After Hours: Black Lace Classics by Crystalle Valentino Page A

give him a thrill.’
    They went through to the hall, and Dani carefully positioned Venny beside her as she opened the door. Jamie stood there in full Bram Stoker regalia. Like the Dracula in Coppola’s film, he wore the stylish Victorian three-piece grey suit, the grey top hat and cane, the long dark wig and teensy blue sunglasses, which were pushed down his nose.
    ‘Wow, you look great,’ said Dani, and wiggled her tits at him. She put an arm around Venny’s naked waistand eyed Jamie challengingly. ‘Don’t you think we look great too? We’re Dracula’s sexual slaves, his houris. Your houris , Jamie. We’ll do whatever you want. Just name it.’
    Jamie managed to pull his eyes away from their exposed breasts long enough to look down at the front of his trousers, where the effect they were having on him was obvious.
    ‘A blow job?’ he suggested hopefully.
    ‘Sorry, we haven’t time right now.’ Taking Venny with her, Dani stepped out into the corridor, gently pushing Jamie back at the same time. The lift was clanking up and down busily and there were other people out here now, ghouls and lawyers in straitjackets and black-caped vampires. Several of them stared with interest at the two women and their revealing costumes.
    ‘And why do they call them blow jobs?’ wondered Dani aloud, crossing the hall to ring the doorbell of the opposite flat. ‘You don’t ever blow down a penis, do you? You suck. They ought to be called suck jobs.’
    ‘A suck would do,’ said Jamie as his eyes lingered on Venny’s nipples.
    Dani gave him a teasing glance and gave his tumescent cock a friendly squeeze. ‘Venny’s already had one. I sucked her nipples to make them stand up. Don’t they look terrific?’
    ‘They do,’ said Jamie, transfixed.
    Everyone in the corridor was now staring at her naked, aroused tits. Venny felt colour flood up over her throat and into her cheeks and a little shiver of excitement went through her. Her cunt throbbed brieflyand she was suddenly glad that Dani had talked her into this. Her own behaviour seemed to her outrageous, but it also felt like the hottest, sexiest thing she had ever done. Instead of hiding her female bounty as she had earlier felt inclined to do, she thrust the big globes out and let them all look. Including the tall angular man dressed all in white who had just stepped out of the lift in company with two asylum guards in square helmets. Heartbeat accelerating, Venny recognised him, his spiked dark hair, his blue, blue eyes that were burning like cold fire as they stared at her tits.
    The door to the flat was thrown open at Dani’s ring, and they all surged inside. The woman who opened the door had very long red hair, a face full of freckles, grey eyes. She wore a somewhat tremulous smile above a standard victim-virgin outfit – a white silk gown cut low over very large breasts. Venny felt momentarily outclassed as they all surged inside, avidly looking around, air-kissing their hostess, showering her with bottles of wine and bouquets of cut flowers.
    ‘Wow,’ whispered Dani in her ear, ‘who is that?’
    Without waiting for any sort of a reply, Dani shot away across the room to meet the man who was slouched upon a copy of Dali’s famous red lips couch. Venny looked around eagerly at the rest of the furnishings. The flat was different from theirs in that the sitting room led straight off the front door without a hallway in between. All the colours in here were vivid and primary, and there was the whiff of new pine flooring and paint.
    In this riotous mix of colours the man in black, slouched as if exhausted by sexual excess, stood out like a beacon. And Venny had to admit that Dani’s interest was more than justified.
    ‘Hello, I’m Flora,’ said the redhead as she air-kissed Venny. She glanced over her shoulder and her mouth twisted in a mixture of amusement and irritation. ‘And that’s Caspar, my husband. Busy doing nothing, as usual. Do help yourself to a