Tainted Lust

Chapter 4

As predicted, my stage was packed in with my regulars, all of which watched me with their mouths open and clearly sporting tents in their pants.

It was my third round of clients already, and I broke my routine down to a simple seductive dance that still kept them hot and heavy.

I made another small cut just above my left breast, making the scent of my blood and pheromones that much stronger to them.

They all kept their hands tightly on their chairs, their nails digging into the wood, doing everything they can to keep their hands off of the stage and me.

Eyeing a regular I knew that really liked to spend a lot on my blood, I slowly began undoing my corset, one eyelet at a time, all while keeping my eyes on him.

He hasn't attractive to me in the slightest, seemingly in his late 60’s or 600’s but I needed the money, so I picked my targets carefully.

Once I undid the last eyelet, he was almost bursting at the seams and was visibly salivating. Turning my attention to another client, I tossed him my corset and he hurriedly caught it before the men next him could, the remnants of my blood on it driving him even more ravenous as he sniffed the hell out of it.

Feeling a little daring, I brought out my switchblade again to prick my finger in front of them before I got down to the ground, keeping my eyes on my target.

The others weren't allowed this right, but Tina allowed it for me since I had two bouncers with me to allow for any bloodlust events.

He leaned forward as I crawled towards him, teasing him with my bloody finger.

“Say ahh.” I whispered to him. “And no biting.”

He nodded and opened his mouth eagerly for a small taste.

‘Its rent money for next month’ I told myself as I dabbed my blood directly on his tongue and quickly removed my finger.

He groaned out in pleasure as he revealed the taste of my blood, and quickly turned his attention to the bouncer next to the door.

“Full pint!” He yelled, pulling out his credit card. “I want a full pint!”

With my score secured, I turned my attention to the rest of my clients as they hungrily ate me up with their eyes.

One by one, each of them slapped big bills on the stage for a chance to experience the same high he got.

And I gave each one a small taste for every dollar bill they gave me.

This job really makes me feel like a bloodwhore, but I'm not ashamed. My blood is a drug to them, and I need money to live, so I'll happily oblige.

“Times up fellas.” The bouncers started with a ring of the bell. “Please make your way towards the exit.”

They groaned out in frustration as I waved bye to them. The man I tossed my corset to tried to hand it back to me, but the bouncer took it instead.

“I'll handle that.” He said with a smile. “Thank you sir.”

The bouncers had strict rules when it came to the girls that no client was to touch, only look. In my stage however, none of them are allowed to even touch the stage.

We had one guy break that rule, Eric Karazaki, and he's been blacklisted from my section until he proves himself more in control of his bloodlust.

Fucker grabbed my ankle and damn near yanked me off the stage for the blood on my thigh. I hope he doesn't try that s**t with Yuna.

With my stage cleared out and one of the bouncers, named Andy, went out to collect the next round of viewers. I took a breather and put my corset and robe back on

“Damn.” One of the bouncers said, staring at me as I grabbed my money. “Just damn.”

I smirked at his statement. He was a new one, and was pretty handsome. Tall and built with slicked back brown hair, tattoos of the clan he was with, and a pretty sexy Cajun accent.

A NOLA boy, through and through. A vampire too. Not that that matters.

“Keep your head on straight.” I said to him as I counted out my bills. “I got clients coming in, and I need your eyes on them.”

“Yeah. But,” he said, stepping a little closer to the stage. “I can still enjoy the view without them here, no?”

I scoffed in amusement at his words.

“What's your name?” I asked him.

“Jonathan.” He said, taking a small step towards the stage. “But everyone calls me Jonny.”

With my bills counted out, I crawled over to my money bag to keep them safe, while also giving him a good view of my backside.

“How's that view?” I asked him, looking over my shoulder. “Jonny?”

“Hmmm-mmmmm.” He said, now starting to sport a similar tent in his pants.

“Oh, you might wanna take care of that before the rest of them come in.” I said, standing up again, and pointing to his pants. “Don't need to have a measuring contest tonight.”

He looked down and cursed under his breath before ducking down to hide it.

“Ahh, well, that is to be expected.” He joked out. “Can't help it when a beautiful woman gives me a view like that.”

I examined his face a little more and remembered it's been a minute since I had a fun night myself.

“You got a girl?” I asked, tightening my ponytail. “A Southern Belle waiting for you at home?”

Must be my lucky night as he shook his head now. With a quick tug of my robe, I untied it, letting it fall to the ground before sauntering my way to him and beckoned with my finger.

Once he was closer to the stage, I knelt down to his level.

“Get someone else to cover this round.” I whispered. “And maybe after tonight, I'll give you a little more than a view.”

He smiled very excitedly, and used my freshly poked finger to wipe a little on his lower lip.

“And a taste.”

He licked his lips and groaned. The typical response I get when a clearly horny vamp has a little taste of my blood.

“On it, Ms. Nightshade.” He said walking out of the stage.

I giggled as I mentally measured him from what I saw, and felt a little more eager to get the night over with so mine can start with his head between my legs.