"You may fight, but your body knows what it wants, Karen..." I chuckle, sliding my tongue inside her, finding and attacking her g-spot.
I stop, not wanting to interrupt. “Do you know who Hector is talking to?” I whisper to Clara. “He doesn’t seem to care for the conversation.”
Karen gasped, her body arching, a loud moan escaping her as she felt the tongue inside her. Her eyes shot wide open as she felt the tongue on her sensitive spot, a loud animalistic moan escaped her as her body shook as pleasure rocked her body. She gasped, she moaned, she coiled. Her clothes quickly were wet with her sweat, her skin taking darker shades as the blush spread over her body. Warwick could smell her excitement, could hear her heart thumping... and what's more he could feel the power he had over the woman. "Yhhmm~" A whimper escaped her as she finally came, her sex juices flooding his mouth as she started climaxing.
Clara glanced at Chloe and gave a slight shake, before looking back up, keeping her posture perfectly still as if she was an eighteen-century maid. After a few moments, Hector's face twisted with a snarl, words on the tip of his tongue, it seemed as if he was about to give a short retort - but then closed his mouth with irritation and quietly continued the conversation. Then, he looked at the cellphone with irritation before putting it away. He turned to the two women, not at all surprised to see them. "Something came up and I will be busy tonight." He started irritated as he made his way to the door, moving past them. "You are free to do what you want today... just stay away from your mortal contact in previous life and stay away from troubles." He turned to Chloe, stopping next to the door. Carla was already putting his coat on his shoulders.
Hector paused as he glanced at the maid. "That's... Not a bad idea." He nodded then turned to Clara. "You will assist my Childe tonight." He ordered, making the blond maid to bow her head. "As you command." She said, her voice carrying for a first time something else then coldness... Hector nodded and walked up to Chloe. He leaned forward and planted a kiss on her lips. "Have fun... And be careful." He said as he turned around and entered the elevator. Only when the doors closed behind him, did Clara straighten. She did not say anything, just kept standing next to Chloe, eyes almost closed.
Chloe smiled. She turned to the maid and looked at her with a kind expression one did not normally find on a predatory vampire. “Clara, quickly go change. That outfit won’t do outside the house.”
The maid frowned. But then nodded. She turned around and started leaving at the same time, she raised her skirt and Chloe realised that she grabbed an old German handgun that was hidden under the skirt. Before she reached the door, her maid dress was out, leaving her just in her lingerie. She returned after a couple of minutes wearing a coat, thighs and heels. Her opened coat showed a modest skirt, white shirt and jacket. She now looked like a model secretary... "I am ready, Miss Belovoa." The maid said as she stud in front of Chloe.
Chloe smiled. "Much better. Now, why don't you drive me to one of these light night department stores so I can expand my wardrobe? Then, after, we can get something to eat, perhaps even go dancing."
Clara bowed lightly, as she entered the elevator. She pushed the garage button. The Elevator stared slowly moving. There was a joke somewhere, about slow elevators, but it seemed to be lost on Chloe. And the Entire time, Clara did not make a single sound, not started a conversation, not showed any interest to connect anyway...
"So Clara," Chloe began awkwardly. "Do you leave the house much or spend all your time in the building?" Chloe looked at the woman, who appeared to be of a similar age but was around eighty to ninety years older. Why are you trying to save her? She was a terrible person and may still be. Only being bound to Hector is keeping her in line. Why must I try to redeem everyone?
The blond maid kept a respectful distance, her pose modest, eyes half closed. "I usually perform tasks at place, unless Master Hector" As she spoke the name of their sire, Clara shivered lightly, her voice breaking for a moment. "requires a task that would be done either at day or somewhere else. If he is busy, he also trusts me with doing small jobs." She explained. The elevator stopped, and the door opened. Clara led Chloe to the car - a modest looking Honda.
As they walked toward the car, Chloe kept the conversation going. “So you have no friends outside of Hector’s service? If you wanted, you and I could be friends. I, too, find myself cut off from everything and everyone I ever knew.” Chloe held her hand on the locked car door as she waited for the maid's next move.
Warwick doesn't stop, doesn't give her a break. He continues licking the beautiful blonde, forcing pleasure upon her in waves that can't be fought.
! The car light's blinked as it was unlocked. Carla paused then frowned. But she quickly schooled her face as she entered the car,. "I am sure that Miss Belovoa will find many 'acquaintances' among childer of night. Maybe even friends, in her coterie." Carla said as she started the engin after Chloe entered the car.
As a vampire, Wawrick realised he had far better control over his body. His coordination was also better, so it was easy for him to stimulate the blond teacher. The woman came as he played on her body, forcing her to climax after climax, orgasm after orgasm. The blond arched, her muffled moans soon became screams of pleasure. Was it after tenth or eleventh orgasm, that she finally started pleading~ "Ahh~ No! No more!" She all but pleaded him, her clothes drenched from her sweat her sheets covered with sex juices. Yet, the old professor wasn't even tired...
Chloe sat in silence, having been rebuffed by the maid. She doesn’t realize or, if she does, doesn’t care that I’m trying to preserve her life. “Perhaps I will. Please let me know when we have arrived,” Chloe said matter-of-factly as she buckled up.
Clara glanced at her- "Ofcourse, Miss Belovoa." She said as the car started moving. For a moment Chloe thought she saw a light smile on her lips, but as she turned, to get a better look, the maid's face was as expressionless as ever. As the car started driving, she turned on the radio. The soft tunes played lightly as the city light's moved behind the window. The two rode in surprisingly comfortable silence. The car stopped on lights to allow a couple of pedestrian to walk through the zebra crossing. Chloe could see three girls her age laughing and happily talking to each other, pointing at phone and chatting as they walked. One took a bite of bread, her face forming to the delight as she tasted it. She quickly run to join the group, speaking something to them. The lights changed, the car started moving again, leaving the group behind. Clara steered the car into the direction of large shopping mall. The car moved into the underground parking. As the hour was later, finding place to park was quite easy. Clara stopped and turned of the engine. "We will leave the car here. In case of emergency, you can sleep in the back, Miss Belovoa." Clara said as she got out of the car.
Chloe got out, her face a bit downtrodden. I used to love bread. Everything is different now—new friends, desires, and perhaps… enemies. “Do the shops stay open later for my kind? Or should I hurry with my selections?”
The car locked and Clara hid the keys. She started walking, the heels of her boots clicking on the pavement of the garage's pavement. "The shop is open the entire night." the ghoul said as she continued walking. The night was cold, but the chill did not affect Chloe. Clara, walked away from the hall, leading Chloe through side-streets After around ten minutes of walking, the two entered an elegant looking high-class shop. The prizes were something higher to what Chloe was used to. "Do you seek something specific? The owner takes commissions." Clara said. As Chloe looked around, she could not see the owner anywhere.
