Blue Bergeron (bluestreak) wrote in tiberiusswann, @ 2010-09-22 22:20:00 |
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Entry tags: | blue, jason |
Friday August 8th 2008
Who: Blue and Jason
What: Learning to Feed
Where: A feeding den in Danvers
When: Evening
Rating: R
Blue had to think a lot about where she was gonna take Jason. He was trusting her to pick someplace, and he wasn't going to complain about it so she wanted to find somewhere that he would love, so he would trust her more in the future. Despite what Jason said, Blue knew he didn't trust her, not fully. It made sense though, because Jason had grown up without someone to trust. Blue hoped that he would trust her someday. She could be a real stand up guy when she tried to be.
Putting on a nice shapely pair of dark jeans and a well fitting but not too tight green tank top, Blue looked modest and adorable. Her red hair and bright blue eyes seemed to pop, making her look young but also ageless, like a doll. Skipping her way to Jason's room in her sneakers, she found the door locked, and pouted. For a second. Picking the lock quickly with a hair pin, she let herself into his room and sat down on his bed, looking about. She'd brought an emery board with her because he had said he'd be in the shower, and she had already snooped through his room before so there was nothing new to see. Filing away, she hummed, waiting for Jason to come back.
Jason had figured that Blue would try to sneak into his room, so he'd locked the door. Though knowing her as he did, he didn't count on it keeping her out. So instead, he gathered his clothes and took them to the bathroom with him. In fifteen minutes from signing off AIM he was out of the shower and mostly dry. A couple minutes later, he was dressed except for his shoes. The slacks he wore were loose in the legs but made the most of his - ahem - assets and the dark blue button down shirt made him feel both dressed up enough for wherever the little vamp wanted to take him, but casual enough to be comfortable. Heading out of the bathroom, gel in his hair, he grinned and shook his head. Of course she was on his bed.
"Hey there, Blue." She really was bad at respecting what people asked of her, but Jason wasn't upset. Moving to his dresser, he pulled out a pair of black socks to go with his shoes and sat on a chair across from her to finish dressing. "Have any problems with the lock?"
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"Nope!" she grinned happily. The lock had been a piece of cake, simple as pie. Her nails looked lovely and smooth, long enough to scratch a boy's back to his satisfaction. Putting her emery board on his bed, she scooted to the edge of the bed, her little legs swinging over the edge. "You look really pretty," she told him, looking him over as he put on his shoes. "Blue is such a handsome color on you. And Blue is such a pretty girl to have on your arm." She grinned, giggling a little at her own pun.
"So, are you ready? I'm excited, this is gonna be fun!" She bounced a little, eager and anxious a little.
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Jason nodded, quickly tying his shoes and setting his feet on the floor. It figured that she wouldn't have any problem with basic locks. Maybe he should mention to someone about that, just for security purposes. It couldn't hurt right?
Rolling his eyes at her pun, which he should have expected, Jason looked around for his wallet, cell phone and keys. All were quickly found and settled into the appropriate pockets. No jacket was needed, since it was still nice out. "Yeah, I think I'm ready." Coming to his feet, Jason waited for Blue to rise. "So you gonna tell me where we're going?"
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Hopping off the bed, Blue grinned up at him, her smile wide and genuine. "You look ready. And you'll know where we're going when we get there, Mr. Impatient. You're supposed to trust me, remember?" Slipping her arm around his, she followed him out into the hallway, a spring in her step.
"So, um, you're gonna have to drive. Unless we call in a limo service, which we could do. Limos are always nice. And they have minibars!"
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Jason grinned and shook his head. He trusted Blue, to a point. She hadn't really done anything to hurt him yet, just tried to help in her own weird way. Still, she was sweet. Briefly, he hoped they'd grab dinner on the way out. He'd gotten tied up at the gym and hadn't grabbed anything to eat yet.
"I can't afford a limo, so I'll drive." Pulling out his car keys, he locked the door behind him, as much good as it would do against lock pickers. Easily, he moved down the hallway and headed outside with her to his car.
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Silly boy! Blue would have paid for a limo, she could definitely afford it. But truth be told, she liked riding in Jason's truck. There was just something so comfortable about it, like he was just some normal boy, and she was just some normal girl, and they were doing normal things. His truck was bouncy and fun and it felt naughty, like she was a renegade. Jason made her feel free.
Tugging his arm, Blue wrapped it around her shoulders, her small arm encircling his waist. Her head only came up to his shoulder, but she didn't mind. He made her feel safe because he was so strong. She was quiet all the way outside to his truck, unusual for her. She was thinking, and when she thought she couldn't talk too.
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Jason didn't mind the silence. He thought Blue was trying to figure out a way to give him directions to wherever they were going without giving away the destination. It was going to be funny. He let her tug his arm around his shoulders, pulling her cooler body against his own. Vampires really didn't retain much body heat, which was part of the reason he ignored his second side. He had a pulse.
Unlocking the doors, Jason escorted Blue to her side and opened the door for her, always the gentleman. Once she was seated, he dashed around the cab to the driver's side, climbed in and buckled up. "Where to?"
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Jason was such a gentleman, a rare gem in the midst of ugliness that was the vampire race. Though to be fair, he was only half, but still. The lycans were not much better. They were crude, and rough and rarely opened doors. It was just their nature. Sliding into her seat, Blue breathed deep the scent of the truck, its familiarity. It smelled like Jason, a funny half smell. Peculiar, but nice. As he climbed in beside her, she smiled at him, hands clasped in her lap.
"You need to head downtown," she said. "Well, a little before downtown, but that's the general direction. We're looking for a club called 'Red Diamonds'. It's all flashy and bright, you won't miss it."
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Jason considered himself both lucky and cursed, having been blessed by the strengths of both races and damned by their weaknesses. So in truth, he could be twice as strong, but twice as vulnerable. It was a unique position to be in and inconvenient at the best of times. Jason liked the scent of his truck. The worn leather of the seats mixed with the bitter tang from oil and gas and the earthy scent of home that still club to his cab. In the midst of it all, death and flowers came through in the light, teasing fragrance that was Blue. He was coming to like that scent, and to trust it.
"Downtown," he nodded, starting the engine. "I'm guessing Danvers, not Boston?" The club didn't ring a bell with him, so he'd follow directions until he saw it. Pulling out of the parking lot, he headed down the road.
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
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"Danvers, yes," she nodded. "I didn't think we wanted to go too far on such short notice. Maybe you had someplace to be later tonight, or something." She shrugged, as though the thought of him having other plans after spending time with her was no big deal.
As they drove, she scooted a little closer to him on the bench seat, as close as the stick shift and seatbelt would allow her. "Do you trust me?" she asked him softly, her eyes facing forward. It was a heavy question, one last chance for her to change her mind, for him to change his mind without him knowing what he was changing.
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Jason shrugged. He'd been hanging out with old school mates from Boston for most of the summer, but they hadn't made any plans for tonight. "Nope. I'm free all night." He signalled to make a turn, taking a shortcut to the city.
Glancing to Blue, his expression turned a bit worried. Normally, that was the question someone asked when they knew they were going into a situation that may not have been the best. Still, he had promised that he wouldn't complain, and saying he didn't trust her would be tantamount to complaining. Which wouldn't exactly be truth either. He didn't not trust her, he just wasn't sure he trusted her completely. The only thing he could do at this point was shut his mouth and just agree. "Sure, Blue."
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The idea that Jason was all hers tonight made Blue giddy inside, warming up her tummy. She liked when she didn't have to share, when a boy was all hers. She liked not having a time limit on things. That way you could take your time, enjoy the moments, indulge herself in the evening. And where they were going required indukgence indeed. Little girls weren't supposed to go to places like the one where she was taking Jason, but... Maybe daddy would understand. She just got bored easily, and she needed excitement, adventure. That had been why daddy chose her, after all. Because she was unique, and wild. And if she didn't have sex tonight, and kept her clothes on, surely daddy would not mind too much.
She could sense the unease in Jason, and it was one of the few moments in her life when Blue did not immediately try to brush away the uncertainty. Jason seemed to understand the severity of her question with his silence, and was giving it proper thought. When he did answer, she smiled. 'Sure' was the equivilent to 'not really', at least in her experience. 'Sure I would like some more' really meant 'I don't, but I don't want to be rude to you'. Sure was a placation. Blue was used to being placated. But the fact that Jason had said yes was indication that he at least wanted to trust her, even if he didn't quite yet. "Good," she smiled, nudging him her shoulder. "I think you'll have fun tonight. At least I hope so. There will be boobs. Oh there it is, turn in there!!" She pointed out the driver's side window, arm across his chest. The sparkling, tacky lights were just calling for her, a blazing glory in the night.
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Jason could almost smell her disappointment from when he gave her his answer. It smelled almost like flowers that had been crushed underfoot. But just as soon as he scented it, it was gone. So maybe she wasn't too upset by his response. He could work with that.
Chuckling as she practically leaned across him to point it out, Jason signalled and turned into the parking lot. "A strip club?" He wasn't upset. Hell, he was turned on a bit. Considering Blue's change recently into being more of a 'good girl' than the person he was used to, this was an unexpected surprise. Unexpected, but not unwelcome. Parking the truck, he climbed out and rounded the cab to help Blue. Maybe this wouldn't be such a crazy night after all.
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Blue sat patiently as Jason came around to let her in, her hands in her lap. She was going to be a good girl, damnit, because daddy was expecting her to be. And she wanted to please him more than anything, more than she wanted to have fun and be a bad girl. However, the mind was always more willing than the body, which gave in to its urges regardless of the mind's strength.
Sliding out into the parking lot (taking Jason's hand, because it was very high up), Blue straightened herself out before taking his arm again. "I thought I would pick someplace that I knew you would like, and someplace that I would be familiar with." She had been to plenty of strip clubs, especially this kind of place.
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Jason had been to a few strip clubs here and there. A guy couldn't live in Boston, be a brother and not go to one once in awhile. As far as he knew, this was just the average strip club. Though knowing Blue, it was highly possible it catered to women and not men so that there'd be more guys in sparkly g-strings than girls. But whatever. As long as there were a couple sets of boobs, he'd be a happy man. "Thanks, I appreciate it."
Leading Blue to the door, Jason reached for his wallet to pay the cover charge. Swanky places like this generally had a cover, right?
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Blue had her ID ready, plus her forged but very authentic looking doctor's note saying that Blue suffered from Ullrich-Turner Syndrome, or the disease that makes it look like you don't age. How lucky that there was such a thing, because she definitely didn't pass for 21. Girls got in free, but Jason had to pay to let his oogling gaze past the burly, undead bouncer. The guy was clearly a vampire, he didn't even have to bare his fangs for Blue to know that. She wondered if Jason could tell, since he was only half vampire. Giving the guy a huge, girly grin, Blue slipped by into the club, not getting too far away from the door so Jason could easily find her again. Ooh, but maybe she should get lost! She remembered the night Jason had hunted her, that had been so much fun! And it would be harder in here, with all the other scents wafting around, all the people and pheramones and raw sex going on. With a tiny smirk, she slipped her way through a group of people, looking back just a moment to see if Jason was inside yet before she headed over to the bar. Hopefully he could find her, if he didn't get distracted by the plethora of boobs on the sevral stages littered throughout the place. The women here were beautiful, and they were Jason's age, probably the kind if women that her puppy would actually sleep with. Not that Blue ever got jealous, but if she were jealous, she would have been right then.
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Jason pulled out his own ID, showing that he was happily 22 and paid the rather steep cover charge. His nose twitched, sensing the death that clung to the bouncer. Jason may not know how to recognize a vamp using his vampire senses, but his sensitive coyote nose recognized it easily enough. Giving a shrug, he passed the bills over. Vampires work too, right? So no real reason to think much of it.
Stepping inside, he glanced around for Blue. Not seeing her immediately, Jason started to work his way to the bar for a drink, keeping his nose working to find Blue, but allowing his eyes and libido to check out the women on stage. Oh yeah, coming out tonight was definitely a good idea. One woman slid down a pole, grinding her barely clad crotch against the metal to the beat of the music. Sexy.
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Seeing Jason appear in the crowd, Blue crossed her slender legs on the bar stool, sipping her fuzzy navel and watching him carefully. She wondered if he was even still looking for her, or if the hypnotic sway of hips and tits had stolen him over. She was sulky, her pout deep and defined. Even when Jason got to the bar, only ten feet away from where she was sitting, his eyes were glued to the girls on stage. Well, this was why she had brought him here, right? So he could have a good time. She didn't like being upstaged though. She wished that she could tear off her top and join the girls on stage, start kissing them and grinding against them, get everyone's attention. Get Jason's attention back. She had expected him to find her by now.
Sliding off her stool, she sauntered over to Jason, kneeling on the stool beside him so she could speak in his ear. "So... I did good, right?"
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Jason leaned against the bar, well aware that Blue's scent was nearby. But at the same time, he couldn't deny that his body was responding to the women on stage. It'd been awhile since he'd had a woman and those against the poles definitely smelled ready.
Turning to the bartender, he ordered a beer and caught wind of a particular redhead. Smiling, he glanced down at Blue. "You did very good." Feeling friendly, he even dropped a quick kiss on the top of her head. "Very good." A glance flicked back to the stage. A blonde was hanging upside down on the pole, held in place by locked ankles.
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Watching Jason watch the girls, his apparent interest was a lot deeper than Blue had realized. It must've been awhile since Jason had been in the naked company of a woman. Well, Blue had been naked around him before, but they'd never had sex. He had never wanted to. So she had assumed that meant he just didn't want to be with a woman. But apprently, he didn't want to be with her. These women seemed good enough.
"This is a feeding den," she said in a low voice, leaning over to talk in his ear and not be heard by everyone. "So if you wanna get one of the girls on the stage when her set is done and take her into the back room, you can have relations with her and feed on her and stuff." Shrugging, she plopped herself own on the stool, sipping her drink through the tiny straw stirrers.
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It wasn't that Jason didn't want Blue, he just didn't want a fuck buddy. From what he knew of the petite vamp, that was all she wanted. Jason had been thinking about what it would be like to slip his tongue under the thin material the women wore, but what Blue said snapped him out of it. "Wha-what?!" Turning both his attention and body to Blue, the shock was apparent on his face. "You brought me to a den? Why?" As promised, he wasn't complaining, but he never agreed not to question her decision. This was not at all what he expected.
And since he skipped dinner, it made more sense to him why he could nearly hear the pulses of the crowd.
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Sheesh, he was sure getting all up in arms about this. She didn't see why it was such a big deal. He was reluctant about dens, she knew, but it wasn't like a regular place. They didn't require or expect you to feed here, you just could. "I dunno," she shrugged, sipping her drink till it was all gone. "It's someplace new, and interesting, and it seemed like it would be fun. And it is fun, right?" He seemed to be having a really fun time up until now.
"That girl is really pretty, and she has dark hair. And you like girls with dark hair, don't you? That witch girl had dark hair, right? Or was she blonde...?"
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Jason was just confused. All he knew of dens were they were dark places filled with moans and open feeding. And you weren't always lucky to get out alive. "Yeah, it's fun." It didn't seem like this was the type of place where you were expected to feed, so maybe he could just think of it as a club and ignore his stomach. That could work.
"Astrid's blonde." He didn't really have a preference either way for looks, since he focused more on personality.
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"Well if it's fun, then why do you look so unhappy?" She knew he would like this place, and that he would have fun, and that he would've said no to her if she had told him ahead of time where they were going. He just needed to trust her more, that was the thing. She was a young girl, kind of, but she wasn't always stupid. Or maybe she was never stupid.
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Jason sighed, picking up his beer. He needed to take the evening out in the same spirit it was offered. "I was just surprised is all." Taking a long drink, he glanced around at the crowd. Now that he was paying attention, he could smell and point out the other vamps, even find the doors to back rooms where the feeding took place.
Smiling at Blue, he teased, "Besides, I'm here with the prettiest girl in the place. Why should I take one of them to the back?"
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The suprise was half the fun of life. Blue loved suprises, they were like presents, even the bad ones. Because in her life, she had received many bad presents like sweaters and socks that she had hated but they were presents just the same. The anticipation and the suspense and waiting to see the outcome, all very thrilling.
At his words, she grinned, pleased as punch. "I'd come in the back with you," she offered, swiveling her chair to him. "Keep an eye on you. They have bouncers but it's always better with a friend anyway. And I can give you a few tips on stuff and such. It could be fun!"
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Jason arched a brow, not expecting that. "Tips on what?" He hadn't often gone to feeding dens, mostly because he didn't trust himself, but also because he didn't like the idea of feeding off people. Not just the blood dolls. It seemed to him that no one except a vampire really understood just how much it sucked. He grimaced at the mental pun.
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Oh, that Puppy.... he was so funny! Blue laughed, lightly swatting at his arm. "Tips on feeding, dum dum! Where to put your hands, how to hold her, what to do so she orgasms while you drink from her... all kinds if things!" Hopping down to the floor, Blue threw her arms around him in a tight embrace. "It'll be soooo much fun!!" she cooed.
nobodystotem (9:31:23 PM): Jason frowned, slowly drinking his beer. "Um, I'm pretty sure I know how to get a woman off, and I don't need you around for that." Of course, drinking from her at the same time was something different. Then again, he didn't have to screw the doll just to feed, right? He sighed, running a hand through his hair. This was so damned complicated.
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"But it's different," Blue insisted, taking his beer from him because clearly it was distracting him from her brilliance and wisdom. She set it on the bar, but didn't release it. "It's a lot harder when she's thinking about her blood being sucked out, ya know? You have to make her comfortable, and then put your hand on her pulse.. the hot spot, you know?" Taking his hand, she seperated two fingers and pressed them against where her pulse was, about 45 years ago. "But you don't wanna make it look like you're just waiting for her to die, that's totally not sexy. So it's gotta be like a caress, see?" She cupped the rest of his hand around her neck, almost an embrace, as though he were about to kiss her. "And it's not easy being all thrusting into her with your manly bits when your mouth's gotta stay on her neck, so... well it's a lot more complicated than you think. And I can help. I wanna help!"
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Blue wanted to watch Jason get overly friendly with some random stranger? That just sounded weird to him. Not to mention, he didn't typically perform with an audience. He let her manipulate his hand, only listening with half an ear while the other part was admiring her smooth, cool skin. "Well, I can hear her pulse, is that the same thing?" Jason nearly slapped himself. He couldn't believe he was talking about this in a sane manner.
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Blue held strong to her theory that Jason wanted to do these kinds of things. How could he not? Despite how he had raised himself, there was a strong vampire half in there, a half that had to be curious about these things. He wanted to taste blood, wanted to feel someone else's life on his tongue.
"It's probably useful," she nodded, taking his hand away from her neck but keeping it in her hands. They were big hands, and she needed both to hold it. His beer was left unattended on the bar. "So if you let go of the hot spot, which most people do their first time, you could still hear her heartbeat. That's important. You don't want her to die."
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Killing someone. The thought sent a shiver down his spine, even though he knew he'd done it before. Jason just didn't remember it. Maybe trying something tonight wouldn't be a bad idea. He didn't have to fuck the doll, right? And Blue would be there to watch him, and stop him if needed. Just sitting at the bar, he could feel his coyote self back away and the other side, the one that he thought of as his dark side, come forward. "No. Don't want to kill her." His agreement was mumbled as he argued with himself.
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There was defintiely a reluctance in Jason, but also an interest sparked. He was curious, despite himself. Blue could smell it, and it pleased her. She moved herself between his knees, looking up at him with a happy, eager smile, both her hands still clutching one of his. "And you won't. I'll make sure of it." Maybe daddy had been right, there was some kind of benefit in having patience, being perserverant. Jason had taken awhile to even remotely warming up to the idea, but maybe tonight was the night. It was a shame that she couldn't have sex with him. It would be really sexy watching him feed on some girl.
Tugging him slightly, she nodded over her shoulder toward the girls on stage. "So... see anyone you like?" she asked coyly, voice deep and husky, coaxing him with bedroom eyes.
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Jason let Blue climb between his legs, still not sure if he wanted to even do anything that night. He wanted to think he was in control, that there was no question to what he wanted, but he knew that wasn't the truth. He couldn't honestly tell himself that he didn't want to taste someone. The thought sickened him and made his stomach turn at the same time that it set his blood swimming with excitement.
Looking out over the stage, he let his eyes wander over each one, checking the women out. Did he want any of them? There were a couple that made his pants tighten slightly, but he wasn't sure. "I dunno." The answer was a way to try to avoid what he wanted to happen.
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Jason was in control. Well, he was in that a part of him was trying to take control of his usual bland predictability. Blue wished he would let himself go, like he did as a coyote. He was beautiful in that form, self assured and confident, graceful. He could be as a vampire too, but he wouldn't let himself. He had the best of both worlds. Leaning onto his legs, her forearms running the length of his thighs and her boobs (modestly hidden) squished together, Blue watched him as he looked at the dancers, his face in complete conflict.
"That's okay!" she assured him gleefully. "I'll go pick someone for you. I'll make a good choice!" Giving his hand a reassuring squeeze, she released him, flouncing off to go get him a girl.
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Jason didn't want to release the control he had on himself. Every time he lost it something bad happened, and he wasn't too keen on the idea of waking up tomorrow morning in an alley covered in blood because he couldn't control his instincts. But that's why Blue was around.
At least, she was supposed to be. "Blue! Wait!" His calls were drowned out in the loud music as the redhead disappeared into the crowd. Sitting back and picking up his beer again, Jason hoped that Blue found the woman with six shades of gold in her hair. It fell in soft waves to her back and gave a man plenty to wrap his hands in.
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If he had thought that for a moment that Blue wasn't gonna run off and go find him a girl when he showed even the tiniest bit of interest, Jason didn't know his Bluebell very well. She was tiny, so it was easy for her to duck underneath peoples' arms, weave through the crowd, sneak up to girls and see if they were suitable. A few girls smelled like semen, one already had a bite mark and too much rouge, and one of them still had cocaine on her nose. Unacceptable for her puppy.
But then, she saw a very cute, very blonde girl sipping at her drink and looking around. She had just been on set, it was obvious because her tiny little skirt was draped over her arm from having to rush off the stage. "Hey!" Blue said brightly, tapping her arm. "I have a really cute boy who wants to go in the back. You wanna go?" She pointed out Jason, then started tugging the woman along, expecting that she would want to come because Jason was very sexy and therefore why wouldn't she wanna come?
Looking over at Jason, the girl smiled a little. "He's pretty cute. Okay." Leading the girl back to Jason, Blue grinned up at him, very pleased with herself. "Here!" she chirped. "I brought this for you!"
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Jason watched as Blue checked out various women, making no effort to hide her expressions when they proved unsuitable. And then she walked over to the same woman he'd been checking out across the room. "No, Blue don't..." But she did. She grabbed the woman's hand and all but dragged her across the floor. Not at all the way to make a first impression.
It was hard, but Jason managed to keep from slapping his face in embarrassment as Blondie stopped in front of him. Glancing down at Blue, Jason arched a brow. "I think she would prefer to be called by her name," he said, making a distinction between Blue's term and his for the woman. Turning his attention, he smiled and asked, "What is your name, by the way?" He hoped she wouldn't give her stage name.
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It was very cute, how Jason was. The girl seemed to appreciate his charm, though, the way he addressed her like she was a person and not like she was just a dancer, just a doll. Blue made a note that this was a positive reaction for a girl to have, and she would have to utilize this tactic in the future. In true, dark dens, dolls just went with what they were told, and a lot of them didn't like conversation. But this place was very bright, and happy, and the girls clearly expected a better way of life.
Smiling at Jason, the dancer tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. He was a sweet guy, probably wouldn't be impressed by the rough dominatrix act she sometimes used. "It's Jessica," she said, not her real name but then why would she give it? He was a stranger in a strip club den, after all. "You wanna come in the back with me, have some fun?" With a reassuring smile, she reached out and took his hand, her skin somewhat cool but soft.
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Jason nodded at the introduction. "I'm Jason." Jessica didn't sound like a stage name, but he'd bet money that it wasn't the name her mother gave her. That was fine. It wasn't like he needed to know anyways.
He was going alright until she mentioned going in back. If it was just for a lay, Jason wouldn't have too much of a problem with it. But this was obviously something more and when it came to responsible feeding, he was something of a virgin, as embarrassing as it was to admit. "Um....well," he hesitated, but his fingers still linked with hers. What was he supposed to do?
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Blue recognized this look. This was the look of a Puppy who wasn't sure of himself, who kind of wanted to go forward but didn't think he could. This was the kind of look he'd gotten the night Blue made him feed off that rabbit, before he'd shifted. She bit her lip, debating whether or not she should make him go through with this.
But of course she should! "I'm coming with him," she announced, taking Jason's other hand and leading the way. Jessica was used to this kind of thing, she'd taken couples before, so she just smiled at Jason warmly and followed Blue's lead. "It's gonna be fun!" Blue assured her Puppy, her blue eyes smiling. He looked nervous as hell, but she squeezed his hand, ducking beneath the velvety red cutain that seperated the strip club from the dark, seductive back room.
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Considering he had each hand held by a woman who was leading him to the back, Jason wasn't exactly in the best position to say no. So he bit his tongue, still nervous and stepped through the red curtain behind a bouncy redhead and a sultry blonde. Well, at least it was looking to be a good night.
He knew instinctively that he could take charge of this situation, lead the two down the hall, pleasure the human and feed until they were both satisfied. But Jason still wasn't sure he wanted to do that. So he waited for now, letting himself be directed.
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In the back now, Jessica took charge. This was her turf, and she needed to make her customers feel comfortable. Leading the two of them to a curtained off room with a dirty, well worn sofa and a few large pillows on the floor. Blue plopped down on one, letting Jessica take Jason onto the sofa. "Be easy on him," she instructed the blood doll. "It's his first time in a place like this. He's a virgin."
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At Blue's comment, his face flushed bright red, which would have looked odd on any normal vampire. Jason wondered idly if Jessica had noticed the tanned skin and healthy coloring that vampire usually didn't have without aid. Probably not. After all, it wasn't like she really checked people out, right?
Sitting next to her on the sofa, he felt a bit awkward. If this were a normal seduction, he'd pull her into his arms and start making out. But this wasn't a normal seduction, was it? Jason stifled a sigh, realizing he was thinking too much about this and yet unable to stop himself.
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Oh, Puppy! He was blushing just like a real virgin! Blue giggled a little, her chin resting on the couch next to his knee. She hoped that her presence was reassuring to him, and not imtimidating. She wanted to help. He wasn't comfortable, and she knew it, but he needed to learn somehow. And if he wasn't going to feed on her, which she felt would be the better option, then she would be here to make sure it went smoothly anyway.
"She's pretty," she said softly, rubbing Jason's leg while Jessica stradled his lap. "And she smells like pretty lilacs, and most hookers smell like vanilla so you know she's very special. Just like you!"
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Jason's blush deepened, but he managed to look at Blue, muttering a heartfelt "Shut up." He knew she was trying to help, but he was only feeling more embarrassed. Not to mention, he wasn't sure he wanted to go through with it as it was. Then there was the part of him never having had an audience before. Jason wasn't a pride when it came to sex, but he wasn't one to put it on display either.
Taking a breath, he looked at Jessica. She really was cute, gorgeous even. Reaching up, he cupped her cheek, pulling her mouth closer to his. It wouldn't hurt to just kiss her. He could decide in a minute what he wanted to do about this situation. For now, she was here and was willing. He could possibly, maybe, sorta try.
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Blue's mouth dropped open just a little, but soon she giggled and grinned. No way would she shut up! She was doing what was best for Jason, even though he was totally resistant most of the time. But Pookie had started off somewhat resistant too, but now he was just willing to go along with the flow. Eventually Jason would come around too.
"Kiss her already!" she said impatiently, smacking him on the knee (which was right below Jessica's butt). Jessica giggled, leaning in to plant a deep kiss on Jason's mouth, humming a little. "She's funny," the doll murmured between kisses, her slender fingers slipping up beneath Jason's shirt to scratch over his chest. "Is she your girlfriend? Gonna get jealous in a little while?"
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Jason rolled his eyes at Blue's comment, but forgot about it the moment he started kissing Jessica. The hand cupping her cheek slid back to her hair, holding her mouth close to his own. Her hair felt just as silky as it looked; he liked it.
"Not my girlfriend. Just a friend. Ignore her." He nipped her lip, sliding his tongue over the soft skin before deepening the kiss. The easiest way to shut a person up, he'd found, was to kiss them and Jessica appeared to be no exception. Her hands stayed busy under his shirt, nails scratching down the skin and sending delicious shivers down his spine. He growled low in his throat, but it wasn't coyote. It was something different.
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Ignore her??? Even in intimate, private moments, Blue did not appreciate being ignored. Sitting back on her pillow, she pouted hardcore, crossing her arms over her chest. She might have walked out then, but she had promised she'd be here for him and she wanted to live up to that promise. Going it alone your first time was never any fun.
"You should rub his neck," she mumbled moodily. "He likes that." Despite her annoyance, she wanted to help. And Jessica might have been a professional, but she didn't know Jason, and Blue did.
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What else was Jason supposed to say? He certainly wasn't an exhibitionist, and not having a sire in the traditional sense, he didn't feel the need to have someone watch over him as strongly. He knew he needed it though. Jessica was sweet, and though his stomach turned, he was sure she'd taste just as sweet. It'd be a shame for him to drain her. He didn't like making Blue upset, but he'd try to make it up to her later. Right now, he wanted to focus.
And, of course, the hand Jessica brought up to stroke his neck, scratching lightly was very distracting. Since all's fair, Jason put his own hands into play. One came up to cover her breast through the thin sparkly top, squeezing a moan from her. Jessica shifted her head, changing the angle of the kiss, pressing into Jason. This was more consideration than she normally got from people. Props to the blood virgin.
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Pulling her knees up to her chest, Blue rested her chin on top of them, watching the two people on the couch above her. This girl was pretty good, she was moaning and making noises like she was really into this. Of course, Jason was probably giving her more consideration than most people did, so maybe she really was enjoying it. Pursing her lips, she looked out beneath the curtain to see a few pairs of feet walk by, one of them in a nice pair of dress shoes and the other a strappy pair of heels. Probably the pretty girl with dyed red hair, she had shoes like that.
Turning her attention back to Jason and Jessica, she caught them just in time to see the blood doll reach behind herself and untie her top, letting it fall and her tits come popping out. Nice, not even fakes, but still very perky. It made Blue a little jealous because she couldn't be like that with anyone anymore. "You should take your shirt off, Puppy, so you don't get blood on it." A little helpful bit of advice. Nothing ruined a good night like realizing you looked like a serial killer.
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Jason was getting into this. He'd nearly forgotten Blue was in the room she was being so quiet, and his pants were getting mighty uncomfortable. At the mention of his shirt, he pulled away, hands coming up to deal with the buttons. Jessica's own hands came up to push his aside, dealing with the buttons herself and sliding the shirt off his shoulders, tossing it towards Blue. "You hang onto that for him," she smiled with a wink.
Jason took the opportunity free hands provided him to settle them over Jessica's exposed chest. She was full, nipples hard against his palms and her heart beat strongly. Leaning foward, he kissed her cheek and down her jaw, fingers tweaking a nipple. This wasn't so bad really. Just typical making out.
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Hold onto it, hell! Blue slipped it on, breathing in the scent on his collar before she fastened a few buttons. It was far too big for her, but she really loved this shirt. It was comfortable and it smelled like him and it was the same shirt from the night she took him mud wrestling. It made him look pretty, and it made her look pretty too.
Getting up to her feet, she pushed the sleeves up a little and moved behind the blood doll, trying not to interrupt what she and Jason were doing. It was kinda hard though, since Jessica was arching her back into Jason's mouth, her hands grabbing his hair and tugging on it. After a moment, when Jessica leaned forward to tug Jason's head up so she could kiss him. Grabbing the hairtie from her wrist, Blue gathered Jessica's hair back into a loose ponytail and tied it up. She was trying to remember everything that her daddy had done for her when she had first fed on a blood doll. Getting hair out of the way was a good start, and removing clothing you didn't want ruined, and making sure you kept your hand on the pulse...
Oh! The hot spot! Hopping onto the couch beside Jason, Blue took one of his hands off Jessica's tits and placed it against Jessica's neck. "Don't forget about this," she reminded him gently. "Very important."
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Mentally, Jason wasn't sure he was ready for this. Actually feeding from a breathing person instead of either roadkill or a steak? It was going to be different and part of him whimpered, not wanting to keep going. But that part was buried pretty deep, having lost to the vampire nature that was his second half.
Shifting his hand slightly, he moved so his thumb was pressing lightly against Jessica's pulse. He could smell it, hear it so he didn't need to press too firmly. And he liked the way his hand cupped around her throat more.
Still, he wasn't quite ready to bite, so he pulled Jessica closer, deeping the kiss and crushing her breasts against his chest. Damn, it'd been too long since he'd had a woman. He was aching behind his pants. Jessica's hand trailed down over him and he hissed, rocking up against her touch.
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Settling herself on the far end of the couch, Blue decided that she could be a pretty good sire. Jason was doing just fine right now, not too eager, and he didn't look uncomfortable anymore. She felt proud of herself for a job going smoothly. Granted, he was only half a vampire and therefore his bloodlust wasn't so severe, but it was still something that he could easily love control. Cocking her head slightly, she watched the pair writhe together, as Jessica's hips ground against Jason's obvious erection. Good thing he was finally getting some action, he was probably ready to explode. She wondered if he would actually have sex with Jessica tonight. He'd seemed reluctant, but right now his body was eager and ready to go.
And Jessica, it seemed, had similar plans in mind. Her hand slipped between them, massaging his erection before she started working on the button on his jeans, kissing him deeply.
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Jason had a sexy woman under his hands, moaning and writhing. Why wouldn't he be a little less uncomfortable? Instincts were starting to take over and he was just going with the flow. Normally, he wasn't the type of person to sleep with a random woman, but when Jessica's hand slipped inside his pants, rational thought went out the window. What man would argue?
Jason's fangs, which normally looked like slightly longer canines, felt incredibly sharp suddenly. He'd never noticed until Jessica pressed her tongue against one, letting the blood fall into his mouth. The taste shocked him. Not because he didn't like it, but because he wanted more. Sliding his hands beneath her skirt, Jason squeezed her ass just like she squeezed his thick cock while he sucked on her tongue.
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The moment that Jason tasted the blood, the very second that the taste hit his tongue, Blue could tell. She smiled a little as he suddenly be became more aggressive, groping at Jessica. Blue actually giggled. It was really cute how virginal he was, acting like this was all new and exciting. Granted, this was his first time, but still! It was really adorable. Moving up onto her knees, Blue tucked her arm beneath her head as she leaned against the back of the couch, just observing the sweating, panting, groping pair before her. Jessica seemed to be getting pretty eager, or was acting it really well, as she released Jason from the confines of his jeans and stroked him, her hands rough but he didn't seem to mind. In fact he was arching into it, hands roaming over her body, trying to free her from her "restrictive" clothing. Maybe he would totally lose control, and go all psycho crazy with lust. Kind of a fun idea, and Blue knew she could get him off Jessica before he killed the girl. Was it wrong to hope for Jason to go nuts? Maybe, but... well it wasn't like Blue was doing much right now anyway.
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Jason would not have liked knowing that Blue thought him adorable at the moment. What man with his pants undone did? Still, he wasn't paying much attention to the vampire in the corner. His senses were overflowing with the woman in his lap. Breaking off the kiss, Jason's mouth moved to hover over her neck, tongue flicking out to taste the skin and there he hesitated, a piece of sanity returning. Was this something he really wanted to do? Feed from a human?
Heedless of his pause, Jessica arched her neck to the side, pressing it up against his mouth. "Do it," she groaned. Jason panted against her throat, still unsure. Between their bodies, the blonde flicked her finger over the tip of Jason's cock, making him gasp. In reflex, his mouth clamped down on her neck, fangs piercing the skin. The rich, sweet copper taste flooded his mouth and Jason moaned, relishing the flavor.
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She didn't want to sound like a drill seargent, but Blue had just about been ready to bark out orders when Jessica beat her to the punch. She waited on metaphorical bated breath to see if Jason would actually do it... And then he did. A small, pleased grin spread over Blue's mouth as she saw the redness flow over his lips. He would be messy, of course, because first times were always messy. Hell, even Blue had a hard time not being messy, and she had been doing it for three decades.
After the initial moment of pride ebbed, Blue set to work on focusing. This was about learning after all, at least for her. Daddy wouldn't like her thinking about this in a sexual way, despite how pretty the ruby liquid looked on Jessica's skin, or how handsome Jason was, his erection exposed and his mouth drinking in the human's blood. Letting herself peek for just a second, Blue shook herself from her reverie and checked Jason's hand positions. Bad boy had lost the hot spot already. Scooting over, she took one of his hands by the wrist and cupped it around Jessica's neck, pressing his middle finger tip to her pulse. She was watching Jessica carefully, just in case, but it would be better for Jason to learn himself.
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In some part of his mind, Jason registered his hand being shifted to cup the throat, feeling the pulse blast against his fingertips, just like he could hear it pound in his sensitive ears. He also wondered if he'd hurt Jessica. Jason knew he'd bit harder than he probably should have, but right then, he couldn't really bring himself to care. A soft hand was gripping him, sliding up and down his length and her rich blood was sliding down his throat, making him groan and tug her closer. He might just hate himself when he realized what he was doing but, at the moment, Jason couldn't bring himself to care. Her pulse beat strongly and blood flowed freely while he drank from her.
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Jessica was a veteran to this kind of thing. Now they were getting down to business, and it was nice to have someone there who seemed to know what they were doing. Virgins weren't her specialty, that was Claudia's thing, because Claudia was a weretiger and could shove a vamp off if they got too greedy. But having the little girl there, as weird as it kind of was, made it easier to focus on the fun aspects and not the 'Am I gonna die today?' part.
Pushing her glittery panties aside, the dancer/blood doll lifted herself up just enough to slide the tip of Jason's cock inside her, inching her way down the shaft, moving her body in waves like a snake to press against him as he fed on her. His teeth had hurt, but not as much as most vamps. His seemed to be shorter or something, and strangely not having them dig in so far made them less painful. "Mm, yes," she panted, one hand gripping his hair as he drank from her. Part safety precaution, part heat of the moment. "You feel incredible... don't stop..."
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It was a good thing Claudia wasn't in Jason's lap. Cats and dogs generally do not get along and if he had to work on tamping down wanting to growl at someone he wouldn't be able to focus as well. Or let go of his control, as the case may be.
Feeling Jessica slide down on him made Jason gasp, inhaling some of the blood he'd been drinking. Pulling back, he coughed, trying to catch his breath. After a moment, the coughing turned into a groan, both from the feel of her wrapped around him, and seeing the thin line of blood trail over her shoulder and down her chest. Leaning forward, he flicked out his red-stained tongue, lapping at the trail and following it back to the source, licking at the marks on her neck. Since feeding wasn't necessary for Jason, her blood tasted more like a rich dessert than a hearty meal to him. Too much and it'd make a person sick. Still, she was writhing and grinding on his lap, and her throat was so tempting. Growling low, he sucked lightly on her neck, wanting, needing her to move faster.
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This was a little unfair, just a little. Blue wanted to be a part of what they were doing, part of the writhing and grinding and licking. Pouting just a little, Blue sat back against the couch, looking up at the ceiling to try and not notice all the really sexy things going on in front of her. Daddy would not approve. Definitely not.
When Jason sucked lightly on Jessica's neck, the doll gasping slightly, which made Blue gasp slightly. Her blue eyes kept peeking at what was going on, as Jessica arched her back, leaning into Jason's mouth and tilting her head back, hips grinding faster against him, breasts bouncing freely with each movement. "Hm," Blue whimpered quietly, drawing her knees to her chest, hugging them tightly. This wasn't fair.
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Jason had nearly forgotten Blue was over in the corner, watching and waiting. The whimper echoed in his ears, making them twitch. Sanity returning, he pulled his mouth away from Jessica's throat, watching the blood trail down. He didn't know how to stop it. Supposedly vampires could close wounds, but he didn't know how. Even while Jessica was bouncing in his lap, causing him to hiss and groan, Jason was looking over to Blue for help.
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Too busy pouting a little, it took Blue a minute to realize that Jason didn't look like he was having a great time anymore. He looked... panicked. Like he didn't know what to do. Instinct seemed to have gone away, and his usual, rational self was taking over. Blue crawled over to him on her knees, his shirt too big and hanging on her, her bright blue eyes reassuring and calm. She knew what to do.
Resting a hand on his shoulder, she leaned forward and licked up the small pool of blood nestled in Jessica's collarbone. It was pretty tasty, no wonder Jason had lost his mind for a moment. "Mmm," she purred, peering over at Jason. "It's okay, Puppy. She's okay still." Jessica nodded, her eyes still closed, since Jason was still inside her and she was still bounding on top of his cock, the head brushing all the right spots within her.
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Jason wasn't overly concerned he'd hurt her. He could still hear her pulse, though not quite as strongly as before, it wasn't weak or gone. The enthusiastic rocking in his lap, not to mention the moans and the way she clenched let him know she was perfectly happy where she was. Directing his attention, or most of it, to Blue, he asked, "How do I make it stop?" He hoped it was obvious what he meant without having to say it.
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The question confused Blue, and she cocked her head slightly, eyes narrowed. How did he make it stop? Make what stop, the sex? Surely he'd know how to do that. But then she looked at Jessica, and it became clear. Oh! The bleeding! "You don't," she whispered, kissing his cheek. "It'll clot on its own. But put your hand on it, pressure helps." Despite what that silly but sexy show True Blood said, vampire blood didn't do much in the ways of immediate healing. And even if it did, Jason's blood wouldn't do it.
Taking his hand, she placed it on Jessica's neck, cupping it over the bleeding. "Just hold it," she assured him.
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So, the basic human method was what they used? Somehow, that seemed anti-climatic. Pressing the one hand firmly over the bite, Jason slid his other between their laps, pressing his thumb to Jessica's clit. She seemed to be enjoying him, but Jason was done. Sex wasn't part of what he wanted. Hell, the feeding wasn't, but now that was done and he had a moaning woman close to release in his lap. Never one to leave a woman unsatisfied, he flicked her clit, helping to push her over the edge.
She clenched and shuddered around him and Jason had to grit his teeth to keep his control. Still, when she stopped moaning, Jason gently lifted her off, letting her rest on the sofa beside him as he carefully, and somewhat painfully, stuffed himself back into his pants. Leaning over, he kissed Jessica lightly. "Thanks for letting me learn."
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Still riding off her orgasm, Jessica was still a little fuzzy as she was placed on the couch beside Jason and his friend. Panting, she stared at him, confused. He was done? But he hadn't finished yet. It didn't make sense. Still... apparently the point was for him to learn feeding, not sex. "Sure," she smiled, grabbing her top and tying it around her neck. "That's $150."
"Mmkay," Blue said easily, fishing into her jeans pocket and grabbing a few hundreds. "Keep them both, you were super. And your hair is so shiny!"
"Tresseme," Jessica smiled, tugging the elastic from her ponytail and handing it back to Blue. "See you later, Jason," she winked, then flounced out of the room.
"She was nice," Blue said, putting her money back in her hip pocket. "How do you feel?"
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Jason watched, somewhat confused at the exchange between the two women. He'd been led to believe that blood dolls were there for the thrill. Not because they were paid. Money changing hands was new information to him. While on the one hand, it made it slightly better to know that she wasn't new to it, it also made his newly full stomach churn. How many other men had he shared her with?
Frowning slightly at Blue's question, it took Jason a few moments to answer. He licked his lips, still tasting blood and brought a hand up to wipe his mouth and face. He wasn't sure how to answer. Part of him felt wholly alive, desperate for more. The other part wanted to run to the bathroom and be sick. How was he supposed to answer that question?
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Blue sat and waited for a moment to see if Jason would answer, but he didn't. But that was okay. She knew how he felt, overwhelmed and impressed and maybe a little scared. It was a lot to take in. This was his first time feeding on someone, he was bound to be a little shaken.
"It's okay. Don't worry about it. You wanna go home?" She was asking, but it wasn't really a question. She figured he did want to go, although his erection was pretty prevelant. "Unless... you wanna take care of that?"
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Jason felt all of those and more. Still, he set it aside to analyze later. He had to drive home and it wasn't going to be good if the driver had the shakes. Standing, he held out his hand for his shirt. "Yeah, I want to go home." Jason hoped he was cleaned up enough to head into public without too many questions. As it was, he deliberately ignored Blue's question, even though his jeans had a firm tent.
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A little reluctantly, Blue slipped out of Jason's shirt. He looked bloody still, though he probably didn't realize it. "Here," she said softly, handing him his shirt. She watched as he slipped it on, covering the stained skin on his chest with the pretty blue fabric. It was a contradiction, covering something pretty with something else pretty.
Moving forward, Blue grabbed Jason and tugged him into a tight hug, resting her head against his chest. "You did great," she assured him, her arms tightly around his waist and refusing to let go. He needed a hug, and he was getting one, damnit. Even though his boner was poking her in the tummy.
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Jason let his mind shut off as he buttoned his shirt, not needing to pay attention to the menial chore. He was a little surprised at the hug, though it wasn't unwelcome. He returned it, feeling a little awkward being praised for turning semi-cannibal. Closing his eyes, Jason kept his breathing steady, pushing the thought to the back of his mind. He'd worry about it when he got back to the dorms. Rubbing Blue's back briskly, he pulled back. "Let's go."
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He was shutting down. Blue could tell it was happening, and she wanted to stop it but what could she do? She wasn't a psychologist or anything, she didn't know how to deal with more complex problems. "Okay," she nodded, letting Jason pull away from her. Leading him back to the floor, she took hold of his wrist and wove through the crowd, pushing past girls who tried to talk to them.
Out in the cool night air, she let go of his wrist, following him to his truck, let him open her door for her, and climbed inside, staying quiet. She waited for him to climb in beside her, shut his door...
...and then she burst into tears.
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Jason followed Blue to the truck, running on auto-pilot. So much happened to him in that back room, in the thirty minutes, hour, he'd been there. It was too much to process and something he was going to have to do on his own, one thing at a time. Following her out to the truck, he helped her into the cab, pulled out his keys and rounded the front to his door. He managed to shut the door and turn on the engine before the tears fully registered.
Turning in shock, he looked at Blue. What the hell? What happened? What did he do? They were all questions he wanted to answer, but his mouth wouldn't work. Reaching out to her, he wrapped an arm around her shoulder, tugging her to his side.
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Face in her hands, Blue sobbed heavily, leaning against Jason as he pulled her close. "I'm s-s-sorry!" she wailed, gripping his shirt and curling up into him. "I'm a terrible sire!" Her tears were soaking his shirt, leaving little dime sized circles. "You hated it, and I just wanted you to have a good time, and I thought you might like it b-but..." She wailed loudly, shoulders shaking. "I failed!! You HATE me, you h-had a miserable time, and now you're never g-g-gonna wanna d-do it a geh-he-heeeennnnn!!!!!!"
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Jason was stunned at her reaction. He wanted to reassure her that since she wasn't his sire, she hadn't failed at anything. She was a friend helping another friend who wasn't comfortable with what he was. It would take him time to come to grips with it. As it was, he still didn't know how he felt and he wouldn't be able to figure it out so long as she was wailing.
"Shh, Blue, it's ok." He rubbed her arm and back, trying to console her. "You're not a failure. If I choose not to do it again, that's not on you, Bluebell."
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With one last, deep, shuddering sob, Blue nestled her head against Jason's chest, sniffling and rubbing at her eyes. "M'sorry, Puppy," she mumbled, sighing. "I wanted you to see that it's not bad, but you think it is bad, you think that v-vampires are gross and freaky and horrible. I saw that l-look on your face, and right now... you're unhappy. I didn't want you to be unhappy. I just wanted to help." She sniffled again, nuzzling against his shirt, which smelled lovely. "You hate being a vampire. I made it worse."
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Jason dropped his head to let it rest against her own, sighing. "You didn't do anything. I'm not even sure how I feel about it right now, so don't think anything bad until I figure it out. You've nothing to be sorry for, alright?" How the hell did he get himself into situations like this?
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"I can tell how you feel." It was pretty obvious that he was simultaneously disgusted with himself and intrigued by the idea of feeding. He'd loved it while he was happening, but now he was kind of horrified. Blue understood too. She had felt kind of like that her first time. "You didn't like it. You won't like it later, either. Because you don't like how it makes you feel right now. Because it feels too good and you think it's sick."
Crossing her arms, she scooted over to her seat, pulling on her seatbelt then resuming her pouty pose. "It's okay," she whispered. "I understand."
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Jason let Blue go as she pulled away, resting his forehead against the steering wheel. He really wanted to bash his head against it right now, but thought that would be rather juvenile. "Blue, let's just get home and let me think about it? You can't know how I feel until I do and I'm still figuring it out, okay?" She was starting to stress him out. Blue was a friend and upset, but Jason couldn't adequately help her when he was so confused himself.
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"Yeah. Let's go home." The drive would be good for thinking, and he wanted to think. And he should think. Of course, Blue had a feeling that she knew what he would think about. He'd go over and over about how horrible it was that he liked it, about how it was wrong for him to feel so good about something so disgusting.
Looking out the window, Blue watched the trees and such go by, sitting in quiet to let Jason think.
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Jason wasn't so sure that he'd be thinking how much he hated it. He couldn't deny his reactions, the way the thrilled to feeling her pulse under his fingers, the way her blood rushed over his tongue and how sexy the crimson lines looked on her skin. It was completely opposite of what he'd though of himself for two decades. It took some adjusting.
Pulling out of the parking lot, he navigated the streets in silence, not really thinking too hard about what happened, just sorting through his thoughts.