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It was a Saturday evening and Halloween. My buddy Lloyd and I had driven from Seattle to Vancouver Canada to party. It was Lloyd's idea. We went to the top hotspot in the city called, "Night Moves". The inside was decorated with shinny chrome and glass. Music thumped as people danced on the black and white marble dance floor. Some people were wearing wild costumes. But as usual I wound up with drink guard duty, while ladies asked Lloyd to dance. I watched him dance with a lady dressed as a French maid and muttered his words, "You're going out this weekend. We're going to party. I'm not taking no for an answer. Right…" When he came back to the table I said, "You guard now." He chuckled as I left to walk around the club.

As I went through the club, I came across a table with a lady sitting alone with the same expression on her face that I had watching drinks. She had long and thick flaming red hair. It accented her full red lips and high cheekbones. However, a guy at the table next to her was trying to engage her in conversation. Judging by her reaction, she was not thrilled but was being polite. Our eyes met. "Save me!" she mouthed.

I pointed to the dance floor. She nodded and met me at there. Her figure was that of a femal bodybuilder. She wore a black latex bodysuit. It had a high collar with a halter top. A deep V plunge at the base of the collar showed off her cleavage. Wide gold bicep cuffs adorned her arms. Two wide gold bangles dangled from her left wrist. I looked down at her bare feet as she stepped out of a pair of platform thongs. They were patent leather and ruby red. I noticed her fingernails and toenails were polished to match her sandals. She smiled at me and showed a pair of fangs among her pearly white teeth.

Her eyes were green and catlike.

"Thank you for saving me. But please tell me you don't play the accordion or you're a big time Xbox gamer that lives in his mother's basement. I can't believe how many guys here are like that!"

"Nope neither, but I can sing." I chuckled.

She looked over my outfit. I had on a black silk suit with a black shirt, black silk tie and black eel skin cowboy boots. "Are you dressed up as a crooner?"

"No I'm supposed to be a spy. But my homeboy who came with me says I look more like a hit man with my sunglasses on." I put on my sunglasses.

She tilted her head, "With your clean shaven head and goatee, I can see that".

"Your costume is great. Who are you dressed as?"

"I'm Morgana, queen of the night." Just then "Sharp dress man" by ZZ Top began to play. She reached up to me and creased the lapels to my suit coat. "The perfect song to dance by with a man dressed like you" she purred.

She was light on her feet. Her moves were fluid and graceful. I looked down at her toes as she whirled around me. Then she stopped with her back toward me and shimmied. My eyes locked on to the thong bottom of her bodysuit.

"How did you get in here with that thong?" I asked.

"Cause, I can" she shot back.

I came up behind her, placed my hands on her hips, and guided letting our hips rock together. Then I kept my finger tips inches from her body and outlined it. She turned and kept the rocking motion but her fingers outlined my face.

"You're a very good dancer" she said.

One dance turned into many. I thought of asking her back to my hotel as she settled in my arms to a slow song. I leaned in close to her ear and sang in a smooth baritone, "You know that I… girl I love to satisfy. You'll feel alright before this night is through!"

"Mmmmm I believe you!" she whispered.

We finished dancing. As we neared her table the guy she was trying to avoid was still sitting at the table next to hers. Her shoulders drooped as she sighed, "I need a favor from you".

"What?"

"Will you stay around and keep that guy next to my table from bugging me about his accordion playing?"

"Not a problem."

I took as seat between her and the guy. He noticed her attention was completely focused on me. She crossed her legs and dangled her sandal from her foot. I gazed down at her feet. When I looked up she had a smirk on her face and winked an eye.

"So, my hit man dance partner, what's your name?"

"Curtis and your name isn't Morgana is it?"

"It's Lavada."

"How did you come up with her?"

"Morgana is one of my characters. I draw her. I'm the owner of an adult comic publishing company." She paddled her sandal against her foot and I looked.

"Morgana usually goes barefoot. But I decided to wear my favorite sandals with this costume. So what do you do Curtis?"

"I'm a computer consultant. I specialize in networks and security."

"Really… I should have you look at mine."

"Anytime" I replied. The guy at the next table moved on. We both watched him leave with his friends.

"Thank you! I thought he would never leave."

"Hey no biggie, but I could use a favor. Could you give me a ride back to my hotel?"

"Where are you staying?"

"Downtown at the Pan Pacific" I replied and pointed over at Lloyd who was dancing. "See the tall black guy that looks like a model on the floor dancing with the blond lady in the Supergirl outfit? That's Lloyd. He and I drove up from Seattle, but took a cab over here. But from what I can see. It looks like he may be getting a ride back later."

"You're right he has a ride back to your hotel later. Supergirl is my friend Joyce, who talked me into coming out. But I'll be glad to drive you back to your hotel or you can come home with me." She flashed a sly grin.

"Accompanying a beautiful lady like you home… how could I refuse?"

"Okay it's settled. You ride home with me and I'll get you back to your hotel later."

Lloyd and Joyce came to the table. After introductions, the ladies went to the restroom. Lloyd leaned over to me, "Say man the lady is going to take me home with her, but said she would drop you off at the hotel".

"I'm cool", I answered and nodded toward Lavada.

"Hey alright!" he smiled. "Aren't you glad I talking you into going?"

"This time Homeboy, I have to say yes." He and I touched fists.

The ladies returned. They each looked at us and said, "Let's leave". Lavada and I stopped at the coat check room where she picked up her black velvet cape. I held it for her as she wrapped herself in it. As she walked toward the exit, I watched her cape flow and her sandals flap against her bare soles. A quiver went through me from the sight. She looked over her shoulder at me and winked.

We waited for the valet to get Lavada's car. It was not long before a black Aston Martin DBS roared to a stop in front of us.

"That's a sweet ride!" I said. "Wonder who is driving that?"

"Thanks" replied Lavada as she walked to the driver's side.

"This is you?" I asked. Then I thought, what did I do right tonight? Except for the accordion player nobody was talking to her. I'm glad I did.

"Yeah, get in" she said. I could feel the eyes of club patrons stare as I got inside her car. Before she got inside Lavada looked over at Joyce and said, "I'll call you later Sunday about the new characters in the next issue."

"Okay Boss" she answered.

Lavada looked at me, "Joyce is my assistant."

The rich black leather interior of Lavada's car smelled like new. I buckled in my seatbelt. She put the car in gear and we sped off. I looked around. "I'm in the wrong line of work. Publishing adult comics has been good to you".

"I'm an heiress. Daddy and mommy left me a lot of money. My publishing is one of my favorite things. I love to create, draw, and run the business. I have to say it has been quite lucrative. As a matter of fact this evening has inspired me to add a new character for the next Morgana series. The idea of her meeting a hit man and teaming up with him came to me as we were sitting."

"The hit man based on… me?"

She looked at me out the corner of her eye, raised her eyebrow, and grinned, "Maybe".

"That make-up job you got for your vampire costume… looks real! Whoever made you up did a great job."

"Thanks".

It was not long until we were out of the downtown area and cruising up winding roads to a neighborhood that was on a hill top. Lavada's house was a large contemporary style home. Small flood light dotted the house and the landscape.

The inside of her home was decorated with warm earth tones. Small lights cast a soft golden glow throughout the house. She took off her cape and hung it in the entry closet. Then she took my coat and hung it. Her fingers reached and loosened my tie. I took it off. She put it with my coat. When she turned around I held her chin and we kissed. My thumb traced her cheek, "You're beautiful" I whispered. She blushed then we kissed again.

"Let me show you the house," said Lavada as she led me to the living room. It had large pane glass windows with an unobstructed view of the bay, mountains, and city. I held her as we viewed the twinkling lights of downtown Vancouver as they shimmered off the bay with the mountains as a background.

"Beautiful view" I said.

"All the rooms have a view. I love looking at the views at night" she added. My finger traced the edge of her bodysuit above her bare thigh. "The night view… soothes me" she added with a slight tremble in her voice. "Would you… like a glass of champagne?"

I kissed her on the neck, "Love one".

She went toward the kitchen, but on the way picked up a remote and turned on some music. A soft muffled trumpet wailed along with the deep vibes of a bass. In an instant she returned with a golden tray. On it was a small bottle of champagne in a golden ice bucket, two long crystal flutes, and a small golden bowl with large strawberries. I helped her sit the tray down and popped the cork to the champagne. As I poured us each a flute, Lavada slipped her sandals off and sat on the couch.

As we enjoyed the champagne and strawberries, Lavada eased her feet into my lap. Reflex action had my hands massaging one of her feet. She tilted her head, "Oh…that feels so good!" she moaned. My fingers began to massage her other foot. Her eyes closed. "Your hands are strong, but gentle I like that."

I raised her foot and my lips planted light kisses on the tips of her toes. Lavada gave me her other foot. "I love that!" She whispered as I kissed all of her toes. "It's been so long since I've had my feet kissed." As I began to kiss her soles she took down her feet." I haven't shown you the upstairs. We can finish our champagne in my bedroom" she said in a hush.

I took the tray and followed her upstairs. Her bedroom was large and lavish. The room had dark hardwood flooring and a fireplace. A king size bed that was covered with a thick emerald green satin bedspread was the centerpiece of the room. It had a wall of large cream colored velvet pillows that were neatly arranged against the headboard.

I sat next to her on the edge of the bed and gave her a flute. She took a sip and sighed, "I better get this out in the open before you find out the hard way."

My mind raced with different scenarios. Things were perfect up to this point and the last thing I needed was a husband crashing in or very jealous boyfriend, "Find out what?"

She bit her bottom lip then looked at me. "I'm a vampire."

"That's funny." I chuckled, "There are no such things as vampires."

"That's what we want people to think Curtis. Vampires are everywhere you just don't know it." From my expression, she could tell I needed more convincing. "I'll prove I'm a vampire."

"How are you going to do that?"

"The mirror across the room shows my reflection so… I break that rule. But I can move very fast."

"Yeah… I used to play pro football so can I and..."

"Bet you're not faster than me."

Just then I felt a tap on the back. I looked around and saw Lavada wearing a sassy grin. "How did you get there?" I asked.

"How did I get where?" she asked setting next to me.

"You were right behind me."

"Was I?" I next saw her leaning against the fireplace sipping from her flute. She flipped a switch and lit a flame in the fireplace. She walked over and stood in front of me. "Watch me. Don't take your eyes off me" she ordered. Lavada closed her eyes and her shoulders relaxed from a deep breath. Suddenly a pair of large black bat wings stretched open from her back. "How many girls do you know can grow wings?" The next thing I knew she was sitting next to me again. Her wings were gone. Her feet rested onto my lap. "Believe me now?"

My heart sank. The thought of being done in by a vampire in the wee hours of the morning the day after Halloween shook me. "I'm dinner", I muttered.

Her soft voice broke my thought, "Curtis you're not here for my dinner or a midnight snack. Plus I didn't do all that to prove I'm a vampire to bite you. You could have easily found out the hard way by me plunging my fangs into your neck when we were kissing." She gently rubbed her feet together. "What I want from you… your blood won't satisfy. I'm still a woman. I promise I won't bite you."

An image of Lloyd being bitten by a vampire Supergirl flashed in my head. "What about Joyce your assistant?

"She's human. Your friend is safe, but she knows I'm a vampire."

I suddenly realized my fingers were stroking her feet. I stopped. She looked at my hands, "Why did you stop? I love that!"

"But the vampire chicks in the movies always say they won't bite and then they do."
"Forget what you have seen in those things. Besides you've seen to many Dracula movies" she giggled. My fingers began to rub her feet again, but this time my cock started to harden. One of her big toes tapped it.

"You're beginning to trust me".

"Yeah but…"

"But not all the way" she sighed. "What can I do to take away your worries?" She looked around the room then snapped her fingers, "I know." She got up and walked across the room to a dresser. On top of the dresser was a jewelry box. It was covered with dark blue velvet. She came back with it and sat next to me. Then she opened the box. Inside was a pair of shinny handcuffs and a big toe cuff.

The key to the cuffs was on a gold chain. She gave it to me and I put it around my neck. After that she took the handcuffs and gave them to me. Then she turned her back toward me. "Cuff my wrists." She added with a snicker, "Just don't catch my hair in the cuffs".

I moved her long hair to the side and noticed two slender tribal tattoos between her shoulder blades. "Nice tattoos on your back" I said as I snapped the handcuffs. "Thanks, but the tattoos camouflage my wing slits. I'll tell you a secret. If you lick my wing slits… that drives me almost as crazy as kissing my feet." She bounced around to face me and held her legs up. "Now cuff my big toes." After I did she rolled onto the bed, "I'm completely at your mercy. Are your worries gone?" She smiled. Her fangs glistened and there was a twinkle in her eyes.

I rolled Lavada on her side and kissed then licked over her wing slits. "Answer your question?"

She shuddered, "Yes!"

My tongue continued to trace along her wing slits. Her breathing got short as it brushed over the soft flap of skin. I paused, got undressed, then knelt and kissed her finger tips. I took each of her finger tips between my lips and sucked. My cock was ridged. I placed it in her hands. She moaned as her fingers caressed it.

I looked down at her round heels and toes. I could not help myself and showered them with kisses. Her feet had the subtle smell of jasmine and vanilla. The scent enchanted me as my tongue swirled up and down her soles. Lavada's sighs and moans grew louder with each flick of my tongue. I sat at the foot of the bed.
She rolled onto her back, raised her legs up, and offered me her feet. "Don't stop!" she pleaded.

I noticed her eyes were not green and catlike, but were glazed over white with small pink specks.

"What's with your eyes?"

"That's how you would have found something different about me. My eyes show my emotions. When I'm angry or fearful they glow red. But when I'm aroused they turn white and glow with soft specks of pink." She groaned as my tongue traced under her toes. "I was hiding it downstairs, but the way you were kissing my feet. I couldn't any longer I had to tell you." Her toes curled. My tongue snaked over and between the wrinkles in her soles.

I kissed on her body up to her neck. The scent of her perfume filled my nose as I kissed her neck. I unbuttoned her collar. My tongue stroked her neck before I kissed around her ear and in a soft moan said, "The smell of your perfume… I love it!"

I pulled down her bodysuit and bared her full round breasts. Her nipples were long and erect. My tongue played with her nipples before I sucked them. She began tremble. Then I took her bodysuit down to her legs. I removed the toe cuff then finished undressing her. She spread her legs.

Lavada's pussy was clean shaven. I gently licked her drenched and swollen labia. She let out a soft hiss as my tongue delved between its folds. "Oh…she's come out to play!" she groaned as her clit awakened. A mild orgasm made her shudder. I let the tip of my tongue flick against her clit before I clasped it between my lips. My hands held her hips as I sucked it, but Lavada still writhed.

"I'm coming!" she whined in a husky voice. Her body jerked and she cried out in rapture.

I positioned myself on top of her and sank my cock deep inside her pussy. "Just what I need, you feel so good inside me!" she swooned. "Hold me!" I cradled her in my arms and beheld her beauty as she grew closer to her moment of ecstasy. Our sensual energy flowed and melded us as our moved hips in rhythm like we had danced earlier. Lavada surrendered to another orgasm.

I felt myself on edge. She wrapped her legs around me. Her hips pushed. The rush from my release petrified me. I called out her name. It was then I heard a faint pop. I felt her fingers rubbing over my back before she wrapped her arms around me. "Oh yes, Baby I'm here!" she groaned.

Our afterglow faded into the warmth of the fireplace light as we spooned. I held Lavada in my arms. "That was so magical!" she said. I kissed her shoulder. My fingers twirled a lock of her red silky hair. She purred, "You've gotten comfortable with me". I took off the handcuff key from around my neck and gave it to her. She took the cuffs off.

"I should have known those things wouldn't hold you. You could have gotten out of those toe cuffs too."

"Yes. But I also liked being cuffed and at your mercy. I should add your blood type tastes nasty to me."

"You know my blood type?"

"Yes, when we were slow dancing I smelled your blood and your expensive cologne. My senses are razor sharp. I can smell your blood. I can hear your heart beat and your blood running through your veins. You're type B negative. To me it leaves a bad aftertaste…yuck! By the way I love that cologne on you."

"I taste nasty! That's a switch." We both laughed at my comment.

Her toes fluttered over my shins before her soles stroked them. Their touch was soothing and made me quiver. "Your feet… they're so soft!" I managed to say.

"I'm glad you like my feet." She kept rubbing her soles against my shins. "I'm very fussy over my hands and my feet, but especially my feet. I'll be in Seattle in a couple of weeks for business. I would love to get together again." I closed my eyes for a moment and felt the rush that her soles were creating in my cock. "I'll pack my favorite sandals and be barefoot. I'll also have a nice shade of red on my toes. If you like." she whispered.

I pressed my lips into her shoulder, "I would like that, let's get together. But you can just go barefoot for me too".

"I can do that. I love being barefoot." Lavada rolled me over on my back. She kissed over my chest then down toward my legs. Her lips found my cock. She kissed it and then her tongue traced around it before she took a long slow lick up to the tip. Her lips wrapped around my cock. I watched her head bob up and down. Then I felt her tongue swirl around it. Lavada savored my cock like she was enjoying a Popsicle.

She slinked on top of me and teased my cock by rubbing her swollen nether lips over its tip. "I got… so… wet when you held me and sang in my ear at the club. I knew then I had to… have you!" Her hips rolled and inched my cock inside her. "Just relax… I'll do everything this time." Her voice was hypnotic. She smiled and kissed me. I felt the walls of her pussy flex against my cock.

I pulled my legs up and reached for her ankles. "My feet… you can't get enough of them… huh?" she purred. Then she leaned back against my legs as held her feet over my face. I kissed her heels before my tongue lightly brushed her soles. "You inside me and your tongue on my soles are driving me crazy." She arched her back, dropped her head, and came. But her orgasm shook me and I came with her.

Lavada lay in my arms for a few moments before she got up from the bed. She sashayed into her closet and came out wearing a long burgundy lounging dress. It had high slits up the sides and flowed when she walked.

"Pretty dress." I said with a sly grin.

"Thank you… I better pack this for Seattle."

"It wouldn't hurt."

"Now I have to get you back to your hotel like I promise and get back here before daybreak."

The drive to my hotel from Lavada's house was short. As we sat in her car in front of the hotel, we kissed.

"Thank you for an enchanting evening" she beamed.

"Thank you… but you better get going. Daybreak isn't long from now. I'll call you when I get back home."

"I'll be okay, but you're right."

I watched her car as it zoomed off down the street. Then I mused about the evening as I went back to my room. Part of me still could not believe I had made love to a vampire.

I went to bed, but after a couple hours I was awakened by a knock on the door. I first thought Lloyd had lost his key. Then I heard, "Room Service". I opened the door and saw a waiter with in a large Continental Breakfast setup on a cart.

"Waiter I didn't order this. There must be some mistake."

"It is compliments of Miss Morgana. You're Mister Curtis the hit man?"

"Yes."

"This is no mistake sir."

"She is so funny" I chuckled. "By all means bring it in" I said to the waiter.

As the waiter left, Lloyd staggered into the room. I poured myself a cup of coffee and grabbed an apple fritter. He sat on his bed. "Man! All night with Joyce." he puffed. "She wants to hook up again when she comes to Seattle in a couple of weeks."

"Judging by how you look… better hit the gym Homeboy."

"Funny!" He spotted the breakfast. "Cool…food! He poured himself a cup of coffee and took a cinnamon roll. Then he asked, "Hey what happened with you and Joyce's friend? She had a sweet ride!"

I smirked, "You wouldn't believe me even if I told you".