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Sally was in. I started toward her office, but Star held up her hand. She hooked a thumb and pointed it toward the back. Upon my questioning glance, she smiled sheepishly and made it a point to get back to typing.
Okay, whatever that meant. I turned toward the rear of the floor. There was a changing area, complete with full shower facilities at the back. It was a handy thing to have for vampires. Unlike me, a good deal of the coven preferred their food alive and squirming. Being what we are, that ensured things tended to get messy. Stain resistant carpets, French drains, and places to clean up are necessities for any facility owned and operated by vamps.
Perhaps Sally had just returned from a hunt. She definitely had no problems with taking live prey. Considering how she looked: petite, blonde, and absolutely gorgeous, she didn’t often have much problem attracting her next meal. On the upside, if she was in the back room that meant I had a chance of sneaking a peek at her in the shower. It would probably get me slugged (and Sally could pack a hell of a punch for her size), but it would be worth it...no question there.
As I got closer, my sensitive vampire ears began to pick up sounds from ahead. There was definitely water running, although it sounded more like one of the sinks. However, that wasn’t what caught my ear. I picked up heavy, content breathing complimented by the occasional sigh of pleasure. I stopped walking but continued to listen. Sure eavesdropping is rude, but fuck that shit. Being the head of a vampire coven means never having to apologize.
The sighs continued. It sounded like...holy shit! Was Sally getting it on with someone? Here, I was struck by a moral dilemma (something rare in the vampire community). On the one hand, Sally was allowed her privacy. She was my partner in the coven. Hell, she had saved my ass on more than one occasion. She deserved it. On the flipside, when was I going to get another chance to see her getting plowed? Oh, yeah, that decided it.
But still, I hesitated. Something didn’t feel right about this. After a moment, I pulled out my cell phone and turned the camera on. Now it felt right.
Holding it in front of me, I hit “record” and walked through the door.
“Don’t mind me,” I cheerfully called out. “Just keep on doing what you’re...” What the hell was she doing?
Sally, wearing a silk robe, was seated in a chair. Her bare feet were immersed in a portable foot bath. As for the rest of her, the chair was inclined and her head was leaning back in one of the sinks. A somewhat effeminate looking man, one I had never seen before, was busy washing her hair.
Upon hearing my voice, she opened her eyes and raised her head. She looked at me, then at my phone, cocking an eyebrow in the process. “Nice try, Bill,” she commented, leaning back again.
“What the...” I stammered. The man gave me the once over, sniffed, and then went back to rinsing Sally’s hair.
“Who is this?” I asked.
Without moving, Sally gave another sigh of contentment and replied, “Bill, meet Alfonzo. Alfonzo, Bill.”
“Alfonzo?”
“He’s my stylist,” she explained as if that answered anything.
“Stylist? You can’t just bring a person...” I stepped forward and took a breath. I smelled shampoo, conditioner, Sally’s expensive perfume (damn she smelled nice. Not that I would ever tell her that), and something else. My senses weren’t as acute as an older vampire’s were, but at Sally’s insistence, I had been practicing. For a moment, I was confused, but then I realized what it was. Alfonzo wasn’t human...at least he wasn’t anymore.
“What the hell did you do?” I snapped.
Alfonzo, thinking I was speaking to him, replied in a nasally accent, “I am accentuating her highlights in preparation for...” I tuned out the rest. Jeez, I hate to stereotype, but this guy sounded just like I would
Okay, whatever that meant. I turned toward the rear of the floor. There was a changing area, complete with full shower facilities at the back. It was a handy thing to have for vampires. Unlike me, a good deal of the coven preferred their food alive and squirming. Being what we are, that ensured things tended to get messy. Stain resistant carpets, French drains, and places to clean up are necessities for any facility owned and operated by vamps.
Perhaps Sally had just returned from a hunt. She definitely had no problems with taking live prey. Considering how she looked: petite, blonde, and absolutely gorgeous, she didn’t often have much problem attracting her next meal. On the upside, if she was in the back room that meant I had a chance of sneaking a peek at her in the shower. It would probably get me slugged (and Sally could pack a hell of a punch for her size), but it would be worth it...no question there.
As I got closer, my sensitive vampire ears began to pick up sounds from ahead. There was definitely water running, although it sounded more like one of the sinks. However, that wasn’t what caught my ear. I picked up heavy, content breathing complimented by the occasional sigh of pleasure. I stopped walking but continued to listen. Sure eavesdropping is rude, but fuck that shit. Being the head of a vampire coven means never having to apologize.
The sighs continued. It sounded like...holy shit! Was Sally getting it on with someone? Here, I was struck by a moral dilemma (something rare in the vampire community). On the one hand, Sally was allowed her privacy. She was my partner in the coven. Hell, she had saved my ass on more than one occasion. She deserved it. On the flipside, when was I going to get another chance to see her getting plowed? Oh, yeah, that decided it.
But still, I hesitated. Something didn’t feel right about this. After a moment, I pulled out my cell phone and turned the camera on. Now it felt right.
Holding it in front of me, I hit “record” and walked through the door.
“Don’t mind me,” I cheerfully called out. “Just keep on doing what you’re...” What the hell was she doing?
Sally, wearing a silk robe, was seated in a chair. Her bare feet were immersed in a portable foot bath. As for the rest of her, the chair was inclined and her head was leaning back in one of the sinks. A somewhat effeminate looking man, one I had never seen before, was busy washing her hair.
Upon hearing my voice, she opened her eyes and raised her head. She looked at me, then at my phone, cocking an eyebrow in the process. “Nice try, Bill,” she commented, leaning back again.
“What the...” I stammered. The man gave me the once over, sniffed, and then went back to rinsing Sally’s hair.
“Who is this?” I asked.
Without moving, Sally gave another sigh of contentment and replied, “Bill, meet Alfonzo. Alfonzo, Bill.”
“Alfonzo?”
“He’s my stylist,” she explained as if that answered anything.
“Stylist? You can’t just bring a person...” I stepped forward and took a breath. I smelled shampoo, conditioner, Sally’s expensive perfume (damn she smelled nice. Not that I would ever tell her that), and something else. My senses weren’t as acute as an older vampire’s were, but at Sally’s insistence, I had been practicing. For a moment, I was confused, but then I realized what it was. Alfonzo wasn’t human...at least he wasn’t anymore.
“What the hell did you do?” I snapped.
Alfonzo, thinking I was speaking to him, replied in a nasally accent, “I am accentuating her highlights in preparation for...” I tuned out the rest. Jeez, I hate to stereotype, but this guy sounded just like I would
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