“Mm, a handsome name for a handsome man,” I mocked. His hands gripped my butt tighter. I was getting tired of the superficial teasing and talking, and decided to change things up a bit. I settled one side slightly against his chest and reached behind me to his wine glass. “May I?”

“You might not like the taste,” Viktor pointed out.

“No harm in trying,” I replied, and brought the glass to my lips. The scent of fermentation and blood filled my lungs, and I took a tentative sip. The wine was very dry, and coupled with faint undertones of blood, it wasn’t the best drink in the world. I suppressed a grimace. My stomach sent the signal of ‘you definitely do not want to swallow this’ and I changed my course of action.

I turned my head and pressed my lips to Viktor’s. He stiffened against me, betraying his surprise, but then he accepted my advance by kissing me back. As soon as his head was tilted, I slipped my tongue past his lips, and he opened for me. I had yet to perfect this trick, but I think I did well enough as I transferred the sip of wine into his mouth. Viktor’s hands tightened even more around my hips, pinning me to him, and he licked up into my mouth before swallowing the offering.

“Mm,” he groaned, and the sound sent a spike of pleasure through my groin. Deep and growling, wanting. What a lovely sex-voice he had… I wanted to hear more of it. I let him lick his fill of my lips and tongue, while I palmed the growing mound in his pants. He used his grip on my hips to grind me down on him, and I rolled my waist to entice him more.

“Tell me what you want from me,” I murmured against his mouth as he continued to kiss me.

“I want you to get high on arousal,” he answered, “and then I want to drink your hormone-heavy blood.”

I shivered. “As you wish, sir.”

I tilted my head and kissed his exposed sternum. Slowly, I slid off his lap, crouching down onto the floor. Viktor uncrossed his legs, spreading them to make room for me. I caressed his clothed thighs, framing his bits with my hands and pressing my thumbs against his balls. He exhaled soundly and shifted in his seat. I moved in and gently bit the mound of his pants; the lack of give revealed just how hard he’d become already.

I unbuckled his belt, undid the button of his pants, and used my teeth to pull the zipper down. The grip my bite had on the small piece of metal was precarious, so the descent of the zipper was slow and torturous. Viktor gave a breathy groan.

Once the zipper was down, I merely had to push aside the flaps of his pants and tug his dick out from the gap in his underwear. I gave it a few long strokes from base to tip, and blew warm breath across his skin.

After a month of working here, blowjobs had become easy. He sported a decent length and girth, and I had learned the best way to take these down was to do so one inch at a time. So that’s what I did. And if his sporadic breaths and gravelly moans were anything to go by, Viktor enjoyed the gradual envelopment into my mouth, and eventually, my throat.

He didn’t taste half bad, either. I applied every bit of texture and pressure I knew, searching for what got him going, and I discovered that he preferred tongue over teeth, and intense sucking over full swallowing. I made him melt over the course of ten minutes, the sound of his moans spurring me on until my own erection strained against my panties. Viktor’s hips had begun pushing forward the slightest amount, indicating how close he was getting. I blindly tilted my hips and tucked a leg over his own, and began to grind against his calf.

His heady scent filled the space around me. His abdomen tensed, and his grip on my hair tightened. A moment later, his cum coated my tongue, and I swallowed it. I teased him a little, keeping his tip in my mouth and passing my tongue over it again and again. He groaned and twitched, tugging at my hair, and I heeded his wordless request and released him.

“Such a talented mouth,” he noted, warm and satisfied. “Come up off the floor and give me another show.”

I rose, straddling his lap again. But this time, I leaned back against the table and took my dick out from my panties. It was already leaking precum, and I exaggerated a moan as I stroked myself. As he requested, I put on a show. I arched my back, rolled my hips, took my sweet time jacking myself so he could get the eyeful he wanted. When my orgasm rose to its climax, I titled my head back and moaned loudly, cumming over my bare stomach. Someone nearby whistled loudly in appreciation; clearly Viktor hadn’t been the only one watching. I didn’t mind; voyeurism was common here, and I was far from shy.

I panted and settled down on Viktor’s lap, tucking myself back into my panties, and doing the same with him. I zipped him back up and re-buckled his belt. “How was that?” I asked as I reached behind me for the small stack of napkins on the table.

“Delectable,” Viktor replied, caressing my thighs as I wiped the cum off my stomach. I crumpled up the napkin and set it aside to toss later. Viktor snaked a hand behind my neck and pulled me closer. “How warm you are…” he mused, his voice a purr in my ear. He gently bit the lobe again, and moved lower.

“It will only hurt for a moment,” he warned. I tensed slightly. Viktor wound one of his arms around my waist to keep me close, and his other hand stayed embedded in my hair. I swallowed and tilted my head to the side, even as the nervousness in my gut returned.

“Promise?” I checked. His lips pressed a lingering kiss to my neck.

“Promise,” he echoed, and found the soft fleshy part of my shoulder. He didn’t bite down right away, instead he spent a good few minutes suckling there, his fangs barely scraping the skin, his tongue wet and focused. I knew he would surely leave a hickey at this rate.

When the blood had rushed to the surface and the muscle was malleable, Viktor paused, fangs hovering, and then they pierced. I gasped, gripping his shirt tightly as sharp pain erupted in my shoulder. I gritted my teeth and groaned through it, telling myself it wasn’t that bad, it wouldn’t last forever, I could endure it. But then, the throbbing pain slowly ebbed, and something numbing took its place. I let out a shaky, relieved breath. Viktor’s hand shifted in my hair, comforting.

The vampire drank down mouthfuls of my blood. At first I didn’t notice a change, besides the numbed pain, but then the world began to tilt and sway, lights and bodies blurring together. I made a soft, worried sound. Viktor took the cue, and with a wet sound, he pulled his fangs free. Two thick rivulets of blood dripped down my chest, but Viktor was quick to lick them up, and lick over the puncture wounds. He lapped at them for a minute, swiping away every fresh buildup of blood, as the flesh gradually healed.

I didn’t realize how heavily I’d begun to lean on him until he turned his attention to my face; I was practically using his shoulder as a pillow. He brushed some of my hair away from my forehead.

“Delicious…” he crooned in that delightfully deep sex-voice.

“Mm… ‘M I supposed to feel… dizzy?” I questioned.

“My apologies, I didn’t intend to take so much. But your blood is exquisite, aroused and sweet. I couldn’t help myself,” Viktor replied. He lifted a hand to signal one of the wait staff. I closed my eyes and breathed his scent as he ordered something. His hand continued to brush through my hair, and I welcomed the tenderness. His other hand massaged my shoulder, working out the tension that had arrived from the bite. A few minutes later, a small plate of chicken wings and a large glass of water arrived at the table.

“Eat up, it will help the dizziness,” Viktor said. I struggled to sit up, propped heavily against the vampire. Viktor could see this, of course, and he picked up a wing and held it to my lips. “They’re boneless,” he said.

I ate the chicken wing from his fingers, and even went as far as to lick the sauce from them. He held up another, and the rest of our night was spent like this, Viktor feeding me and letting me rest on him. When the chicken wings were gone, and the glass of water was emptied, he murmured in my ear. “I would love to see you again.”

I smiled. “Likewise,” I replied, already feeling much better now that I had food in my system. “You really don’t have a problem with a lone werewolf in your territory?”

“No,” he affirmed, toying with the waistband of my panties again. “As I said, you are a rare find, and I’ve enjoyed everything you’ve offered me so far. Stay.”

There was something in that word, “stay,” that sounded less like a suggestion and more like a silent demand. I wasn’t sure if he had put some amount of his vampire authority in it, or if it was just because this was his territory and I was the trespasser. Either way, I liked it here. I liked my line of work, I liked the pay, and I had grown to like Viktor, in the short time I’d known him.

“I’m grateful for your permission,” I said truthfully.

Viktor traced a finger over my bottom lip, his gaze heavy. “I’m afraid I must go soon,” he said, given that the club was growing close to closing. Large friend groups were already corralling themselves out the doors, and the dance stages were vacant of performers, either busy with client’s in their rooms or subtly nudging patrons towards the exits.

“Will you be back tomorrow?” I asked.

“Certainly,” he answered.

We took advantage of the last half hour we had, lazily kissing and palming each other, until the call for closing came from the manager. I bid Viktor farewell, walked him to the door, and waved as he left.

Later, after helping the staff clean and reset the lobby, I closed myself in my private room. I slid off the lace cuffs, placing them in a pile with many others. I unstrapped the chest harness and exhaled soundly at the relief its absence gave. I took out the wad of cash that had maintained its spot in the waistband of my panties and counted my earnings. Ones, fives, a few tens, a few twenties. My hands halted as I laid eyes on two hundred dollar bills folded together. Someone had written in pen on the bottom edge of one, “For my sweet treat.”

“Damn,” I said aloud. He’s handsome, polite, gave me aftercare, and he’s a big tipper?

Why not. I’ll stay.