A kiss under the Velvet Moon

Fantasy Night's a Gentleman's Club

I near 16th street, I own a penthouse apartment just off of 16th and 21st street. To be honest I own most of Tatum now but I dare not use my own name, I do not flaunt my wealth. I have a private assistant, Fin who takes care of all the fickle details with my accounts.

Finley has been working for me since he was in his mid twenties, I met him while saving his life at gunpoint. He's been in my company ever since, and is the only human that I can honestly say I trusted with my life. He was my only family and my true friend.

He technically owned most of the town of Tatum, I just supplied the funds. I kept him living in great wealth and happiness as I am grateful for his graciousness.

A man standing beside a pair of glass sliding doors bowed as I appeared behind them.

"Afternoon Sir! " He says keeping his eyes everted to the floor. The door men were always so intimidated by my large frame, barely talked to

me, never looked me in the eyes.

I say good evening as I walk by heading for the elevator.

I had many places I called home but none of these places were actually a place that I felt at home. My home burned down long ago, along with everything that I held dear to me.

I stepped through the silver doors as the beep of the elevator alert me that it is going up.

As the moving metal box propels me upward. I take out my flip phone and send a quick text message to Gina, letting her know I got her message and would be seeing her this evening at her the club.

The tenth floor button above the door flashed a red glow as the doors click open. I walk out onto the entryway of the top floor waiting room of my apartment. No one was allow entry up here with out a key and the code, I had installed on a control panel next to my front door.

This was an appropriate building to bring guests, if I ever intended to have them. I rarely allowed anyone into my home, but this one was in the middle of town which made normal everyday events easier to accomplish. This was a place I felt comfortable bring Grey, when we came together. I mean I am a half dead guy but I still have my needs. She was the only women that could supply them, at least she is the only one I'd been coupled with in more then twenty years. There have been others, I am a man, but none that would ever compare to Alexia, no other woman would ever have my full heart.

Punching in the code 57645 a lock clicked and a green light glowed like a emerald. My door then pushed open, I walked though and it closer behind me. The apartment was a wide open floor plan, glass all the way around the north wall. My assistant, with the help of Grey helped me decorate it. This place was fairly new, as I'd only purchased it a few years ago.

A black grand piano sat in the far corner of the dinning room. I didn't play but Grey said all the movie stars had one in thier home, it would make me seem more intelligent and musical. Ummm, okay...

Against my better judgment, I allowed Fin and Gina to have free reign on the design, I didn't care how it looked as long as it mirrored my beliefs. I don't know what that meant exactly, but it sounded good at the time.

The whole unit was done it black marble, steel Grey fabrics, and dark chocolate wood.

They did a fairly good job and it made no mind to me. I made my way to my bedroom chambers, stripping down each piece of now crusty dried dirt covered clothing and tossed them into the washer.

I head into my bedroom luxury bathroom. I turn the metal handle in the shower to the hot position and let the room become filled with steam and stepped under the waterfall showerhead.

The water was steaming hot but felt lukewarm on my body. The water could be scalding and it would never warm me. Hot water did nothing, especially when I needed to feed. My body would eventually start breaking down and fighting against me. I could feel it in the pit of my stomach, only a slight twinge. I could probably go another day or two before everything went to hell.

I washed my hair in soap that smelled like bergamot and spearmint and washed my body in soaps that smelled like spring. The water even though barely warm felt good against my skin. For a moment I could feel my wives arms caress my chest.

For a moment her breath against my neck and then I open my eyes, only to find, I am alone. It's only me and a light breeze coming in from a crack under an open window. The smell of wildflowers and vanilla lingering in my flaring nostrils.

I turned the knob in the off position and run my hands through my wet slick hair. Stepping out onto a green shag bathroom rug I reached for a bath towel hanging on a rack beside the shower. I run the towel over my hair a few times and wrap it around my waist.

I use my hand and wipe away the moisture from the mirror. A tall figure stares out at me from the circle reflection. Wide green eyes bright as emeralds dark as night stare back at me. Redish brown hair clings close to my strong jawline. The clif in my chin, indentations where my dimples would be if I was smiling, my hair a little longer then I'd like, dripping water beads down my neck.

My chest hair lightly covers me, my curves of my hips low and hard against my body. My abs a six pack, hard and solid, the body that any woman would dream of touching just once. I was the perfect physical specimen of a man. None of it mattered, Alexandria was all that mattered and she wasn't here to enjoy it.

I frowned to the reflection in the mirror, I hated to look upon the man that couldn't safe his family, the man that crawled away when he should have ran, a man that did not safe his family.

Flipping the light off I walked into my bedroom, the king sized bed untouched in the corner. The last time I'd slept here was two weeks before, Gina's naked body atop me most the night.

It would be a mess of covers tonight, I would feel the love in a woman's arms and feed until I am filled from a victims essence. Tonight was gonna be long night.

Pulling out a pair of black trousers from my closet, I plunged my legs into the soft fabric. No need for underwear tonight, I would not need them long. I took a dark greenish blue button down shirt off a hanger and pulled it over my shoulders jabbing my arms inside. This color would bring out the color of my eyes. I needed to look my best, flash my Id card, and walk among the richest of human trash.

I would know my victim the moment I walked through the door, his smell would fill me with malice and I would set my eyes on the kill but first I would need to my Grey.

After pulling on a pair of grey cotton socks, I placed on a pair of black leather cowboy boots onto my feet. The ones with the sharp tip on the front. I sprayed on a splash of my cologne which smelled like ceder and earth tones.

On a small wooden table next to the front door was a pair of motorcycle keys, car keys, and Jeep keys.

Tonight I would ride my Harley, sometimes even a guy like me like have a little power between him and his feet. Sometimes even a guy like me likes to feel the wind on his face.

I lock the door behind me and find myself on the metal box contraption that lowers me to ground level, the parking garage.

All four of my vehicles were parked in the lower level, all mine, well Finley owned the building and I'd never learned how to share my space.

I found my way to my motorcycle sitting next to my blood red colored four seater Jeep.

The sleek metal chrome sparkled against the dark black leather seat. A powerful and fast machine, I utterly enjoyed riding.

Of course I could probably get where I wanted to be in a meer blur of my body but tonight, I wanted to make an entrance. Show my dark and mysterious side, makes others feel the arrogance they think I am full of.

The wind blew hard against me as I rode through the town. Lights flickering in and out as I speeded past. I wasn't worried about speeding around here, most police officers were in the all-night dinner at this time a night. Not that it would worry me much, I did own all of Tatum.

I could get away with murder without a blink of an eye and I had, many times. No one would even think to point a finger in my direction. They wouldn't want to loose thier paychecks and if they did intend to screw with me, they would regret it and they knew it.

Underneath the helm I wore upon my head, I wanted to roll my eyes at myself, I sounded so arrogant. Maybe I was! Just alittle! I wouldn't quite disagree with some, that I could be a tad bit intimidating.

Only on the exterior of course, inside I was a sad man wanted to perish and join my lovely Alexandria in the great abyss of death.

When I see my lovely Alexia again , the earth will bathe in fire, the lord of Hades will be swimming in a lake of ice and I am no longer a vampire. Like that will ever happen! Ha!

At least I could dream, one day I will find my death or die trying.

The moon was full, beginning to peak above the mountains in the distance. The silly specks of gases we're starting to appear in the sky all around me. Stupid sparkling lights, dim and insignificant. The thumps of my tires against the asphalt brought me back to the road. My attention more infront of me then above.

Fifty first street, was coming up, I took a right turn, finding myself in the parking lot of "Fantasy Nights", A Gentleman's Club.

I parked my bike on the edge of the concrete lot near a silver hotrod porsche. The license plate made me blink twice before wanting to fake vomit. Jackass thought he was a Cat King, and that was not how they spelled it. If I wanted to bet, this ass face was probably a 40-year-old over weight, CEO of some business out of town. He probably had a balding head and thought his baby balls were bigger then they were.

Ugh, so full of themselves, these powerful weenies had overly inflated heads on there shoulders, nothing more.

They disgusted me, the thought that these ridiculous swines, think hot young woman love touching them, wanting them, dancing for them.

The only things the girls in this club wants, is a never closing pocketbook. Money talks we all know it, these girls don't want anything from you but your money. They detest you, your kind is nothing more then a bug ready to be squished underneath thier spiky sparkling gemmed heels.

Pulling out my wallet from inside my back pocket, I got my members card ready so I could hand it to Joe. Joe Bob was the bouncer sitting outside the front entrance of the building. He stood his back up against the dark concrete walls. Neon flashing letters above his head lit up his face, making his clothing bright and irritating.

Joe Bob changed his stance and I came closer. His hight was a few inches below me, muscular around the shoulders and chest.

Tonight, he was dressed in a yellow see-through tank top, chest hair poked through the top. His voice was southern and alittle too high pitched, his black leather pants, alittle too tight. I wouldn't go as far as to say he was blatantly outright gay but he probably played for both teams.

Joe Bob gave a short nod as I appeared infront of him.

" Good evening, Mr. Black. Good to see you again! " He eyed me for a second and did not ask for my card, he had me flip it over as he scanned the back and the door clicked open.

I didn't say a word but I swore I could feel is eyes lingering on my back side far to long while the door slowly closed behind me.

Loud s****l explicit music played in the background as I come up to a bar filled with high-powered corporate jackasses. A young girl, not much over the age of eighteen came to meet me at the front waiting area.

Her chest was far too big for her small body frame. She stood tall but only because she wore six inch clear high heels. She wore practically nothing but a pair of too tight black leather shorts that showed the cheeks in the back. Her mounds were barley covered beneath the see-through material of her pink sheer top.

I see in her eyes longing, she is wondering what someone like me is doing in an establishment like this. She then leans in far to close to my liking but I stay put. On her tippy toes she practically yells into my ear " Hey there sugar, what can I do for you?"

Her voice was like a mouse, even when she is trying to yell, her high pitch vocals sound more like a whisper with a bit of a squeak, kind of obnoxious, really.

I give her a meek smile, and lift my sunglasses onto the top of my head.

" I am here to see Grey, not here for a show or a dance, just Grey!" I say, she looked a bit annoyed as she squinted her brown eyes at me, flipping her blond pony tail in the air. Sticking out a bubble gum pink fake fingernail, she pointed me in the direction of the stage.

" She's up next. Your going to have to buy or a drink or you'll not be welcome up there." The girls voice changed dramatically from high pitched to a more normal tone. She was faking it the whole time.

I can't believe she thought I was one of those filthy pervs waiting for a flash of flesh. I didn't need to pay a girl to give me pleasure, any one of these girls would bow down at my feet, if I willed it.

I kept my composure and nodded that I understood, I didn't need confrontation right now. So I ordered a a single malt scotch on the rocks. if I was going to drink it must as least be something I could stomach, as the pain was slowly starting to set in.

Scantily dressed girls with long flowing hair, overly large mounds, and strings of cloth up between their cheeks, danced atop older and younger man's laps.

The dancing girls wore blank expressions but provocative, while the men below them popped tents in their expensive name brand suits.

The depraved thoughts of each of them made me want to hurl. Disgusting filthy creatures!

Like pictures reels floating above thier heads I could see their thoughts, smell thier sin.

Not all of them were inhuman but the innocent ones were few and far between.

There thoughts were very impure and some I never wanted to ever think of again.

Men are animals, sickos, actually. I will never fully understand how someone with money could get away with hurting and outright humiliating young girls, and how they could allow it to happen?

Money talks..... Money is power..... There are a few men in here, I would like nothing more then to rip their f...ing heads of their gucci clad suited shoulders, but that would have to wait for another time.

I wasn't here for them tonight I was only here for one person and it was very hard to find him in an overcrowded strip club.

Grey would know exactly where he was hiding. My nose was filled with so many revolting scents, I couldn't tell where one started and another began.

Every table was filled tonight for only being a Thursday night.

I found a small two person barstool style table in the far corner of the stage up against a wall. It was positioned right infront of a couple young twenty something guys, a girl sitting in each of their laps.

The men were dressed in black and navy blue Armani silk suits. High powered attorneys, bored as hell, willing to spend a ton for a goodtime. They will find themselves behind the curtained private rooms before the night was over.

These guys were harmless for the most part. Their wallets too full and their heads too full of hot hair.

The music in the air began to stale and then slowed to a stop. The beat of a dumb solo replaced it, as the dj behind the stage announced the next dancer of the night. His voice was low and then full of enthusiasm.

" Your in for a treat tonight folks! Grey is up next, she is going to steal your hearts and all your time. Hold on to your clothes cause this girl is gonna knock your socks off. "

I turned in my heavy black stool getting overwhelmed with boredom and disgust for the sexist comments surrounding me. Men were sitting on the edge of thier seats getting ready for what was to come, a wad of cash in-between their fingertips.

The lights around us began to dim, the stage was now pitch black. In a few seconds, the room was wild with booming and offensive racy music. Flashing colors of neon stars filled the space around us, as ear piercing shouts and catcalls sprang out in the crowds of s*x craved men. Hands then began banging the tops of tables, some screaming the name "Grey" in unison.

Grey appeared at the back of the stage a bright spot light followed her as her red strappy high heels clicked against the metallic flooring.

Her hair was in a tight ponytail on the top of her head, fiery red curls falling down like a waterfall of flame. The curves and muscles in her abs glowed and silvery body glitter made her flesh twinkle as she walked below the bright lights.

Her body was wrapped in a black leather teddy, bright red lace trimed the edges. A tiny red ruffle skirt barely covered her from the waist down, exposing the her cheeks, only parted by a black silk string beneath the folds of her skin.

Disgust filled my throat, this type of crude exploitation of women, I will never fully understand. I wasn't here to watch her or anyone for that matter. I was here for one thing and one thing only, I reminded myself.

Although, I would be the "only "man here leaving with a stripper. The others would watch with envy.