"The Virgin and the Vampire"

Vincent Richardson stood outside the back door of the small town café, waiting patiently. An intensive search lasting more than three months and taking him to more than two dozen small towns throughout rural Oregon, Washington, and Idaho had finally yielded him the woman who would fulfill his physical needs. Now came the hard part: getting her to agree to his incredibly outrageous terms.

He rose to height as the door opened and she emerged, just as she had three days straight at the end of her morning breakfast shift. When her gaze fell upon him, Vincent smiled, offered his hand, greeted her with the name on the pin adorning her beautiful breasts, and said with a friendly tone, "I was wondering if maybe we could get a cup of coffee ... 'cross the street maybe." He recognized her expression and quickly explained, "I'm not stalking you or anything like that. I just..." He cleared his throat and took a more serious tone. "I have a business proposition for you. An offer you won't get any where else over the course of your life, I promise you."

The Virgin

Chloe Grace Evans was finally free for the day, the day of her twenty-first birthday, and yet she felt no real sense of excitement in this. It was just another day, in another bland life in the middle of no where U. S. of A. She'd make her way to her mother's trailer, kick off her sneakers and plop down onto the couch to watch some boring program or another on the television until it came time to make dinner. Nothing ever happened in Shoup, nothing ever would. The diner she worked at was a bar by night, diner by day and called "The Rat Race." Who would actually eat at a place called the rat race? Only in this one-horse town...

Born and raised here, she'd had hoped at one time to get out of this place and see the city. See the ocean and maybe even see a foreign country, but that all took money and money was something this town didn't have much of. Else Mr. Cooper wouldn't still be leaving a quarter by his empty coffee cup every morning on his way to the post office. Same tip since nineteen eighty three, and he didn't see fit to raise it out of what he called 'peer pressure'. He amused her, he reminded her too of her grandfather. "God rest his soul.." Muttered as she cleared the back door and eyed the large dirt lot and trailers out at the far end, nestled near the River of no return. Home was just a few minutes away, thank god.

"Hello Chloe." A warm accented voice spoke to her left, startled enough to near jump out of her sneakers, she whirled about to face the stranger with the warm voice.

"Hello?" Squeaked out, willing her heart beat to cease it's wild hammering as she cleared her throat. "Hello." She tried again, flashing a forced smile, still a bit rattled to be caught off guard. She had not seen him there when she stepped outside, but was anyone ever out back of this place who didn't work for old Shepley?

"I was wondering if maybe we could get a cup of coffee ... 'cross the street maybe."

Now that really threw her off her game, why would some stranger want to ask her across the road for coffee? Suspect behavior, and it must have shown on her face because he quickly added he was not stalking her. Like she would believe a guy who looks like he does would stalk someone like her? She could not help but roll her eyes at that remark. Guy's didn't stalker her, hell. Guys here, if they weren't related to her, didn't even ask her to sit down near them.

He cleared his throat and took a more serious tone. "I have a business proposition for you. An offer you won't get any where else over the course of your life, I promise you."

Now THAT piqued her curiosity. Her eyes lift to the parking lot across the road, noting that the drive inn ice cream shop was busy as usual. Meaning he wouldn't be alone with her.. That thought made her nearly laugh but smile quite brightly. Amused with such notions that she, of all women, would be in any danger here in Shoup? By this guy? Shrugging, her internal battle over with, she gave a quick nod.

"Alright." Wondering briefly who set up this joke? Brad maybe? Perhaps a cousin put this guy up to some stupid trick. It wouldn't surprise her in the slightest to learn that one of her family or many of her 'enemies' set her up for some stupid comedy short "caught on camera" prank. Punk'd maybe? She also wondered this guy's name, almost asked how much he was being paid for this joke too but thought better of voicing such a hateful thought.

She gave him wide berth as she walked about him and ahead, moving across the old highway and into the ice cream shop. As she had no car, she went inside to one of the old booths and sat down. Already she felt her irritation growing, wondering how long this town and it's occupants would pull tricks and make snide remarks before they grew bored of tormenting her?

"You know, whomever set you up to try and trick me probably isn't going to pay you." She piped up as he came close enough to hear her. Green eyes turned his way, staring hard at him as if to judge and measure the man up.

Vincent was actually a bit surprised -- and very pleased -- that Chloe so easily took his invitation. He watched her step around him and head for the nearby ice cream shop, taking a moment to look her backside up and down before casually hurrying to catch up and walk beside her. She had a very appealing shape, and it didn't take much to imagine what she would look like without the jeans and blouse.

Inside the Shoppe, he stepped up to the counter. There was a gramma-type trying her best to get the two small children with her to make a decision on flavors, sprinkles, and/or cone types. Vincent had no desire to stand in line behind the trio. He pulled a thick wad of bills from his pocket, ripped off a fifty, and set it on the counter before the teen in the embarrassing upside down sugar cone hat.

"Sweetheart, what ever they want," he told her with a flirtatious smile. "On me ... if you wouldn't mind getting me a couple of espressos first." He looked to the older lady, who was eying him suspiciously. "Fair enough?" The two children made her mind up for her by jumping up and down, spitting out their choices of multiple flavors and such. Vincent smiled wider, humored by the realization that while he'd succeeded in cutting in line, he hadn't helped Gramma in her own quest.

He headed for the booth, hearing the espresso machine behind him over the sound of the excited children. He sat just in time to hear Chloe say, "You know, whomever set you up to try and trick me probably isn't going to pay you."

Vincent smiled, then chuckled. "I can see how you might think that, Chloe, but ... this in no trick ... no prank. I truly have a business proposition for you." A pair of hand clutching teens passed by, causing Vincent to pause. He studied Chloe for a moment. "Earlier ... behind the café ... I told you that I wasn't stalking you. I ... I should clarify that statement a bit. I have been watching you, but ... I wouldn't call it stalking, as there was no ill intent involved."

He hesitated again as yet more townies passed within ear shot. "I should tell you a little about myself ... before I make my proposal. My name is Vincent. Vincent Richardson. I live in..." He smiled, donning a bit of an embarrassed expression. "Well, to be honest, I live just about anywhere I want to live ... West Coast ... East Coast ... Europe, Australia. I have homes in each of those ... and others. But ... the home that will be of interest to you is in Malibu. California."

While he could safely presume that Chloe -- like any small town girl -- had visions of seeing more of the world than the little burg in which they'd grown up, he couldn't know about the young woman's dream of one day seeing the ocean and the world beyond it. But her reaction to his claims made Vincent hesitate, then smile just a bit more.

The teen in the funky hat arrived, setting the two little ceramic shot glasses of espresso before them. She smiled -- to Vincent, of course -- before offering him his change. He winked to her, saying, "It's yours, sweetheart."

She giggled and practically bounded back to her station. Vincent looked back to Chloe and continued, revealing without a hint of apology some personal details about the young woman that a stranger shouldn't have known. "I understand that today is your twenty-first birthday. This is of importance to me, as it means that you have no age restrictions as to what you are able to do with yourself. Drink, smoke, travel..."

Most people talking about such things might have also included have sex. But Vincent's interest in Chloe was centered upon -- actually, solely dependent upon -- her lack of sex. It probably wouldn't have helped mentioning that he could smell her purity. First, she would have been incredibly offended and embarrassed. And second, she would have laughed herself silly at even the thought that someone could smell virginity or a lack thereof.

"So ... the proposition," he said, waiting one more time as yet more Shoupers passed by. "What would you think about relocating to Malibu...? living by the beach, shopping in Los Angeles ... special events across the country ... the Oscars ... the Grammies ... box seats at the Super bowl ... front row center for any concert that interests you ... vacations around the world ... Paris ... Milan ... Tahiti. A closet full of clothes as big as your current bedroom ... a jewelry box full of diamonds as big as the café register..."

Vincent could have continued, but his outrageous offers were making an effect on her that told him he should get to the other side of the coin he was flipping about: what he wanted in return. He hesitated a final time for eavesdroppers, then said quite bluntly, "And all I ask you to give me in return is control over your body."

Chloe

Okay, so she can admit to herself that she went with this guy out of curiosity but mostly because he was down right H. O. T. Too bad he was out of his friggen' mind!
Eyes scanned for cameras, inside and outside the windows. Even going so far as to bend over in her seat and look beneath the table for a microphone or some other kind of recording device. Yet she saw nothing but his slacks, shoes, and numerous globs of chewed gum stuck to the bottom of the table.

Gross!

Glad she kept her hands on TOP of the table, she returned upright and eyed the man across from her, fighting very hard not to burst into fits of giggles and laughter! God knew it was hard! Lips twitched, eyes watered a bit and yet he sat there. Stone cold serious! That made it all that much more funny to her, just .. SO damn hard not to laugh! Someone had to set him up for this, how else would he know it's her birthday?

"So.. Diamonds huh?" She cleared her throat, biting her lip to keep from laughing, "A yacht to Cancun maybe? Or maybe a cruise to Spain?" Nothing she said seemed to phase him, hell! He didn't even blink or bat an eye! "Spring in Paris and perhaps the fall in Austria?" She rambled off more nonsensical flamboyant ways to spend money and do obscenely rich things. Her mind was screaming at her, HOW did he know all this about her? WHO put him up to this?!

"You know.. I knew that when that Fifty shades of stupid came out, there would be some crazy types out there who would think that stuff is real..but never did I imagine a man would be so.. gullible." She shook her head, a bubble of laughter escaping despite her best efforts not to lose it. "Control over my body...." She scoffed at that, unsure if it was sick and twisted or funny and insane.? A brow quirked up, shaking her head as she was just.. flabbergasted! A popular word with her grandpa, and it applied well and true here! "Want a kidney, take a kidney?" She shook her head, fingers pushing the small cup of whatever drugged concoction he was drinking as far away from her person as possible!

"I don't know if I should slap you for such an insult as to insinuate I am some kind of whore of all things OR.." Interrupting him before he could speak back and deny such words or thoughts, "Laugh. I mean.. WOW! As far as jokes go, this one is by far the most impressive.." Her light bubbly tone dwindled down to a growl of disapproval and a glare on top of it all.

"What is mostly disturbing is you know my name and I do not know yours. My age and that it's my birthday, where I work, and you're." She paused to make air quotes, "NOT A stalker" fixing a real hard look at the gorgeous man, "who wants to give me everything I could ever possibly want and I have never met you before in my life... a little odd, don't you think?" A brow lift once more as her face turned and she gave him a little look from the corner of her eye, lips twitching with a smirk. "Camera's some where? My mom put you up to this nutty scene? She had a weird thing for that Fifty shades bologna.."

Why are all the cute ones insane or gay? Just not right, not right at all. Well this odd conversation, in a very public and completely safe place, was a much more amusing way to spend her afternoon off. Soaps were so dramatic and boring, at least this guy was amusing, mental but very nice to look at.

As Chloe neared the end of her response, the edge's of Vincent's lips began to widen and rise, just enough to be called a smile. He waited a moment as not to possibly interrupt her, then said quietly, "I understand your doubt, but--"

He didn't get to finish, as the door burst open and a flood of screaming 9 and 10 year old Little Leaguers surged into the parlor. Vincent wasn't typically distracted by such events, but the noise and mayhem were going to make it very difficult for him to conclude his business -- one way or the other -- with the young woman sitting across from him. He waved toward the teen in the embarrassing hat. It was all that was necessary to send her bounding again back toward the booth.

"Can I get you more coffee, sir?" she almost sang out to him.

By the time she'd arrived, Vincent had again pulled out his cash and removed the gleaming, 14 carat gold and black onyx money clip. He ripped off two fifties this time. They and the remaining wad of cash were easily displayed to Chloe, and assuming that the rest of the bills were also fifties there was at least five grand right there in the man's big, strong hands.

"Sweetheart," he said with a flirtatious smile, "why don't you invite the--" He looked to one of the boy's uniform, continuing, "--Mighty Mouses ... or would that be Mighty Mice in the plural...?" The teen giggled and shrugged animatedly. He continued, pushing the two bills across the table toward her, "Invite them to the outside tables and get them anything they want on me?"

All too quickly she asked with wide eyes, "And the change...?"

Vincent only gave her a knowing smile and again that playful wink. She giggled again, snatched up the bills, turned toward the accompanying parents, and called out with a volume Vincent wouldn't have thought possible from such a tiny thing, "Free ice cream to anyone who moves out to the patio!"

There was an explosion of glee, and the flood reversed course out the way it had entered. Twenty seconds later, the parlor was again quiet, and twenty seconds after that the parents and coaches were scooping from the tubs of Neapolitan and Rocky Road the teen had pulled from the walk-in freezer and filling Styrofoam bowls for their jumping bean players.

Vincent had opened the wad of bills fully as the pre-teens departed and ripped off six more bills, this time hundreds. He set them on the table before Chloe, clipped the rest of the wad, pocketed it, then reached to the inside pocket of his jacket and pulled out a large envelope that said United Airlines on it. He set it atop the money to hide it, not wanting the beauty before him to be embarrassed should any friends -- or enemies -- suddenly walk by and see this Old Man giving her what would look like sex solicitation money.

"As I was saying," he continued, beginning to slide out of the booth. "I understand your doubt, Chloe. But I assure you ... I am on the level. As far as wanting your kidney goes--" He smiled as he stood, then chuckled just a bit. He'd gotten a variety of responses in the past when he made his pitch, but this was the first time his request to have control over a woman's body had gotten him that reply. "I assure you that your body will remain intact." He leaned over the table and lowered his volume a bit, not wanting any of the dozen or so townies -- mostly at the other end of the store -- to hear him. "And, to set your mind at ease, this isn't about wanting to have sex with you, as I am sure that was going to be your next question. I will never ... ask you to have sex with me. I'm not asking you to be my Mistress."

Vincent knew he needed to address the have control over your body comment further, so he said with a voice almost too soft for her to hear, "I will have other needs for your body, Chloe, but ... I assure you that no harm will come to you. Nor will I ever expose or humiliate you. I'm not a porn king. You will never feel shame or embarrassment from what I ask of you."

He stood tall again, adjusting his jacket as he studied her reaction to his last revelation. He glanced at the ticket and the unseen money. "Inside that envelope are two round trip, first class, open ended ticket from Portland, Oregon, to Los Angeles, California. You can use them anytime, though ... I would prefer sooner than later. This is not an open ended offer."

The City of Roses was more than two hundred miles from here, but it was still the closest airport with first class, non-stop service to California. He continued as he set a business card on the table before her with a finger tip tapped to it. "This is my card. There are two phone numbers in addition to mine. The first is a limo service out of Portland that will come and get you and a family member ... or a girl friend, if you prefer ... to take you to PDX. They can be here within six hours. The second is my personal driver in Malibu. You call him from midflight, and he will be waiting for you at the airport. Use the cash to pay for the limo ... and, of course, keep the change."

The teen clerk hurried by to gather more necessities-- still giggling and flashing wide smiles at Vincent -- then hurried back out again. He looked back to Chloe and went on, "Come down for a weekend. Stick your feet in the sand. Check out the stars on the Hollywood Walk of Fame. Do some shopping. Anything you desire." He studied her for a moment before continuing, "If you don't like what I am offering..." He lifted his gaze to the small burg beyond the dusty windows for a moment before adding, "...come home." He looked back to Chloe again and smiled as his head cocked a bit to one side. "If you like what I am offering ... stay. I assure you, Chloe ... you can leave at any time."

He added with a more somber tone, "You can turn me down, of course. Stay here in ... what's it called, Shoup...?" His tone was obviously meant to remind her of what was ahead of a young woman with few avenues of escape from small town life. "But Chloe, remember ... the worst that can possibly happen is you do indeed find out I'm a crack pot ... you enjoy a couple of days in Malibu ... and you come home. Think of it as a happy 21st birthday gift from an anonymous stranger. No harm, no foul."

Vincent then offered out his hand, making it obvious that he was done and ready to leave her to her decision...

Chloe

So it wasn't about sex, which was a relief and it also stung a little bit. Though she wouldn't say so aloud or even let it show, it did bother her. She had heard enough about sex and a girl's first time to never, ever want to go there. Who the hell wanted to be in pain with some guy grunting and sweating all over her? Not that she had that worry, sex didn't appeal to her and no guy she met even looked at her in that way. Well not to her knowledge anyway. She gave a brief nod, she understood him clearly when he said it wasn't about sex or porn and no harm was going to come to her. She just wanted that horrifying conversational piece over with and FORGOTTEN!

So what was it he wanted exactly? It made her think, and why he couldn't just clarify that to her was another mystery. She could see he had wealth, if he wasn't throwing it around already, it was in the scent he wore and the cut of his clothes. She'd seen enough top end clothing to know his was even more high priced than she was used to seeing on the 'elites' here in Shoup's small society. It nagged at her, what did he want with her body? No harm, no sex, and nothing terrible.. So he said. Paid for fully and free to walk away at any time?

The tickets were pulled from the envelope as she slid his card inside. Lifting the tickets, she inspected them both front and back. They looked real too. So? What gives? She knew round trips weren't cheap, she had priced a few tickets when she was trying to get to Vegas and attend UNLV.

"Alright." She pushed it all into the envelope and stood up before she lost her nerve but she was and would be doubtful until the very end of this... whatever THIS was, came to a conclusion. "Give me two weeks, Mr. Richardson. Either I will be there or your things will be returned via mail." She stood without his aid, extending a hand to shake his as she eyed him up and down. The possibilities were endless, and with a city full of colleges? If she could, in truth as he said, have anything she wanted in agreement with this arrangement, then she could attend school finally! She barely heard anything he said, her mind working double time to solve this puzzle while elation was coursing through her veins, she would escape Shoup!

She gave a tentative smile and made her exit ahead of him. She didn't linger to make nice or ask more questions, she had to think. So she crossed the highway as a truck rambled past and entered the diner where she and her mother worked. She knew she didn't have much to rely on to make it in this life, except her mind. And if he was going to pay for it, what is a few years posing or wearing weird clothing in the scheme of life? Well she imagined if it wasn't sex, it was some kind of model or clothing model job. What else do you do with a body? She didn't have a bad face, but she knew she was not one of those heart throb do-anything-for beauty queens. She was rail thin and small breasted as well, more boyish than womanly. She accepted that, she preferred sports, climbing and hiking to dating and gossip anyway.

Still.. Why did he want control over her body? If he had tattoo fetishes, she would be right back here in a heart beat! "I am not getting inked up!" She grumbled out loud as her butt found a cushioned stool to set on.

"What was that honey?" Her mom Trisha was not three feet away, and she had not seen her mother standing there? Holy hell! This guy was really distracting her with his .. proposal. She was pumped up anyway, confused, excited, curious and cautious as well. She wanted to run to let off steam, she wanted to laugh, shout it out and she wanted to go google that jokester's name!

"Mom!" Her face lit up, eyes beamed as she moved to sit on a stool, "I got a job opportunity and possibility of a fully paid tuition to college!" She had been wanting this since she was in junior high, an escape from this bump in the road no where hole in the earth place! Where no one knew her, where no one was related to her! Where there were people of all races, jobs of all types, music and culture and ... LIFE!

"A job huh?" That tone. It was THAT tone of voice her mother always used when in doubt. It made her want to groan, growl and roll her own eyes as her mother stood there giving her this brow lift questioning expression. "And where is this job?"

Yeah. Mom doubted it too, but she wouldn't show that face to her mother in return.

"California. Malibu to be exact.." She added with a soft murmur in her voice.

They did not quite argue and her mother did not quite demand anything of her, nor try and sway her either way but Trisha wasn't used to being alone any more than Chloe was. In the end, Chloe won her mother over with accepting the fact that Chloe was going to leave this place and try to make it out there in the world much larger than this cattle ranch county. Plus, she had open tickets to come right back home. So what could go wrong?

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Two Weeks Later -


She'd never flown before, wasn't sure she would be able to do it either. The entire ride TO the airport, sitting between a mother of two and one of her twin pre-teen sons the whole way did not help. Grey Hound really did need to do something about seating arrangements, the damn kid's elbow was in her ribs ninety percent of the ride from Shoup to Portland. She kept her mind as positive as she could, silently coaching herself that it would be alright. It's a short flight and she loved to hike up the mountain, so whats wrong with being miles above ground? ... Right...

She gave her full two week notice but Mr. Shepley let her go a few days early so she could make the road trip on time. They threw a little party for her the night before she left, everyone gathering at the diner slash bar for a bit of cake and well wishes. It was all family, no friends and most were primarily there for the free peanuts and beer by the pitcher sale for the big game on T.V. Still, it was thoughtful of them. Her mom kept a positive outlook and big smile most of the night, but there was reserve in her blue eyes.

It did not stop her from going, it would take a nuclear bomb to stop Chloe from going to California. The thought made her smile, but at least she stuck to her guns on what mattered most. Only a fool would pass by such an opportunity, well maybe. She still had to learn exactly what it was Mr. Richardson wanted with her. One carry on bag with her small things and one suitcase were all her worldly possessions, and made it much easier to get from one air plane onto the next. The last leg of the journey, she made a phone call to the number on Vincent's card to let the strange voice on the other end know she was arriving in a little over an hour and then texted her mother to update before take off. This way she wouldn't get any embarrassing phone calls from her Mom shouting at her for not calling. You would think that at twenty one years of age she had earned the right and proven herself smart enough to her mother, that she could get to California in one piece for pete's sake.

But that's her mom, nosey and loving.

The flight was uneventful, the flight attendant was a guy and very friendly with her. Kind enough to check on her often as the flight went by. Some where between San Francisco and LA she let go of the arm rests. Landing made her queasy, and getting off the plane.. Well it took all her self control NOT to run for the door and boarding ramp out of there. She got lost only once before some lady helped her find the luggage spinning thing and her bag. Now she had only to locate this driver?

Malibu
Yesterday:

Vincent was in his den with business associates when his Personal Aide knocked lightly, entered and made her way over to lean over his shoulder. She whispered, "Miss Evans called. She has booked a flight for tomorrow."

Vincent's lips spread wide with delight. He nodded to the beauty -- whose ass he noticed was being ogled by the men and even one of the two women sitting opposite him -- and told her, "Thank you, Ella."

As she turned and departed, her heels clicking on the hard wood floors, Vincent studied the others. They'd been negotiating off and on for several weeks about the cost of and responsibility for transport of just one of the many products in which Vincent specialized, guns. It was ironic, Vincent thought, that he'd been involved in so many different and such varied businesses over the centuries, and yet guns -- and, before their invention, other weapons -- had always been his most profitable venture. People would forever want to kill other people. It was both sad and stable at the same time.

He stood suddenly, telling the group, "The price will remain as proposed. Thank you for meeting me this morning."

From left to right, varying forms of surprise filled the faces before him. The gentleman in charge responded, "But ... I thought--"

Vincent held a hand up in a stop gesture. His mind was focused on the guest he would be hosting beginning tomorrow, and even a multimillion dollar weapons sale held no interest for him. "Two hundred million. Delivery guaranteed by the 14th of next month. I will insure the weapons reach the airstrip of your choosing ... but once wheels are down, security is your responsibility. As they used to say in that game show, deal or no deal."

The heads before him looked left and right for a long moment, until finally the head man stood and, with obvious reluctance, stuck out his hand, saying, "Deal."



LAX
Today:

"Miss Evans?"

The driver smiled to Chloe as she turned toward him. He stepped closer and offered his hand. "My name is Thomas. I am Mister Richardson's driver, and I will be taking you back to the Malibu house today." He waved to a baggage handler he'd already tipped to receive specialized service, and the young man snatched up the young woman' suitcase and headed for the exit. Thomas smiled and waved a hand in invitation to Chloe, saying, "This way, Miss."

He led her to a Cadillac sitting at the curb in a no parking zone. A lot attendant was watching over it, to ensure it wasn't ticketed or towed and -- after also being tipped -- thanked Thomas and went about his business. Thomas opened the door and again gave Chloe an inviting wave. As she sat, he assured her, "We'll be home within the hour."

The time of day made for a quick exit from the airport. Highway 1 took them out of LA, through Marina Del Rey and Santa Monica, and up the coastline toward Malibu. Occasionally Thomas checked the mirror to see Chloe's reactions to the never-before-seen sights. He had been made aware that the Landlubber had never been near the ocean before, so when they reached Sunset Beach near Inceville he asked back to her, "Would you like to get sand between your toes, Miss, before we meet Mister Richardson at the house?"



Malibu:

Vincent sat back in a lounge chair on the patio of his Malibu beach house watching a pair of large sailboats racing across the Santa Monica Bay. He'd always loved the concept of boating, but ... well, water wasn't something for which his kind were well suited. With the exception of the horrifying ocean crossing that had brought him to the New World so long ago, Vincent had never been aboard such a vessel. It didn't mean he couldn't enjoy the view. In fact, he owned one of the boats racing over the water before him, sponsoring the team in their long term goal of joining the upcoming America's Cup trials.

"Sir," a male voice said softly from the door. Vincent lowered the binoculars to look to his gentleman's gentleman. The man nodded politely to his boss. "Thomas called. They are on their way."

"Thank you, Gregory," Vincent responded, looking back to the water and boats for a moment before rising.

He made his way back inside and up the spiral staircase made of chromed steel and thick, Plexiglas steps. He walked into his bedroom and found the woman who had once been his blood donor sitting at her bureau. She wore very revealing, very sexy, very expensive undergarments that highlighted her already very sexy body, covered -- but certainly not hidden -- a floor length, semi-sheer teddy. He walked to her slowly, meeting her gaze as she watched him in the mirror. Reaching her, he leaned down to kiss her neck softly, then again more intimately. He peeked up into the mirror, meeting her gaze, and gently pulling her head a bit to the side bore his fangs very close to where he had for years sunk them to drink from her. He studied her reaction, then smiled and kissed her again instead.

"She's on her way," he whispered, twisting her head to press his lips to her own in a soft but erotic kiss. He toyed the tip of his tongue to her own, and when their mouths separated, he whispered, "Please me."

His former donor was, of course, now his lover. The transition had come three months ago, of course, at the same time Vincent had begun his search for a small town virgin to replace his former one. He knew he would miss the taste of the beauty upon whose smooth, soft skin his hands were now roaming. But transitions were part of being what he was. He'd appreciated this woman for many years. She'd served him well. She'd done her duty. And now, to continue the life style she'd enjoyed for so long, she served Vincent in a new, equally exciting way.

He backed away from her, dropping the robe he'd been wearing, revealing his wonderfully sculpted body. He pushed the underwear off his hips, dropping them to the floor, then stepped back and sat on the edge of the bed. He parted his knees to make a place for her, repeating his soft command, "Pleasure me."

Chloe

She did not bother with her seat belt, as she was first at one side of the backseat and then the other not one full city block later. But before the driver found the highway, she was once more crawling back to the other side she moved to to peer out excitedly from the window, hoping to see over traffic and guard rails to the ocean beyond. "Call me Chloe, Thomas.." She wasn't keen on this Miss Evans thing, made her feel like she was in school all over again. She gave him a genuine smile of pleasure, happy as could be to explore the new world!

So many people of so many walks of life were mulling about, driving by. Some slow, most were moving fast with tops down and hair blowing in the wind. Was it her or was everyone wearing sun glasses? She could not keep the grin from her face as she watched a loud group of girls in swim wear speed by in a jeep and little else. Everyone was tan here! Hell, she felt like friggen' snow white comparatively. Holding up her arm, she studied her porcelain skin skeptically. Maybe she should add tanning to her list of things to do? Or was that part of body control? She would have to remember to ask these important questions first, before getting too comfortable here. His question had her shifting to peer into the rear view mirror and Thomas' face, head nodding and smile bright.

"Oh yes! Yes, I would love to stop, if it is permitted?" Her grin widened unable to keep the child like excitement and awe from her voice. Her bright green eyes peeled to the passing scenery and passing cities all mashed together into one long full stretch. Was there even a street that separated these places she saw on exit ramps? She was not dressed for the beach but jeans and a t-shirt were about her only items in her wardrobe she wore. Fifteen T-shirts and five faded glory jeans, then of course underwear and such, but mostly T-shirts and jeans were packed in her large bag in the trunk. She'd roll up her pant legs and kick off her shoes, maybe even find some sea shells to send home to her mom.

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Mya

Brown eyes smiled up at Vincent as he drew near, soundlessly so as if stalking some kind of prey, stalking her. A shiver caressed her skin, causing goose bumps to rise and her body to give an involuntary shiver of pleasure as rosy nipples perked. Dark red locks tumbled as she released her hair, pulling it to one shoulder as she watched him come closer.

"She's on her way," His words brought a smile to her face but his touch caused a fire to burn in it's wake. Fifteen years, and she never grew tired of looking at him, of watching him. The last five years have been near torture, near unbearable being so near and yet, unable to touch. A soft moan let her lips peel open, part and speak her pleasure, that smile melting as she lost train of though and could do no more than feel.

"Good." Was all she could say to that, it meant he would not need to keep hunting down virgins and have more free time to enjoy each other. At thirty-three years old, she had only a little more time in which to enjoy Vincent before she carried on with her life, she wanted to enjoy every moment of the next few years that she could possibly eek out of him. And who would not want to spend their time with him? Smart, charming.. Watching him walk away from her, shedding what was left of his business suit, the only thing that came to mind was sexy as sin.

"I am surprised you managed to find a virgin of legal age.." She had said this before when he left, but what choice did he have? He had to feed from some one and he or she had to be a virgin, but in this day and age? Finding one was a miracle in of it's self. She rose to follow him, hunger growing as she watched him shed those boxer briefs and seat himself upon the bed.

She stood between his spread knees, a coy smile on her ruby lips, sinking before him as her eyes never shift away. Fingers spread and press to his chest, sliding down over sculpted muscle and toying about each tight nipple. Her knees meeting the carpet, she could not keep the promise from her smile nor her eyes, pressing him back a bit further until her lips met lower abs and tongue lapped cross thigh to hip. "Pleasure you? Tell me, what pleases you tonight?" She teased in a soft whisper, words she knew he could hear quite clearly. She bit into his inner thigh, just enough to torment, but no more. "Here?" Hands trailed down toned thighs, rasping in the sprinkling of dark hair as she caressed each leg, shifting to lick up the other thigh, stopping to swirl that wicked tongue in slow circles. "Here? Perhaps.." His cock bumped against her jaw line, chin as she smiled even wider. "Here?" those brown eyes turned up to his face as she opened to him, rubbing her red lip stick and tongue up the side of his swollen cock.

In the Cadillac:

"Call me Chloe, Thomas."

The driver looked into the mirror. Though she couldn't see his lips, the crinkling of his eyes might have told her he was smiling politely. "Yes, Miss. I mean ... Chloe."

She jumped at the chance to run about the sand before reaching the Malibu house, and a few minutes later, he was watching her from the parking lot as her feet sank into the brown. He'd always lived on the coast, so he couldn't imagine the delight Chloe was feeling at this moment. It was obvious that she wasn't a Southern Cali Girl: he looked up and down the beach, and other than his Charge, Thomas didn't find a single pair of female legs that wasn't exposed at least to the upper thigh.

The phone on his belt vibrated. He found a text message from Gregory, Vincent's house man reading Engaged. Take your time. Thomas smiled, knowing what engaged meant: his boss was getting laid. Thomas looked back to the young woman enjoying her new experience and wondered what it must be like to be a man of such means. Many men with money and power have mistresses. Many of them have more than one. But to have two living under the same roof at the same time? That was simply ... amazing!

Of course, Thomas didn't know the particulars of what services the women of the Malibu house provided Vincent. Thomas just drove the car. He wasn't paid to be inquisitive of such things. In fact, he got paid double what the average personal driver earned because he was not to be inquisitive about such things.

He called out over the sand, "Take you time, Miss-- Chloe! We aren't in any hurry!"


In the Malibu house:

"I am surprised you managed to find a virgin of legal age," Mya told Vincent as she rose to join him at the bed.

He knew he'd still be out there looking if his beyond-human hearing hadn't picked up Chloe's worried conversation with her coworker about due bills. "We got lucky."

By we, Vincent meant himself, Mya, and the entire household. It wasn't just his need for what Chloe could give him personally that was important. His future, Mya's future, the staff he paid, the business associates whose fortunes rode on his worldwide reach ... they all depended upon what he would soon be drawing from Chloe's veins.

He drew a deep, excited breath as the red headed beauty on her knees before him began caressing her fingers upon him, kissing his sensitive flesh ... and moving closer and closer to one of the many acts he'd wanted to pursue with her for so many years but had resisted with great effort. He moaned as he felt her wet lips slide up the side of his rock hard shaft, then over the supersensitive head, then down the other side to again kiss his inner thigh. With his eyes closed, Vincent could remember the night he'd decided to change their relationship ... the night he'd, for the first time, removed his clothes in her presence ... the night he'd laid her back upon his bed ... and entered her with a level of passion he hadn't known for so very long.

He reached out to take Mya's head in her hands and directed her mouth to his cock's end, whispering, "Pleasure me, my love." As he felt her warm lips wrap around his tip, taking in just the head, then more, then more, he groaned deeply, tilting his head back, moving his hands back to support his weight. It was so unbelievable that this woman, with her magic mouth, with her tight pussy, had been naked before him so many times over the years and yet, until just weeks ago, Vincent never had been. It just wasn't something men and women did. But then, he wasn't a man ... not entirely.

Chloe

The beach was beautiful, water blue and sky clear and good lord! It was warm, no scratch that. It was HOT here in California. She paid little attention as possible to the nearly naked bodies moving back and forth across the beach around her. She wasn't here to think on her attire or theirs. She was a little shocked by the thong wearing few she saw. That get up left nothing to the imagination at all.

Was that really sexy?

She knew if she were a man, it would not be appealing for long. Her grandfather had said and she concurred with him, a little mystery never hurt no one. Her mother also said, why buy the milk when you get the cow for free. A little more crudely worded but it was a statement that Chloe also agreed with. Well, Chloe never had her hormones going crazy either to test that statement or belief.

She rolled her jeans up and pulled them up to her knees, sat down and burrowed her toes into the softest, warmest sand she'd ever felt. Scooping it into her hands, she did not see sea shells, but it was still no less beautiful to her. Her dark mane was growing back, but she could feel the heat of the sun upon her pale neck. She couldn't linger too long or risk burning, but she had some time. The river she grew up next to was rich with black soil and rock, when one dug into it, one got fishing bait out of it, nothing like this sandy beach. She was tempted to build a sandcastle but remembered she was an adult and people were looking at her.

Shielding her eyes from the glare, she looked back to the car and Thomas, waiting patiently for her. He did not seem phased by the heat nor hurried by the way he leaned against the car. So with no indicator she should return to the car, she kicked back on her elbows and watched a little while longer. Observing these Californians was something to behold. No one stopped to great each other, obviously no one here knew any others outside their circle. A new concept as she knew everyone in her entire town by first name, and last. The children were noisy as was the man throwing a Frisbee to his dog, but the children were more so annoying than anything else. Finding it hard to relax with the noise levels, she got up after only twenty minutes had passed and brushed off her butt. Picking up her shoes and socks, she hoofed it back barefoot to the edge of the paved parking area.

"Thank you, Thomas." She said quietly, a smile offered. "It is a bit crowded a noisy here but lovely." Maybe a midnight venture would be best? When everyone's little dear "monsters" weren't out, shouting and screeching at one another. "Ready when you are."

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Mya

Had her mouth not been occupied, she would have smiled with pleasure at his groan. So old fashioned in his actions and words. So proper and reserved and yet here she was, kneeling before him with a mouth and throat full of cock. With great care and loving slowness, she pulled from him, tongue swiping across the satin tip as did her kiss and suckle. Swallowing, she lowered once more, showing him with each tender pleasure filled slide, just how much she cared for his pleasure. She did not do this because she had to or he paid her to do so, she did it because she truly enjoyed pleasing him.

So when his hands took hold of her hair and he guided her into just what he wanted, she reacted sharply. A deep prickle of need stabbed through her, mouth watering and moaning in reaction, she sank deeply. Wet fist and swelling ruby lips glistened in the mid-day sun beaming through large mirrored glass, her movements were unhurried and garnered for his complete pleasure. As pleasing him, pleased her equally.

"Please, cum for me?" Murmured wetly, those brown eyes of her turned his way, begging for what she wanted. She did not give him time to reply, nor to deny her. Bending back over his cock, she went right back to loving him. Fully stroking his cock in and out of her throat, her suckling lips and stroking tongue. Fist and mouth working in tandem, working quicker and sucking a bit more. The wet squelching filled his bedroom, her panting growing heavier as were the needs of her body. Fingers slipped down of her free hand, rubbing hard at the aching button between her wet lips as she pulled back to lavish the angry head of his cock with tongue and lips, stroking so he'd finish in her waiting mouth.

(I hope you don't mind that I "god mode" Chloe just a touch below. I wanted to introduce a "test". If you hate it, I'll delete it.)


At the beach:

"Thank you, Thomas," Chloe told the driver as she returned, shoes and socks in hand.

As she suggested a better time to continue her new experience, Thomas casually glanced at his watch. They'll barely be getting started, he thought about Vincent and Mya. Through second hand reports -- from Gregory and the housekeeper, Jillian -- Thomas knew that when the two lovers became engaged, it typically meant that they wouldn't be needed the assistance or presence of their staff for hours. He looked to Chloe after she finished, then about himself for some sort of delaying distraction. Spotting an ice cream truck at the other end of the lot, he said, "I, uh ... I got a text a bit ago. Mister Richardson, he, uh ... wanted to be home to greet you, and he's not there yet, so..." He nodded toward the ice cream truck. "How about a cone before we go ... before we head back?"

Thomas ripped out a twenty, not knowing whether or not Chloe was carrying cash, and offered it.



At the Malibu House:


"Please, cum for me?"

Vincent moaned again, responding with deep sincerity, "Oh, love ... I will ... for you ... only for you..."

She was making him feel so good ... so incredibly good. It amazed Vincent every time he and Mya had sex that she was so good at it. For fifteen years, Mya had stripped bare for Vincent, a necessary element of his feeding, only to enjoy no physical pleasure of her own. Well, that wasn't entirely true. When he fed, his donor -- Mya, and Sharla before her, Vicki before that, Rose, Karen, Anitchka, Jing-Wei, and so many others -- did enjoy a sense of euphoria during their service to him.

But it certainly wasn't the pleasure of making love as Vincent and Mya had been enjoying for the past weeks. When he sank his fangs, his donor was immediately struck by the deep pain one would expect from such a trauma. But within seconds, the sedatives his upper fangs released eased them from that pain and flooded their veins with a chemical that, simply put, was the human equivalent of orgasmic after glow. It was, essentially, orgasm without orgasm. The aftermath of delight without the explosion or climax.

How many times had Mya felt that pain and pleasure over their fifteen years together? Vincent typically fed twice, sometimes three times a month. Mya's neck -- sometimes her inner thigh -- would heal just in time to again serve him. Forty? Fifty? Sixty?

And how many times had Vincent wanted to shed his clothes, part Mya's thighs, and take her as most men would have wanted? Forty? Fifty? Sixty? And finally, after so long, that wanting was over. Vincent felt the pleasure welling in his groin, and he knew he was there. He murmured simply to let her know it was time, "Oh, love ... for you ... for you only..."

He drew a breath and released a deep, guttural grunt as his cock exploded in Mya's mouth ... leaping, again and again ... spraying forth the thick, salty fluid he'd wanted to share with her for so long and now, finally, could. His heart was pounding within his chest as his cock emptied its load, and as he felt the last of the jerks, Vincent fell back onto the mattress. His chest rose and fell with labored breaths. He wanted to say something ... to compliment Mya in some way ... but ... the words ... they ... they just couldn't be formed ... until finally...

"Incredible..." he murmured, to himself, to her, to the heavens. A long moment later, as he was again able to form words -- knowing Mya would know he meant for her to mount him -- Vincent begged, "Come to me, my love ... come to me know."



On the ice cream truck:

"Hello."

The young man smiled as Chloe nearly jumped out of her skin at his sudden greeting from behind. He laughed, then quickly apologized, "I'm sorry! I ... I didn't mean to frighten you." He stuck his hand out, offering, "I'm Jake."

He was a local, a surfer, well tanned and well sculpted ... and always eager to make the acquaintance of a beautiful woman who obviously wasn't from around here. He looked her up and down, with her out-of-place jeans hiked up to her knees. Not enough skin, he thought, though what he said to her was, "You gotta be hot!"

Back at the car, Thomas had become distracted by a trio of young, bikini clad women who were taking turns hiding one another -- and poorly so -- behind a big beach blanket as they tried to shed their sandy beach wear for other skimpy clothes in preparation for their departure from the shore...

Mya

Crawled up his toned body, a purr tickling the back of her throat as she came up and over him. Easing herself down atop his still twitching body, she lapped him from her lips and chin. Her blood fairly sung with pleasure, a hum deep down she knew he'd revive momentarily and snuff out in due time.

"I ache.." She pouted, fingers one more splayed and pressing to his chest. Fingers clamping down upon one nipple as her hips began to rock back and slowly forward. "I need you inside me, Vincent." She growled low at him, her demands barely under her own control. She learned much over the years, reading and fantasizing exactly what they could do and how they could do it. Her need of him so great, that by the time he finally did claim her virginity, she felt no pain what so ever.

"Please?" cooed out, bending to lap here and there up his torso, to adam's apple and bite. Nuzzling him with her nose, cheek and mouth, she trailed all about his neck, jaw line of scruffy beard and up to his sensual full lips. "You taste... marvelous.." Words, low, drawn out in a sing-song tone of desire. Harder she bore down on him, grinding her wet needy sex against the growing rigid pole, coating him with evidence of her excitement, watching his expression as she did so.

She took him in hand, lifting her ass up off his groin and placed him where she wanted him to be, within her bare little slit. Again her mouth gaped, but this time to gasp as the slicked tip split her tender folds open and began to sink within her. "Fuck!" popped out of her once pure mouth, lowering as she shift, rocking and easing him just within her twitching center. She almost did not want to move further than this, nor continue and end this wonderful slow decent into paradise!

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Chloe

"Oh." She frowned at this news, sworn that she was told that he was already at home and waiting for her arrival? Well he was obviously a busy business man, what did it matter if she spent a little longer at the beach? Other than burning under this damn sun? At least the offer of something cold to drink or eat appealed and without word, she took the offered twenty from Thomas' hand.

"Want something?" She asked, listening to his response as she slipped on her shoes and started across the parking lot. Tucking her white bootie socks into her back pocket and the twenty into the front, she again noticed how scantily clad everyone else was here and how overly dressed she was.

"Two ice water please." she handed the young woman in the window the twenty and stood, waiting but watching a surfer not far out try and surf some rather small waves. No where did she see anyone fishing or rafting. No one in a canoe or row boat. She saw plenty of skiers and skeedo's looking things racing around, a few people swimming, no one seemed to float though. Maybe it was too choppy or boring? Or reserved for pools? Odd place California, and overly warm too!

"Here you go." Rattling off the price and her change, the woman returned the change which Chloe placed a twenty percent tip in response for quick service. Hell, did one tip an ice cream shack? She assumed so, there was a plastic cup here with change in it.

"Hello." A voice came from behind her, someone she hadn't even heard approach nor see standing there, had her jumping out of her skin! And obviously that startle made his day, as he gave her a lopsided grin of amusement, quickly apologizing and introducing himself. "I'm Jake." His hand held out, his smile easy going as he met her eye to eye.

"Hi." She brushed a bit of hair behind her left ear, juggled both bottles into one arm and held out her right to the guy. "Chloe." She offered a dimpled smile, blushing a little from reacting the way she had. A bit embarrassed by the skittish way she leaped at his greeting, "I did not see you there, sorry." rushed to explain her odd behavior, but why she did not know. Habit maybe.

He eyed her up and down, which only added to her nervousness and temper a bit, expecting some insult to be forth coming. "You gotta be hot!"

It took a moment or two for the words to sink into her brain, that he was not insulting her or saying something snide. At least, she didn't think so. "Yeah." She glanced down at her jeans and dark blue T shirt. "I wasn't planning on stopping by the beach, didn't realize it was so hot here either." Unsure what to say after that, or why he even remarked on her attire, but he seemed nice. "You look like you're from around here?" She offered with a brighter smile and another stupid blush. "Any where you could recommend to find a few things? Can't wear this, I suppose?" She glanced back up, shifting the water once more, one into each hand as she looked to where Thomas was still standing. Maybe some sunblock too if she had to stay any longer.

(OOC: Gonna write for the beach scene only in this post, then a second one for the house, just to make responding quicker.)

At the beach:

"Yeah," Chloe answered about the heat. "I wasn't planning on stopping by the beach, didn't realize it was so hot here either."

Jake laughed. "This isn't hot! You're definitely not from SoCal." He could see that his comment came out too close to being a criticism, so he quickly added, "Not a bad thing. Just an observation. Welcome to SoCal."

"You look like you're from around here?" she said, blushing.

He smiled wider again, finding it cute. She was younger than his 21 years of age, or so he mistakenly thought. Jake liked 'em young. Young out of towners looking for a SoCal adventure ... with a hot looking beach dude.

"Any where you could recommend to find a few things?" she continued. "Can't wear this, I suppose?"

"Panties and bra," he said with a smile. At her reaction, he laughed. "Trust me! You'd probably be more concealed than most of the girls on the beach--" He jerked a finger toward a troupe of hotties who were walking behind him, each of them wearing swim suits that just 50 years ago would have gotten them arrested across most of America. He finished, "--and the guys wouldn't mind."

He laughed again, seeing that his beach humor was a little more risqué than that for which Chloe was accustomed. He gestured to her with a curling finger, then reached out and took her by the elbow holding the bottles close to her chest. "Check it out."

He pointed down the beach to a row of seasonal shops, little more than plywood walls with standing displays. "Swim suits, flip flops, hats, sunglasses..." He looked to her arms, which were already beginning to show the effect of the Southern California sunshine, adding, "...and block." He nodded his head toward the booths and started side stepping that way. "C'mon ... I'll walk you down. You got money?"

Jake couldn't know, of course, that Chloe had preserved the money some rich Malibu guy had given her for a limo, taking the Greyhound instead. But who came to SoCal broke, right? Lots left broke, but only an idiot or a wanna-be-actress-soon-to-be-a-street-walker came with empty pockets. He continued, still urging her to follow him, "I know the gal that runs the shop. Get you a discount. C'mon."

Up the beach a hundred yards, Thomas was oblivious to Chloe's current situation as he flirted with one of the beach bathing beauty's who had shed her swim suit and was now in a pair of Daisy Dukes and a tube tope that readily showed off the perma-hard nipples of her enhanced breasts...

(OOC: 2nd of two posts)

At the Malibu house:

"I ache.." Mya practically purred to her new lover. "I need you inside me, Vincent ... please?"

The feel of the beauty sliding up over his body, pressing against his once-again hardening cock, was simply incredible. He'd had so many lovers over the centuries. And yet, none had pleased him in the way she did. He often wondered whether it was because of the era. Women and the way they saw themselves within contemporary society had changed again and again over those years; and they'd come to feel so much more liberated over the past half century. But sex was sex, and a naked woman in 1016 had had the same passion and animal lust within her as one did in 2016. So, what had made Mya the fierce, insatiable lover she'd presented to Vincent over the past weeks?

"You taste... marvelous.." she told him in a sing-song tone of desire, working her belly, then her sex against his erection. As the pleasure rose, Vincent answered his question with Who the hell cares?

She grasped his shaft and worked him into her wet hole, lowering her body onto him. Vincent groaned in deep delight as Mya herself groaned, "Fuck!"

When he hit bottom, Vincent suddenly rolled the redheaded beauty to her back, pressing in between her thighs as he stared with determination into her deep pools of dark brown. He pulled his cock back until it almost escaped her wetness, then pushed it slowly, deeply into her again until their groins were firmly against one another. He repeated the stroke, then again, then -- slowly speeding up -- again and again, never taking his eyes off hers.

Mya had an intense expression on her face when he made love to her ... at least ... until the building pleasure began to overwhelm her. Vincent loved to see how long she could hold that expression before she had to surrender to the feelings building within her. It was their game. Vincent, of course, always won. At least, he did those times when she'd already drawn from him an orgasm with her mouth. She didn't know it, but that was why most of their love making sessions began with her on her knees: he wanted his second climax to be delayed enough to watch, hear, and thoroughly enjoy Mya's own explosion of delight...

His lips began to spread as he saw her losing the battle. Repeating her own earlier demand, he commanded, "Cum for me ... cum for me hard."

Chloe

(( works for me makes it a bit easier ))

Chloe:

"Oh.. Al-Alright.." Her brows furrowed a moment, a little uncertain but she did have money still in her pocket from what was left over for a limo she never ordered. Her head turned to eye Thomas who was oblivious to her new companion and escort taking her further down the beach.

"Some sun screen would be nice, I can feel my nose burning." Who knew where else was red and reddening further but she sure did not want to look like a fried lobster for the next few weeks either. She ignored his panty and bra suggestion, the horrifying thought and her reaction were clear indicators when he held up both hands and backed right out of that one. Perhaps he was right, her modest underwear did cover more than what these girls out here were currently wearing. but still.. She would know, anyone would know on sight what they were. And that was NOT happening!

"Hey Chrissy." He greeted the clerk by name and charming smile who greeted him with a very flirty, drawn out "hey.." right back. When he moved off to explain what it was he was doing there and with the newest visitor to their little beach, Chloe, she moved to look through the countless bits of string and cloth she'd ever lain eyes on. Not one rack had a full body swim suit, just bikini and board shorts for the guys.

The first suit Chrissy held up was an instant head shake, "I could not wear that!" Gasped out, not sure if it was lack of material, pure shock or just mortified of showing off that much skin! But Chrissy took her to a changing tent and pushed her inside.

"Just try some of these on." Standing there, boldly looking Chloe over with such an intent stare that Chloe felt herself blush thousand shades of red! The black one was shoved into her hands and the curtain yanked shut. Unsure if she could change in such an open public place with only a flimsy curtain separating her from Jake and Chrissy, she stood a long moment just chewing on her lip. A bad habit, her mother warned her not to do it but she always bit at her lips when ever uncertain, nervous or guilty of something.

She shed her jeans, T shirt but left her underwear on. Three more suits were handed up and over the curtain. One red, one purple with blue fading and lastly a white one. She held each up but settled on the white one. It covered her the best and was not embarrassingly skimpy as all the rest.

"I will take the white, do you have some flip-flops in a size seven, white?" She called and was quickly met with a pair sliding under the curtain. "Thanks!" She stripped off and folded her underwear and bra, socks and shirt on top of her jeans, lastly her shoes. Carrying it all to the counter, she tugged up her swim suit over her small breasts and made sure it wasn't crawling up her ass either. "This alright?" She asked tentatively as she turned in a slow circle while Jake and Chrissy looked her over. "Oh, I need something strong or I am going to turn into a lobster.." She moved to look through the basket of banana boat brand lotions but loved the scent of the tropical kind. "This smells delicious.." A smile of pleasure crossed her face as she rubbed a bit of the oil into her pale skin. "Will this block the sun or is this meant for tanning?" She had really no damn clue which was right. White paste or lovely scented oil?

She handed over a hundred bill with all price tags, lotion and flip flops, grabbing a large straw woven brown hat to protect her head and a pair of cheap but cute sunglasses with thick white frames and square lenses. "Do I look like Fae or Marilyn?" She asked with a grin, getting blank stares back as if they did not know whom she spoke of. Did they not have a clue to the classic black and white movies? Shrugging the pair of them off for a minute, she stood adjusting the really large wobbly hat on her dark head, humming to herself with a little more happiness. Jake didn't seem to flinch or shy away from looking at her when she came out of that closet make-shift changing room. So maybe she wasn't that bad to look at?

"OH, Can we hurry please? I forgot to take Thomas his water before venturing off." She waved off the changed, recalling that Vincent did so often and with larger amounts of money, so why not give it a try?

Well she did and wasn't two minutes later she was lecturing herself for being wasteful with someone else's money!

Near the limo:

"FUCK!!"

The Bathing Beauty's eyes widened at the limo driver's sudden burst of shock, saying quickly with a feigned tone of offense, "So, Thomas, but I don't know you enough for that yet--"

"Chloe!" he spat out, moving about the end of the car and searching the parking lot. When the beauty corrected him, reminding that her name was Nan, he snatched his cap from atop her head and hurried down the parking lot, totally forgetting the slutty beach bunny who he'd been just moments from setting up a late night rendezvous at a local dance club. As he hurried down the hot pavement, he said to no one but himself, "Oh, fuck! I am so fucked!"

"Call me! Thomas heard from behind him as he searched for the out-of-state girl who he was all but certain was now in the back of a speeding van, bound, gagged, and heading toward weeks of sexual abuse and eventual strangling and dismemberment.

He fully circled the ice cream cart, not finding her of course. The cart's owner only shrugged at his questioning about a cute little thing that probably looked out of place. Again, as he headed around headless-chicken-like, Thomas cursed, "Fuck! FUCK!"

And then...!

"Chloe!" Thomas called as he spotted her exiting one of the little stalls ... with a guy! He headed their way at almost a run. "Chloe!"



In the stall
Moments ago:

Jake looked the young thing up and down without concern for his obvious, ogling hunger. When she turned to look at herself in another of the stall's full length mirrors, he groaned at the sight of her tight little ass, "Wow... Much better!"

"OH!" Chloe said suddenly, her mind obviously skipping to another place. "Can we hurry please? I forgot to take Thomas his water before venturing off."

"Thomas...?" Jake asked with a disheartened tone. Boyfriend...? Father? No, she would have called him Dad. He glanced outside for a man to be showing concern but saw no one. As they headed outside, he asked with dread, "Whose Thomas?"

Chloe had just opened her mouth to answer when the 6'2", well sculpted man's hands clasped the lapels of the 6" shorter and 50 pounds lighter beach bum and slammed him so hard against the stall's flimsy walls that dozens of items clattered to the ground.

"Who are you...?" Thomas spat out at the same time that Jake was reacting with, "What the fuck, man?"

They were the last words the younger man got out as Thomas's right hand clasped around his throat. The chauffeur looked to Chloe, his gaze travelling down her now scantily clad body. His shock and deep concern for her safety were obvious as he asked, "Are you alright, Miss? Did he touch you in any way?"

Mya

A lazy smile curled her lips, bedroom eyes relished in his command and touch as she would unfurl beneath him. Stretching herself, she sighed softly, a murmur of his name caressed from her lips as she reached to hold him to her. The sensations he caused within her, the breath stealing heat that blossomed within her body whenever he touched her just so, was mind stealing glorious!

Never had she thought of sex being this powerful, this addicting. Until Vincent, his bite and then his touch. She did not fashion herself in love with him, but she did care and she very much enjoyed every minute bit of attention he gifted her with. The pleasurable way he would mold her body, pose her and pleasure them both, it was more addictive than any drug she'd ever known. But then again, something to be said for a dominate, confident man.

Watching him, those eyes as they watched her. Witnessing her pleasure, grow and grow. Watching her gasp, pant and moan, letting her claw at his back and ass, pull him in as if she could merge the pair of them into some permanent orgasm. A battle of wills, she never really won but she never ever lost either. She'd lose, as always but she did not care as the victor the spoils was merely her orgasm filled screams of release.

She rocked under him, until her breathing grew labored, her words became a garbled mess of whimpers and begging him for more, for so much more. As she tensed and tightened about him, her scent filling the spaces between and around them as well. She plead for more, for less, to stop and yet please don't! His name was agony on her lips as her walls were convulsing and causing uncontrollable thrashing below his pounding form. Still, she hung on until the last bit of pleasure threatened to turn into complete pain, crying out his name as she sobbed her mind stealing release.

Chloe

Chrissy gave her a receipt and a bag big enough to hold everything, which she also helped Chloe get her old things inside of as well as the two bottles of water. "Thanks, Jake." She smiled even more so at him, not failing to notice the way he eyed her up and down repeatedly.

"The white cream will block rays, and the oil will help you tan evenly instead of burn." Chrissy handed her both bottles she bought but also a sample of another brand that Chrissy preferred to that of Tropical brand. They walked outside the small make shift store, sun still high and bright and mood considerably lifted.

Turning to ask him about hang-outs in the area and possible near by college as well as the work scene, she was interrupted by Thomas rushing between her and Jake, picking the surfer clean up off his feet!

Whoa!

"Who are you...?" Thomas spat out at the same time that Jake was reacting with, "What the fuck, man?" Which was cut short by a large hand about Jake's throat and Chrissy screaming at the top of her lungs how guys where such assholes.

"What... " Words escaped her, she had no idea what the fuck was going on here!

"Are you alright, Miss? Did he touch you in any way?" Poor Jake was turning blue! FUCKING BLUE! And Thomas was asking if SHE was okay!? Really!?

"Thomas!" She gaped at the man, in a fit to be tied, she shot him a withering look. "Let him go! Right now!" She added as she grabbed his arm. "Of course he hasn't hurt me, HE was helping me!" mortified by such a reaction from Thomas and the near strangulation of Jake, she felt her blush return full force.

God! Was she ever going to fit in anywhere?!

"God, this is so embarrassing!" she made sure Thomas let Jake go and apologized to Jake, then Chrissy who was inside cursing the lot of them out for knocking over her display stand. She moved to the bag, another hundred dollar bill was pulled out of what was left and shoved into Chrissy's hands, "Please, I am so sorry. Take this for your trouble, if anything is damaged?" She looked around as Chrissy fell silent but glaring.

"Please, just go." Chrissy snapped out each word as calm as she could manage and quite coldly so.

"I'm so sorry!" Chloe was mortified, just so mortified by the whole scene and reasoning behind it. What the hell was Thomas thinking!? She gave him a look that clearly asked him just that! Without a word, a sharp little growl on her face, she marched off, heading for the car and away from this whole fiasco! Just when she thought she would have friends, Thomas tries to kill them!

"WHY!?" She had to shriek at him, not that she wanted to but she was just.. mortified! Hell, if she could ever show her face around this place again! Not after that mess! "You know he could press charges, right? Why would you attack him?" Her voice turned to a plead, some kind of understanding what went through his mind to behave so aggressively towards a harmless guy being nice to her!? Thomas sure as hell was not old enough to be her father! Her arms folded under her small breasts and hip cocked a bit as she waited for an answer, giving him a look that clearly said it had better be a real damn good answer too! ... or else!

At the Malibu House:

Mya's explosion was simply the most erotic thing Vincent had ever experienced. And that was saying a lot for a man who had lived twenty ... thirty life times ... filling those lives with one woman after another ... innocents to satisfy the blood lust that no other man had ever felt ... and not so-innocents-anymore, to satisfy the lust that every man eventually felt.

Vincent continue to ram his cock deep inside Mya as he watched the building pleasure explode within her. He felt her entire body tense around and below him: pussy walls, curling fingers ... seemingly every muscle ... as she screamed out her delight for that of which she'd been robbed for a decade and a half of her adult life.

Sometimes, Vincent felt sorrow for his blood donors for the lost years of sexual satisfaction. It wasn't normal, for a red blooded man or woman to be so close -- emotionally and physically both -- to another man or woman for so long and not indulge in the act that would fulfill their desires.

For reasons Vincent couldn't explain but had also accepted, the woman filling his most vital need could not experience any sexual satisfaction in the presence of another human being. Just as humans had learned tens of thousands of years ago what plants would nourish them and which would kill them, Vincent -- and those of his kind before him -- had learned what food, what blood, would nourish them the fullest. Vincent didn't know why satisfying her pleasures with another human tainted the donor's gift, an act akin to poisoning one's dish of food or goblet of wine. He had, of course, asked his now-gone Mistress that question, often in fact during those early days of his servitude. Her answer to him had been simple: "It is."

That sorrow -- that regret -- for having robbed Mya of the pleasures of sexual fulfillment was the reason for his wanting to fulfill her so deeply now that they could be lovers. Well ... that and the fact that she made him feel so incredible as well. Continuing to drive in and out of Mya through her own climax, Vincent's pleasure peaked again also. With one final shove deep into her, his cock again exploded. With his elbow-locked arms supporting his weight above his lover, Vincent groaned loudly at the repeated jerks of his shaft within her. His body was flooded with pleasure, his mind with euphoria ... back arched, head up ... muscles trembling ... until ... the pulses of his shaft slowed ... ceased ... and fulfilled ... Vincent lowered himself slowly to lay upon Mya for a long moment ... before finally ... rolling off her still trembling body ... satisfied... and...

And, despite the passion of the minutes and moments before it, the apparent love and joy between two connected bodies, two connected souls, Vincent was done. They were finished. He was done with Mya for now ... for this afternoon. Like some bad dating movie stereotype, Vincent had achieved his orgasm and unloaded his seed ... and there was nothing more to be done for now. Oh, he wasn't cold about it to Mya. He never was. Laying on his back, he reached to take hold of her and pull her to him, clutching her tightly in a loving cuddle for a long couple of minutes. But ... just as she had periodically fulfilled his blood lust over all those years and then virtually been ignored for days, sometimes weeks to come, now this afternoon Vincent would hold Mya until both of their hearts had returned to their normal beating frequency, then stand and leave her to pursue other things.

"Thank you," he whispered before lifting her face to kiss her soft lips. He slipped his arm out from under her, and with his flaccid cock swinging before his thighs walked toward the bathroom to prepare for his meeting with his new blood donor. Before he closed the door, he looked to Mya, smiled politely -- not particularly lovingly -- and asked, "Could you ask Gregory to hurry Thomas back to the house, Love?"

And ... he closed the door, Mya's new duty fulfilled and his own needs satisfied.

On the beach:

"Thomas!"

The chauffeur was totally oblivious to the fact that he was or was about to be chastised for his actions. His brain was overwhelmed with guilt for having failed in his duty to protect his boss's new mistress from the natural yearnings of other men...

And what the hell was Chloe wearing. His eyes were as big as golf balls as he stared at his formerly overdressed and safely hidden Charge now wearing a skimpy, sexy bikini that ... Oh my lord, Thomas thought. Incredible! You're simply ... FUCK!

"Let him go!" Chloe was hollering, trying to pull his clutching grip from the gasping man's neck. "Right now!"

Thomas released his hold on the younger man, who very quickly scooted a step to the side, then another, then turned and fled at top speed. Thomas ignored Jake's flight, his eyes scanning the damage he'd caused ... and -- unable not to do so -- Chloe's now wonderfully displayed body. He tried to help deal with the mayhem he'd wrought, but the stall's owner only told them to go away.

"WHY!?" Chloe shrieked at Thomas before turning and headed for the car. He just stood in place for a long moment, until he caught sight of the trinket seller glaring his way. He smiled meekly, apologized, and hurried behind Chloe. She continued to chastise him off and on as they walked quickly to the Cadi, and even though he opened his mouth often to respond, nothing came out. Finally reaching the car, he hurried to the passenger side rear door to open it ... then didn't.

"Miss, I ... I am so, so sorry, but--" Thomas hesitated, looking for the right words. He drew and released a deep breath, then spat out quickly, "Miss-- Chloe-- You don't understand. I ... I'm tasked with-- It's my job to ensure that you are safe at all times. I only have two duties: drive you--"

He reached to the waist of his jacket and pulled it back ... to expose a semi-automatic pistol clipped to his waist. The expression on his face wasn't one of macho pride, showing the weapon. He wasn't showing off. He was simply trying to explain the magnitude of his duties. He continued, "--and protect you. And ... and I will do anything and every thing I need and have to do ... to ensure that you are always safe when you are in my charge."

Thomas's expression softened, and he almost looked as if he was ready to tear up, though he didn't and wouldn't. He simply couldn't accept that he'd fucked up so badly. "Vincent -- Mister Richardson -- would fire me if he knew ... if he learned of what happened here today. Please, Chloe."

He didn't actually ask her to keep it between them, but the implication was clear. Thomas reached to the door and opened it ... giving the young, sexy beauty a polite gesture of invitation to sit. His gaze this time remained above her delicious body, for this time his mind wasn't filled with lust but was filled with thoughts of once again driving a closing time cab down on Hollywood Boulevard...

Mya & Chloe

Mya

"My pleasure.." She purred, smiling quite satisfied with herself, "Believe me, all my pleasure." She stretched a moment, rubbing her still tingling belly, breasts, sighing with that whimsical tone. Happy, she had to be the happiest woman on earth.

Gingerly she slid, from bed to weighting her feet, a husky bubble of laughter filling his bedroom as legs near gave out. So she needed a moment or two longer before standing, but watching him move to shower was a pleasant pass time as well. She had plans tonight, the theater with her girls and some shopping for a charity dinner next week. Thoughts were back to her own life, her own time and the things she enjoyed doing. Yet, she still had a smile on her face as she moved from his bedroom suit into her own through a set of adjacent double doors.

Her room was a little smaller than Vincent's but beautiful and very comfortable. Sea Shell white and a very light shade of blue held a very calming affect on Mya, she had the room decorated to her tastes as had the woman before her had done. Still smiling, she moved into her own bathroom and began shedding what was left of her garments into the launch drop, humming an old love song as she went.

She washed her face, looking into the mirror at her reflection with a critical eye, thought of the new blood donor entered her head. With the pure blood, his sex drive would pick up as would his energies and mind. She would have to be sure to keep her schedule lighter for a time, until she learned his appetites and her own. Not that she minded much, jealousy did not even creep into her mind where it came to the new arrival. She loved everything about their arrangement. Sex, many times a day at times, and well taken care of in every way without the hassle of marriage and kids. Perhaps leaving in the next year would be postponed a bit longer?

She picked up the house phone on the wall and pressed 1 for Gregory, "Please ring Thomas and let him know Vincent is ready now." She murmured a soft thank you and hung up. Pulling off her jewelry, she stepped into the shower and turned her mind to tonight's girl's night out.


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Chloe

Now it was her turn to feel ashamed, "I didn't know." And she hadn't! But that did not excuse either of them nor their behaviors. Had she been aware that his job was more than just driving her between LAX and Malibu, she would've made sure he knew where she had gone and with whom she had gone with. It would've saved a lot of embarrassment and grief for Chrissy, that's for sure.

Her eyes went to his hip as she slid into the car, flashes of movie stars and important people flashed through her mind. As did a lot of shows on criminals and city life. So perhaps it was her who was not accustomed and she was in the wrong to just go off on her own like that? "I won't mention it if you don't." She spoke loud enough for him to hear her just before he shut the rear door and opened the front.

"I got you something to drink." She fished the semi-cold water from her bag and handed it over the seat to Thomas. "It was so hot out there, I think I was truly melting in that sun." She tried to make the mood lighter, smiling at him int he rear view mirror but a moment before sliding back into her seat and fastening the belt over her bared hips. She pulled the silly hat off her head, it too went to the seat beside her as she brushed her fingers through her messy tumble of hair. It was growing back much faster than she had expected it to.

If Thomas was afraid of losing his job, how hard was this Vincent Richardson? She knew nothing of the man she agreed to meet with, not a damn thing other than he had money and was sort of appealing for an older man. It made her uncomfortable to think of him as more than a boss, anything improper that entered her mind was quickly shut down and shoved out of her mind.

"How much longer?" She asked as they pulled back onto the road. Nodding when he told her the time til arrival, her eyes went to the passing beach and wondered where the hell Jake had ran off to so fast? Rather sad that he couldn't even protect himself nor tried to. What if Thomas had been an abductor after her? It sent shivers down her arms, turning her a bit cold inside. A phone call for Thomas interrupted their awkward silence, but from the sound of things on his end (and hers) it was clear to return home.

Clear?

Her mood was somber, even when they reached the large gates and buzzed in. Driving up the long driveway to park before the front doors, she caught sight of a few rather pricey rides parked inside and out of a large garage. She tried to see everything but was not surprised at the metal and glass house she was looking up at. It was HUGE from the outside, would it be larger in or not? She scanned the front of the house, neat and tidy and very modern. Nothing like her small trailer at home, hell their town was built out of log homes or brick, never anything of steel and glass. If it were steel, maybe it was painted wood?

Realizing her inner musings were delaying her from exiting the car, she slid out with hat and bag in tow, standing at the side of the car as Thomas fetched out her suit case. "It's massive.." A little awed that once outside the car, the damn house seemed to grow even further in size! Did he have a wife and children? A wife she could handle, but kids were a deal breaker. She was not going to nanny, under NO circumstances, and her face said as much as it scrunched up.

"I got you something to drink." Chloe spoke from the back seat, handing a bottle of water forward. "It was so hot out there, I think I was truly melting in that sun."

Thomas took the bottle with a polite thank you, adding, "It'll only get hotter as the season progresses."

"How much longer?"

As if on cue, Thomas's phone -- now sitting in the Cadi's dash compartment -- vibrated against the plastic. He answered, spoke only a few words before disconnecting, then looked into the rear view and answered belatedly, "Twenty minutes, Miss."

He pulled out onto Highway One, feeling torn about continuing to call Chloe by her given name after having made such a fool of himself. Familiarity could often be a curse for a bodyguard. He'd introduced himself as the young woman's driver, but the display of the gun and explanation of his deeper duties had left no doubt as to his true job description.

When he stepped out of the car at the home and curled around to open Chloe's door, she only sat there for a long moment, staring at the incredible home. Thomas wanted to say If you think this is something, you should see the Paris castle. But he kept quiet, listening as she said with awe, "It's massive.."

"It's Malibu," he said, smiling playfully. He retrieved her suitcase from the trunk and curled around again just in time to find Gregory coming down the steps ... with a less than delightful expression on his face. Thomas knew what the issue was immediately, and stepping up next to Chloe he whispered, "You're gonna want to change back into--"

"Welcome, Miss Evans," the house man greeted, cutting the other man off. He stepped up close to Chloe, but instead of offering out a hand to her, he gave her a slight, respectful bow and continued, "My name is Gregory. I am the Master's gentleman's gentlemen."

Next to her, Thomas very poorly stifled a snicker. Gregory shot him a hard glare, then looked back to Chloe with a polite smile and continued, "I run the house. Anything you need, you ask." Knowing very well that she would be there, he half glanced over his shoulder toward the home's wide open entrance, saying, "This is Jillian, the housekeeper. Anything I can't do or get for you ... she can."

His gaze fell conspicuously to Chloe very exposed body, and the expression of disappointment returned again. He lifted a hand and curled a finger, at which Jillian -- a sweet, gray haired gramma type well into her 60s -- hurried down toward the trio. "Jillian will show you to your room where you can ... change to meet with the Master."

Thomas leaned closer and, out of the corner of him mouth, whispered, "Master."

Gregory shot him another hard look, turned to the side, and politely gestured Chloe forward. Jillian had reached the much younger woman by this point taking her carry on bag and shopping bag and practically bursting with, "Oh, Miss Evans dear, it's such a delight to have you here with us." She shoved the carry on into Thomas's arms, grasped Chloe by the elbow, and hurried her toward the house, rambling rapidly about her room and the house in general and the kitchen and how Chloe could raid the kitchen any hour of the day and on and on and...

Behind them, Thomas swung the Cadi's door closed and held out the suitcase and carry on toward Gregory ... who turned his back to the man and started back to the house, empty handed. Thomas just shook his head, mumbling, "No ... let me get these for you."



In the second floor window of the master bedroom -- which looked out both onto Santa Monica Bay to the south and the Santa Monica Mountains National Recreation area to the north -- Vincent looked down upon the scene unfolding below him. He smiled a bit at the interaction between the two men. Gregory, who was just two years younger than Jillian, was a conservative, soft spoken, old world style butler and right hand man; and Thomas was a progressive, extroverted, action hero type. The two had so many differences, and yet they both served Vincent in their own way with absolute loyalty. The Master wouldn't have it any other way, of course.

As Gregory had, Vincent had taken note of the young woman's current state of undress. While the gentleman's gentleman negative opinion of Chloe's new garments had been more about his feeling that the woman should be exhibiting a great deal more modesty -- particularly with her meeting his boss shortly -- Vincent's thoughts had been more along the lines of Thomas's when he'd accosted the young man at the beach. Women dressing in such a way was an open invitation to the men about them to do stupid, inappropriate, and often uninvited things. Was it the fault of the scantily clad woman? Of course not. Men were pigs. But it was that well known fact that would lead Vincent to have a discussion about her conduct at a later point.

For now, though, Vincent simply turned and made his way slowly downstairs and out the back to the patio facing the sea. He sat in his usual chair, and -- without even asking -- was greeted by Gregory who delivered him a tumbler of whiskey and a message, "Miss Evans has arrived, sir. She, um ... wanted to change from her travel clothes before meeting you again ... freshen up perhaps. Jillian is seeing to her."

"Thank you," Vincent responded, not calling the man out on his white lie about his future donor's first SoCal clothing purchase. He sipped from his drink, then said, "Will you have Jillian begin dinner when she is finished with Chloe ... and have Thomas detail Mya's vehicle. She'll be going out this evening."

"Very good, sir," Gregory said, respectfully half bowing before turning and leaving. He found Thomas inside, turning over Chloe's bags to Jillian. The three of them exchanged the appropriate instructions and asked the right questions, then went about their business.

On the patio, Vincent sipped again at the whiskey, marveling at the beauty of the sea ... at the wonder of the world in general ... and at how he would again be showing what it had to offer a young country girl who, quite literally, had seen so little in her 21 years. How long ago had it been that he enjoyed what was ahead with Chloe...? Fifteen years...? Mya had been a simple girl much like Chloe was now. Now, she had a life for which many women would kill and most women would, at the least, part their thighs, as she had an hour earlier. Did she consider it a sacrifice? Did Mya willingly serve Vincent with her pussy and mouth as she had with her neck and the vital fluid within it?

Did it matter? Vincent had told her fifteen years ago that she could leave any time she wanted. And that was still true today. He knew that one day she would. She had so much more than most women had or could ever hope to have, but ... Vincent suspected that there was even more that she wanted. And with the bank account he'd been feeding each year of her service to him, she could drive away tonight to meet her girls and ... and simply not come home. Would she? Vincent hoped not. She was his love, but ... he didn't love her. He was pretty sure she felt the same way. What they had was special, unique, but certainly not eternal.

One day, she simply would not be there when his carnal urges rose within him. And when that day came ... Vincent would adjust...

Chloe

"My name is Gregory. I am the Master's gentleman's gentlemen." Stiffly bowing and thrusting his nose back into the air above him.

... yeah....? That was odd, very odd indeed. "Hi Greggery, I'm Chloe. Hetero, at least I think I am. Maybe bi-curious but not too sure on that." She piped up with equally stuffy sound to her voice and a smirk on her lips. So if the guy wanted to announce to all and sundry he's gay, she could offer ridiculous information right back and see if he squirms too at the over sharing of personal information! Crazy, crazy world she's stepped into here. She blew past him, uncaring what he may or may not add to the conversation after that. no one looked down their bloated old nose at her with disdain and then prattle on about their sexuality as if they were exchanging addresses!

Maybe that old fart was on drugs? She hoped not, but what else could explain that ... that whole.. She shook her head, unable to even find the right terms to describe that! He didn't like swimsuits either, apparently. Not that she cared his preference, at least this one covered something up. She giggled to herself, imagining the reaction had she chosen the black one.

"Good afternoon Ma'am." She liked Jillian instantly, smiling bright and listening intently as the elder woman spoke to her. Soft and sweet, had her grandmother lived, she imagined Jillian and her would've been sister kin.

"Jillian, please." The elder lady instructed, taking Chloe's hand and leading her towards a bedroom.

"As you wish, Jillian." Chloe's response was warm, friendly. If she stayed here, she knew she would love this woman in no time. But then again, Chloe was a soft heart for elderly people, strays and most definitely kittens. However, that Greg guy gave her this unpleasant feeling whenever she caught sight of him. Perhaps because he had judged her on sight? Whatever it was, she tried not to think too much on it, not now any way.

"You will want to cover up, Miss." Stepping aside so Thomas could place her bag upon the pretty tidy bed. Jillian unzipped it and began ruffling through what little was there, a tongue clicking noise being made all the while. She smiled one last time as Thomas left them to ready, watching Jillian search for.. What? Who knew.

"All I own are jeans and T-shirts. You won't find anything else in there, Jillian." She spoke softly, almost ashamed of her wardrobe, or lack there of. Did it matter what she wore? No one cared when she sat in the hot sun basting like a thanksgiving turkey? Granted the house was very upscale and quite fancy.. A little unhomey like to her way of thinking, searching the room for any sigh of ANY personal touches and finding absolutely none.

Not even a hand made quilt?

She cleared her throat, grabbing the bottle of water and drinking a few swallows. She had put off going to where ever Mr. Richardson was waiting, probably as long as she could have done so. No one seemed keen on making this guy wait, were they all afraid of job loss so easily? Was her new boss that picky?

She slipped off the flip flops long enough to pull jeans on over the swim suit bottoms, fastening them easily and slipping the sandals back on her feet. She fished through her suitcase until she found a "Disturbed" t-shirt and tugged it on over her top before pulling it down and over the top of her jeans. "There, no more depraved skin showing.." She teased Jillian a bit, but got no response she had hoped for in doing so. Merely a shake of her head, a softer smile and a motion of her grayed head, "Come with me, Chloe."

The steady flap of cheap sandal slapping the heel of barefoot followed her back down the hallway, through what looked to be a breakfast nook and out a set of glass doors to a lovely patio. The water mist system made it cooler than it was, and the scent smelled near akin to fresh rain. It was lovely and the greenery around them was astounding. Potted this and that, even the lovely trees were conformed into shape but not unpleasantly so. She brushed the bridge of her nose, hoping it was not burnt as she walked past Jillian and about the table to stand before Vincent, a timid smile of greeting on her face but words did fail her.

"If that is all, Sir?" Jillian asked to be dismissed, waiting on Vincent's approval to move on and start their dinner.

Curios, she glanced about the area without trying to move her head much but was not achieving that quite as easily as she had thought she would be able to. Giving up, she fixed her eyes on the man she spoke with not two weeks ago back in Shoup. Had he changed his mind or was he going to finally come clean on what it was exactly he wanted her for? Nervous, her hands toyed and twisted before her, waiting for instruction to sit or get lost because apparently that was all determined moment by moment by this one man.

"If that is all, Sir?" Jillian asked, hesitating just a moment before turning to head for the kitchen as expected of Vincent.

He studied Chloe for a moment, his gaze hidden behind his black-as-night sunglasses. Just before the housekeeper reached the door, he called out politely, "Jillian?"

She stopped and turned, but did not speak.

Vincent cocked his head a bit, smiling slightly. "What shall we have for dinner, Chloe? Your choice. Anything at all. Jillian can cook it all ... better than Julia Child."

"Sir!" Jillian snapped playfully. She chuckled, correcting, "Better than Paula Deen, maybe ... Martha Stewart, for sure ... but Julia? For shame, sir."

Vincent laughed aloud, his gaze still firmly upon Chloe, registering his sudden levity after what had to feel like a long, tense moment of uncertainty. "Name it, Chloe."

He waited for her to respond, nodding. Behind him, Jillian acknowledged her new instructions and departed, closing the tall sliding glass doors. Again, Vincent took a moment to study the small town girl before gesturing to the chair opposite him, asking politely, "Will you sit, Chloe?"

As she was sitting, Vincent was rising. He turned away from her to cross to the wet bar sitting nearby in the shade. He pulled a fresh, chilled glass from a full sized, glass fronted refrigerator, then looked to Chloe and asked, "What can I get you. I'm sure it's in here, what ever it is."

He fulfilled her order, filled glasses with ice, filled his own tumbler half way with whiskey, and returned to sit not in his original seat but in the one right next to her. With only two feet between them -- virtually no space between their knees -- he handed her the second glass and sipped at his drink ... again studying her for a long moment.

"Do you like your room?" Vincent asked finally.

After she had responded, he asked her about her flight ... her drive from the airport ... her impression of Southern California thus far ... her reason for not hiring the limo from Shoup to Portland (without revealing to her that he was fully aware she'd used the saved money to buy the skimpy bikini) ... and finally, the question that he was certain was eating her alive, "Would you like to know exactly what I mean by having control over your body?"

Chloe

"Yes, thank you." She slipped into the chair and settled herself a bit stiffly, thoughtful of where this would end tonight? She listened to them speak, smiling as she caught Jillian's eye once more. "I would enjoy a nice fresh salad, perhaps some salmon with a little.." Her nose scrunched up trying to find what it was she wanted exactly, "Shrimp scampi appetizer." She had little to do in Shoup, aside from work and sleep. At least during winter hours, so she too had cooked and sampled dishes of her neighbors, at the restaurants that came and went in their tiny town. None survived too long, nothing fancy anyway. Hell, they didn't even have a Wendy's in Shoup any more.

"Water, please." She wasn't much of a drinker, and while a soda sounded good she wasn't sure she was up to carbonated burps through dinner for the pleasure of something sweeter to sip on. Lemonade came to mind, but it was a bit too late to ask when he sat down right next to her! Her eyes widened a bit, murmuring a thank you as he took the offered glass and shifted back as far as the chair allowed, away from him. "The room is ..." How could she compliment it and tell the truth both at the same time? "Tidy and looks comfortable." The bed was rather large and seemingly soft, as was the new bedding. Well she assumed it were new, as it had not even a wrinkle in it.

She peered from glass to the man and then to her hands once more. His questions weren't accusatory, polite as if small talk were going some where? Perhaps it were and she had no idea, she wasn't used to speaking about herself with others. Tucking her hair behind her ear once more, she finally placed her full attentive gaze on Vincent, smiling shyly as he asked after her.

"The trip was alright, I was poked by this monster of a child all the way to Portland but I made it to the airport mostly unscathed." She offered a sheepish smile, "Greyhound was cheaper and one way." She gave a shrug of her shoulders, "Seemed a bit much to ask someone to drive to no-wheres-ville just to pick me up and drive all the way back when I could simply ride the bus, conserve time, money, gas and some poor city boy getting lost in backwoods Idaho." Her dimples flashed as she grinned up at him, then away as she fetched her glass for a drink.

"I do have most of the funds left over, minus ticket, food and .. Oh boy.." She paused as both eyes went wide and her glass was settled back down, "I had no idea how hot it was here, so I packed all my jeans and shirts, but did not think about swim shorts. So sitting there, roasting alive, I was told where to find a store to buy more .. suitable.. attire.." She blushed red then, skimming over the story and not meeting his eyes entirely. "Needless to say I bought sunscreen and a swimming suit, if one could call that a swim suit.." She muttered more to herself than him. "I am afraid if I remain outside here in your city for too long, i will look like a very well cooked lobster.. and I really need to find a real store for summer clothes." She glanced then up at the sunny sky, glad to see that the sun was gone behind the house.

"Chrissy helped me with sun screen and tanning lotion, finding a suit I would actually wear and this really dorky hat..." Again she shrugged as she giggled with the image in her head of how she may have looked in that hat, feeling a little silly. "I think I offended your .. " Again she paused, trying to find what it was exactly that butler said to her? "Gentleman's man guy friend?" She shrugged, shaking her head yet again. She was confused but so be it, she figured it would be a learning curve. Gregory looked like a damn butler to her, but whatever he wanted to call himself was not her concern.

She found as she spoke with him, she had moved a bit closer. With his last question, she sat back once more and tried hard not to turn a few shades of red. "Ah, yeah.." Clearing her throat, she grabbed her ice water and held with both hands. It would help keep her steady, something to focus on if she felt awkward. She almost wished she had brought her old stuffed bear with her, but that would be far worse than sitting here clinging to a damned glass of ice water. For pete's sake! She was twenty one friggen' years old! Time to get her head out of la la land..

"Yes, I would like to know everything, in clear detail and whatever else I need to know to make this decision. I do not like guessing games, Mr. Richardson." She met him eye to eye, mustering up her bravado to get onto the 'weird' arrangement.