Alfred Lee Aprox: 3734 words Queen of the Night by Alfred Lee Billy's Bar was known in town to attract a certain clientele, the kind that usually only came out at night during 'working hours' if you know what I mean. Tonight was no exception. He walked into the bar, the scent of death all over him, all dressed in black, his three quarter length cloak flowing to the floor covering any menace that might be hiden underneath. The backlight hit him just enough that all was in the shadows except his eyes. They, along with his shoulder length hair, were as black as his clothes, his stare going right through you. As he walked into the room, all went quiet. Heads turned towards him as he strode across the floor and time sort of stood still like everything was in slow motion. As he approached the corner of the bar, the people there kind of melted into the background, giving him the space his stature demanded. Finally someone breathed and the normal hum of life returned to this already dismal atmosphere. "I'm looking for someone," he said to the barkeep with just a hint of Aussie accent, "and a drink to wash down the dust in my throat. Make that a beer, a very cold beer. You Billy, like the name outside on the sign?" With that said, he slammed down a twenty and a ragged picture that looked like it had been pulled out of his shirt pocket one too many times. "Yea," said Billy as he grabbed a frosted mug from the frig and poured a Mick from the tap. "Ever see this girl in here before? I was told she might hang out around these parts." The bartender placed the mug of cold beer he had on tap in front of the stranger, glanced towards the picture and shook his head no as he started to walk away. The stranger's muscular arms shot out from under the cape and snatched Billy by the back of his head, yanking him backwards to where his face was directly in front of the mysterious guest. His arms rippled as they protruded from underneath the darkness of his outer garment. The light caught hold of something, a quick sharp sliver of silver, causing a prismed reflection to dance on the wall mirror behind the scene unfolding in the often gloomy surroundings of Billy's Bar. "I asked you a question, Billy, and I expect a nice mannered gentleman like yourself would rather give an honest answer before stuffing this twenty in his shirt, am I right? Now when I let go of you, I'd better here an answer or I'll be forced to crush your larynx and then you can talk through a hole in your neck and sound like an ad for a cancer commercial; do I make myself clear? Shake your head once for yes and twice for surgery." Billy was still shaking his head affirmatively after the stranger left go of him. With much quver in his voice, he spoke, "She comes in here about once or twice a month to pick up some action and then leave with it. Usually an out-a- towner much like yerself but more of a loser. You know, the travelin' salesman, polyester type. One's that are here for only one reason and probly won't be back till they're in town again. She's about due, I'd say. Ain't been here since about two weeks ago. Always comes on a weeknight. Always wears black. Shows enough T & A ta git the job done and don't talk to any of the reglers." Billy had coughed through most of his little speech so it was hard to tell when he was done. The stranger had taken it all in. "I'll take my drink in the far corner over there, in the shadows. You give me the nod if she comes in, okay Billy?" "Yea, sure, Mister. Anything you say just don't mess up my place, alright? I'll help ya out just take yer beef with her outside please?" "Not a problem. The lady doesn't even know me. Just let me know when she first arrives and I'll be her action for the night." He picked up his drink and slinked over to an empty table in the far corner, shooting a little wink over his shoulder and a confirming smile. Hardly anyone took notice to this whole scene as it played out, minding there own business as usual. Along about 12:30, the bar door opened and a well packaged bit of sin on two long legs sauntered into the room. The stranger looked towards the bar and got his acknowledgment from Billy. "Showtime," said the stranger under his breath as he slowly walked over to the center of the bar. He looked at Billy with an almost distant look; one of an entirely different persona. "Mr. Bartender, I'll have another beer if you please." He sounded like one of the many pencil pushing nerds that came to frequent his bar through the week. The lady picked up on him immediately. She adjusted herself just a bit and then walked that walk her kind did when they were working, like a bayou fisherman trolling for alligators. "Buy a lady a drink, stranger?" she said as she leaned in towards him, dipping down to rest her elbows on the bar, showing her wares in the low-cut mini dress, barely covering dark black hose, garters belt to match showing just a hint of sin, and 6" stiletto heels. Saying it was a tight dress was a bit of under statement. A snakes skin was not this tight. Breathing for her was like an added bonus for anyone that was in the right line of sight. She had the right equipment and certainly knew how to use it... like now, for instance. "Mr. Bartender, also bring one for the lady, please. Tell the man what you want." "I'll have a champagne cocktail, Billy, but Mister that's not what I want. What I want is some conversation and not to be alone tonight. Would you mind keeping me company?" "Not a bit. Please join me at my table?" "I'd be honored." As they picked up their drinks, she walked ahead of him so she could continue the show. At the table, he sat in the corner so he could look at her and still keep an eye on all else, including the large neon lit clock above the bar. "So tell me, what's your name and what's your game?" she breathed. Sipping her drink, she then slowly licked the excess around the edge of her glass, her tongue tipping up a bit as she leisurely sucked it back into her mouth. "Well, if you must know, my name is Carson and I'm just passing through on a little vacation to see the west. No wife, family or anything like that. I had a relative but he died so I'm just footloose and care free. "May I ask you a personal question? I see we have the same taste in clothes as in color of fabric. Any particular reason you're wearing black? Just asking, no harm meant by it." Carson took a long hit on his own drink as he waited patiently for her reply. "None taken. Why, yes, there is a reason for black but its not because I'm grieving for anyone, it's just my favorite color. There is another reason but I don't want to scare you away." She paused for effect then went on. "Do you like adventure, Carson? Would you like to have an invitation to an adventure you will remember the rest of your life? One you will tell your grandchildren about? When there older and can understand?" At this, she leaned back in the chair, spread her legs so he could see that she was wearing stockings, garter belt and nothing else. "I think I can safely say I have never had that kind of adventure, Miss..., Miss..., I don't believe you've told me your name." "No, Carson, I did not and if you don't mind, I'd like to keep it that way." "Well, I guess that just makes it even more exciting in a way, doesn't it? All right, Miss, lead the way to my Great Adventure." After leaving the bar, it was just a short drive to the outskirts of town where her loft was waiting for them. She asked that she be allowed to blindfold him and promised not to let him trip and fall. Very trusting, he had put his well being in her hands. Inside, the warmth of a fire was felt, the pleasant odor of scented candles permeating the evening air. She asked him to go behind a screen to remove his clothes without taking off the blindfold. As he came out from behind the provided protection for some modesty, he heard her suck in a breath of what sounded like one of awe or amazement. Not being able to see her expression, he could only guess. She broke the silence first. "You asked me earlier about why I was wearing black: if it had any significance. I will now tell you that it does." At that, he felt himself being placed in handcuffs and taken to another room. She placed his arms above his head and attached them to some sort of overhead hanging device with the handcuffs but it did not feel uncomfortable. "Now, Carson, if at any time, you want me to stop, just say so. I may or may not, depending on the urgency in your voice. Oh, a little fyi: this room is soundproof as is the rest of my loft so feel free to thoroughly express yourself, saying anything that might come to mind. The more vocal my lovers are, the better time for both of us." At that, he felt an ever so slight stinging sensation as she stroked his bare buttocks with a cat o' nine tails made of what felt like furr! Mink, perhaps? "Then you're into S & M? I guess I'm in for quite a ride! I will let you continue only if you promise we can trade places later?" "Not to worry, Carson. I intend on fucking your eyes out! Meooow!!" She picked up the pace with that outcry of tribal passion, whipping him with harder and faster strokes all over his genital area, his buttocks, chest and back, bringing him up then slowing down again, playing him like a fine violin. She attached a cock ring to him and then some sort of clamp to his testicles that seemed to give her even more of a rush then it did him. All this while rubbing her nakedness across him, allowing her hard nipples to just barely touch his very erect penis, causing it to spasm upwards with anticipation. After whipping him with various accessories, she sponged him down from head to toe, then gave him a tongue bath that started with the sucking of his toes, licking him all the way up his rigid torso, just getting close enough to his manhood, teasing without actually taking him into her wet and sensuous mouth. She finished this foreplay by taking her talented tongue up from the bottom of the crack of his buttocks very slowly and then spreading his cheeks to allow her hot friend to dart and dance all around it and then finally slowly working its way into its intended goal. During all of this, Carson was feeling various heights of ecstasy, constantly going up and down the scales of pleasure mixed with occasional flights of pain but never enough to make him want to stop. A night to always remember, she had said to him. Words not to be taken lightly, that's for sure. Finally, after almost two hours, his body tensed, muscles taunt, she licked his ear and whispered, "All right, my Cheree, it is now time to turn the tables.... if you feel you are ready?" She placed the key in his hand and watched as he unlocked his bonds, not in as big a hurry as her past conquests, but more with preciseness. He removed the blindfold and held her in his strong muscular arms, brushing his full wet lips against hers ever so lightly. As the kiss proceeded, it began to take on a mind of its own, lasting for a very long time, the passion building until she was clawing at his back, digging in those long nails with powerful down strokes, surely causing serious gashes in his back but never hearing even a protest of any kind from this man of steel. Then, without warning, he slammed her backwards into the wall, fingers entwined with his high above their heads. A droplet of sweat had found its way down to the tip of her right nipple and he traced its path, using his tongue of equal talent, culminating in his taking her entire teat area into his mouth and suckling on it as a newborn. A small cry of delight found its way up from her diaphragm out into the night air that sounded more like a whimper announcing to the world that she was experiencing sensualities far greater than she had ever had in her long past. Then, he fastened her to the restraints that once were his and proceeded to tease and tantalize every pour of her skin, leaving not one untouched. Her body was dripping with anticipation of what he might do next and no matter how good she thought it might feel, it was always better. This man that had fallen into her trap was giving her an adventure of her own. She may have to change her plans and let this develop into a real relationship. It was very hard for her to concentrate on anything else other than where his hands, fingers, and tongue were going to go and what they would do next. There would be time enough for that later. Before she had time to react, he spun her around and around with his hands touching her everywhere, teasing her vaginal lips, her ass cheeks, her nipples, her mouth: he seemed to be all over her at one time! With her head spinning as fast as her body, he abruptly stopped her and pulled her ass up into his crotch, his cock slipping inside her with the greatest of ease as her wetness was evident with the telltale trails down her thighs. Not unlike the nursery rhyme of Goldielocks, he was not too big, not too small: he was just right! Her mind could no longer think straight as it allowed herself to talk dirty even though in her past she had never done so as she enjoyed hearing her captives beg for just that. "Your cock feels soooo goood, Carson! Fuck me with that hard stiff prick! Harder, harder! Don't stop! I'll do anything, anything you want!" she begged. "I just want to please you, Connie. Am I doing that? I want to give you the time of your life, too," he said smoothly with all the calmness of a used car salesman closing a deal of a lifetime. He continued to talk to her in this manner, using all the same words and phrases that she had used so many times on all her unsuspecting prey of the past. They came together at almost the same time, she first, followed immediately by him. It went on for quite a long time, both of them grunting almost beast like with screams intermixed. Finally, as he pulled himself away, his member spent and satisfied, her body went limp and hung from the metal bar above her. "Damn, that was truly incredible, Carson. I can safely say I have never in my life cum like that before. You are truly talented. I hope it was as good for you?" As he strode from the room, going behind the screen to retrieve his clothes, she suspected, he waited to answer. "Yes, it was quite pleasurable for me too, Connie. It is okay to use your name now since we have become so intimate?" "Yes, I guess so but, now that I think about it, I don't remember telling you my name as I never use it when I.... ah... go out." She was almost a bit embarrassed telling him this as it lends to conjure up she does this a lot. No one should have to know this, especially Carson, now that she had decided to let this go on. She was sure he wanted it too since their sex had been so incredible. "Would you mind unlocking these? I want us to take a shower together. It's very large with three shower heads, a built in seat and plenty of room for further activities, if you like." She sounded so coy and childlike. He still wasn't making any attempt to find the key! Surly he did not intend to go around again like this? "Connie, do you remember me telling you I had a relative that died?" Connie nodded her head in agreement. "Well, I want to tell you a little story about him. His name was James. He was reported killed in an auto accident many years ago in the fifties, his car going off a pier somewhere. His body was never found. He also was supposedly seeing someone new, an unknown to his friends and followers. He was somewhat famous at the time. At any rate, it took a very long time for me to piece all the puzzle together but after many years, I was able to find out just who that girl was. She was about your size and her name was Connie also." Connie had begun to feel her body tensing up. She was afraid he had other ideas than sex on his mind and was starting to play mind games with her. He took a step towards her and a line of age that she hadn't noticed before in the bar was crossing his face. It was a gloomy smoky room and his car was dark also. Who was to notice things like that in this candlelight during the heat of desire? "Let me cut to the chase. You see, Connie, I know who you are and, more importantly, what you are." A satanic grin found its place in his smile towards her. She was now visibly shaking with fear and wrenching her naked body, desperately trying to free her bonds, to no avail. "You were just starting out as a child of the night after being bitten and left for dead by your benefactor. You did not die exactly but, much like the myths of Stoker, you did not fare well in direct sunlight nor did regular food find tasteful to you. At first you only preyed upon small animals until you found that only their still beating hearts and nothing else could sustain you and keep your young and youthful appearance over the years. After a while, you grew tired of this savage attitude towards life so you tried your first human, a derelict. From then on, your diet of at least 2 males per month had to be kept or the aging process in rapid order would overwhelm you. How am I doing, Connie?" There's that damn smile again, she thought. How could he know all this? Who is this man? Why has he come here? Death can not take me, surely he knows that? If only I could free myself! Thoughts of all kinds crept into her mind as she dangled from her own trappings of bondage. "Here's the twist or should I say twists to this gruesome tale. The young man who met his death by your hands was my grandson. You pushed his car off that pier on that fateful night and disposed of his heartless body the same way you do with all the others: in a homemade lye pit, much like the one I found earlier this week in your back yard. "The other twist is I was the one that made you this way. It was a very long time ago and I thought I had left you for dead. Before I could carve out your heart, I was interrupted by the police and had to flee the scene, so to speak. I honestly did not mean to leave you alive. Fate stepped in and used you to get back at me. The irony of it all. At any rate, I have given you what you always promise all your victims: an adventure to remember the rest of your life. This, Connie, will be the last day of your long tragic life. For I, Carson Dean, knows how to rid the world of the likes of you." At that, he produced from under his cape lying near his feet, an ancient weapon: an arced blade, very sharp on one side, with an elongated handle at one end. Tears were streaming down her cheeks as well as his. "A kiss farewell and into this dark night you sleep." He kissed her softly on the lips like a lover kissing his new bride goodnight and then with one swift motion, swung the cleaver through the air, catching Connie at the nape of her neck. It went through her soft flesh and bone like a hot knife through butter. As her head separated from her shoulders falling into his waiting hand, her aged body reacted immediately, turning to dust and misting to the floor below. Carson swept up her remains in a paper cup, walked out the back door and glanced towards the heavens as something occurred that his tired weary eyes had not seen in over a hundred years: a sunrise. Before the pain was too much for him, paper cup in hand and fully dressed, he whispered aloud, "Come my bride, let's go and sleep together," and stepped into the center of Connie's private bath for her lovers. "All is forgiven." The End
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