Sascha and the Vampire(3)

I couldn’t talk with his hand around my throat so I simply nodded. All things considered, I thought I was getting a pretty good deal.





*****





The work was not unlike regular straight up human bar work, except that my boss, most of my co-workers and pretty much all of my customers could kill me at any given moment. But the tips sure were great.

Chloe had fitted me out with the uniform – a ridiculously tight black and red corset! It was sheer at the sides and cut way too low for my liking; not that wearing a corset in public was to my liking. It stopped a couple of inches from my belly button, but thankfully there was a black skirt which I thought was far too inappropriate for health and safety reasons, but Chloe didn’t think it was very wise of me to refuse given I had already had one altercation with the Master. It barely covered my behind, so I was very thankful that my short black apron gave me a bit of extra concealment, and also thankful that I had shaved my legs this morning.

Sebastian stayed in the bar most of the night. I found it interesting that most of the other vamps kept their distance from him as he surveyed his kingdom from a red leather booth at the back of the bar. I tried not to look over at him, but when I couldn’t help myself I saw him scowling back at me. I wondered briefly if he could be taken to court for bullying in the workplace.

“Fuck, here he comes,” muttered Jessie, the only other regular human working in the bar. “No offense new girl, but I’m calling ‘not it’ on this one,” and the tall brunette quickly positioned herself at the other end of the bar where the vamp customers were only too happy to entertain her.

I watched with interest as the crowded room parted for the Master to walk through towards the bar. He certainly had a commanding presence with his imposing height and build, and the evil oozing from every pore didn’t hurt either. More than a few of the females in the room were particularly interested in watching him strut his stuff.

“Sascha, please pour me a vodka,” he asked with his smooth alluring voice. I considered for a brief moment of pouring him Russian, then my better judgement told me not to be suicidal. I poured him a large serve of Absolute over ice. He took it from my hand and made me cringe involuntarily when his fingers touched mine. “Do I make you nervous?” he asked with a slight smirk.

“Yes,” was my honest reply. This seemed to please him and thankfully, he returned to his booth and left me alone for the remainder of the night.



*****



At a quarter to four in the morning, I was physically exhausted. The vamps could hold their drink better than normal people could and so I barely had a chance to think, let alone be worried that I was one of only a few normal humans in the room. Apart from lots of fantastic tips and promises of seeing me again the next night, the patrons were very well behaved towards me. The busy work took my mind of what I had agreed to do at the end of the night.



I could put it off no longer, as I could find nothing else to clean. I had already gone over the bar three times with disinfectant and cleaned the glass of the beer fridge twice in an attempt to delay the inevitable. I decided it was just best to get it over with. Even though I was scared as all hell about what was going to happen. I should have made him elaborate on what ‘submit’ meant. Shaking my head at my own stupidity, I turned off the glass washer and slowly made my way out back to the staff quarters. There was no one left except the vampire and me.

“Would you like to sit down?” he spoke low and calmly, his blonde hair a little dishevelled, and the top buttons of his shirt undone. If he was attempting to put me at ease, it wasn’t working. He motioned for me to sit on the large sofa against the wall opposite his desk.

I shook my head and steadily backed up against the closed door. I was not ready for this, definitely not ready for him. I had heard that it was impossible for vampires to take blood without having sex, it was part of their programming or something, my friend Rebecca had told me. She also said that once you have had a vampire, normal guys seem pathetic, so a normal relationship was practically impossible.

He locked my eyes in his icy blue stare as he stepped over to me, taking off his shirt to reveal an earth shatteringly hard physique. He sensed my trepidation and said, “I feel more comfortable doing it this way.”

“Well as long as one of us does,” I half laughed nervously. The idea of him sucking on my neck and drinking my blood was one thing, but the idea of him being half-naked while doing it was slowly creeping over the line I had drawn about what I would or would not do to help out a friend.

As he leaned over me, I started to shake a little as his breath hit my ear. “Just relax, I won’t hurt you. Well...not too much” I could sense him grinning before I felt his mouth on the most sensitive part of my neck towards the base near my shoulder. He pressed his body hard against mine with one arm wrapped around my waist and the other hand pinning me to the door. He stayed like that for a few silent moments; just breathing onto my neck and making me feel giddy with fear and lust as his warm breath danced along my skin. I casually let my hands steady myself against his waist, which he seemed to appreciate because he followed my movement with a slight push with his hips against me. I felt utterly trapped by the vampire when the slight graze of his teeth against me turned into a painful bite.