Ticklish&InLove
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Part 1: A Lovely Amuse-Bouche
David was bored.
Bored. Bored. Bored.
He sat at his desk fiddling around. He even swung in his chair like he used to see kids do at the barber's. But he'd stopped bothering with cutting his hair long ago. Got way too many stares from them when he'd come through the door too many times. Oh, for a while he used to alternate barbers, but then long hair finally came back in style. He sighed and looked at his watch, an old antique pocket watch, as reliable as it had been when he'd bought it 350 years ago. Not like these so called "improved" modern devices that required batteries. Hmm. Almost dark.
He got up from his desk and gave himself a once over in the mirror, smiling. Yep. He could see himself just fine, not like popular fiction would tell it. And he didn't need blood either. Oh, in the beginning he had thought he did. But that's before he'd learned what he was really feeding off of was the energy generated from his victim's momentary fear. And besides, he liked women too much to want to cause them pain. He let down his long dark brown hair from the pony tail he kept it in during the day. Thanks to the modern era he could work at home, from a computer in a bachelor pad under the ground. It was much more spacious than the penthouse, but he got it for a steal since everyone else wanted windows. He kept his "toys" down here. He fingered one of them, a long black silky feather on a golden engraved stick. They might as well have been a knife and fork. His blue eyes danced with mischief as he picked up the phone and dialed the house concierge. A perky, high pitched voice chirped,
"Concierge Desk at your service. Linda speaking."
David answered with a low chuckle and could see her cheeks flush with red at the sound in his mind. Best yet, she knew he could "see" her and it made her flush all the more.
"David!" She said in that too cute cross between a whisper and a reprimanding shout that women do. He answered with another chuckle.
"David! Not now! Please! Don't do this to me now! I. I’ve got some VIPs here tonight!"
"Is that so?", he answered cherishing the moment, seeing her little blond bob bouncing wildly as she scanned the marble lobby, hand over her mouth. He could feel her heart beginning to beat faster. Delicious. He was salivating.
He took the feather in his hand, drew it across the palm of his hand in a slow, tantalizing motion, savoring each sensation and transferring it into her mind. He could see her green eyes widen, her hands quiver, she could feel it coming. But he was in a cocky mood tonight...he decided to keep her on edge...he made her feel the apprehension everywhere. And the result was just beautiful! She was practically writhing, feeling the very tips of the feather's wisps barely on her skin, electrifying every nerve, but with no hint of which one was soon to be tortured!
He licked his lips at the thought of what she must be going through! He liked to think of himself as an artist. The great sculptors in history always spoke about sculpting what already existed inside the stone rather than forcing their will upon it. But that's where their vision had died. He knew that the greater beauty was in revisiting that stone, as each day it would be yearning for a different vision of itself...yearning for his hands to reveal it! And that was the fun with Linda...she was his grand experiment for this decade, like so many women had been in decades before her. A true scientist always needs a constant comparison in order for the truth he seeks to be revealed, and Linda was his..."That's called the Scientific Method, Linda, dear."... He let her hear his thoughts, didn't even bother with the phone any more, even though she clung to it as if it could save her from the inevitable...
"David! David! No! Not now! Pleeeaaasee, not now!" She was babbling. They always did when they knew what was coming.
"Now, now, my sweet Linda, you know I need to discover what spot is the most delectable this evening..." He told her right into her head. Then he decided to play a little. Let her feel a tickle right under her left armpit, the hand holding the phone, make her drop it. Of course it echoed in that ostentatious entranceway that all well-to-do condominiums had these days. She immediately reached for it, and he tickled her up her side as she did, making her fall right out of her chair. He hung up, but laughed at her so her mind could hear it. She responded by pleading into the phone before realizing she was hearing him in her head.
"Tickle...tickle...tickle...Linda!", he crooned, as he pushed the up button on the elevator, making her feel the feather between her toes, around her tummy, and behind her knees, anything to keep the poor girl from being able to climb back onto the chair on wheels. She looked like a Buster Keaton act!
He could hear her giggling before the elevator doors even opened. He grabbed a red rose out of the vase by the elevators as he walked by it. He dragged the delicate petals across his hand and made her feel it underneath her toes. He smiled as he heard her shriek at the desk ahead of him. Her eyes met his as he leaned against the wall across from her. He arched a single brow and curled his lips into a wicked smirk, letting her see his fangs. She gasped remembering the night they'd shared once. He'd drank a tiny little bit then...just enough to get inside her mind... just enough to have a little fun. He raised the rose to his face, and to all passerbys looked like he was smelling it, but when he had it in front of his nose, he licked it just once, sending the sensation to the arches of her feet.
"Noohohohaaaahahaha!" , she was really getting some strange looks now! He chuckled to himself as he began to playfully stroke the petals with his fingers.
"No! Oh! Pleeheeheeeheeheease!"
She was a giggling, begging, writhing, mess when he finally took pity on her and approached the desk. He'd long ago paid the condominium owner enough to overlook Linda's "eccentricities" as he'd referred to these "inexplicable" laughing fits of hers.
Ever the gentleman, he helped her to her chair, ran a hand through her hair, straightening it, and handed her the rose, winking, "Linda, my dear, you must learn to control yourself." She accepted the rose, her pink lips still quivering. She truly was the delectable morsel. David's blue eyes danced over her body, drinking in her last bit of laughter as if savoring the bouquet of a fine cognac. His mind flew for a brief second, remembering Boston Magazine's article. It had said aging fine Cognac is very expensive because thousands of bottles' worth of spirits disappear into the air through evaporation as the cognac matures. Producers called this loss the "angel's share."
Yes, that was it. Must have some more for after dinner. "It will all stop my dear, if you will come by my place around 11:30 tonight."
"But I have plans tonight..."
"Yes, of course you do. I will find you then."
"No! I mean..."her heart was beating faster now, not sure of what she should say.
He leaned in close to her ear so she'd feel his breath against it, he knew this was arousing to her, and he heightened her arousal with his mind with each syllable he spoke, "Then - we - shall - have - a - lit - tle - game - of -it - shan't - we? ." Then he deepened his voice down to the tone women love, "After all I will just be taking the angels' share!"
She shivered, eyes closed at the thought, enraptured. He fed on that, keeping his breath close to her still as he snuck his hands to her sides and tickled them savagely, but using his mind to keep her from being able to laugh out loud. He released her then, but only physically. He kept her mind perceiving his fingers digging into her ribs, her stomach, her armpits, even between her legs, which he knew drove her wild. And he had always been about driving women wild, consider it their tip for servicing his ravenous appetite so well.
He kept her like that till he reached the front of the building, turning around to see her desperate watery eyes silently begging him for mercy. He liked her like that. What a delightful appetizer she was for his evening meal.
He caught a beautiful red haired creature eyeing him outside on Fifth Avenue as she passed by. He felt her energy drawn to him. Ahhh, the salad course. He willed her to look at him again, caught her glance and winked at her. She melted. Kills 'em every time.
He gave Linda one last tickle, releasing her finally, smiling at her unrestrained laughter as it poured out of her, making up for all the pent up energy inside her. He drank it in, closing his eyes. Lovely, Linda. Lovely Amuse-Bouche. He opened his eyes and walked out onto the street. The beautiful creature was gone. "That's what she thinks," David smirked to himself. She was still thinking about her attraction to him. He could feel it, like a lavender scented fog in the air.
He walked across the street to St. Patrick’s Cathedral and scaled it in a matter of seconds. Once there he sniffed the air and relaxed, letting the wind play with his scarf and coat, his long dark brown hair swirling around his face. The girl's name was Pamela. She was headed to the FAO Schwartz store, but not to purchase a toy for kid. She liked toys. Playful. That was perfect. He chuckled to himself as he headed over there for the rest of his evening meal...
Part 2: A Wolf Enjoys A Salad
David entered the store so fast that his fellow passenger in the revolving door thought a crazy gust of wind had sent him spinning. It was like that for mortals, their senses were never quick enough. But David had long ago learned to play with this advantage. "All the better to eat you with, my dears!" he thought as he scanned the store for his next course.
Then he caught her figure in the corner of his eye. She was on the second floor, near the railing, just enjoying the overall playful energy of the place. Perfect.
He scanned the shelves for the perfect accomplice. And then he spotted it. A Roger Hargreaves "Mr. Tickle" doll. He grabbed it and sashed over to the huge $250,000.00 flat piano dance floor.
He stepped on it, using just the slightest bit of his unique abilities to appear far above average in his tickling of the ivories, but subdued enough to pass as only an extraordinary human. He held the doll as if it were his dance partner in a full out caricature of a tango. Before long he had a crowd gathered around him made up of mouths both laughing their heads off and those simply gaping in amazement. He drank it in. All of it. But it was Pamela he was craving. He could smell her scent on the air, stronger now that she was looking at him. He could feel the corners of her mouth raising in amusement, almost ready to laugh out loud. "That's it!", he thought with the conviction of a predator sensing the kill, "You want to let it out!"
She was teetering so close to the edge now that she was driving him mad. As he swung about he looked her up and down in his mind, noticing her feet lifting out of her high heeled Jimmy Choo sandals, revealing the impossibly soft pink soles underneath. This was too much. He had to be the one luring her, not the other way around. Have to fix this, and now.
He glanced up quickly, barely making eyes with her brown ones. But it was long enough to plant the suggestion,"You are drawn to me, Pamela. Fall for me"
As if right on cue, Pamela's feet slipped, she reached out for the bar, but her hand simply spun on it, causing the crowd to gasp as she fell down, down, down, right next to the escalators! David kept "playing" the piano, jumping only once to catch her just before she hit the ground, then twirled around on one foot, continuing his dance. Her eyes were now locked onto his, her arms instinctively grabbing hold of him. Together, they finished the tango easily thanks to her dazed state allowing him to control her movements effortlessly. Then, ever the showman, he tossed her up and caught her, twirling her into one final dip, his lips a breath's distance from her own.
The once worried crowd now cheered, thinking it was all a staged performance. He winked at the store managers who looked relieved that he had adverted a tragedy. How easily humans are ready to pass their load to someone else. Human nature, he could always count on it. Linda was now getting her breath back. David gave her his best "concerned" expression. Mimicking humans was his centuries old specialty. He spoke to her in his best over the top sexy voice, loud enough for the crowd to hear, "Usually I introduce myself to a woman before I dance with her, but seeing as you were so eager you threw yourself at me, what do you say you pay me back by sharing one more dance?" Then so silent only her subconscious could register it, he planted the next seed:"Allow your curiosity to be in charge."
Pamela swooned, oblivious to the crowd's begging for an encore, her soft pink lips even smiling a little.
David stood up to face the crowd, Pamela leaning like a contented lover against his chest, but his voice taking on the tone of a serious college professor with a German accent. "Ladeez an ventlemen, IE vill now demvonstrate how to vickle ve ivories vile vickling vis lovely lady in va dance vith Mr. Vickle vere bevore your very eves!"
Then turning to look down at Pamela, he gently let go of her, stepping back to take a bow, one hand in front, with the hand holding the Mr. Tickle doll in back. The kind of bow he had learned to take so many centuries ago. But this time there wasn't a chaperone to make sure he didn't raise his head and wiggle his eyebrows at the girl. So of course he did it, sending pleasurable shivers of anticipation down her spine. "That's right, savor it, my ticklish darling." He said silently to her, letting the mischief of what was to come dance in his eyes.
Then, before she could even think to move, he embraced her, parading out the beginnings of the melody, "Hungry Like The Wolf". He liked to think of it as his theme song. Sometimes he'd spin her, lifting her arm up while puppeteering the Mr. Tickle doll to sneak in a tickle. Each time she laughed in the gorgeous full notes that only a truly ticklish woman could give voice to. And each time he pretended to defend her from Mr. Tickle, acting mock-irritated ala Fawlty Towers style. Soon, he began to "play" her like an extension of the piano, making her laugh in place of a piano key note. He even began to sing...
"...hungry like the wolf, I'm hungry like the...Sir! Vill you vease stop vickling vie vance partner! IE vannot convinue voo vance vike vis if voo keep intervupting vus!...There, vat's vetter. Now vere vus vie? Ahh. Yes...I'm hungry like the wolf!"
He kept it up...a twirl would lead to her underarms receiving a tickle, a dip meant her sides would feel his fingers digging into her ribs, a lift would mean her thighs would be squeezed just above the knee....and the most vicious part was what the crowd could never have guessed...he kissed her once as he twirled her past him, and tasted her, just a tiny drink, just enough to climb inside her mind. She never even knew. She thought she had simply experienced the kiss to end all kisses. The kind every woman dreams of. Now she was his. He smirked at the thought, thinking to himself, "My darling little Pamela. Did you ever have a clue? Did you ever think you were being hunted by one like me? Someone hungry like the wolf?" Now she truly was his. And like all great predators, he always played with his prey before eating it...he let her hear his thoughts in her head now..."All the better to awe you with my dear!"
Her eyes were huge, uncomprehending how any of this was possible. Her shoes had been left behind when she'd fallen, and her little pink feet were driving him wild. He made her feel everything, every caress, every tiny finger wiggle in every ticklish nook and crevice on her body.
"Whoosh! Feel that dip make you lightheaded, feel my fingers digging into your sides. Remember that sensation, my darling. You are no match for me. You can't get away from it...tickle...tickle...tickle...it just keep growing, doesn't it? Tickle...tickle...tickle...laugh for me, my little darling, my darling Pamela, you minus well, 'cause you're going to laugh harder right now than you've ever laughed before in your short little life!"
And laugh she did, through tears pouring down her flushed cheeks, through pleas for mercy seeping through torrents of laughter that created something only he could discern, and then only because he had cultivated understanding the garbling stutter his victims squeaked between giggles.
"Remember that sensation my darling! Remember how unbearable it feels as I trail my fingers across your soft sweet belly! It's devastating to you isn't it? "
Then he heard it. Finally. Like the first taste of rich maple syrup when one has been waiting all day long for the first drip to come out....it was beautiful! That crescendo his victims would unleash when they reached the point of utter surrender to him! Yeah! When they gave into the one who was hungry like the wolf!
"NooooPleeheeheeheease!MercyheeheeheeeheeheeOhhhhohohohohhah ahahaha!"
But he wasn't about to show her any mercy. After all, he had an audience to please, and they were loving it. They were the arugula, the uninteresting greens that set the stage for the perfect gourmet dressing. The kind that is so damn good you ask for extra on the side. And oh, he was going to partake of all the extra in the house on this one!
She was frantic now. To all the world she seemed like a woman flushed with the rapture that comes with being in love, with her pink cheeks, her watery, dazed eyes, and a smile that won't go away. But inside she was dying! Everywhere he touched, it lingered inexplicably...if he tickled her along her neck, the sensation kept on going, even as he tickled her waist...worse yet, the sensations were not only unending, they were growing stronger and stronger! She couldn't understand why her body wasn't numbing to anything....she'd been the little sister in her family of five brothers that had tickled her viciously as a child, but they had always stopped once she was numbed to it...but that wasn't happening now...why?!?!?
He sensed her panic. Her need to comprehend everything. Better end that now, or she'd spoil the dressing...
"Just play with me, my darling Pamela. Don't think upon such things, just feel this moment right here, right now. Didn't you ever dream, sweet Pamela, that you'd dance with a wolf one day?"
Something about that comment made her smile. She met his eyes now, and he saw something there that he'd only barely sensed before. Her eyes sparkled with the playfulness he'd sensed before, the scent that had spurred him on to hunt her down. And then she said it, out loud, in spite of the laughter she couldn't stop "Yes! I always thought little red riding hood would have had a far more interesting life if she'd made off with the wolf!"
David arched a single brow, "But there's just one problem with that, Pamela, darling. The wolf thinks little red riding hood is dinner!" And at that exact moment, he made her mind physically recall every single tickling sensation she had ever experienced in her life, then made them combine in one great wave from her neck and travel downwards along every nerve of her body, stopping on the tops of her feet...
"N-N-N-Noooooo!Aaaaaahahahaha!Eeeeeeheeheeheeeheeeheeheheheh elpmeeeeesooooomebodyhheeeheeeheehheeepleeheeeheeeheeeheeese e!"
Her brown eyes grew huge and she gasped out loud, wiggling uncontrollably while he gave her just enough support to keep her standing, all the while holding his hands out as if presenting her to the crowd, winking,"Isn't she a doll?"
The crowd cheered, not even noticing that she was begging them for help. To them she was just another performer, probably hired by the store to entertain them. Her laughter seemed like that of a woman who was truly getting a kick out of life!
David tossed the Mr. Tickle doll to one of the managers with a single flamboyant wave of his hand,
"Vow! Look vat her go, ladeez an ventlemen! IE Vink she veserves a revard! Who among vous good veople vill vitch in voo purchase vis lovely doll vor her?"
The crowd immediately started falling over themselves, handing over bills to the manager who looked like a delighted deer in headlights!
Others began to applaud as David came behind her, took her hands, lifting her arms in a graceful Fred Astaire move. What the audience couldn't possibly know was she was desperate to lower her arms, desperate to protect them from all the tickling sensations she wanted so badly to escape from!
"Ahhh, but this is only the beginning my darling. You wouldn't want to disappoint your many new fans now would you, my little red riding hood? My Pamela!", he spoke silently into her mind where only she could hear his voice, then to the crowd, he sang out "Vet's ving vis ving voo an end!"
Immediately, the relentless tickling torture on the tops of her feet rushed to the edges, as if it too was dancing, but only on the tips of her toes and sides. She twisted her body madly, trying like a crazed animal to escape, but the sensations only grew in their intensity, determined to go to the center of her soles...
"AAahhhhhNooooohohohoHOHOHAHAHEEHEEHEEHAHAHELPMEHEEHEEHEENOO OHOHOHOMOREPLEEHEEHEEASEICAN"TSTADITANYHEEHEEHEEMOREHOHOHEEE HEEE!"
Exhausted, she passed out, cradled in his arms as if she were the love of his life, or as if she were the last morsal for a ravenous predator. He spun her unconscious body around and took his final bow, holding her aloft, over his head so she appeared to be posing with him. He brought her down, as if in a curtsy and the crowd erupted into applause. With that he carried her in his arms to a quiet place in the store. "Amazing how similar it all is." , he mused to himself as he set her limp body down in a giant beanbag chair, and gently stroked her cheek, "First the glance, then the hunt, then the dance, then satisfaction in the kill."
He was lost in thought when the manager appeared at his side, holding the Mr. Tickle doll,"Thank you so much, sir, for your help in containing the situation with this lady. I don't know what we would have done without your being there!"
David sighed, throwing himself, as always into the role, shaking his head,"Well, I'm truly glad I was there too. ,"Just think what might have happened if I hadn't been! " You better raise the height of those railings now, though. ", then he tilted his head, nudging it in the direction of Pamela's unconscious body, "Your lucky she was so out of it to begin with. I think she was high on something. I did that whole Mr. Tickle/tango routine to cover up the fact she couldn't stop laughing. Probably a little pot. But she'll come around. She's doing a heck of a lot better than I would be doing in her shoes! Oh, I almost forgot, did enough people pitch in for that Mr. Tickle doll, or do I need to make up the difference?"
"Oh! Please!." More than enough contributed, but the doll is on us, as well as a $1,000.00 gift certificate for helping us to avoid a much bigger financial disaster. The money everyone donated is also for you. I placed a call to the top, and it's all settled."
David nodded, "Good. That's real good. Thanks. You wouldn't happen to have a pin on you do you?"
"I've just got this sharpie, but I can get another kind if you like...", his head was nodding wildly.
"No, a sharpie is perfect. Thanks", He glanced at the manager more thoroughly now, accepting the sharpie. The guy was like a little nervous wind-up toy, a real energizer bunny. You just had to point him in the direction you wanted and he'd keep, going and going, wouldn't he?
David wrote his name and number on the back of the orange Mr. Tickle doll, with a side note, "My Darling Pamela, If you ever feel like going dancing again, call me! Luv, David AKA 'The Wolf'" That would drive her nuts for sure. She'd just have to know how he knew her name. How he'd talked to her in her head. He knew she'd call. They always did, partially because they wanted to verify their crazy memory of their experience with him, and partially because they were drawn to his passion. The little red riding hoods of the world all secretly desired the wolf. If they didn't, then they wouldn't dawn on their red hoods would they? They wouldn't put on their little high heels, wear miniskirts or tank tops or off the shoulder dresses. All just a feast just begging to be eaten alive. Begging for the wolf to find them.
His appetite was growing already at the thought. He'd been a five course kind of guy 350 years ago, and he was no different today...well, perhaps even more ravenous. But now that he'd downed his salad, he was ready for his entree. But where to look? Hmmm...
"Um, excuse me. Excuse me, sir?", a soft, timid voice spoke behind him.
David swung around to come face to face with a brown haired, brown eyed cutie with full pouty lips. He ran his tongue across his fangs at the sight of her porcelain skin. He wondered how easily she blushed. He decided to allow just a touch of his original British accent to shine through,"'Sir' is how I used to address my father in the old country, Love. But here in America, I'm not yet that old!", he winked at her, thrilling at the sudden flood of color over her cheeks. Oh. So she was a "ripe" one, was she? The kind that fell into full on red faced silent laughter at a single touch. Mmmmm. He considered her type the way he had once savored rare white truffles."What might I do for you, Love?"
She bit her bottom lip in response, her hands messing around with her purse, so obviously aching to ask for his company. Her soft brown eyes glanced nervously around the floor at her feet. He was really loving this! He decided to make it a tad more difficult for her, just to see how delectable a morsal she promised to be...
"Cat got your tongue? You don't have to be afraid of me. Worst I'll ever do is make you laugh your head off!", he wiggled his eyebrows up and down at her, maintaining eye contact the whole time.
She blushed again, even redder this time, letting out the tiniest nervous giggle. How delightful! He might take second helpings on this entree! He offered her his arm, and she took it, grateful for his mercifully giving her an elegant exit from her flustered state.
"You better enjoy it while it lasts, Honey. That's the last act of mercy you'll be getting from me tonight!", he thought to himself as he placed his other hand adoringly over her arm, making her eyes betray her too cute crush on him. Then, guiding her effortlessly into the revolving door, he quipped, "Tell you what, my shy sweet beauty, tell me your name, and I'll treat you to dinner!"
"Um, My name is Danielle. Lo-look, I- I'm not usually in the habit of picking up random men. Bu - but I ju- just felt kinda..."
David pulled her to him, blocking the cold Manhattan wind from freezing her to death with his body, and looked directly into her eyes, "I know, Danielle. You don't have to tell me. I felt it too when I first looked at you. You'll have to forgive me. You see, when I'm around really pretty women, I just get all nervous inside, you know, what I mean, Love?"
She looked relieved, nodding emphatically. He continued, a look of utter vulnerability on his face, bottom lip quivering and all, "I guess what I'm trying to say is, when I see a woman like you, I don't, uh, frankly know what to say, so I just kinda zero in on what might make her laugh, see? I think maybe it's safe that way?"He gave her his best sheepish shrug.
She was smiling up at him. Beaming her emotions all over her face. He pulled her closer then, and she allowed it, kind of like a wild deer venturing to eat out of a hunter's hand. She nuzzled against him, then, her arms raising to embrace his tall shoulders...
Instantly his hands streaked out towards her sides and gave her a quick tickle from her armpits down to her waist. She shrieked!"Eeeeek! Oh, no! Hee!Hee! Don't do that to me! giggle...,"I'm too ticklish!"?"
"Oh, really?", he mocked surprise,"Well, maybe we'll take in dinner and a show tonight. What do you think?"
She giggled delightedly and took his arm again, "I trust you. Lead on!"
David couldn't help smirking down at her. His blue eyes dancing again. Oh, was he ever going to have some fun with this one!
Part 3: The Entree - "Dinner & A Show"
"Sooo, you liked my dancing did you?", he teased her as he walked her to the street corner, twirling her a couple of times with one hand while hailing a cab with the other. She never noticed him glancing down her sweater at the size tag.
"Oh! I loved it! Your partner seemed to be having so much fun! Do you perform there for the store often?"
David laughed outloud at her naiveté as he opened the door to the yellow checkered cab for her, "No, it was a one time performance I'm afraid. But I had a blast doing it! I'm going to call my hotel concierge to get us reservations for someplace special. Driver, take us to the Tribeca Grand, please. "
She nodded and looked out the window of the yellow checkered car as it rounded the corner, pressing her hand against the glass.
David dialed up the boutique hotel. He was always checked into some hotel in the city. Half the hotels in town thought he was a regular loyal customer, but truth was, he had never slept a single night in one!
He told her to cover her ears as he got the concierge on the line...
He was a great tipper. That's what all one really needed to be a VIP these days, he thought as they pulled up to the entrance way. The balding concierge, Robert, was waiting just inside the door for them when they arrived. He led Danielle to the hotel's "bride room" where she discovered a gorgeous dress waiting for her. The concierge smiled, closing the door as she ooohed and awed over it. He'd seen it all before.
David had only needed to say two things, "six and Danube" to him when he'd called five minutes away. Whenever David was in town, he'd bring three dresses with him, a size two, a size four, a size six. Robert would know from the phone call to immediately have the selected size laid out in the bride room, and a limo ready to go to whatever dinning establishment was mentioned, loaded with red strawberries and champagne. Each evening, each girl felt special, as if they were in their own Cinderella story, with themselves in the lead role. And they must have liked him, as the limo drivers would later report that they had heard laughter all night, and two champagne bottles would have been found empty in the back seat...
The girl emerged in the floor length gown, beaming like a truly enraptured bride, "This is the wildest, most incredible thing that's ever happened to me!"
Robert nodded out of dejavu more than from any kind of understanding, then gestured towards the front door, "The gentleman is waiting for you in car, outside, madam."
Flustered at the idea of David waiting for her, Danielle lifted her skirt and moved hurriedly out the door where she was ushered into a long black limo. He was waiting right there, an expression of pure adoration across his face, as if she was the only female he'd ever seen, but then, there was something slightly sinister there...or rather, lusting...oh! Could he actually be lusting for her?
"More than you could possibly know, kid.", David thought to himself, reading her mind like yesterday's paper while playing with a strawberry in his right hand. He danced it across his long tapered fingers like people would sometimes do with a coin. She couldn't help but to look at them, her eyes slightly widening a bit at the memory of his tickling her earlier on the street.
He willed her to bring the memory more into focus, "That's it, miene kostlich Liebhaber, my delicious Lover! Remember how it felt. Remember it so clearly that you can almost feel my fingers dancing across your skin again right now. You can feel it, can't you, my sweet Danielle?"
He could see her body shivering the tiniest bit already. This one would be synch. He caught her gaze for a brief moment, and asked oh so innocently, "Would you like a strawberry, "miene kostlich Liebhaber?"
Danielle blushed for a second, then giggled, "Why are you calling me your delicious Lover?"
David didn't miss a beat, "Cause you are delicious aren't you? I don't have to even have a bite of dinner cause my eyes will be eating you up all night!"Amazing. Simply amazing how he could tell them exactly what his intentions were these days, and they didn't run away! Three and a half centuries ago it had been another story. Back then, the common man could just glimpse him for a second and know with absolute certainty that something was amiss...
"I'll tell you what, Love", he said with his English accent again in full swing, "Catch two of these strawberries in your mouth and I'll show you how my dance partner back at the toy store could dance like that. Catch all three, and I'll give you something to really smile about. Miss the third, and you owe me a kiss! That a deal?"
Of course she agreed. And of course he used his mind to insure she caught the first two and missed the third. When she missed that one, he lunged forward in the limo and caught it before it landed, making her gasp in disbelief at his reflexes, like a lion's. Then reaching for another two strawberries he juggled all three in the moving car. Danielle squealed with delight, clapping her hands!
"I figured I'd go ahead and give you something to smile about even though you missed that one! But now, I get my prize!", David winked at her.
She closed her eyes, ready to surrender to an evening straight from fantasyland, and leaned forward in her seat. She felt something soft, but the texture wasn't quite right...She opened her eyes to see he had placed the strawberry in his mouth and was holding it against her lips with a silly expression across his face!
She couldn't keep from laughing, and of course in the process bit down on the strawberry. Ouch! He'd accidentally bit her too in the process. Oops. Oh well, so much for fantasyland!
The limo came to a halt outside an inconspicuous front. David held the door for her as they entered, confident about insuring the inevitable now that he'd taken his petit boisson from her full lips. She was his to savor now, "Are you ready to enjoy a good dinner, my Love? I know I am!"
Danielle nodded, her lips slightly open, in awe of the place. David smiled, nodding to the hostess that they were ready to take a seat.
Danube was his favorite place to take in a dinner. Partly because it was lit with candlelight which danced off golden Gustav Klimt imitations that filled the walls from ceiling to floor. They made him think of the time he'd lived in Vienna. Back in the late 1800's it had been a bustling city full of young women caught up in the energy of a spectacularly crazed city, just like New York was today! He'd discovered long before living there that large cities served up the best dinners. All the people were so hooked into their environment, that they were like low wattage light bulbs screwed into a high powered source...all just about ready to break... that is, unless he plucked them first and took a little of that surplus energy for his own needs. But then, who was he kidding? He could have subsisted on lovely little Linda alone. Thing was, he plucked these delicious creatures for his own desires. Kind of like the man who craves a filet mignon when a hamburger would do just fine!
They were seated at one of the few booths in the place. His booth. He was enough of a regular here to not have to worry about getting it. And it was so perfect for his needs. The table cloth went down to the floor, long enough to keep the customers or staff from seeing what would be occurring under there!
The menus were brought out, and he ordered the tasting menu for both of them, asking that his beefsteak be served as rare as possible. The hostess sent out two glasses of red wine "on the house" she said. But she had learned from his past exploits that his limo driver always had his own bottle of wine for him and she was to serve him that while David's date would receive whatever the best red wine was. She just figured he was a recovering alcoholic who didn't want to call attention to himself.
During the meal, David would take a piece of meat draw out the blood, and then place the piece back onto his plate. But he did this so deftly, like a master magician, that to all the world, he seemed to simply be bringing the fork down for another bite. Drained, the meat would take up far less room than before. But this was all merely for show. As his real dinner would be sitting beside him...
"Mmmm! This gnocchi is incredible!", Danielle jolted him out of his reverie with her enthusiasm.
David stared down at her small form in her new satin dress which provided easy access to several ticklish parts of her body. It was elegant, that was for sure, but it also had a sheer fabric that tantalized the viewer with views of the sides, back and breasts. The fabric functioned almost like hosiery for the rest of the body. Meals were always more delicious when served with aesthetics in mind...
"Yes! Dinner tonight is amazing!", he agreed with her, taking hold of her hand in his and giving it a squeeze, "But I think I owe part of that to your company here tonight." He could be such a charmer. Keep eating dearie, you're going to need the energy!", he thought to himself, as he let her nuzzle against him, under his arm. Watching her enjoy a good meal was kinda like stuffing a turkey for thanksgiving...
"But you know what's even more delicious?" he asked her, right next to her left ear, his right arm slowly pulling her towards him in the little booth, his left hand turning her face towards his.
"What?" She asked breathless already, her lips so close to his own that he could feel her breath.
"This..." He answered, kissing her, or rather covering her mouth as the fingers on his right hand dug into her sides...
Danielle's eyes grew huge, her laughter erupting into his mouth...
"Muhahhapleahumuhahahahnomupleastopheeheehaaahnooomuwhoho... "
It was just like downing a milkshake.
To everyone else it appeared that she was really into the kiss and that he was adoring her as he held her head ever so gently. Truth was one of his hands was holding her head in place while the other one was viciously attacking her side: She had no choice but to erupt like a volcano of laughter straight into his mouth!
Her right arm was being held back by his, but her left hand was making a futile attempt to push him away...he ignored it all like a silly little fly.
Then he felt it.
It was so tiny, so light, but she was actually attempting to tickle him back right in his right armpit! "Wha..Ha!Ha!Ha!" He was so startled it worked! He reflexively pulled away. "So this little girl thinks she's up to playing games does she?" he thought to himself.
Danielle just sat there to his right giggling like a teenager, winking at him, " Betcha didn't think I had it in me to get you back did you?"
David was livid at first, but then rather amused, after all, he'd initiated it, and a booth can go both ways...."Who do you think I am, child?", the words just fell out of his mouth before he could think to stop himself.
She just looked back at him with a puzzled expression, "Well I knew you were eccentric, but you're not that much older than me."
He chuckled, "If only you knew, honey!, he thought, careful to contain his thoughts this time.
"...I mean, really now," she was continuing to talk,"WHO picks up a strange man that they've witnessed tickling another woman to the point of passing out but someone who is into that sort of thing..."
"You could see me doing that?"
"Well, I got distracted by her eyes, they were pretty desperate. And besides, some of us women kinda like that sort of thing...."her voice was trailing off now, self-conscious, eyes looking down at her lap where her hands were fiddling with the napkin.
David just sat there, grinning in spite of himself. How couldn't he have guessed?
Suddenly she glanced up at him, about to speak, but stopping with a sudden look of horror on her face!
Ugh! His fangs were showing. How clumsy of him. She made a sudden move to jump out of the booth, but he grabbed her arm and pulled her down next to him again.
"Wha-what are you?"
Nothing but the truth would do, or would it?
"Are you one of those Goths, or something?"
"Naw, I like colors too much.", he winked at her, "No, I'm the real deal, baby."
Danielle was now looking incredulous,"A vampire that likes to tickle women? Come on! Aren't you supposed to be after my blood or something?"
"Tried it. A little too salty for my taste, no offense intended. But you're laughter is sweeter."
She was blinking with complete disbelief, " But you've been eating!"
"Look at my plate."
She did, seeing for the first time all the tiny pieces of meat, "B-but you've been drinking..."
"I prefer grapes that are still on the vine, but occasionally I find it to be more socialable to drink the fermented kind."
She was really trembling now. He could taste her. But it was like being served something fried when you prefer it broiled. He'd have to fix this, or she'd ruin a five star dinner. "I can also do other things.", he smirked, not even bothering to cover his fangs now.
"L-like w-what?"
"Like this.", he leaned on his left hand, his right in plain sight on the table next to his elbow.
Danielle didn't understand any of this. Was there something she was supposed to do? Would he kill her?
"Only with laughter, mon Cherie!"
She gasped! He hadn't moved his lips at all! How was this possible...
"Oh, this is only the beginning, mon chatouilleux Cherie!" He pulled forth the memory of his attack on her sides and armpits in front of the store that afternoon. Then he made her feel it, again, and again and again..."
"Wha-no-oh-nononono!heehee-pleaheeheeheeheeheese! Not here! No!hohoho!This can't be happening to meheehee!"
But David just sat there, occasionally sipping his "wine", letting her squirm. Others in the restaurant were giving them both amused expressions, assuming the handsome man sitting there was watching his date get tipsy. David even winked at a couple of them and pointed at her glass, mouthing, "Sorry!" It worked, no one thought anything of it.
Danielle was in a panic now! She could feel his fingers gently stroking every inch of ticklish flesh under her armpits, she could feel them digging into her sides, her rib cage as vulnerable as if she hadn't worn a thing...wave after wave kept coming to the point she was laughing in that full on way that people do when they can't make any more noise! She looked up at him, her whole body shaking, tears running down her cheeks, pleading with her eyes, her thoughts that she knew he could hear," Mercy! Please! MERCY!"
David was thoroughly enjoying his dinner now. But the poor thing did deserve an answer of some sort didn't she? "Cat got your tongue? You don't have to be afraid of me. Worst I'll ever do is make you laugh your head off!", he wiggled his eyebrows up and down at her, maintaining eye contact the whole time, perfectly mimicking their conversation earlier that day.
It worked. Her cheeks were red as a cherry now. Good. Flustered prey made for better play. He decided to increase the sensations a little bit...maybe make her feel them on her tummy as well...perhaps a little going up and down her back...a few tantalizing strokes behind the knees, a few even along her breasts...
"Noooohahahah!heeeheeeheeeahhhahahaha!", the new sensations made her laugh outloud again. But there was something else going on with this one....he could taste it...
"Oh, that's right. You like this torment don't you?", he teased her outloud."Are you being thoroughly entertained, Love? After all, I did promise you dinner and a show!"
Right at that moment, he decided to be a little cruel to this one. He needed to remind her who held all the cards in this game, "Tickle, tickle, tickle, mon chatouilleux Cherie!", he let the words go taunting right into her mind, dropping them like pennies into a jar, "I wonder, are you ticklish here as well?" He sent the sensations, which had made all the nerves of her body come alive, traveling like thousands of tickling fingers towards her thighs. Instinctively she crossed her legs, but he made her mind feel his hands squeezing just above the knee...and instantly they opened up accompanied by a short loud squeal!
"NoooohohohahahaEeeee!"
Then he sent them all along her thighs, everywhere but the part that craved it the most. She was in heaven and hell at the same time. Delicious. Time to take the rest of his dinner home. He asked for the check, signed it, and escorted her out towards the exit. She was fumbling and tripping at every turn, looking completely wasted. She tried a few pathetic attempts to escape, but he'd only intensify her sensations with each step she'd take till finally she fell on her knees in front of the limo that was waiting for them.
Her arms frantically tried to hold onto the top of the vehicle, but the well meaning chauffer gently pulled her off and set her inside the car, shaking his head, "You certainly know how to pick'em, Sir!"
"Yes", David said laughing as he gave Danielle's writhing, twisting, giggling body a playful poke, "I guess I certainly do!"
Part 4: Desert with Petit Fours
He kept her like that until the driver pulled away from the curb and raised the privacy window in the front. Once it was up, he emptied the two champagne bottles out the window of the limo, even sprinkled a few drops on Danielle's dress so she'd smell like she'd had one too many...
Then he grabbed her legs, pulled off her shoes, and viciously attacked her feet, like an electric guitarist putting all his passion into his beloved instrument of choice.
"NOOOOOOHHHHHOHOHOHAHAHAHEEHEEHEEHEEHAHAHAHA!"
"Remember this moment, Love. Because if you don't, I'll have to hunt you down and remind you!", he kept it up until they pulled up to the hotel. Exhausted, she tried one last futile attempt to get away, but he made her mind recall the last torturous moments on her feet, and she fell over, right into the hotel doorman's arms. He of course, handed her right back into David's. David tipped him and the chauffer generously, then led Danielle up to his room where he tossed her on the bed and just stood there, looking down at her, as if she were a strange species of fowl and he was a bird watcher, "I feel as if I've been offered a rare delicacy that I've never tried before.", he said, arms crossed, but fully noticing her high state of arousal.
Hmmm, wonder what would happen if he increased it a bit..
He sent the tickling sensations from the bottoms of her feet climbing up her legs until they were right between her thighs. Danielle was in heaven. But just before she launched, he made the sensations leave her there and start tickling her feet again, which of course frustrated her, but aroused her greatly again. Cute. She was like a little hamster running in a wheel, running to something with all the concentrated passion of a desire that would never be granted, but the quest of which would just increase her body's desire to run. She was Willy Wonka's Everlasting GumStopper! Talk about a desert to be savored!
He started laughing outloud at her predicament. Then he came and sat beside her frantic body. He even added a few full-on tickles as he talked to her, the way an absent minded person might move a stick across the surface of the water, as he spoke, "I'm not quite sure what I should do with you, Danielle. But seeing as you obviously took it upon yourself to track me down, and seeing as you enjoy being my dinner, I find you too intriguing to kill, but too risky to set free, since you know what I am. Therefore, I am going to leave you like this for a while, until tomorrow evening. Don't worry, you'll pass out soon enough. But it will begin again if you try to leave this room or phone for help. So I'd suggest you enjoy it, 'cause you gotta admit, it's better than any desert you've ever tasted isn't it?" As he said this, he made the pleasure intensify to the point she was arching her back, begging for release. He then brought her to the edge and kept her there, a thrashing mess of silk dress and hair.
Then he went to the closet and pulled out his jeans, a torn up t-shirt, and a black leather coat that went down to the ground. His careful hanging his suit while she was screaming for release was driving her even more insane, and that added a little kick to his evening meal. He'd have to remember to add a little more of this spice in his future cuisine.
He messed up his hair a little bit in the mirror, then turned towards her. "Feel that, Danielle?", he spoke seductively right into her mind, "Want me to release you? Okay then, ready now?"
She shook her head YES! furiously, letting him know, as if it wasn't readily apparent how badly she craved to be released.
He did it then, built it up even further, as now that she expected it, he could push her arousal towards heights she'd never dreamed of. He even let the first waves begin, let her almost feel the first wave of release begin...
Then he sent every tickling sensation she'd ever felt rushing to the front of her mind, but never once decreasing her desire!
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" She screamed, "PLEASE! NO! Ha!Ha!Ha!OOOOHHHUGHAHAHAHEEHEEHEEHOHONOOOO!!"
He leaned in close to her face now, like a lover, as if she weren't screaming at all, "Do you like this, mon chatouilleux cherie? Do you like being my dinner, miene kostlich Liebhaber? Think about it, my sweet Danielle, and tell me tomorrow."
With that, he opened the window and leapt on onto the street below, leaving her there in the most pleasurable torment of her life. If she were still sane tomorrow, he'd bring her back to his lair. If not, oh well.
Once on the street below he began hunting for a petit four.
Then he saw her. An obviously wealthy single woman exiting a limo and going into a club. Everything about her was golden. Her skin was tan, her hair was blonde, and she wore a skintight gold outfit. the kind fit only for clubbing. He walked up to the driver, pretending to be your average all American guy "Hey, pal. Whose the hot chick and when is she coming back out?"
The driver was obviously dead tired, "She's some debutante from the south, Her name's Gloria Stetson. She'll come out in her own sweet time." He rolled his eyes in disgust,"I've spent the day waiting for her."
David leaned in, "Kind of a brat, huh? You got a wife and kids at home?"
The older man nodded to both questions, his eyes barely open.
"Tell you what, my man. I'll make a deal with you. Let's teach her a lesson. Go on home to your family, and I'll see she get's back to wherever she came from." He met the man's tired eyes and easily planted in the suggestion, "Trust me."
The driver hesitated for an instant, but David tossed his driver's license in the window on his lap, "If she doesn't come home, you know who to blame it on. Just leave my license at the front desk." The driver nodded, relieved, "Thank you!", and drove off.
Seconds later, Gloria came out. David let her feel the anxiety for a while, then came up to the blonde beauty, sporting a southern accent "You lost, there mam? I hate to see a pretty woman all alone on these here streets. It's not safe for lovely ladies like yourself."
Gloria turned to look at him, an air of haughtiness about her, but her instinctive desire for something familiar overuled,"Oh! Thank heavens! I-I have no idea how to get back to The Plaza, and I don't even have enough money to hail a cab! The driver left with my purse in the car and it had my cell phone, so I'm completely stranded!"
"Well, now there, just slow down and take a breath. Let's begin with your name first? Mine's David.", he gave her his most charming smile, offering his hand, and she relaxed a little bit.
"My name is Gloria Stetson. I'm from Houston, visiting friends up here, but they weren't in the club..."
David scanned the club with his mind for any thoughts of Gloria and found three. They were heading towards the front, about to look for her. He had to get her out of here.
"Well, that just doesn't seem right to me, miss. But let's first get you back to your hotel.", he hailed a cab and helped her in.
Once in the car, he offered her his coat, and she kept it wrapped around her until they reached the hotel. He paid the cabby and walked her up to the front door.
She looked puzzled,"Why did you wave him on?"
David looked at the ground, "Well, see miss, I only had enough cab fare to get you here.", then he met her eyes,"But my mother always told me to take care of the ladies first."
Gloria's face brightened, "Well, I can't let you do that. Let me treat you to something." She led him towards the dining area, which he knew would be closed. Once there, an employee informed her that the only way she could get any food that evening would be to order room service.
David played his part perfectly,"Well, now. Seems to me that if you can get room service delivered to ANY room in a fine establishment like this place here, that a lovely lady shouldn't be expected to entertain a man she's just met in her room! Why can't she get room service down here? This is a 'room' isn't it?"
The employee kept insisting, and David grew more and more indignant, until people started noticing and Gloria was becoming embarrassed. Perfect.
She stepped forward, putting her hand on David's shoulder, "Please. It's not that big of a deal, David. I have a suite upstairs with a living room attached to it. We can enjoy ourselves there, and besides, I need to call my friends and let them know I'm okay."
David nodded, offered her his arm and led her down the hallway towards the elevators. Gloria was startled,"Have you been here before?"
"Just like any other tourist I suppose. But as far as staying here, naw. Frankly, I've never been very comfortable around five star anything, places to eat or sleep. To me Michelin is a tire company. It's weird to see it as something to boast about up here! Ha!Ha!"
Gloria laughed with him. He was refreshing. Her friends would understand. They'd all gone out hoping to pick up cute guys, and she'd nabbed one without even having to spend time in that loud, smoky place!
Once they got in her room, he pretended to be awed by the amenities of the place,"I can't believe all the things they thought of!"
She giggled, hanging up from calling her friends. They'd been happy for her, "Like what?"
"Well, like these silly little pillows. Now how is one supposed to sleep on a tiny thing like that?"
"Well, their pretty to look at I suppose..."
"No, I insist we discover a use for these here things!", he picked three of them up tossing them in the air, pretending to make a really bad attempt to juggle them, making sure all of them hit him on the head. It worked, she was having to bite her bottom lip to keep from laughing!
"Hot Dang! I've got it!", he shouted excitedly, his eyes dancing with mischief, "How about a pillow fight?"
She just looked at him with a huge grin on her face, "You've got to be joking! I haven't done that since I was a kid! Besides, I'm not dressed for something like that!"
He looked at her like a reprimanding school teacher,"And just when was the last time you had cookies and milk?"
"Uh, maybe 15 years ago, when I was ten."
"Well, that just won't do, will it? Tell you what, Gloria. Why don't you call room service up for cookies and milk, then go change into your pj's. I'll wait out here for the treats, I have enough money for a tip!"
"But..."
"But nothing! What's more appropriate anyway? Inviting a man up for a drink or for a glass of milk and cookies?"
"Well, I guess, if you put it like that. But, I really don't think I should change..."
"You're making me feel like I should be sport'n a tie the way you're dressed! So just consider it a courtesy to me, a way to make me feel more at home. In fact, I insist we eat picnic style here on the floor!", he pointed to the soft, thick, plush rug in the living room.
She couldn't argue with that, so she gave in, careful to lock the door behind her. A few minutes later the cookies and milk arrived, and she came out in a white pajama set with pink polka dots and pink socks. Too cute! She looked like a petit four...how thoughtful of her!
She nibbled on her cookies while he took his to the window and pretended to look out in amazement as he ground his with one swift motion into a powder that went right into the plant, then turning around, he grinned at her, careful to hide his fangs this time," Soooo, ready for that pillow fight?"
She stopped, mid-gulp, with her milk,"I thought you were joking..."
He advanced on up to her, folding his jacket neatly over a chair and kicking his shoes off,"Oh, but Gloria, I've never been more serious about anything in my life." he winked at her.
She was breaking out into that terrific grin again,"I -don't -think - so."
"Perhaps a little incentive would help?", he was on his knees in front of her now, fingers wiggling, "You wouldn't by any chance be ticklish would you, Gloria?"
"Oh!No!Ho!Ho!Ho!",Her eyes grew huge, and she giggled in spite of herself, trying to crawl backwards, but running into the sofa. So she was the kind that laughed even before an attack, was she? Glorious Gloria. Perfect Petit Four!
"You've got just one chance, Gloria.", He was smiling like an animal ready to strike,"Better grab a pillow, girl, or suffer the consequences!"
Gloria immediately jumped up on the chair, but she had to turn her back briefly to him to reach the pillow, thrusting her two pink stockinged feet in his face!
He ran a single finger down the sole of each one, heel to toe.
"Eeeek!Nohohohahaheehee!" The sound was wonderful to his ears.
She hurriedly pulled them away, and he let her, he even let her hit him with a pillow. But the second time she raised her arms to strike, he struck her armpits first! "Tickle, tickle, tickle, Gloria!"
"Nooooo!Ha!Ha!Hee!Hee!Hee!"
The he let her hit him twice again, and went for her waist. this time she went down on the floor, laughing hard, "Aaaahahahaheeheeheeoh!nononohahahaheeheehee!" Succulent. Absolutely succulent!
He drank it all in, each little burst of laughter the perfect petit four to a long evening meal! He let her get away several times to keep the "game" alive. Besides, he liked variety in his petit four assortment.
She'd raise her arms to strike and he'd tickle her armpits, she'd try crawling away and he'd get her feet, sometimes he'd even run a finger along the underside of her toes. "Tickle, tickle, tickle, Gloria!" Just saying the words seemed to drive her insane!
Then, she ran into her bedroom, jumping on the bed, tossing the little pillow aside and standing there ready for him.
"Oh, I get it!", he teased her, careful to keep a southern accent, "So you want to bring out the big guns now? In that case you haven't seen anything yet, honey!"
He jumped on the bed on all four, pretending to be an animal of some kind, letting her get in a few good hits, but making her work for it a bit. Then, he jumped onto her, bringing her down onto the bed and full out tickling her stomach and sides...
"Nooooohohohohohahahahaheeheeheeheehahahee!", she was such a wonderful sight, "Betcha wished you had a pillow now, my Glorious Gloria!"
Then, in the middle of her laughing frenzy, she reached up and pulled his face towards hers, and he let her kiss him passionately. He kissed her back, still running his fingers along her sides, making her laugh right into his mouth, it felt like bubbles going down, like downing champagne.
He kept it up until her kisses became more intense, and sometime during them, he took just the tiniest little drink, just enough to intoxicate her senses. Petit fours were always sweeter that way.
He pulled away from her gently then, looking down at her lovely countenance. They'd been at it for hours, and she was now exhausted, falling asleep...
"Dream of me, Gloria.", he shamelessly imprinted himself in her dreams, and she began giggling in her sleep. How sweet.
He withdrew then, leaving his name and number by the bedstand,"To my Glorious Gloria, I'll always be up for a 'pillow fight' whenever you're in the Big Apple! - Yours, David".
David quietly left her hotel room, then rode the elevator up to the top floor and went out the fire exit. He stood there for a while, breathing in the night air. He could still taste Gloria's laughter on his lips, her innocent desire to play still playing itself out in her dreams, and he could feel Danielle calling out to him. They would have to wait. He checked his watch. It was already two am, and he needed to find Linda before the night was out. She was the only one who knew all his tricks and still played along. That was the ironic twist of his fate, that he needed his prey's invitation into their worlds before he could feast...
He sniffed the wind, and caught the scent of his Lovely Linda. He was about to take off when he recognized a figure across the street on another rooftop, facing him.
Part 5: An After Dinner Drink
It was Jacqueline. She was an acquaintance of his that he'd known through the centuries. But she preferred the traditional cuisine for their kind. She spoke to him now, mind to mind...
"Hey there, stranger. Couldn't help but pick up on your thoughts. Geez, and you call me barbaric! At least mine don't feel anything but a brief second of bliss!"
"Oh, yeah?", he answered, "And just how many are left alive after that bliss has served its purpose?"
She was laughing outloud now, suddenly standing by his side, black hair blowing behind her and green eyes glistening, "Okay, okay, I'll hunt my way and you hunt yours. It's good to see you doing well, David."
He turned, offering her a malicious smile, "Perhaps I'll hunt you sometime, Darling, and we'll see who laughs last!"
"You just try and do that, David, darling!", She blew him a kiss and was off. A little too fast.
He chuckled to himself, and set off to find Linda.
He found her in a Club downtown. He didn't bother with the line to get in, just landed right beside her on balcony, grabbed a drink to blend in, and waited for her to notice him.
She turned, her smile growing at the sight of him, "At last! Some interesting company! Soooo, hot shot, how many poor defenseless creatures did you have your fill of tonight?"
"Oh, I'd say, only about 87 or so.", he looked down at her tiny figure, which only came up to his chest. He loved faking her out. She never knew when to take him seriously.
She punched him playfully in the arm,"Overeating won't help your figure!"
He laughed outloud at that one, "Oh, my lovely little Linda, if only you knew the kind of appetite I have!"
She hugged him close then, "Take me home, David. I'm tired. Take me to your place."
He squeezed her to his chest, his arm around her, and guided her up on the railing. Everyone else was so drunk no one noticed as they lifted off into the night.
Back home, he laid her gently on his bed and took his favorite tool with the golden handle, "I have a gift for you, Linda, my love. Remember how you said you wanted someone you could enjoy the way I enjoy you?"
She sat up on the bed, fully awake now, her knees drawn close to her chest, like a child eagerly waiting for Christmas morning.
David moved the long handled feather up and down her body, making her laugh. Linda was his pride and joy. He'd trained her to forget how to hold the laughter in a long time ago...
"Well, I think I found her."
"Where is she?", Linda was giggling louder now as he guided the feathers along the sides of her breasts, then down around her bellybutton.
"In the TriBeCa Grand hotel, waiting for us. We'll go see her tomorrow night, my Love, if you want her.", he kept trailing the feathers along every part of her sensitive skin as he spoke.
"I can't wait!"
David arched a reprimanding eyebrow a her, tapped into Danielle's current state and transferred the sensations to Linda. She fell backwards on the bed, her body shocked by the sudden onslaught of tickling and pleasure,"You better wait for me, my Lovely Linda, or you'll be trading places with her tomorrow night!"
He pulled Linda's squirming body next to him and just held her for a while, drinking her in like a fine cognac. Ahhhh. This was the life. Around four am he released her, but she still clung to him. She'd wait until 8:45 to get upstairs to work. She always did, and she was always late.
But tonight he would sleep, playing in his dreams alongside his newest prey, stealing their hearts as well as their minds....what fun it would be to see Linda at work on Danielle! After all, he needed her to do that so he could hunt down a certain female vampire tomorrow night in order to insure one very important thing for his survival...
...that he wouldn't be bored!
The End
