side of the bed and spread open the crème-colored drapery. Her arm wound around the canopy covering, and a momentarily panic of being trapped overwhelmed her before the wispy material let her free. As she stalked her way to the bathroom, Chloe took a mental inventory of her body: she had aches in places where she’d rather be having quakes. If she didn’t get out of this sin-pit soon, either Nick or one of his undead wannabes was going to kill her. For good.
    She stopped by the ornate, gold-trimmed full-length mirror and took in her body – her pale skin shown beneath the diffused light of the room’s crystal chandelier. Her butter-streaked chestnut hair was in need of a touch-up but otherwise she didn’t look half-bad for a 27-year-old mistress of the night. Her C-cup breasts perked ever just the right amount and, turning around to admire her backside, her ass flared out in all the right places. 
    “Don’t be too long,” Nicholas called out after her. Chloe shivered in her bare feet. She needed to get away from him and this perverse vampire coven before it was too late.
    A maroon robe hung over the chaise lounge in the corner, and she tugged it on, luxuriating in the silky texture sliding over her nude skin. Plush carpeting caressed the soles of Chloe’s feet as she made her way down the condo’s main staircase to the nether rooms. In the living room, a group of young vamps watched True Blood while playing their favorite drinking game. A more than willing college blondie lay tied to the glass coffee table, her hair splayed out in a waterfall off one side, and her clothes stripped off exposing ripened flesh. Every time someone on the show had sex, the group would take a drink from the victim. Bite marks sprinkled over the coed’s body, and her blue eyes had taken on a glassy cast. Who said vampires didn’t know how to have fun?
    Chloe had grown tired of the bloody gangbangs weeks ago. She’d posted an ad on Craigslist looking for some kinky bondage play. Despite the alluring photo she’d included, and the explicit description, not one single taker contacted her; likewise, no one responded to her inquiries to join other groups. Instead, Nicholas found her one night when she’d gotten off her late-night shift waiting tables. On first impression, he possessed an old-world allure, like he came from money and knew how to spend it. She’d come with him willingly enough. At first she thought that he was enjoying some role-playing games: the evil vampire and his slaves. Then, she learned the games were all too real.
    Now, all Chloe longed for was the feeling of warm flesh, ever so pliable between her thighs and she knew just the guy who could give it to her. She passed through the kitchen, registering the red-splattered Corian countertops and crimson-stained discarded shot glasses. Just because she could walk in daylight, they’d be expecting her and the other “houseguests” to tidy up the place in the morning. They knew that Chloe wouldn’t be able