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EXTRAORDINARY MEN
Three Hot Tales of Monster Love
By Evelyn Wren
Copyright 2012 Evelyn Wren
Smashwords Edition
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FEED ME, SUCK ME
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Seth turned around, checking his back reflection in the full-length mirror in his dorm room. His brand-new black skinny jeans fit him perfectly. They ought to. He had shelled out a hundred and fifty bucks for them. He had been saving up for this night for months.
“Do you think we’ll get in?” his best friend and roommate Brian asked nervously. He was flipping through a magazine, lying on his stomach on his bed behind Seth. Brian had gotten himself ready hours early; if he could have, he would have had his outfit on days ago.
“We have to,” Seth replied, still scrutinizing his tight, round ass. He needed everything to be perfect and he wasn’t about to have his entire year ruined by a little muffin top.
Both boys were aflutter with a mixture of fear and anticipation. They had been planning this night together for months, saving cash and researching stuff online. They were finally going to try to attend Alter Ego.
Alter Ego was a secret club that threw monthly parties for vampires and groupies. It was notoriously hard to get into, but word online was that if you looked sexy enough, you might attract the attention of a vamp who wanted to feed.
According to anonymous accounts on the forums Seth frequented, being fed on by a vampire was like no other feeling on Earth. It was supposed to be like the most intense orgasm you ever had, except you got the feeling all over your body instead of just concentrated in your dick.
Seth had never been fed on; hell, he had never even met a real vampire. He had been obsessed with them for his entire life, though. He’d read any vampire book, no matter how cheesy it was, and he stalked vampire forums religiously, combing them for information about how to meet and attract a real, live vamp.
Of course, his long term plan was to meet and fall in love with a vampire who would change him. From what he had gathered online, though, it wasn’t going to be easy. Vampires were generally very choosy about changing humans. As far as Seth could tell, the process was difficult for both parties and it meant a very long term commitment.
For the time being, Seth would be beside himself if he could just find a vampire willing to feed on him once. He considered it the vampire version of a one night stand, and he was ready and willing to be a total slut. It didn’t even matter to him whether the vampire was a man or woman. They were all hot.
The only problem was, there were millions of humans just like him, willing to do anything to become a vampire’s next meal. In fact, vampires didn’t even need to hunt anymore, since they had so many willing meals actively seeking them out.
Seth had devoted most of his energy to making himself competitive in the vampire groupie marketplace. He worked out just enough to be lean and tight, but still slender and elegant. His soft, flawless skin was so white that it practically glowed, and the only hair his body had crowned his head and rested upon his well-maintained brow. He wore his bleached, platinum hair in spikes and when he went out at night, he usually applied a quick sweep of black eyeliner to make his baby blues pop.
So far, his efforts had attracted quite a bit of human interest, but no real vampires had bitten. Seth was stepping up his game, though. He had spent months researching places that vampires were known to frequent.
It hadn’t been easy. Vampires were extremely secretive, and other vampire lovers weren’t exactly eager to share any tips about where they could be found. Seth had only found out about Alter Ego because he was able to read the German forums about New York. The party was held in a different location each month, usually in a warehouse. It was famous for having an extremely strict door policy and a matching astronomical cover charge.
Instead of trying to get in right away, Seth and Brian had spent a few months perfecting their looks and trying to figure out who had or had not made the cut. Both boys had flawless figures and had invested in designer clothing that was totally out of their price range for the evening. They would probably have been the center of everyone’s attention if they had wanted to attend a regular old gay club.
As it was, though, Brian and Seth were filled with nervous energy and excitement. Seth really had no idea whether they were hot enough to get in or not.
“Well, are you ready?” Seth asked his best friend, who was no less obsessed with becoming a vampire.
“As ready as I’m gonna be,” Brian hopped up and the two boys set out.
Alter Ego wasn’t easy to find. Seth had to text a number after midnight, then wait for the number to text the address back. It turned out to be an abandoned factory in the middle of an industrial district. The boys had to drive and had rented a car for the night.
The Ford Focus they picked up from the car rental place wasn’t exactly sexy, so they parked a couple blocks away and walked towards the address. Seth could see that they had the right place, because the sidewalk was peppered with other well dressed, extremely beautiful people.
When the two of them finally reached their destination, they could hear the thud of bass from the sidewalk outside, but the building they found was indistinguishable from the others lining the mostly empty street. Seth was surprised that there was no line at the door.
As soon as the boys entered, though, he was brought back to reality. There was a second door inside, and hundreds of people waited in line to be admitted to this second door. Every single person that Seth could see was absolutely gorgeous, man or woman. He felt a pit of dread build in his stomach. He had known this was going to be difficult, but he had underestimated how stiff the competition would really be.
On the other hand, the party was taking up an entire factory. Maybe there was room for lots of hot guests.
Before Seth had time to gather his thoughts and march with Brian to the end of the line, a statuesque blonde woman wearing a floor length black dress burst through the front door with what appeared to be an entire entourage of shirtless boy slaves. Shirtless boy slaves who happened to look very similar to Brian and Seth.
The bouncers at the interior door immediately made way for this woman and her party, throwing the door open for her and pushing those waiting in line aside.
“Come on,” hissed Brian, who was already crowding in with the boy slaves. Brian had always been the more nervy of the two friends. Seth could feel his blood racing, but then, on the other hand, he had to admit that Brian fit right in with the group. Seth made a snap decision and squeezed in with his companion.
It worked. Seth and Brian were swept into the club amidst this lady’s circus. The moment they were inside, they broke off from the group before anyone could notice them.
“That was fucking brilliant!” Seth congratulated Brian. Brian really did have a gift for seizing opportunities.
“Thanks, man!” Brian gave his friend a playfully slug in the arm. “I don’t think we would have ever made it in otherwise.” This was probably true.
“I’m gonna get a drink and look around. Text me if you need to.” With that, Brian was off, probably in search of a vampire of his own.
A drink sounded pretty good to Seth. He wandered to a crowded bar and tried to make eye contact with a bartender. He was surprised by how quickly he was able to get his vodka tonic and tipped the bartender generously, hoping to be remembered.
Seth found the edge of a temporarily vacant, circular, burgundy velvet booth and perched atop the backrest so that he could have a look around. From where he was sitting, he could see that the party’s hosts had spared no expense. Every detail had been considered, from the walls to the floors to the ceilings. The space’s interior was a swirl of rich textiles, gold leaf, and candles.
Actually, he couldn’t see the ceiling. It was way high up and seemed to be filled with some kind of fog or smoke. The only traces of the building’s original purpose were several iron catwalks that criss crossed the vast space. At the moment, they were supporting hundreds of writhing party goers; people were dancing everywhere, or perched on vantage points sipping their drinks like Seth was.
Seth had assumed that he would be able to recognize the vampires right away. He found that all of the attendees at this party were so beautiful, though, that he couldn’t say for sure who was immortal.