Tainted Lust

Chapter 5

Just as I said, Jonny got Wyatt to cover him for this round of clients. A good idea too since Wyatt has been exposed to my blood and knows how to avoid it from affecting his job.

“How are the nose plugs feeling?” I asked him, tying my robe back on.

“Uncomfortable as hell.” He stated. “But I saw you got to Jonathan.”

I shrugged my shoulders in response.

“I have no idea what you're talking about.” I coyly said as I got into position behind the concealing curtain. “The new guy just isn't used to my scent yet.”

“Bullshit.” He replied. “Tina is sending most of the newcomers. And so far, we have four requests for fresh pints for you.”

I smiled at my success, but also lamented the needle pokes later on tonight.

“Yippee for me.” I said before closing the curtain. “I'm ready.”

He and Andy let the next round of clients in and went over the rules with them when it came to my stage.

“No touching the dancer under any situation, no talking to her, and no touching the stage.” Wyatt stated. “Any violations of these rules will result in you being removed and blacklisted from this dancers stage for the foreseeable future.”

“Then what the hell am I paying for?” One of them asked in a conceited tone. “I thought this was supposed to be a dream.”

“And it will be.” Andy replied. “As stated before, you paid for a good show. Now enjoy.”

He grumbled out until the music started and I made another small cut on my finger. I guess the smell of my blood was enough to shut him up.

Little by little, I showed more and more skin before fully walking out onto the stage, using my fan to spread the smell of my pheromones, giving me a chance to look over the newcomers.

All of them seemed to be on the younger side, ranging from mid-twenties to early-thirties. In appearance anyways.

The conceited asshat seemed to shut his real quick once I came out, as especially when I slowly removed my robes.

As the song changed tones, I got on the floor giving them a good full look at me as I did my usual routine, swinging my hips and playful scooping the cherry out ones drink.

“Say ahh.” I said and he obeyed. “Good boy.”

I set the cherry in his mouth and wiped the excess on my mask.

With them now getting more hot and bothered, I began to remove my corset while keeping close eye contact with the asshat.

If he had a big mouth like that, then he better have a big enough wad of cash to spend.

He was wiping his temple as he began sweating watching me seductively remove my corset until it finally came loose.

I turned my attention to one I didn't get a good look at and tossed him my corset.

To my surprise, he didn't seem too amused by that.

Shoving my thoughts to the side, I crawled over the asshat, beckoning him closer to the stage.

He tried to put his hands on the stage.

“Ah ah ahhh.” I taunted him. “Hands off the stage.”

He looked down and pulled his hands back. Keeping to my routine, I pricked my index for fresh blood, and beckoned him to me again, this time Wyatt kept a closer eye on him.

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

He smiled and did as I said.

Just like before, I touched his tongue and pulled out before he could try to bite down, like I figured he would try.

“Tsk tsk.” I tsked at him, moving my finger back forth. “Naughty boy.”

Wyatt pulled him back as he groaned in pleasure at the taste of my blood. He grabbed Wyatt by the shirt and shoved a wad of cash into his shirt.

“A pint! Get me a pint!” He hissed out before reaching out towards me before getting pulled back. “I want more! I need more!”

With that outburst, Wyatt promptly escorted him out and I gave him a small wave bye.

The others looked envious at him before they got smart and slammed down some cash so they could have a taste next.

Each one by the end of it have very noticeable boners under their pants and were lining up to put money down for a pint.

I reached the man that didn't seem amused by my playful corset throw, but I knew it was just an act of his own. His eyes never left my body. Not one time. Even in the darker lighting of the stage, I could see his bright yellow eyes stuck on me.

Ahh, that explains a lot; he's a vampire shifter. No wonder he's so stoic. Years of control of their animalistic natures causes them to be a little cold blooded, even in situations like this.

Luckily for me, it's an easy fix.

Feeling like I neglected him the most out of them, I specifically crawled straight to him, keeping my eyes directly on his the entire time.

And once I was right in front of him, he handed me a crisp fresh hundred dollar bill.

I couldn't see much of him, but I could see a very hungry grin with a pair of sharp fangs behind them.

“Say ahh.” I whispered to him. And he listened. “And close your eyes.”

Pulling the switchblade out again, I hold it deeply in my hand before slicing it down, cutting my hand open.

The others groaned at the refreshing scent of my blood in the air grew stronger, and all of them watching me closely as I tapped my finger under his jaw to tilt his head back.

I tried to keep most of my blood in my hand before giving him a steady stream of my blood into his mouth.

He was digging his sharp claws into the chair and as he tasted and drank my blood, his pants following the same tent as the others.

The only difference being his was quite…taller.

“Good boy.” I said before taking my hand back. “Hope it was as good for you as it was for me.”

He was breathing deeply, wiping the excess blood off his mouth and leaned forwards towards me.

But just as I went to make a comment about the rules, I froze in place as I recognized who it was.

“Darius?”