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Poking myself in this chick? Sure, I could do that. But the whole setup was getting too elaborate for a blind-date.

  “Not interested. Scooter would have done better paying some stripper a hundred bucks.” Because he was one of the few people I’d shared my diagnosis with.

  “Idiot.” Mona traced a finger down her jaw, swirling around one side of her mouth before she pointed it my way. “Lose that fear of death already. It’s holding you back.”

  To me, it wasn’t a matter of terror over my own limited time. “Unless you want to wipe my ass when I can’t function on my own anymore, I’d rather not hear it.”

  The front half of my skull emptied all at once. But it was Mona’s voice coming through, even as her lips kept still.

  You mortal piss-ants always think like this. Stop that!

  I wanted to fight back, just to get a word in. But I couldn’t.

  What the hell is this?

  Mona tucked her foot back in the stiletto as she got up. “The last chance you’ll ever get.”

  My neck tensed like I was about to scream back. But nothing came when I opened my mouth.

  “Relax.” Every step she made pounded in my head. “If I wanted to hurt you, you wouldn’t even be your own person right now.”

  My face still couldn’t move, but every word of my thoughts hit Mona like I’d got them out. Then why me?

  “Why not you?”

  If this is all some dumb trick to set me up with her, Scooter’s smoked himself retarded.

  “It’s not.”

  Then tell me what this trip is all about.

  “Dumb luck?” Mona brushed dark curls away from her cheeks. “Or maybe it wasn’t about you to begin with. My husband is having a grand time measuring the girl up from the shadows right now.”

  Every part of me wanted to run, screaming back to the fucking elevator. But Mona had one last trick up her sleeve. “If I convince you that she’s exactly what you need, right now, will you stop trying to chicken-shit out of here?”

  “You mean Emma...”

  “Who else?” Mona quit strutting forward and turned back for her ‘throne.’ “I can think of ten chunky wives to set you up with, based on guest rolls. But what’s the fun in that?”

  Considering my situation, I’d have preferred it. “If I can wash my hands of the trip when I get home, it’d be great.”

  “Or you could live forever.”

  My disease was genetic, and I’d already talked some doctor into giving me a vasectomy. “That’s the wrong tree to bark up. I’ve been shooting blanks for a couple of years now.”

  “Even more reason to bring you on. Lev always has to wonder if he’s packing live rounds down there.”

  “Lev...” I smirked more than I wanted to. “Your husband?”

  “Levi. But he hates that name. Calls it childish, and I see where he’s coming from.” Mona uncrossed her legs, showing me a strip of skin on each side of her panties. If she wasn’t a devoted shaver, the girl was doing the full Brazilian circuit.

  “I don’t know how that makes me special. Last I remember, I just lucked into this place.”

  Mona eased a few locks of black from her face. “If you’re worried about my husband fucking her, relax.”

  But it was the least of my concerns. “Lady, I just wanna know how to get back to my tent. You’ve freaked me out enough.”

  “Not into women? I mean, there’s nothing wrong with that...”

  I huffed in plenty of air to make my lungs explode. “This shit’s just gotten too weird, alright?”

  “So you don’t want to have sex?” With her body twisted and exposed like that, Mona had to be the hottest thing in this half of Tennessee.

  My second, smaller brain drew me closer as it pushed against the inside of my jeans. “I didn’t come here to get laid. How many ways do I need to explain it?”

  “Your friends thought differently.” Mona planted both heels on the floor, dragging herself and the beanbag a little closer. “I won’t offer this again.”

  Watching her spread those endless legs, that g-string threatened to split the woman down the middle.

  Holy shit… I’d been with some lookers in the past, but Mona pushed the bounds of what I could have imagined for myself.

  “Well?”

  “Goddamn it, fine!” Besides, there’s no point in starving when a feast presents itself.

  Every step I took curled the edges of her lips up. I bent down to snatch the waist of her panties.

  And then a shoe pressed against the center of my forehead. “Wait!”

  “Fuck! What now?”

  Mona stared back, her eyes still the hue and brightness of the sky when life felt good. “My husband will ask a favor of you. Would it be a problem?”

  “Depends on what it is. We doing this or not?”

  Her foot dropped from my head. “Yeah... I’ll let you two sort it out.”

  It didn’t answer my question at all. But I’d been cock-teased enough. “Last chance to run me off.”

  “Well, listen to you, being assertive.” Mona’s toes brushed against the front of my pants through the open face of her shoe. “Go ahead and rough me up, if you think you can.”

  Smirking and cracking my knuckles, I was ready to put her on the edge of tears. My fingers wrapped around the band of her panties. Peeling them down her leg, I got my first sight of the smoothest cunt I’d ever seen.

  Mona pressed two fingers on each side of it. Her mound parted, showing that trim line of inner lips. “Foreplay isn’t necessary.”

  But what’s the fun in skipping the build-up? A woman that hot needed more than just a quickie. I dropped to my knees, ready to make sure she owed me a favor.

  Her thighs crossed in front of me. “Worship will get you far. Good choice.”

  Fucking tease. I scooted a little closer, forcing my hands between her thighs. “You’re into that kind of role-play, huh?”

  Mona undid the silk laces over her chest, bringing the edges of her gown dangerously close to a couple of nip-slips. Playing along as I got between her legs, she reached down and tipped my chin up. “You can’t back down, no matter how rough it gets.”

  Which I assumed meant that she wanted to be treated like a disposable fuck-toy. “That’s on you.” I eased closer, pushing her thighs apart. Now that’s a perfect cunt…

  Her fingers kept guiding my face. As I got close enough to feel the heat, Mona whipped her hand to the back of my head. One hard push smashed my face against her like she wanted my whole body in there.

  A quick roll of my tongue around her clit made the pressure ramp a little more. Each lick made her crush another pound against the back of my scalp. Before I even heard a gasp, my skull was about to bust open like a melon under a truck.

  Is she trying to fucking kill me? My hands pushed against the inside of her thighs again, this time to let myself breath.

  Panic set in. I tried breaking myself free, screaming in fear against the folds of her cunt.

  But no matter how I tried, she had me pinned. And with only one hand.

  Her legs pushed back harder than I could. All ten of my fingers crushed against the sides of my head. Stars were already dancing behind my eyelids.

  The heat picked up, roasting my brain until I was ready to pass out. The pressure on all sides kept getting stronger.

  Oh shit! I gave it one last effort, yelling the kind of insults into her slit that would make a sailor drop in prayer.

  Then all at once, Mona let go.

  I heard the ungodly racket as her thighs and hand left me. Every ragged breath shot pain through my lungs. But I wasn’t the only one fighting to get enough air.

  She’s coming? Really? A trail of sweat coursed down my forehead, stinging my left eye. This girl’s not psychic, she psychotic.

  Mona’s shoulders bunched up as she trembled in front of me. The gown split a little more, bringing her tits out in the dim light. They were as stunning as the rest of her, rising up as she kept belting out moan after
whimper.

  I tried getting back on my feet. My knees buckled when I got halfway up, crashing me over her as I planted my hands within inches of her chest.

  Mona wrapped her arms around my neck before I could fight back. Still riding out whatever the hell had made her come like that, her moment of weakness felt like the perfect time to make my break for it.

  Forearms pulled me too tight again, about the time my muscles twitched.

  Air seethed through my gritted teeth. With just enough air in my lungs to get it out, I begged, “Ease up a little… I can’t fucking breath.”

  Thankfully, the crazy bitch let go.

  Even through my shirt, her nipples jabbed at my chest. The trim of her gown pressed through as well, sitting just to the side of those hard nubs.

  I wanted to push myself up and admire the goods I hadn’t seen yet, but oxygen felt a little more important. The floating dots had gone away, at least.

  Finally, Mona stopped the quivering. Slits of blue light peeked from between her eyelids, drilling right into my soul. “What?”

  My patience broke like a cheap pencil. “You almost fucking killed me!”

  “You’re not dead. Yet, anyway.” That hint of a giggle would have earned her a punch if she were man. “Give my husband what he wants, and you don’t have to worry about it anymore.”

  I ran a hand between her legs, stroking a couple of fingers up the edges of her pussy. Because why not? “What the hell’s that supposed to mean?”

  “You could be like us. The one thing pop culture got right about our kind is, we’re basically immortal.”

  She had the strength of a bodybuilder, but the figure of a woman who couldn’t open a jar to save her life. I knew something had to add up there. “Quit bullshitting and prove it, once and for all.”

  “If I do, what do I get in return?” Mona loosened her arms, giving me a couple of inches to back away.

  Eternal life sounded pretty nice compared to the losing hand I’d been playing on. “I’ll think about doing what Lev wants me to.”

  “Alright.” Mona’s legs snaked around me, pulling my hips back into hers. And that stare kept drilling holes in my very being. “I let you up here because I saw something in you. If I hadn’t, you’d have wound up on the fourteenth floor, and security would have kicked you off the property already.”

  That wetness down under seeped through the front of my jeans. Until I could change clothes, everyone would smell the ‘dude just got laid’ essence on me. “If I turn into one of you, what’s the biggest difference I’d see?”

  Mona wiggled herself enough to force me tighter against her cunt. “You’d have a family again.”

  All the color left my face like she was your average, bloodthirsty Hollywood vampire. Both of my parents had been only-children, and my grandparents were all dead.

  “I’ve got your interest.” She grabbed my free hand, forcing it atop a breast. “Humans can’t choose their family members, but our kind can.”

  Squeezing without thinking about it, and swirling her clit, I was already locked into hearing the pitch. “What else?”

  Her lips parted enough to show her teeth for a second. Those canines didn’t look any sharper than normal. “Anyone who knows we exist are labeled as crazy, at best. It’s time we make a resurgence. That’s where you come in.”

  “You’ve got one hell of a way to recruit people. Sex sells.”

  “It’s the fastest way to strip the barriers from someone’s mind. Get them horny, and they’re an open book.”

  “So what do I want?” Not that I had my own answer.

  Mona locked her hands on both sides of my head. Then my thoughts felt like they were being squeezed from my brain like toothpaste.

  “Time, and something worth spending it on. That’s hard when you know the clock is running out.”

  She wasn’t wrong. My dream of becoming an engineer had fallen through with my diagnosis. College and the early shit-work of that trade would have wasted the useful years I had left. Same with building a cabin in the woods somewhere.

  The heels of her feet pressed against my ass, knocking both her shoes off. As they clattered on the floor, Mona tightened the noose. “You’d hate it at this resort, but we do have the old hot springs. As soon as I peeked in your mind, I knew you were the right person to make them useful again.”

  Which didn’t tell me a damn thing. “Again, what do I want?”

  “Smoking pot, barely working, and playing video games can’t be it.” Mona cocked her head. “Unless you want to be forgotten. You don’t even have family to think about you decades from now.”

  It sure was the first ‘drugs are bad, m’kay?’ lecture I’d gotten with a dry hump. But something about her take on my life hit the mark.

  “What makes me the right guy for the job?”

  “Who said it has to be a man? If you don’t take our offer, we’ve still got Emma to fall back on.” Mona finally looked away from me. “And if she doesn’t take us up either, we’ll just keep looking. Tens of thousands pass through here every tourist season.”

  “How many have turned you down?”

  She couldn’t hold the giggles back. “You’re the first one to ask me that.”

  “Well?”

  She forced my hips tighter against her. The inside of my boxers began soaking through. “Gatlinburg couldn’t have been a worse place to set up. Just about every man with a strong mind has that stupid ‘I am my own island’ outlook on life. And the few who don’t are already committed to something else I’m not cruel enough to rip them away from.”

  I kinda got what she was driving at. “You know, Asheville would have been a better choice.”

  Mona snorted in my face at the idea. “I feel everything going through people’s heads. When they jerk themselves off over the smell of their own farts, my own sanity matters again. And in the surrounding area, the conservative types are just as self-righteous.”

  Which was fair enough. Knoxville was the closest big city, and it didn’t take itself too seriously. Hell, no town that elects a pro wrestler for mayor can, by definition. People on vacation tend to drop their hometown bullshit too.

  But now her slit was heating up the bottom of my shaft, through two layers of clothes.

  I reached below and tried sneaking my zipper down. “Then what’s this favor your husband wants?” I at least had to know before I put my dick in her.

  “The original resort has been abandoned for decades. Lev wants to make it a prime hunting ground for prime meat to bring into our ‘family.’”

  Which sounded like Mona was asking me to be a foreman, or maybe some dipshit resort manager. “At least try to talk me into it.” Because I wanted to fuck her, without selling myself into a bullshit salary job.

  “Really? ‘Fresh meat’ didn’t put you on edge?”

  Normally, it would have. “Am I getting laid or not?”

  Her fingers danced around until my zipper busted open. A few more twitches had me aimed for home, my tip pressing against that searing passage. “Then shut up and do me. You don’t have to go through with it, but I still want a good fuck.”

  Lucky me. I couldn’t walk myself out of my pants fast enough.

  Pressing in, her walls didn’t spread like I expected. I barely forced beyond the split on my head, even throwing all my weight into it. “You doing this nympho thing because he can’t get it up?”

  My spine popped as Mona closed her arms around the small of my back. Jesus fuck!

  “I don’t have to do it for him.”

  Almost stroking out as my cock rushed through, it felt like I was banging a virgin again, but I actually knew what the hell I was doing this time. But now my shaft was getting the life squeezed from it.

  She nibbled on one of my earlobes. Then I felt her eyes, without even seeing them. “Just think about it… Every woman like me feels like this.”

  As in, every woman who was a psychic vampire, I assumed. Those fleeting dreams of banging Emma f
or a one-night-stand fell away. I’d all but fallen in love.

  Mona’s voice filled the air as I fought to pull back. Driving deep again was even harder, but fucking worth it.

  “There you go.” Her teeth clamped on the tougher bits of my ear, just enough to hurt like hell. Then her breath scorched against my face. “Make me come again.”

  Tight as Mona was, I didn’t know how I’d plunge my way through. Not that I wasn’t rearing to give it my damnedest.

  “Come on, it takes more than just a few pumps to get me going.” Her legs clamped on me again.

  I steadied myself with a good hold on both tits. Rushing forward, cramming myself into a hole that felt way too small, I didn’t know if the extra heat came from her or the friction.

  Mona had me trapped deep, not letting go with the heels of her feet digging into my ass.

  But she was on a beanbag, not a solid bed, table, or couch. I knew if I couldn’t back out, I could always grind in every other direction.

  That vice she called a cunt still made it harder than my dick. Fighting against the pressure, one good swirl popped her mouth open.

  Both of her hands got in on it too, gripping my sides just under the ribs. I was stuck like a fly on a glue strip.

  Fuck yes… My eyes shut as my hands squeezed the copious tits jiggling with every dip I gave her. Even though it wasn’t the gut-crushing pounding I liked to give, these vampire girls might have had their own benefits.

  I braced myself, trying to hold my stance like one of the mountains around us. Which was my mistake.

  Mona began rolling her own hips. Even under the give of her seat, she almost twisted my dick clean off. I swear, that pussy could snap railroad ties.

  Through what was verging on pain, I heard her demand, “Don’t even think of tapping out yet!”

  It already felt reckless not to. But what had I done in the past several minutes that wasn’t?

  Wanting to keep my shaft attached to the rest of me, I had to fight back. Wrapping my fingers and thumbs around her narrow waist, I put it all in one last go at a thrust.

  Her walls gave, or maybe it was that flood surging all around my length. But I’d chucked her head back.

  Feet dangled against my ass, easing their grip until Mona trailed off that moan.