The day had been hot. Night had fallen and Amy Cooper was pretty sure she’d be overwhelmed with customers as soon as the Silver Bullet opened. Well, overwhelmed was a bit much…Harker Hill, Nevada, boasted a population of less than a fifty souls. And a good portion of them were under the legal drinking age.
While she didn’t count herself among the living souls of Harker Hill, she still counted herself as their prime source…their only source…for alcohol within the city limits and the best source of a good fuck for the men in town, married or otherwise. And, if she thought about it, the occasional woman looking for some variety in her life.
She’d learned a long time ago the secret to keeping them all happy was giving them good booze, a good time in bed, and complete and total discretion. There’d been more than one man who’d crossed her sheets that went home to his wife, hopefully happier, if just for that night.
All that attention to the men, with booze or sex, paid off for Amy. As the town’s resident vampire, it kept her in a constant supply of blood. No one needed to know her secret; they all just thought she was a nymphomaniac.
Amy was setting out cases of beer behind the counter when Luke walked in. She’d known Luke for a long time, since he was barely able to reach the bar to ask for a soda. She’d taken him to her bed on many occasions, to the great satisfaction of both of them. And she’d taken more from him than just a good time in the sack. Luke had the best blood she’d ever tasted and she’d known thousands over her lifetime. But he was the sweetest, in more ways than one.
She’d often thought…but never acted on it…about making him one of her own kind. It was a pleasant thought, knowing Luke would be there forever, as long as she was around. It was her one and only fantasy; to have him as a constant companion for all eternity.
Luke sat down in his usual spot, third stool from the end. Amy wandered down, setting a bottle of beer on the counter, along with a shot glass and a bottle of her best whisky.
“You’re a little ahead of the game, Luke. I’m not officially open for another, oh, twenty minutes or so.”
Amy leaned on the counter, giving Luke a good view down her low cut shirt. Luke was so fucking good in bed, able to get her so hot she could hardly stand it, and he knew it. It didn’t take more than a nod and a wink from him on a busy night to get her to toss her apron across the counter, tell Pete to watch the bar, and disappear with him into the back room. She’d be so wet by the time he yanked her jeans down, her panties would be soaked. He’d laugh every time, tease her about how many pair of underwear she went through every night.
And now, with almost a whole half hour before the rest of the town descended, they’d have time for more than just a quick standing fuck in the store room. They might even have time to actually get upstairs to her room and use the bed, might even get all their clothes off instead of just the necessary bits and pieces.
“You looking for something special? I’m open to all suggestions.” Amy leaned further over the counter, her breasts practically spilling out of her shirt. Flirting with him, even though they both knew where they were headed, was half the fun. Everything with him was so natural, so easy.
She saw Luke’s eyes travel over her body, down over the visible tops of her pale breasts, taking in the outline of her hard nipples thrusting against the tight material of her blouse. Amy had never felt the need to wear a bra. Immortal life meant never having to worry about sagging breasts. It also meant roaming eyes and hands from her customers. And she never grew tired of that.
“Yeah, actually, I do. You game?” He met her eyes, and she saw the passion she felt reflect there.
“Yeah…” She had her apron off in a heartbeat. “Pete…”
Pete was at the other end of the bar, fiddling with a hose for the cooler. He didn’t
While she didn’t count herself among the living souls of Harker Hill, she still counted herself as their prime source…their only source…for alcohol within the city limits and the best source of a good fuck for the men in town, married or otherwise. And, if she thought about it, the occasional woman looking for some variety in her life.
She’d learned a long time ago the secret to keeping them all happy was giving them good booze, a good time in bed, and complete and total discretion. There’d been more than one man who’d crossed her sheets that went home to his wife, hopefully happier, if just for that night.
All that attention to the men, with booze or sex, paid off for Amy. As the town’s resident vampire, it kept her in a constant supply of blood. No one needed to know her secret; they all just thought she was a nymphomaniac.
Amy was setting out cases of beer behind the counter when Luke walked in. She’d known Luke for a long time, since he was barely able to reach the bar to ask for a soda. She’d taken him to her bed on many occasions, to the great satisfaction of both of them. And she’d taken more from him than just a good time in the sack. Luke had the best blood she’d ever tasted and she’d known thousands over her lifetime. But he was the sweetest, in more ways than one.
She’d often thought…but never acted on it…about making him one of her own kind. It was a pleasant thought, knowing Luke would be there forever, as long as she was around. It was her one and only fantasy; to have him as a constant companion for all eternity.
Luke sat down in his usual spot, third stool from the end. Amy wandered down, setting a bottle of beer on the counter, along with a shot glass and a bottle of her best whisky.
“You’re a little ahead of the game, Luke. I’m not officially open for another, oh, twenty minutes or so.”
Amy leaned on the counter, giving Luke a good view down her low cut shirt. Luke was so fucking good in bed, able to get her so hot she could hardly stand it, and he knew it. It didn’t take more than a nod and a wink from him on a busy night to get her to toss her apron across the counter, tell Pete to watch the bar, and disappear with him into the back room. She’d be so wet by the time he yanked her jeans down, her panties would be soaked. He’d laugh every time, tease her about how many pair of underwear she went through every night.
And now, with almost a whole half hour before the rest of the town descended, they’d have time for more than just a quick standing fuck in the store room. They might even have time to actually get upstairs to her room and use the bed, might even get all their clothes off instead of just the necessary bits and pieces.
“You looking for something special? I’m open to all suggestions.” Amy leaned further over the counter, her breasts practically spilling out of her shirt. Flirting with him, even though they both knew where they were headed, was half the fun. Everything with him was so natural, so easy.
She saw Luke’s eyes travel over her body, down over the visible tops of her pale breasts, taking in the outline of her hard nipples thrusting against the tight material of her blouse. Amy had never felt the need to wear a bra. Immortal life meant never having to worry about sagging breasts. It also meant roaming eyes and hands from her customers. And she never grew tired of that.
“Yeah, actually, I do. You game?” He met her eyes, and she saw the passion she felt reflect there.
“Yeah…” She had her apron off in a heartbeat. “Pete…”
Pete was at the other end of the bar, fiddling with a hose for the cooler. He didn’t
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