CFNM

Boyd zipped up his pants as Charlie put the glass syringe away. 

Andrew grinned at the thin redhead. "Just remember: Do exactly what she tells you to do, and you may even enjoy the night."

Boyd turned to the athletic blond. "But what if I end up in trouble?"

Andrew cocked his head. "That's sort of the point." He walked over to the apartment door. "Oh, and try not to have sex; your virginity is one of our greatest weapons." Boyd glared at him. "So, ready?"

Boyd sighed. "Sure." He joined Andrew at the door and the two left. 

 * * * * *

Music, smoke, and lasers filled the bar. Boyd entered the bar; he felt like an alien here. Andrew looked over the bar, smiling as he found what he was looking for. He pointed out a woman to Boyd. Boyd nervously approached the bar. Charlie nodded his encouragement. Boyd sighed as he sat next to the woman, a pale woman with raven tresses and a lacy dress. He motioned to the bartender as he sat down. 

The woman cocked her head and smiled as she caught Boyd's smell. She moved a little closer to him in order to confirm the smell. She was close enough that he could smell her lilac perfume; he began to feel a little excited as she moved closer. His drink arrived in time, a well-poured beer; he took a sip to steel himself. 

"My, don't you smell sweet." She began to play with the top button of his lumberjack shirt. "I could eat you up." 

Boyd took a full gulp of beer. "I bet you could." Knowing what he knew, such as why he was here, he knew it was even a good possibility. 

She smiled. She moved her hand down his chest. "You need to finish that beer." He picked up the glass. "The sooner you finish it, the sooner we get those clothes off." Boyd gulped. The beer was gone almost instantly. 

Andrew smiled as they left. 

 * * * * *

They got off her motorcycle and removed their helmets. Boyd hesitated but was soon pulled along by the woman. He followed, smiling like an idiot, up to her room on the fourth floor of the posh apartment complex. She put him between her and the door, nuzzling him as she unlocked the door. She pushed him inside and he almost stumbled. He caught himself as she breezed past him. She sat down on a large, plush couch. She picked up a remote and pressed a few buttons. Bright lights and dance music filled the room. 

He began to walk over to her, but she held out a hand, stopping him. She looked him over like a beautiful steak. "You can call me…Jez. For tonight." She smiled. "But tonight is all about you entertaining me." She flipped her hand; his phone appeared. He panicked for just a moment. "Don't worry; I'm not going to harm it. Just letting you know that you're stuck here." She pushed herself towards him. "With me." She pushed herself into the couch. 

She smiled. 

She hit a few buttons on her remote. The lights in the room blinked off. Boyd was surrounded by a cone of lights and the music changed; it was a little slower, more seductive. 

"Now, about those clothes…." Boyd gulped. She smiled encouragingly. Boyd closed his eyes. Charlie better get here fast. He started swaying to the music. He opened his eyes and started bopping to the beat of the music. He began to unbutton his shirt. She smiled. "That's the idea." He unbuttoned the cuffs, then pulled the shirt off, throwing it at Jez. She caught it smiling. 

He returned the smile, even though his was a bit shaky, then started tugging his shirt off. When he finally had it tugged off, he crumpled it and used it to wipe off his torso. He tossed the shirt to her; she grabbed it and sniffed it, almost inhaling it. She smiled at him. 

He quickly chucked his shoes. He had problems removing his socks, but she smiled; she was enjoying his clumsiness. He then unhooked his belt. Looking directly at her, he pulled the belt out like a saber and let it fly. Not hearing it crash into anything and encouraged by her smile, he started playing with the button to his pants. By now he had gone from swaying to actually grinding; his pelvis was tracing a figure eight. He let his head fall and closed his eyes as he unbuttoned his pants and unzipped them. 

He let his pants just fall where they may. 

He stepped out of them, taking a step forward. He pulled at the elastic band of his boxers, threatening to pull them off. He did this for several beats, letting the tension build just a little as he stretched and released, stretched and released the waistband. He then pulled the band out and froze, looking straight at her. Her eyes went open and she smiled. She nodded slowly. 

He smiled, shrugged, and started to pull down his boxers. He looked at her, coyly put his finger to his mouth, and turned around. He pulled at the band and let his boxers fall. He turned around, covering his genitals. He shrugged and slowly moved his hands to his side.  

She jumped up and ran over to him. She hugged him. "Nice performance." She took a step backward and looked him up and down. "This deserves a special kiss." As she moved in, his eyes went big; he had almost forgotten why he was here, why had been injected with an ancient concoction earlier that evening. 

Andrew and he had been investigating a rash of deaths in the area. The corpses had been found exsanguinated, with no trace of blood in them. The only wound common to them had been a pair of small pricks, but no two victims had been bitten in the same area. They had finally been able to track the vampire down by looking at which club they had all visited. It was then a simple matter to figure out who they had left with. They had then taken advantage of his Type 1 diabetes to attract her; for some reason, vampires found diabetics to have sweeter blood and some searched them out. He had then just allowed her to take him home.

He was now in her lair, naked, and her fangs were out. He felt her fangs trace a path down his body, from his neck, down his torso, to his legs. He let his body react naturally; he enjoyed the sensation of her ivory on his smooth skin, followed by smooth hands following just a little behind. He closed his eyes to fully enjoy what could be the last sensation of his life. 

He felt the pin prick. She had chosen to bite into his femoral artery, a natural choice. He felt his life draining as his blood entered her canines. He soon collapsed, unable to stand due to lack of blood. As the darkness enveloped him, the last thing he heard was a woman's scream.

 * * * * *

He managed to return to consciousness, albeit groggily. He saw Andrew over him, administering transfusions, looking all sorts of worried. He saw Boyd's eyes open; his smile lit the room. 

"Good to see that concoction worked."

Boyd tried to sit up but was unable to even lift his head. "I think I'm good just laying here."

Andrew threw a pair of boxers at his face. "Wish you could, but you need to get dressed." Andrew started putting the equipment away. "Sorry, but the cops should be here in about five minutes." 

Boyd rolled his eyes. "No rest for the wicked." He struggled to put on his boxers, but the movement helped return some of his energy. In just under three minutes he was dressed.  

Andrew had just finished putting his equipment away and looking at the apartment. "Nice place, but your prints won't be found here." He helped Boyd to his feet. 

Boyd saw the ash where Jez had been. A chill went down his spine as he remembered how close it had come. He sighed. He smiled a little. "So, how many of these missions before I can go all the way?"

Andrew spared a moment to glare at him. 

Boyd sighed. "I hate being one of the most successful vampire hunters." 

The two boys left the room just ahead of the sirens.