A slight, drunken giggle escaped Alicia Daniels' lips as she tried to keep herself from stumbling over the cracked and broken sidewalk running down the steep hill of Wisconsin Avenue NW where it ran from M Street to K Street. Her car was parked just a short distance away in one of the many lots underneath the Whitehurst Freeway, but it could just as easily have been Siberia given the weather. Although they were great to look at and made her long, shapely legs even sexier, high heels were never meant to traverse the snowy, ice slicked sidewalks of Washington, DC in mid-January.
She stopped briefly to gather her breath and steady her tipsy legs by leaning against one of the red brick walls of Club Night Dreams. It had been an almost perfect night. She and her friends from work had met at the club after a week of long nights putting the finishing touches to the DEA proposal that had just barely been submitted by the noon deadline. It had meant putting in almost eighty hours during the final five-day push, but the overtime more than made up for the lost hours of sleep. The only part that was truly frustrating was her sure knowledge that her flair for writing would be completely lost on an agency that always awarded to the lowest bidder.
She still wasn't certain working in the proposal department of the large government contractor was worth all the overtime necessary, but the almost recession-proof job was much safer than her stint as a part-time marketer for a cosmetic firm. It also allowed the use of her almost worthless BA in English since her long-held dreams of being a journalist were as dead as the engine in her last car.
The club, as usual for a Friday night, had been packed with people from all walks of life and almost every one of them beautiful in some way. Everyone from broom pushers to the highest muckety-mucks of government could be seen stomping and swaying to the heavy beat produced by the DJ of the most popular nightclub in DC.
She and her girlfriends had eaten a great meal in the third floor dining room and then had probably a few too many drinks from the bar as they danced the night away with one gorgeous guy after another. She was pretty sure that at least one of her compatriots had slipped away to one of the back rooms in the club to partake of the unique entertainment available to those willing to "donate." She had considered it herself, briefly, before deciding that she wasn't in the mood.
Pushing herself away from her cold perch with a long sigh she continued to carefully make her way to the bottom of the sharply inclined sidewalk. As she reached the corner she heard a brief, soft noise. She was turning her head to investigate when someone literally tripped over her foot. Even in her slightly inebriated state her reflexes were quick enough to throw an arm around the person's waist to keep them from falling to the frozen cement.
"Are you all right?" she asked as the slender woman in her arms got her feet back under her.
"Yes, yes, thank you so much," gasped the slightly taller woman before raising her eyes to look into Alicia's own muddy brown irises.
Alicia was captured by those bright, emerald orbs. She shook her head quickly to throw off the mesmerizing stupor of those deep green eyes only to be caught by the redhead's exotic beauty.
"Y-you're welcome," the brown haired technical writer stammered. "Didn't I see you in the club just a while ago?"
"Oh, yes," the woman replied with an embarrassed grin. "I stepped out of one of the side doors for a breath of fresh air but it closed and locked behind me. I was trying to get back to the entrance before I froze to death," she admitted as she held her bare arms across her buxom chest.
Alicia, herself trying to stay warm in her heavy wool coat, noticed that the woman that had tripped over her was still dressed only in a short gown of a shimmery light-green material with spaghetti straps. She didn't relish the idea of having to make her way up to the club's entrance and then back down again to her car, but her parents had taught her to always lend a helping hand whenever she could. One of the side effects of being raised a good Christian was to always follow the Golden Rule, no matter how inconvenient it might be at the time.
Opening the buttons on her oversized coat she pulled the woman close and wrapped her within the woolen folds. The look of thanks on the redhead's face was enough to bring a smile to her lips.
"Come on. Let's get you someplace warm," she said as a cold wind whipped down the valley created by the buildings on either side of Wisconsin.
"Hmm, this place seems warm enough to me," the beautiful woman purred in Alicia's ear as both arms snaked around her waist underneath the long coat and held her close. A very warm, very soft tongue slid from her ear to her collarbone sending a shiver of desire through the bi-curious Marymount graduate.
She had shared a couple of experimental nights of passion with other girls while attending the private Catholic college, but they had not been much to write home about and she hadn't played around like that since. Still, the scent, or pheromones, or whatever, being given off by the redhead set her thoughts to spinning as those deep green eyes once again seemed to draw her in.
"Y-you're a vampire, right?" Alicia stuttered, unable to look away. "That's why you were in Night Dreams?"
"Yes," the woman purred again, allowing her slightly longer than normal and pointed canines to protrude over her lower lip, "a vampire. But I hadn't been there long enough to hook up with anyone yet."
Night Dreams was a club where the sun and moon met in harmony. Where the regular humans and the preternaturals of the nation's capital got together for fun, frivolity and the occasional pint of blood. It was all completely consensual with the humans being required to sign a waiver before being allowed entry and another before they were allowed to "donate." The vampires, werewolves and other creatures of the night were governed by an extremely strict code of behavior that was more stringent than the laws on the nation's books.
Alicia had heard rumors that violations of that code included severe penalties up to and including death.
But surely that was just a rumor.
Still, the somewhat decadent atmosphere, deep, pounding music, fantastic food and tasty drinks, even if they were a bit light on the alcohol content, had kept Night Dreams a staple of DC nightlife for over forty years. On any night of the week simple secretaries and office workers could rub shoulders with politicians, actors, and famous musicians in addition to the creatures that up until recently were mere fantasies of an author's imagination. More than one marriage between a celebrity, human or otherwise, and a relative nobody had started on the large dance floor of the most infamous nightclub in the entire metro area.
"I really don't have to return to the club right away," the redhead crooned softly. A well-manicured nail trailed lazily from the base of Alicia's spine up to her neck and then back again leaving a tingling sensation that seemed to drive straight to her core. "My townhouse is only two blocks away. Why don't we go there instead," she whispered.
The brown-eyed girl could only nod her acquiescence, unable to take her eyes from the beautiful woman in her arms as her muddled thoughts continued to spin. She tried to think of something, anything, to say.
"Y-your dress, it's beautiful," she commented, just trying to make idle chatter while she tried to focus her thoughts. The two women turned down K Street headed toward Cecil Place, their arms around each other beneath her heavy coat. The redhead's dress was a shimmering green with large darker green spots. "What is it made of?"
"Snakeskin," the woman chuckled, "anaconda I believe."
"It's so beautiful," Alicia breathed.
"It's very soft on the inside as well. Do you want to feel?" the woman asked with a slight smirk. She grabbed Alicia's left hand and slipped it inside the top of the dress and pressed it against her ample, braless bosom. Alicia sucked in a frigid breath as she felt the woman's nipple was already as hard and as large as a marble. "I think it's lined with silk," the sexy woman giggled, pressing Alicia's hand even harder against her breast and forcing her to squeeze it gently.
Alicia's hand continued to knead that magnificent breast even after the woman had released it to encircle her waist once more. Her breathing was coming in heavy pants and she could feel a heat and wetness gathering in her loins as she caught that stupendous nipple between her fingers and rolled it gently.
The redhead gasped in delight to Alicia's albeit rusty but seemingly successful techniques.
Despite the many years since she had lain with another woman, Alicia found herself wanting nothing more than to get that nub between her lips to suck and nibble. Her panties were going to be thoroughly soaked long before they got to the woman's townhouse if things kept going as they were.
"Mmm, then again, I simply can't wait that long," the taller woman said breathily, seeming to read the brunette's mind as she pulled Alicia into the small niche of a doorway and took command of her lips. The redhead's hot tongue slipped easily into Alicia's waiting mouth, searching each and every nook and crevice. Their tongues danced intricately for a moment before the woman began sucking on Alicia's tongue, seeming to want to swallow her whole.
Neither woman's hands were still as they roughly explored each other's body. Alicia felt hot hands grab hold of her rear end as the woman's leg slipped between her own. The redhead's thigh pressed heavily into her core. Alicia found herself grinding against that muscular thigh, her hips moving of their own volition as her own hands found the taller woman's butt and began roughly massaging the cheeks through the shimmery gown.
Their tongues continued to explore the hot recesses of their mouths, gliding across teeth and tangling, each vying for dominance and then accepting a more submissive role. Back and forth they swayed, each pressing into the other, their bodies trying to meld together into a single, glorious whole.
"Ah, god," Alicia moaned into the other woman's mouth as she continued to grind against the redhead's thigh. She removed her right hand from the woman's butt cheek and replaced it on her left breast, kneading that soft yet firm mound and pinching the nipple that was standing up and demanding attention. The sharp intake of breath, followed by a deep moan, only emboldened her to use her left hand to pull up the hem of the redhead's short dress so that she could touch skin rather than scales. To her surprise and delight she found no panties to get in the way of her questing fingers.
The redhead swiftly followed suit, slipping a hand inside Alicia's button down, white silk shirt and quickly pushing her bra up so that she could grab Alicia's breast and tease her own hardened bud. Another loud moan issued from the lips of the brown haired woman as her breast and nipple were tweaked and teased almost beyond endurance.
It had been years since Alicia's body had received this kind of attention, from man or woman, and she reveled in the feeling of passion rippling through her abdomen to her core. She pushed her own leg further between the taller woman's legs, pressing her thigh into the redhead's hot crotch, giving the vampire a ride that would take her to even greater heights.
They continued kissing and ravishing each other's bodies, the redhead moaning in pleasure just as much as Alicia, their lust building to a crescendo until they nearly collapsed, panting as the release they both sought found them at the same time, their twin shrieks of ecstasy echoing off the underside of the Whitehurst Freeway and down K Street. It was a few minutes before either of them could speak.
"Th-that was," Alicia tried to say, her breath steaming in the freezing weather as heat continued to rise in shimmering waves from both their bodies.
"Hmm," the redhead smiled, "you too. I love it just after sex. The excitement gets the heart beating and the blood flowing. And orgasms always release such wonderful tasting hormones," she chuckled just before leaning forward, her long canines finding the rapidly beating pulse point on Alicia's neck. As those sharp teeth pierced her skin, wave after wave of multiple orgasms began washing through the proposal writer. It was unlike anything she'd ever felt before as her legs gave way and only the strong arms of the redhead held her perpendicular to the frozen sidewalk. All thought fled as she screamed her ecstasy into the night.
It was only when her eyesight began to waiver that Alicia realized that something was wrong. She had "donated" blood to vampires within the controlled environment of the club before and it had usually taken less than two or three minutes. It seemed to have gone much longer than that now and the woman was continuing to suckle at her neck. But the continuous waves of pleasure flooding her body were still affecting her thoughts, not allowing her to vocalize her growing concerns until her vision began to darken and her muscles began to go limp.
"Don't worry," the woman said without lifting her sharp fangs from their hold on the shorter woman's neck, "the pleasure has just begun. I always satisfy my partners. It only seems fair to satisfy their needs…"
Alicia's head lolled in a nod as darkness finally claimed the young woman. She seemed to barely hear the next words from her preternatural lover as a whisper on the cold January wind.
"…before they satisfy mine."