.. I’m sure you knew this night was coming, what have you thought about it?”“Ah’s not been scared ... jus’ a mite nervous. Ah’s alsa been ...eal ‘cited, the otha girls say you like to make it good foah the girl too.”Jake kissed behind my ear, “It’s much better that way. Do you rub yourself imagining what it will be like?”“Ah ... Ah can’t help it, Mastah, it feels too good,” my cheeks burned during my confession.“That’s nothing to be ashamed of. In fact I’m glad to hear it. Now, I’m sure you’ve. She cried out to them but the Spirit pointed out that whilst she could see everything that was going on, no one could see, hear or even sense her presence. There was a knock at the door. One of the girls rushed to open it and a gentleman strode in. Mr. Cocksure! One of her favourite clients was there in the flesh! As always used to be the case the girls made a fuss of him and he extracted his wallet, passing over several large notes. The girls quickly led him to the bedroom and the Spirit bade. "I guess if we got something else tasty," he said, smiling, "and fun to eat..."He reached out to stroke Angie's barely-covered bottom. She squirmed away, but by now the others were all gathered around her, towering over her. Other hands touched and stroked, and she could feel the familiar wetness starting between her legs as she realized how vulnerable and helpless she was against the five big men.One of them behind her leaned forward."You never answered the question, Girly," he said, "did you. The scars were still there on his stomach, a painful reminder of the circumstances of his embrace, but other than that he really liked what he saw. Sure, a Kindred was pasty white and unusually thin unless they blushed life, but everything else looked great. And it always would. He no longer aged, and every day he’d revert to the condition he was in upon embrace while he slept. He was god damn immortal.As long as he kept drinking blood, that is. He pat his belly, half expecting it to growl.