He downed a shot, welcoming the burning feeling in his throat. He motioned for the bartender to re-fill his glass and he drank it in a flash. Today wasn’t his best day ever. His wife of 12 years left him for some young shmuk, loaded with cash. Just thinking about it made him want to drink more. After a couple drinks he went to the washroom.

On his way out, a woman from across the bar caught his eye. Even with all the smoke in the room he could see her brilliantly blue eyes. With her raven black hair contrast to her unnaturally porcelain white skin, he was convinced that she was a goddess.

She seemed to notice him staring at her and looked at him. He was startled at how intense her gaze was. She got up from her seat and motioned for him to follow her with her eyes. As he clumsily followed her, he couldn’t help but stare at her body. Her figure was curvy but slim-looking. It looked as though only a god could carve such a figure like that.

She walked out of the bar and he followed suite. The door led to an alley out back. She continued to walk deeper into the alley, glancing back at him and smiling. His lust for her was building beyond handling proportions.

She finally stopped at the dead end, standing in the corner. He tried to hurry, his cloudy mind not helping his balance at all.

He got to her and she grabbed him and started to madly kiss him. He backed her on the wall and he felt her grind on him. As they’re mouths fiercely kissed, hands roamed all over the place. She took off his jacket and un-button his shirt. Feeling her wanting hands made his pants a lot tighter. He dropped them and lifted her skirt, taking off her panties.

“Do you have a-“he began to ask, but she just put her finger on his lips.

“Don’t worry” she said quietly.

Making sure she was firmly on the wall, he entered her. Pants and moans escaped their mouths, filling the night’s air. Her body was cold, but he didn’t notice. Muscles started to tighten and moans became frequent. Just as they were about to climax, she exposed his neck and bit him.

His grunts became screams and she was enjoying it. Intense ecstasy rocked her, making her body and mind ache with pleasure.

He finally went silent, falling on the ground. She took a minute to re-compose herself. Once she put her panties on she checked to see if he was dead. Feeling a faint pulse she smiled, her fangs catching the light. She knew he wasn’t going to remember a thing by the way he was drinking.

She started walking back to the bar, the clicks of her heels the only noise herd in the dark alley.

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A/N: My first time writing something 'dirty', so keep the flames down. I'm in a shortage of reviews, can you spare some?