Erotic Phantasm

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Chapter 1

Alone in a darkened room
The count
Bela Logosi’s dead
Undead
Undead
Undead
~written by Bauhaus~ 

He looked forward to coming to this bar all week long, to sit here on a Friday night, nurse a beer, and watch the beautiful women dance. And to watch the men try to pick the women up, of course… He never tried. All his competitive drive was focused on his ad exec job. He never really had to try. He was in his thirties, in the best shape of his life, over six feet tall, and he obviously made a lot of money.
And so he sat, nursing his beer on this particular Friday night, when he saw her. She had her back to him as she sat on her barstool, and it was the hair that first got his attention. Long black hair, a straight curtain almost down to her waist, thick as a cloud, but he could tell the way it moved it was made of fine silk. As she turned her head to talk animatedly to her friend, he saw the side of her face, and began to be intrigued by her possible ethnic heritage. She had olive-colored skin, with high cheekbones, and a long straight nose. Full ruby-colored lips. Slightly slanted eyes. Was she Slavic? Perhaps not even totally Caucasian? Maybe a hint of Asian in there…

A luscious little blonde strutted over to him. What was her name? Something with a G. Old-fashioned name. Gilda? Gloria? He’d fucked her a week or two ago…
“I brought you a beer,” she simpered. “Heinekin. I remembered that was what you liked.”
He motioned her close to his mouth, and whispered into her ear, “GO. AWAY. NOW.”
She looked at him with a stricken face. “But! But! I thought you liked me!”
Oh lord, was this cunt going to make a scene?
The dark-haired one looked straight at him. Her dark eyes seemed to set off a spark and he felt the word

        MINE

It wasn’t telepathy… well, it didn’t seem like telepathy, not that he knew what that was like, but he knew that she thought it, just as surely he knew his own name.
He pushed G-slut away lightly just to make sure she knew he meant business. She turned and saw whom he was looking at, and slunk off, whimpering, her lip stuck out.
He didn’t care. He only had eyes for this one, this tall, dark-haired beauty. And vice-versa, it seemed. Once her eyes were upon him, she never took them off. She got down off her barstool, and strolled casually over to meet him. The throng of people just seemed to part for her. As she approached, he took the opportunity to study her more closely.. 5′9″, 5′10″ in her boots, perhaps? A rocking hot body, at least a 36D with a tight little waist and generous hips. And that fascinating face and hair…
He felt that first delicious edge of desire rise up in him.. his cock starting to thicken just a bit. God, she was beautiful. He wondered what her mouth tasted like.
She sat down across the table from him.
“Buy me a drink?”
He motioned for the waiter to come and let her order.
“So do you come here often?” he asked.
“No, this is my first time. I like… new hunting grounds from time to time.”
He literally could not take his eyes off her. His own beer forgotten, he watched as she greedily swigged down her own in two gulps and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. A lusty woman, indicative of a long hot night, perhaps?
 He liked that. If she were as lusty in bed, he might even fuck her more than once.
“Take me home with you,” she demanded. And got up and left, never even looking back to see if he was following. Of course he was. He almost felt compelled to follow.. A few of the regulars watched, secret smiles on their faces.
It was a beautiful May night, full of mystery and promise, with a full moon hanging low.
Once in his little Audi convertible, he felt compelled to talk. “So what is your name?” he asked.
“Shhhh,” she said. “My name does not interest you. What will interest you is how I can make you feel. Just drive.”
Once they got to his house, she became hesitant, hanging back from the door as he opened it for her. “Ladies first,” he said, with a bow.
“I can come in your house?” she asked, almost timidly.
“Yes of course, don’t be silly!”
After that, she became her usual confident self, strolling inside and immediately taking control once again.
Funny how he was feeling now that he was so close to her. Almost drugged. He looked into her eyes as she put her arms around him. They were dark brown but with flashes of gold in them, reminding him of a kaleidescope…
He felt himself being swallowed up by her presence, like falling into a deep well, from which there was no escape.

to be continued…