Erotic Flash:

The Vampire's Seduction

 

 

by

 

 

Elixa Everett

 

Chapter 1

 

 

As Sabrina opened the front door of the house that she and her fiancé Oliver had just purchased, she knew something was wrong. Oliver was not due home for another couple of hours, yet his black Ford Mustang was parked in their driveway. Strange indeed, considering the fact that he never came home early. His worked trumped everything else in his life, while his friends and family came second. Sadly, his fiancée, Sabrina was always the last thing on his priority list. Although she was hurt and upset by his constant lack of concern for her, the love that she had for him forced her to overlook his flaws.

She had gotten off work early to prepare a special surprise anniversary dinner for him. Her arms were full with several large, heavy, bags of groceries, which she deposited on the kitchen table. She rarely had time to cook a nice, extravagant meal. Normally they would order some fast food, or go out to a restaurant for dinner. However tonight was extra special and apart from the gourmet dinner she was about to prepare, she had bought a sexy, naughty maid costume at the adult store. She would have dinner on the table with red wine, and she would walk in wearing nothing but a short black and white apron with tiny straps covering only the tips of her nipples."

If he's home, where is he? She peered into the den. Normally when home he would be on the computer reading emails or playing online games. He wasn't there. Upstairs she could hear something, movement. Oliver. She jogged up the short flight of stairs to the second floor. The master bedroom was directly in front of her with the door shut. So strange. She reach out, turned the knob and flung it open.

"What the Hell!" was the first thing that escaped her lips as she saw Oliver's naked body slamming over and over into an unknown female on their bed!

Oliver panicked and hurriedly removed his erect dick from this woman's pussy. His short, stout dick stood at attention as he searched the floor for his jeans. Sabrina could see the woman's face clearly now, she looked like she was barely twenty. She had a petite, slender figure, with firm round breasts. She too had sprung off the bed began to put on her clothes

"Listen, Sabrina, I can explain," he snatched his white t-shirt from the floor as he took several strides towards her.

Sabrina ignored Oliver. Her interest was on the woman. Who the fuck is she? She intended to find out!

She took a step towards the woman, fire in her eyes. Someone was going to get physically hurt today, her money was on the tramp in the green dress.

How dare she! How dare he!

She felt his hand on her arm, attempting to hold her back. Turning her rage onto him, she jerked her arm out of his grasp. "I'll deal with you later!" she spat, venom in her tone.

Cheating bastard!

She attempted to move toward the woman once more.

Oliver grabbed at her arm a second time.

Spinning around to face him, she did something that she had never done in her lifetime. Her fist drew back and connected with the right side of his face. He released her arm and took a couple of steps back, his hand rubbing his jaw. A small trickle of blood trailed its way down the side of his lip. He looked at her, shocked.

The woman in the green dress took the opportunity to scurry her way around the couple, and with her shoes dangling in from her hand she practically leaped down the stairs. Sabrina watched her as she disappeared down the stairs and out of sight.

Seconds later, she heard the front door open and close.

That took care of one of her problems.

Sabrina took a few strides toward Oliver until she was about a foot away from him. A single tear trickled down her cheeks and she sniffed, she refused to breakdown in front of him. This was the ultimate betrayal and she just wanted him gone, out of her house, and out of her life. "How could you, do this to me. How could you? Get out!" she shrieked with the sound of hurt in her voice. Her body vibrated with the anger.

He hesitated for a moment, considering what to say or do next.

"Get out. Now!" she bellowed, her hands balled up into fists once more at her side. She took a couple deep breaths trying to control her emotions. He was very close to getting another hard smack across his face.

He sighed, pulling his t-shirt over his head. He hesitated once more; his mouth opened to say something, but then realized that nothing he could say would fix the situation. This was the most hurtful thing that he had ever done to her. He hung his head in shame, and finally left.

A couple of minutes later she heard his mustang start. Walking over to the window, she peered out, but ensured she stayed out of sight. The woman she had just caught him with was sitting in the passenger seat as he drove off.

The nerve of that no good, cheating bastard!

She really didn't think she had ever been so angry, not to the point that she was at that very moment. She had never been so hurt, upset, frustrated and humiliated, all at the same time. The rage nearly consumed her as she stood there, alone in the bedroom.

She turned back towards their bed. The sheets appeared ruffled from what appeared to be some intense bedroom action. The images of Oliver fucking some stranger in her bed played repeatedly in her mind as if on some sort of fucked up tormenting loop. Her stomach turned at the thought that this may not be the first time that he cheated on her. She was going to vomit. She fought the nausea by taking another few deep breaths.

"Well these sheets and comforter are no good to me anymore," she muttered to herself. Damn. She just bought them a couple of weeks ago. She'd splurged and spent a small fortune on the sheet and comforter set. She supposed she could wash them, but she'd never get the image of them screwing out of her mind, if she kept the sheets that they had done it on.

Definitely not an image she wanted to dwell on. She shook her head in disbelief. "In my bed. In my house! On our anniversary?"

Breathe, she instructed herself.

As angry as she was, she was surprised when a calm state overtook her.

If it wasn't against the city bi-law to burn things in your back yard she'd burn everything that was his, but she'd have to make do with balling them up into garbage bags and tossing them out.

"Rotten son of a bitch," she fumed, as she set to work.

She now had a lot to do tonight and none of it included preparing the delicious meal she had planned.

 

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The following week was hectic. She never cried over the failed relationship, not once. The single tear was all she was going to give him. Perhaps it was the anger that still resided in her, or perhaps deep down she knew it was for the best. She had packed up his things and left them on the lawn for him to pick up the next day.

Oliver showed up a number of times apologizing to her and trying to convince her that he had changed. He said it was a mistake and he loved her, and wanted her back. Blah, blah, blah. She'd heard it all before.

She took over the mortgage on the house; she could barely afford it, but she would get by. She was great at planning and budgeting so it was just a matter of cutting a few corners here and there.

The house was quiet though, too quiet and she was lonely. Worst of all her self esteem had taken quite a hit. Why would he want to be with that woman when he could have had me anytime he wanted? It just didn't make sense to her.

She was a good woman. She was sure of it. A good catch. No. A great catch. Screw him! He was just too stupid to realize what he had. Perhaps he realized that now but too little too late, as far as she was concerned the damage was done and she could never forgive him.

In the kitchen, Sabrina poured herself a cup of coffee from her coffeemaker and noticed the mail had piled up over the last week. All unopened and waiting for her. She supposed there would be bills waiting to be paid. Putting down her cup of coffee, she snatched up the mail, and run through them. Electric bill, telephone bill, junk, junk, junk, the final flyer caught her eye. Flash Studios.

 

Welcome to Flash Studios. At Flash we specialize in erotic photos, for all occasions. So let go of your inhibitions and book an appointment for an erotically charged photo session you won't soon forget.

 

Sabrina had seen pictures that some of her co-workers had taken from studios such as this. Glamorous, erotic, ego boosting photos. Boudoir photos they were called if she remembered correctly. Some people even posted highly seductive pictures on their Facebook pages. She had thought it was somewhat inappropriate but she had to admit many were quite nice, some even tactful. Every inch of cellulite, every imperfection, simply airbrushed away. She had heard from many people who had photos like this done that the experience really did make you feel like an enchantress.

Laughing to herself, Sabrina had a hard time associating the term enchantress to herself. Maybe at one time she could have, but not at this particular point in her life. She was twenty-three years old but felt much, much older.

She picked up her coffee cup and sat down at the kitchen table flipping the flyer over looking for rates. They were quite reasonable. Besides, when it came down to it, who could put a price tag on an ego boost right? She sure as hell could use one after the past week she had.

Sabrina went to the phone in the kitchen and dialled the number listed on the back. She was about to hang up, but on the fifth ring a man answered. He had a deep and seductive voice that made her quiver just hearing it, his name was Victor.

"I'm calling about the flyer. For the... ummm... erotic photos. I am looking to book an appointment," she stated, nervousness evident in her tone. Leaning back against the kitchen counter, she twirled the telephone cord around her index finger. She held her breath anxious to hear more of his sweet seductive tone.

"Ahhh yes," pause, "Just so I can get an idea as to how the shoot should go, what is the purpose for the photos? A gift for a boyfriend, husband perhaps?"

Sabrina laughed, with a hint of bitterness tainting the laughter. "No."

Silence.

When he didn't respond she felt compelled to continue on with an explanation. "I just got out of a relationship. He cheated. I found them in our bed." Her mouth dropped open as soon as she said the words. She could hardly believe she was telling an absolute stranger. Damn it! She groaned inwardly.

"Then he isn't worthy of you." His voice once more soothed her, reaching out through the telephone and drawing her into him. A vision of what the man on the other end of the phone might look like developed in her mind. He was tall and beautifully built. He was dark, mysterious and seductive. He was dangerous. She knew this without a doubt.

Even his name gave her goosebumps. Victor. She liked the sound of his name as it rolled off her tongue.

She heard him chuckling softly and immediately knew she had said his name out loud. She gasped and covered her mouth with her hand. Shit!

"Well, I can get you in Tuesday evening at 9pm of next week would that be suitable?"

"Y-yes," she cringed. Shit, first I say his name for no apparent reason and now I'm stuttering! She could feel the heat rising to her cheeks and was thankful he was on the other end of the phone and not standing in front of her.

"Good. And may I ask your name," again his voice was smooth and soothing. She felt herself melting, her heartbeat accelerating in anticipation of... What?

"Sabrina," she managed to sigh.

"Sabrina. Such a beautiful name. I will see you next Tuesday at nine then sweet Sabrina."

Her cheeks grew hotter. "Thank you."

She hung the phone up before he could say anything more. Even though her insides felt knotted up, she still felt good about the appointment. The brief conversation with him, for some odd reason made her feel sexy, desirable. It was unnerving, but at the same time enticing. Yes, the appointment was a very good idea.

 

 

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Victor could not seem to get the telephone call from earlier that evening out of his head. There was nothing unique about the call, but the woman on the other end seemed, so... sad, defeated even. He couldn't quite put his finger on it but something about her drew him to her. His mind kept dwelling on her words and the sound of her voice on the other end of the telephone.

His client breezed past him, clearly disappointed he did not make a pass at her during the photo shoot. She was an attractive woman probably in her mid-twenties. She had beautiful, silky blonde hair and her breasts were like two gorgeous peaks pressing against the sheer fabric of her blouse.

Although the woman leaving his studio was strikingly gorgeous, his thoughts were consumed with desire to see the mysterious woman he had spoken to on the phone earlier. Sabrina. He longed to meet her, feel her, and take away all her pain.

His cock jerked alive in his pants and his whole body tensed. He growled at himself. Who was she, and why did she have such an effect on him?

The client who had just left was the last appointment of the evening so he escorted her out and locked up after her.

He strolled around the large black marble front counter and into his office.

The office contained a bar fridge where he had bottles of blood stored away. Striding over to it he bent and pulled one from it.

He had to get to know the caller and he simply couldn't wait until her appointment. He wasn't known for his patience. In all of his two hundred and some odd years on earth, he had never had a pull or desire to know someone like the pull he had for her. One brief conversation, less than two minutes in length, and he and enthralled with her.

One of the greatest benefits to being a vampire was the special power that many obtained upon turning. In most cases, the ability was linked to a skill they may have had prior to being turned.

Not long after he was turned he discovered he had the ability to dreamwalk into a humans dreams. Lately, however, he was also able to read the minds of humans he had physical contact with, if he chose to. Generally, he chose not to. It seemed like such a violation which it was. But sometimes the temptation was just too great.

Got to get to know her, his mind wouldn't let up on him on the issue, harping at him as if on a sound loop.

He walked over to the black leather sofa in the back of the room. He finished off the bottle of blood then lay down on the sofa. Closing his eyes, he focused on her voice as he drifted off to sleep.