Kira pulled out a stack of papers that she had printed. “Okay, I looked into this guy’s finances. Andrew Lacroix . . . says that he’s thirty years old.” She looked at her guests. “He isn’t, is he?”
“Not for two-hundred and twenty years,” Clara responded.
“Damn. How old . . . no, I won’t ask. Anyway, most of his finances are tied up in real estate, and he has a number of hotels and clubs in the Savannah area. All of it seems to be above board, but then you’ve got his import/export business. The weird part is his exports.”
“What’s weird about them?” Sebastian asked.
“There aren’t any. He seems to dish out money and the proper paperwork for bringing stuff into the country, but I can’t find anything that gets shipped out.”
“Any idea of what he’s been bringing in?”
“Can’t say that, but I can tell you where he’s getting it. Africa is the big one on the list, but he’s getting some stuff on the Middle East. I just don’t find any records of him selling anything. This wouldn’t be as unusual if he was simply listed as a collector, but as a business model it doesn’t make any sense. What’s strange is that the business STILL is reported as being in the black. Whoever he’s got cooking his books is good. And there’s more,” she added excitedly. This was apparently the most fun she’d had in a while.
“Which is?” Shamira was smiling. Kira looked incredibly energetic, even more so that during their tryst on her last visit.
“I’ve seen people with doctors, lawyers, masseuses, and security on retainer, but this guy . . . he’s got archaeologists, geologists, and even a herpetologist.”
Shamira looked thoughtful. “Okay, what the hell is he up to? He could be using money from the morning star trade to beef up the import/export business, but –”
“What the hell would he need scientists like that for? What is he looking for in places like Africa?” Sebastian pondered.
“And someone who studies reptiles?” Clara muttered. She had a really, really bad feeling about this, but she wasn’t going to bring it up in front of the others. Not until she’d had a chance to research it first. “Hey Kira, you’re amazing.”
“Yeah, you went above and beyond the call of duty on this one,” Shamira said.
Kira blushed. “It’s okay. It’s nice that someone remembers that we’re still useful.” She had tried to keep her tone light, but tears tinged her voice. Most of their “friends” from their prior life had faded into the woodwork the day she and Arthur had been diagnosed.
“I won’t forget it,” Shamira replied. She glanced over at her friends, then directed her eyes to the door.
Clara grinned. “Anxious, are we?” She leaned in and kissed Shamira softly before standing up.
Sebastian followed suit, minus the kiss. “I can’t follow that,” he said, grinning at Clara. “Call us when you need a lift.” Then Shamira and her donors were alone.
“So, the bedroom is that way?” Shamira asked, standing up and pulling Kira and Arthur with her.
Kira smiled. “Did you decide which of us you wanted to donate this time, or –”
Shamira grabbed both of their shirts, and pulled them close. “I think I can handle both of you,” she replied. “I’d hate to break up such a perfect pair.” She stepped into the bedroom, untying her vest and leaving it on the floor. Arthur and his wife stared at the door, then at each other, then hurried into the bedroom. Shamira had unzipped her pants and laid back on the bed, waiting expectantly with her breasts jutting up proudly.
Kira slid up next to the vampire while Arthur removed Shamira’s boots and pants. He’d wanted the Elvira Mistress of the Dark get-up, but peeling black leather off of that sculpted body was a pretty damn good substitute. He left the thong on for the time being. He’d never thought that a woman like this would wear a thong until he remembered that she used to be a bodybuilder and had worn just as skimpy outfits on stage. He looked up and saw that Kira’s eyes had already glazed over as Shamira kissed her neck.
There were no fangs yet, but his wife had a serious neck fetish. He loved seeing her like this, especially since they’d never thought they could have this life again. Strangely, the disease that might kill them both had delivered them into the life they had always wanted. They thanked the Goddess that someone like Shamira had taken notice of a couple that most wanted to forget.
Arthur kissed his way up the inside of Shamira’s thigh until he reached her sex, then he worked his way along the other thigh. He was enjoying this too much, both what he was doing and what he was seeing his wife on the verge of cumming just from having her neck played with.
Shamira pulled away and rolled onto her side. “Why don’t you two play for a bit?” she said as she leaned on her elbow. Suddenly the couple was flashing nervous smiles at each other, and it was actually kind of fun for the vampire to watch. ‘It’s nice seeing people like this,’ she thought. ‘In love.’
And that made her think of Clara. A lot of things made her thing of that wicked, wicked woman. After everything that Shamira had done in her short but active new sexual career, Clara was still the one that could make her want to blush. She decided to help out, lending a hand to Kira at getting her husband’s pants off. When they were done, both of their heads were close to his rigid member, and they smiled at each other.
Kira went first, taking it into her mouth and slurping noisily, sucking on the head and then going halfway down the shaft. Then she pulled away and let Shamira have a turn, the vamp licking that purple mushroom before swallowing him to the root. Ah, the advantages of not needing to breathe. She sucked on Arthur for a minute while Kira sucked his clean-shaven balls into her mouth. Then they switched places again.
The vampire pulled back for a moment to watch Kira work her husband’s shaft. She looked good . . . hell, they both did. She wasn’t sure, but it actually looked like Arthur had lost a little weight, which might be cause for concern except that he also seemed less pale. And his sex drive wasn’t exactly hurting, as he was grabbing his wife’s hair and plunging his root into her mouth.
Shamira slid her hand down Kira’s back, slipping a finger between her folds as she blew her husband on all fours. She let Kira take sole control of the rod and slipped behind her, fingering the woman’s sex while biting her on the ass. Then she pulled those ass cheeks apart and let her tongue do some exploring, cutting through cleft with broad strokes.
Kira forgot how to blow cock for a moment. Her experience with women was limited, but Shamira seemed to know what she was doing. “Damn,” she muttered, looking back for a moment. “Where’d you learn to . . . uhm, you know.”
Shamira smiled. “Clara is a good teacher.”
“Just checking. Ooh!” Kira cooed as the vampire went back to work. She gave her husband a lustful glance and then let his pole penetrate her mouth again.
Shamira flicked her tongue against that hard little clit, loving how it made Kira’s body shake just a little bit. She sucked on each labia, swirled her tongue deep, then when back after the clitoris with a vengeance. Kira was moaning like a banshee . . . or at least what Kira imagined a banshee would sound like. She’d never met one. Shamira got a naughty idea. She grabbed Kira’s climaxing body, lifted it up, and placed it securely on her husband’s dick.
“What . . . are you –” Kira gasped. Then she felt Shamira’s arms wrap around her from behind, lips pressed against her neck, and then — “Oh Goddess!” Shamira’s fangs dipped into that perfect skin, diving into the river of blood beneath the surface. Kira’s heart felt like it might burst, but she felt no fear because that wasn’t what Shamira wanted. She felt so hot that she thought her blood had become molten. It course up through her body and into Shamira’s fangs, and she felt . . . every . . . single . . . drop. Kira climaxed over and over, clenching her husband’s rod within her own body, connected to the man she loved.
The vampire withdrew her fangs and let Kira collapse against Arthur’s chest, her chest heaving like only a satisfied lover’s could. The couple kissed, then both looked slyly over at Shamira. Kira slid aside, allowing for the vampire to straddle Arthur’s lap.
“I don’t think I’m going to last much longer,” he gulped, blushing a bit at the admission.
“You’ll last long enough,” Shamira replied. She sank down on to him and without missing a beat, sank her fangs into his neck. Each small movement of their hips away and then back towards each other felt like a jackhammer blow, and Arthur’s sweat conducted his heat into her body. He came quick and he came by the gallon, but he didn’t shrink until Shamira pulled her fangs away.
Then she reached up and dragged a nail along each shoulder, letting a bit of her own blood flow up. Kira and Arthur each attached themselves to a shoulder and tasted briefly of Shamira’s blood, thrilled that they got to be, even if just for a moment, the kind of being they had idolized for so long.
Shamira got dressed and they said their goodbyes after Kira had promised to do a little more discrete digging into Lacroix’s finances. Clara and Sebastian showed up in the parking lot a little while later, with Sebastian looking annoyed and Clara looking like the cat who’d just had a saucer of milk.
“I’m just saying,” Sebastian was mutter as Shamira climbed into the car, “that us weres need something equivalent!”
“Equivalent to what?” Shamira asked.
“Donors. I mean, the vamps all get the house sex, then you vamps get a steady stream of somethin’ somethin’ on the side. Hell, you’re encouraged.”
“We NEED donors, you whiny bitch,” Clara said, sounding vulgar and prim at the same time. “You can get all the action you want outside the house.”
“If I want to get something but things are busy, I can’t go,” he explained. “You, on the other hand, are obligated to go get blood, and all of y’all pretty much turn it into nooky.”