Alfred Lee Aprox:
Queen of the Night
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
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
"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
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 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
"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
"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
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
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
"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
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
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
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
"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
Finally, as he pulled himself away, his member spent and
satisfied, her body went limp and hung from the metal bar
"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
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
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
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
"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
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."