Vampire Stag Weekend

Lonela led us out of the bar into the cold night air. She seemed to simply raise her hand on the side-walk and a long black limo pulled up almost instantly. A quick exchange with the driver made me think that it was in fact probably her own one. The three of us got into the back and sat facing each other in a circle on big comfy black leather seats. I pulled out Piotre's scribbled beer mat and proffered it to her as a suggested address as she chatted to the driver. She smiled back at me, the hardness having now gone again from her voice and returned the mat, telling me that she knew a place that we would like much better. "In fact it is my place."

A chill passed over as Mark and I looked at each other, the creeping realisation that we had just jumped in a car we didn't know with a woman who had just picked us up. "Your place? I thought we were going to a club?" I asked.

"Oh we are, I run a dance club down town, you are really going to like it. We will find a perfect girl for Mark's last night," she responded, smiling at me and locking me again in her beautiful green eyes.

It was the first time she had really smiled properly and there was something about her glimmering white teeth punctuating her red-black lips that caught me, a little bit like a startled prey animal. Maybe it was a trick of the flickering light in the back of the car but her teeth looked suddenly looked quite sharp and angular, maybe slightly serrated. I looked away quickly so as not to stare too long at our gracious hostess, assuming that probably the truth was somewhere between an optical illusion and the result of wayward Bulgarian dentistry. The limo ride was great, we both sat back, watching the city lights whizz past us, wondering how we had stumbled upon such immense good luck.

The car slowed and pulled to the curve in what looked like a pretty quiet black, old cobbled street. There were no bars in this district and only closed-up shop fronts. No people on the side-walks and no other traffic. The only thing that was clearly going on was a big dark, old rounded oak door with two burning tar torches mounted on either side of it. Lonela stepped in between Mark and I, hooking her arms inside ours and strode us up to the door. A little slat in an upper panel of the door slid back, spilling light out on to the street as an eye peered our at us. The slat snapped shut and the door opened. The three of us stepped through it and on to the top of a little triple-stepped marble entrance platform.

Lonela whispered that she hoped we would enjoy it, this was her place. The sight that greeted us reminded me more of a high class cocktail bar than a strip club. From the stairway upon which we stood, we looked out over a low-lit room, padded with velvet and leather sofas and chairs dotted around small tables. There was a bar in the corner, only really up-lit by light passing through the giant number of exotic garish coloured bottles behind it. There was a little raised dance stage in the middle of the room with a pole in the centre which was the only give away that this was anything but a normal bar. There were a few other customers but not many, I guessed it was getting late. A few groups of very smart looking business men in suits were sitting around tables with some absolutely gorgeous girls. One or two apparently engaging in some lively debate, others talking in more hushed tones. There were a few waitresses walking around with trays of drinks or standing open for orders and there were even a few women sitting just apparently enjoying long drinks.

Lonela led us over to the bar, finding ample space along it. "Let me offer you both a drink," she sat down and gestured to the bar man who brought over three glasses of red wine. We clinked glasses and again toasted Mark's wedding. The wine was good, a long warming sip. "Now, let me find you some entertainment Mr Groom," she smiled over at Mark. As she did so, she looked over at a young blonde girl who had been standing with a tray in the corner. The blonde put down her tray, a smile breaking out across her think pink lips in her porcelain white face as she strode over.

"This is Marija," she introduced, taking the girl by the hand who laughed and did a little pirouette as she came in. Mark took her hand, proffering a hello. Marija clearly didn't really speak any English but waved a hello and extended her smile nonetheless. Mark was clearly impressed as Marija sidled into him. Her low-cut black tight black cocktail dress almost spilled out her ample creamy boobs, the edge of a nipple just poking above the v-line as she wrapped Mark's hand around her waist. She pulled the flat of Mark's hand down below the line of her skirt on to her beautifully rounded behind. As she pulled it back up, it lifted her skirt to flash a wonderfully black thonged bum and I looked away, making the girls laugh.

Another girl appeared, a much taller tattooed dark haired, very white skinned lady with very high angular face. She linked arms with Marija while staring at Mark. "This is Daniela," introduced Lonela, while looping her own arm around my waist. I have to admit that Daniela scared me a little. She leant in and grasped Marija's face and forced a deep kiss on the shorter girl. Mark who was slightly caught between the two gasped and then laughed at himself. "Now the entertainment," Lonela announced and the two girls dragged Mark across the dance floor to some private area. Mark grinned, winked and gave me the thumbs up as he went.

Lonela and I left at the bar turned back to our wine glasses. "Lonela, how much does this cost?" I started, happy that Mark was clearly about to have a great time but becoming a little concerned that we had not really agreed business terms.

"Oh do not worry, I am not here to take your money," she responded picking up her glass and clinking it against mine. "This is a place of pleasure only." She finished her wine in a single gulp and then turned back to face me, "come now it is time for some entertainment for you."

She led me across the bar area and out into a passage, off which branched a few rooms. As we passed a door she stopped to face me, motioning silence by touching her finger to her lips. She drew back a small picture covering a hole in the wall and motioned for me to look through into the room. I gasped as I saw Mark lying naked, out flat on what looked like a long leather bench. The shorter, blonde girl was straddling his head, facing down on him and rubbing her pussy in circles over his face. The tall, tattooed girl was just behind her and I saw her hitch up her dress, straddle the occupied Mark and ease herself down on to him. I saw him buck up a little as she did it, only to get a further face full of pussy.

I turned with a grin to Lonela who kissed me quickly and replaced the picture. "Did he look happy?" she whispered rhetorically as she turned to continue down the corridor. He certainly did I thought to myself.

As we continued down the passage, the lights dimmed and the mild hubbub of the bar softened away. As I walked behind her, I couldn't help but let my eyes drift down her body. Her deep red velvet dress was largely backless showing off a long tanned back that disappeared into fabric folds just above the jut of her beautifully rounded swaying bum. She glanced back and caught me looking, letting her tinkling glass-like laugh escape as she pulled me through a doorway and into a room. She danced, spinning around behind me locking what looked like a big steel vaulted door.

"Now we are in private. There are no cameras and the door is locked from the inside, Bulgarian ways are different from your English ways." She span around me again, holding my eye contact, her head immobile with the turn like a ballet dancer. She pulled me deeper into the dark room which seemed to be thickly decorated with ornate hanging silks, so dense that they effectively curtained off any area more than a few feet in front of my face. I followed by the pull of her hand, but the leading girl now obscured from sight by the soft drapes.

Presently we found ourselves in something like an inner chamber. Lonela pushed me gently back down on what seemed to be a low futon or giant seat shaped cushion. I sank backwards and stared up at her standing in the soft glow of some veiled bulb behind me. She was a vision to behold, running up from her patent high heeled shoes her long shapely brown legs disappearing into the split of her skirt. She bent down and smoothed my cheek before spinning through a cloud of drapes out of sight.

A soft, low jazz number with a deep base started up in the background, perfectly matched to the decadent Arabian tent-like atmosphere of the room. I fancied that there was some sort of scented smoke starting to be pumped in. What little clarity of vision become enveloped in it and some heady sweet wooded scent filled my nostrils. I don't know if it was the drink, the hour or the atmosphere but I suddenly felt rather dizzy. I was happy to be leaning back in the warm surrounding seat.

Unexpectedly, Lonela drifted silently out from one of the silks hanging behind me, grazing her hand across my shoulder and up, across my face as she passed. She had changed from her dress into what looked like a very long red silk kimono and a floating silk cape that followed her. She span in front of me, silk skirts spiralling out as she did. As she span she writhed and twisted her body, mostly draped in silk but stopping with pauses through which she revealed her face or a bent over view down to her chest. Girl and silk at times span and cartwheeled so quickly that it was hard to know which way up she was. I laid back and enjoyed the show as she crept closer to me.

Lonela straddled my stretched out ankles, facing away from me and sat down on my thighs. I felt the full weight of her body lean and twist, leaning back into me, the smooth of her lips as they brushed my neck, arching herself over backwards. Then she leant forwards and quickly, undid and pulled me out of my shoes, socks and trousers. I started to protest but she span round to face me, a whirl of dark lipstick and silk and put her finger to my lips.

"Bulgarian ways are not English ways," again she purred as she unbuttoned and removed my shirt. The room was warm and inviting, it was comfortable sitting there in nothing but boxer shorts. The adrenaline pumped through my veins as this was not really something I had planned on. Back home lap dancing clubs at most mean that you sit awkwardly in your jeans while a naked dancer gyrates on you. You are not supposed to touch, let alone end up half naked yourself.

Lonela resumed her dance. Dark silks span out from her at all angles, little flashes of tanned flesh here and there but only for a moment. One moment she was a few feet away, the next she would be standing over me. Every now and then she would stop dead, ever so close to my face but entirely cloaked in silk. Facing away she bent over all the way to the floor allowing me to admire the full contour of her rounded bum in my face, the outline of her full pussy clinging to the slightly diaphanous silk chif. Slowly she progressed to touching me, little runs of her hands, boobs, soft cheeks up my legs, across my chest and my face. Always the silks obscuring quite what was going on. I could feel the adrenaline rising and the blood pumping around me with electric life. The desire for her to touch me more and more becoming almost unbearable.

I became rock hard and my cock strained to escape the confines of my boxers. At some point she passed over my body and I felt her warm tongue lick its way up my thigh and over my boxer fabric covered member. The pleasure and the desire immense, I could not see her do it but I fancied that I heard her sharp front teeth chop together as she nipped off the constraining button, her tongue gently lapping as my dick sprang forth through the fly and sending an electric shock through me. She let out a little giggle.

More the silks span, more her body was a whirling blur. I could not see whether she was standing on hands or feet, it was often all fours. More the hands gently caressed my body and more she lapped gently as she would pass my cock. Every now and then a pause and a hard pointed brown nipple would appear out of a fold of silk for the attention of my lips, only to be drawn over my face and disappear back into the robes. At some point in the half light, I saw just her deep red-black ruby lips appear out of a chink of silk and she stopped to kiss me full on the lips before licking deeply across my cheek. I don't know if she meant it but as she did, I saw again the full extent of how sharp her front few teeth were. The excitement and adrenaline a heady mix as she dipped down behind my ear and ran her tongue down my neck. I'm not sure if I imagined it but I thought I could hear her licking and churning her tongue against her teeth, purring slightly, like and animal about to feed.

Again a blur of silk covered limbs and then I guess what was a handstand that ended in her legs wrapping around my neck, the silk disappearing back just enough for me to see her beautifully bald soft brown pussy, just parting in a line of moisture for me. I instinctively ran my tongue up its length, tasting and breathing in her deep musky aromas.

As soon as I had finished my taste, she was off and whirling again. Again she came back and the legs and soft brown lower lips came towards me once more out of a silk parting. I went to lick but they were not quite close enough so I brought a hand to run a finger down her. As I did so, I felt another warm wet set of lips and maybe a tongue just twist around the head of my cock. In ecstasy I peeled back a perfect lip with a finger while simultaneously enjoying the moist gyrations over my dick, just waiting to be sucked in. My finger as it peeled back a lip found a hard pointed row of teeth, just opening to let me in. An immediate bolt of adrenaline in confusion as the guess that she was the other way up to that which I had expected hit me. The teeth in front of me gently opened and closed in front of me, lightly trapping and then releasing my finger between their sharp points. Before I reacted, again she span off me in a whirl of silks leaving me confused but hard and desperate for her next contact.

It seemed crazy at the time but I couldn't put the barman's warning about getting your dick bitten off out of my head. At the same time, every sinew of my being wanted to taste her and to be inside her. As if reading my mind, she whirled in front of me one final time and dropped her veils. She stood resplendent, straddling over me in nothing but heels. Then she sat down quickly on my lap, taking my full length into her hot wet pussy in one go. The sensation was exquisite, my cock was alive inside as her lava-hot inner walls gripped tightly round me and slipped freely down. Her beautiful big, brown, hard nipples poked deftly into my chest.

She giggled and in a breathy murmur asked, "Do you remember your warning? Well now I am hungry for you."

She leant back and ground herself down against me in what was evidently hormonal ecstasy, tilting her head back and letting out an what was somewhere between a shout and a growl. As she did, the half light caught her open mouth, seemingly now filled with deadly serrated teeth. An otherworldly moan continued to escape from between her beautiful lips but all the while my member finding ecstasy in her hot, tight pussy.

Something in me flipped and in a moment of self preservation, I threw her off, grabbed my trousers and ran for the door. I heard her yelp, "Hey," behind me as I disappeared through the hanging veils.

Thankfully the heavy door unlatched and opened easily. I sprinted through to the club bar area. Mark was back by the bar, still accompanied by the two girls he had been gifted earlier. He looked relaxed and a giant grin spread across his face as he saw his now half-naked shoeless best man running towards him. "Mark come on, lets go," I shouted. The rest of the clientèle watching bemused, not reacting. Mark sensed the urgency, dropped his drink on the bar and followed me out into the cold night air as we skipped up the stairs.

"Fuck man, what's up?" he panted as we finally stopped our jog arriving at the corner at the end of the street. "I guess we are not paying then right?" he continued. "Game on".

I laughed back, the idiocy of having just dropped the most beautiful girl I'd ever met mid-fuck because of having thought her one of the un-dead washing over me immediately. Skipping on the cheque was clearly a much better excuse.

"Yep, that's it man, they were going to rip us off," I gave back.

We jogged a few streets over and then managed to hail a cab to get ourselves back to the hotel. As we got there, I realised that I'd dropped my wallet in my panicked exit from the club so Mark had to pay. I put it out of my mind, I was just happy to be back to the relative safety of the known hostel and had full intention of just sleeping off everything that had gone on.

The two of us bundled through the hotel doorway and made our way down the wooden hall. As we rounded the bottom of the stairs, we heard British voices from the bar. Mark overtook me to slap two crisp shirted Londoners on the back.

He turned to me and introduced them as the last two in the party who had just come in on the London flight. I don't remember much of the conversation. They had been delayed, and seemed determined to describe everything from the taxi ride, to the hotel to the dinner that they had just finished as 'ghastly'. It sounded as through they had tried to rouse the others who had clearly remained as out of it as when we had left them. They pointed out that I looked a mess, which was true as I stood there in bare feet and only Mark's jacket around my shoulders. I remember getting jeered as a 'lightweight Northern monkey' as I made my excuses and left the three of them sitting there, Mark in full flow over the story of his interlude with the two girls.

2

My head felt like there was a building site in it when I woke up the next morning. Sun was streaming through the one little window and assaulting my senses. Dom had been sick on the floor between our beds but seemed to still be happily sleeping on.

I showered and stumbled out across what had become a fresh lively cobbled street in the clear, crisp morning air. There was no sight of any of the rest of the gang so I sat and got a coffee in a pavement café across from our hotel. I had managed to steal just enough change from Dom's pukey nightstand to cover it.

Recollections from the night before washed over me and I tried to shut them out. I had never felt like such an idiot, having run away from the most beautiful girl I had ever met while in mid session and having left my wallet and clothes behind on top of it. I started to call the card companies to cancel them all.

The coffee was strong and black and restored me to my usual self. With all the jollity of the penniless hobo that I had become, I staggered back in to the hotel to wake up the rest of the gang. As I passed the desk, the cheerful owner shouted to ask me if I was indeed Mr Tinmar (I am). I went back to him and he passed me a note, which I summarily returned to him and asked him to translate to English.

"We have taken a phone message which say that someone have found your wallet and you may come to collect." He showed me an address that was scribbled down. With a little bit of hand waving and a few more scribbled directions, I learnt that it was certainly not the address of the club we had been on last night and in fact it was somewhere out in the country. The hotelier stuck the address into a map on the reception computer and declared that I was to get to it by getting a bus to an out of town Tescos of all things.