"Feed the Night A"( FF vamp )[1/3]

Jezebel watched intently as the young girls on the stage swung 
themselves about brass poles.  Their bodies undulated to the rhythm of 
the music beneath the bluish-purple wash of the lights.  It was a 
Wednesday night and there were relatively few patrons in the club.  

"Hey, Jezzie!"  Eddie yelled from behind the bar.  His voice could 
barely be heard over the pounding of techno bass-riffs.  "Hey, Jezzie! 
 You want another Noose?"

"No, thanks," she yelled back.  She hadn't quite finished the one she 
had and didn't think she would be around long enough to drink another.

Besides, her attention was elsewhere.  The young bodies on the stage.  
Three of them and all as beautiful as the other.  They looked eighteen 
or nineteen, with the exception of the taller brunette in the center.  
She looked as young as the other's, but something in her eyes set her 
apart.  Her soul was an ancient one, but she had a young heart.  
Jezebel thought she looked like she had spent her life searching for 
something.  She didn't know what.  Neither did the young girl, she 
would bet.

As the brunette wrapped her long legs around the pole, Jezebel got up 
from her stool and walked across the floor.  There were two tables 
directly in front of the stage.  She sat in the one nearer the object 
of her interest.  

The girl wore a leather g-string with a matching top.  Her hands slid 
down her own body, caressing her hips and thighs.  She pressed her 
hand against her crotch and spiraled to the ground around the pole.  
She wound up nearly flat on her back with one hand grasping the pole 
as her hips rose and her hands grasped her crotch repeatedly.  She 
flung her head back imitating an orgasm.

Jezebel caught the girl's eye and gave her a wink.  As the girl's 
white-gloved hand slid beneath her g-string, she kept her eyes fixed 
on her captivating admirer.  Jezebel plucked the cherry from her drink 
and sensually drew it into her mouth.  The girl on stage was watching 
intently and pulled her glove off with her teeth.  She returned her 
hand to her crotch.  When she brought it back to her face, the blue 
and purple lights reflected off her wet finger.  She slid it into her 
mouth and issued a pleased smile.  She danced back to her feet and 
swiveled her hips as she spun around the pole again.  She rubbed 
herself against the pole as if it were going to come alive.

Jezebel felt herself getting wet beneath the black mini-skirt that she 
wore.  She waited until she was sure that the young woman was watching 
again and slid her left hand discreetly between her black-nylon clad 
thighs.  She pushed her panties to the side and entered herself.  It 
felt nice but did nothing to relieve herself of the desire this night 
was bringing.  

Jezebel removed her hand and put her legs together.  Her hand slid 
into her mouth and came out clean.  The brunette nearly fell off the 
stage.  The wheels set in motion, Jezebel stood up and walked away, 
making a point not to look back.

"Eddie!" she yelled, returning to the bar.

"Yeah, Jezzie?"

"That new girl -- What is her name?"

"Jesus Christ, Jezzie!  Again?  Why can't you leave my gal's alone, 
huh?  You always fall for them and they never dance here again!"

"Just tell me her name, stud," she said sarcastically.

"Andi.  Her name's Andi.  Listen, why can't you just go after guys?  
You're a great lookin' dame.  Hell, go after women for all I care!  
Just go after women who _don't_ dance for _me_!"

"Eddie?"  She cooed.  He stopped wiping the counter and looked up at 
her.

"Yeah?"  He said.  He was a little pissed off, but he knew what to 
expect of her.  Just venting his anger wouldn't kill her.

Jezebel gave him a warm kiss.  It was friendlier than most, but it 
wasn't a kiss she would give to a lover.  "You know you love me," she 
snickered, "so why can't you just let me have a little fun 
occasionally with your girls?"

She was right.  The truth was, he did love her.  At least, as much as 
he could love any woman since Sylvia left him -- the bitch.  If 
nothing else, he certainly wouldn't deny a nice fuck if she asked him 
for it.  Unfortunately, she never had.  And she probably never would.  
She only went after the most attractive women and never gave a guy so 
much as the time of day unless he was a Greek God.  "Yeah, ok.  I'll 
hook you up.  I'll hook you up.  Although it looks like you've already 
done everything except give her your phone number.  Jesus H. Christ 
woman."

"Just tell her that I want to talk to her.  I'll be in the booth in 
the back."  She didn't need to tell him which one.  She routinely sat 
in the back corner of the club, drinking Noose's, watching the crowd, 
watching the dancers and touching herself.  




Andi had just finished taking a shower when Eddie had walked in on 
her.  The pig didn't even have the decency to knock first.  She 
forgave him however, when he told her that the woman she had been 
flirting with wanted to see her.

She had only been intimate with a woman once in her life and that was 
with a fellow dancer at the Gold Finger.  She occasionally thought 
about other women, though.  If only she knew how to be bold enough 
with the same sex.  She could never ask a woman out.  She couldn't 
even flirt without becoming self-conscious.  But that woman out there 
tonight.  She had opened the gates first.  She had made the first move 
and that made everything seem so much easier.  And now she might have 
an opportunity that couldn't be passed up.

After she gathered her things and found a sexy knee length skirt and a 
frilly blouse to wear, she went to the back of the bar and introduced 
herself to her admirer.  The woman was gorgeous.  Even more so than 
she had appeared from the stage.  Her short black hair and red 
fingernails and lipstick looked so elegant against her pale white 
skin.  Her lips shined as she licked them and her breasts fought to 
free themselves from the confines of her turtleneck.  

Andi sat across from the woman and felt the piercing gaze of her blue 
eyes.

"Andi," she said.  Her voice fueled Andi's fire.  It was low and 
sensuous with a crystalline quality.  "My name's Jezebel.  You put on 
quite a show up there.  You're good.  Very good."

"Thanks," Andi smiled nervously, "it's easy when you have a lot of 
inspiration from the audience.  You put on quite a show yourself.  I 
envied that cherry."

"I envied that hand."  Jezebel took another drink.

Andi found herself at a loss for words.  She wanted to reply.  She 
knew what she wanted to say, but she couldn't bring herself to utter 
more than nonsense.  Great first impression, she thought, trip over 
your own tongue. 

"Why don't you sit next to me?"  Jezebel said.  She motioned for Andi 
to move.

Andi immediately felt a warm glow wash over her body as the excitement 
of being so close to something so beautiful enveloped her.  But she 
wasn't warm.  As a matter of fact, she felt her skin grow noticeably 
cold the instant she brushed her thigh against the woman.  It was odd, 
but not so much so that she couldn't gain the sense to take advantage 
of her circumstances. 

Andi put her hand on the woman's knee.  Her skin there was cold as 
well.  Not freezing, but certainly below normal.  Something about it 
gave her goose bumps and made her thighs wet.  The woman had soft 
skin.  The woman watched Andi's hand closely as it made its way 
between her legs.  She sat very still and finally closed her eyes.  
Jezebel bit her lip as Andi's fingers bumped lightly against the mound 
beneath her panties.

Suddenly, the woman came alive.  She put her hand behind Andi's neck 
and kissed her lips.  It was a light kiss at first but became hard and 
forceful, reminding her of one of the boyfriends she once dated.  But 
as the woman's tongue entered her mouth, the feminine qualities made 
themselves evident.  She caressed places inside her mouth that made 
her heart skip multiple beats.  Andi had slid her fingers beneath the 
panties and pressed her middle finger against Jezebel's warm lips.  
They parted slowly and beckoned for her finger to enter.  It did and 
it sent a wave of human electricity to her spine.

She grabbed Andi's hand by the wrist and stopped her.  "Let's go 
somewhere private."

"Ok," Andi breathed.  She really didn't care about privacy right now.  
She would have been content to strip and lay her body on the table for 
this woman.

"My place," Jezebel said, taking her new friend by the hand and 
leading her to the car.




Jezebel punched a code into the electronic lock on her apartment door. 
 It beeped and she escorted Andi inside.  She watched Andi's eyes 
light up in awe.  The apartment was dark with a lot of shades of black 
and deep reds, but it was the most comfortable looking place on earth. 
 The sofa was oversized.  Several beanbags lay in a pile on the floor. 
 And she could peer into the bedroom from here to see an extremely 
large bed with huge pillows and a beautiful down comforter.  The 
carpet was plush and felt good after they took their shoes off.  It 
ran through her toes like warm grass.

"It's beautiful," she said.

"Thank you," said Jezebel, "Would you like something to drink?"

"Yes, please," Andi glanced nervously at Jezebel and then at the 
floor.  She was a little anxious about the situation.  She was 
attracted to this strange woman.  She would happily lie down for this 
girl in the middle of the floor right now, but she was too nervous to 
initiate anything herself.  Perhaps if she was older, but this woman 
was probably a decade older than she was.  Maybe thirty-two, although 
by looks alone one would think she was in her early twenties.

Jezebel went into the kitchen and opened a bottle of red wine.  Andi 
watched as the impossibly beautiful brunette stood beneath the track 
lighting, pouring two long-stem glasses.  Her hair was thick and the 
darkest black you could imagine.  The gentle light above her covered 
her with a fuzzy halo.  Somehow this woman seemed out of place beneath 
such a symbol.  She gave the appearance of a rebel.  A woman, who 
didn't accept the rules of society, but didn't overtly challenge them. 
 A woman, who did what she wanted, but did it discreetly.

Andi sat on the sofa, curling one foot beneath her.  Jezebel came up 
behind her and stroked her hair lightly before handing over one of the 
glasses of wine.  Jezebel sat next to her and sipped from the glass.  
Andi's hand was shaking and she spilled several drops of wine onto her 
blouse.

"Oh, God, I'm so clumsy!"  She said, putting the drink down and 
swiping at her blouse with a tissue.  "I guess I'm a little nervous."

"You don't need to be," Jezebel comforted her, "Here, why don't you 
let me help you with that?"

She scooted closer and unclasped the top button of her blouse.  The 
second and third soon followed as their eyes met.  Andi put her hands 
on Jezebel's wrists.  Such smooth skin.  It made her shake even more.  
She felt like an insecure fifteen-year-old again.  

"Yes, help me," Andi said, kissing her soft lips.

Jezebel paused for a moment.  She felt like she was on fire.  She was 
always so cold.  She always hungered for someone to keep her warm, but 
it was never more than a selfish need.  Something about this young 
girl excited her.  It wasn't just the heat of her luscious body, but 
the spark in her eye.  She was captured electricity waiting for 
someone to ground herself to.  For the first time in ages, she felt 
the urge to shred this sweet girls clothing off of her and give 
herself completely to her.  She had rarely been unable to keep 
absolute control.  She was always the one to manipulate the situation 
and remain calm as she worked her lover into frenzy.  That frenzy 
would feed her for hours or even days.  But she felt herself losing 
control in that one moment of hesitation.

The buttons of Andi's blouse flew several feet as Jezebel ripped it 
open, revealing the soft flesh beneath.  Andi reclined against the arm 
of the sofa, pulling Jezebel to her breasts.  Jezebel drew one 
protruding nipple into her mouth and worked at it gently.

Jezebel felt Andi's knee rubbing carefully, back and forth, between 
her legs.  Her kneecap pressed against her mons without too much 
pressure.  The lips of her pussy rubbed against each other, making her 
wetness drip through her panties.  A wet spot developed on Andi's 
panty hose.

Jezebel pursed her lips around the start of the nipple, against Andi's 
breast.  Her tongue drew long vertical lines across the tip.  Andi's 
chest rose and dropped with a heavy sigh.  Jezebel released the 
beauty's nipple and kissed her way toward her shoulders.  The sighs 
increased.  The breathing intensified.  Jezebel heard the fierce 
beating of the woman's heart in her own ears.  It pounded a primal 
rhythm much like the song that she had danced to earlier in the 
evening.  The beat encouraged Jezebel to kiss Andi's throat and her 
neck.  Every kiss landing with the force of a feather but the effect 
of a jackhammer.  Jezebel opened her mouth, her incisors grew longer.  
Her lips moistened.  Andi's knee still moved from side to side and 
brushed Jezebel's pussy.  She stopped moving her knee and pressed it a 
little harder into Jezebel's crotch.  

Jezebel sighed.  Her breath shuddered.  Her body trembled and she felt 
as if her soul were being sucked from every pore of her skin.  The 
endings of nerves she never realized lay within her body burned and 
her loins shook with electricity.  Her body contracted and her vagina 
tightened on itself.

Jezebel tried to force her incisors back into her jaw.  She fought for 
them to recede.  The excitement was so great, but she wanted so much 
to control herself.  In her mind, she focussed on the control.  The 
molecules in her body slowing and relaxing.  Her body and mind pushing 
for control.  

But her instincts overpowered her and the sharp sting of Jezebel's 
teeth soon shocked Andi and caused her to gasp.  She tried to scream, 
but the hand between her thighs mixed her feelings and her body was 
confused.  Andi sighed and let an extremely loud moan rattle Jezebel's 
head.  Andi first attempted to fight her off, but was overcome with a 
sense of complete satisfaction and tranquility.  She pulled Jezebel's 
head close and let the blood in her veins flow over the lapping tongue 
and pursed lips of her lover.

Jezebel snaked her hand inside Andi's panties and pressed a finger 
into her vagina.  It was like an entranced snake maneuvering inside of 
the silky lining of the young pussy.  Jezebel continued to feed.  Andi 
sank further into a hypnotic meshing of heartbeats.  Andi's body swam 
in a river of endorphins and she was coming.

Andi lost consciousness, or at least all ability to recollect what was 
transpiring.  Her body followed waves of sensual winds and her mind 
drifted away from reality.

Jezebel knew when Andi had fallen into rapture when her breathing 
calmed and her movement nearly ceased.  She continued to feast on the 
young flowing angel beneath her and the world passed away from her 
eyes.  Life's fluid swam into her empty heart and she became drunk.  
When her body had taken its fill, she passed out and lay upon Andi's 
chest.




Jezebel awoke with a searing flame enveloping her skull.  She 
attempted to gain her faculties and turned to the cool body beside 
her.  The girl looked familiar.  Her beautiful skin and gentle, 
ancient eyes.  Two close wounds were circled by stains of blood on the 
young things neck.

Jezebel strained for a moment to recall her situation.

Her heart sank.  She had lost control.  She had given into her need 
for the girls letting.  It had been almost painless for her, but when 
she regained consciousness, Jezebel knew that she would suffer an 
agonizing recovery.  She felt guilty for losing herself and her 
ability to refrain from abusing the girl.

Jezebel stood up, slowly.  She found her equilibrium and stumbled into 
the shower.  The turned pulled the plastic curtain closed and turned 
on the flow of water.  The hot water showered her body and the 
bathroom filled thick with steam.  It penetrated her nostrils and 
encouraged her skin to clear.

She soaped her body and caressed herself with a washcloth.  She felt 
clean and her mind lost some of it's tangled cobwebs.  After the 
shower, she dried off and wrapped herself in a soft bathrobe.

After situating herself, Jezebel picked Andi's body up and moved the 
sleeping girl to the bedroom, allowing her to take over the bed.  She 
removed her clothes, taking liberty to let her hands and fingers 
explore the smoothness of her soft skin.  Andi's body felt so cold.  
Much like Jezebel often felt.

She pulled the blankets and comforters over the sleeping girl, up to 
her shoulders.  What she needed was heat, to relieve some of the pain 
and quicken the process of her body's regeneration.  Jezebel turned up 
the thermostat in the apartment.

Satisfied that her young friend was as comfortable as she could be in 
the present situation, Jezebel prepared to leave for the morning, 
before the sun rose.  She left a note on the nightstand for Andi, 
incase she happened to regain consciousness:

     I'm sorry for this.  You will be all right.  I will see to it.  
     I must leave to speak with an old friend.  I will return soon.

She locked the apartment behind her.