The Client List: An Erotic Vampire Story by Alice J. Woods

 
    Roxanne sat at the end of bar at the Plaza, a seedy bar in a crappy section of town, bored and restless at the same time, idly stirring her drink with the little play sword that once impaled a cherry. The cherry was long gone, the drink now tepid and watery. But she was too cheap—too broke actually—to order another. She’d have to wait for her next client and then wait for the credits from the service to show up in her account before she could order another drink, and maybe a sandwich. Maybe her next client would buy her something; some of them were at least courteous enough to get her an orange juice or water. Most were just hit and run clients though: wham, fang, thank you ma’am.
    Roxanne sighed; it was a slow night. It had been a slow week. The moon phase was somewhere past full and not yet to the new moon. Maybe that had something to do with it. She didn’t really believe vampire feeding schedules were influenced by the moon, she kind of thought that was just myth and rumor, or applied only to werewolves. And those were definitely not on her client list.
    She checked her device again; still no client orders. Maybe there was a problem with the cloud or something.
    “Hey, Joe. Is there a problem getting service here?” The bartender looked at her, a bemused look on his face.
    “Roxie, you’ve asked me that six times in the last hour. You know the cloud never goes down anymore. Just face it; it’s a slow night for your kind of client.” Roxanne sighed again, watching the sword making slow circles in her drink. Her stomach growled and she shifted on the barstool.
    Her device suddenly chirped to life, startling her. She fumbled at the display, swiping the face, looking for the details. Oh, this was good. The app showed it was a single male, looking for a special package, details not specified, but including a feeding and sex. Roxanne felt her heart skip a beat.
    The app the vamps had preselected packages for them to choose: F was just a feeding. Those usually lasted less than 10 minutes and even though she could get a fair amount of credits from those, they were supposed to limit them to just four a night. They were required by the service to have a blood draw once a week to check for anemia and if they tested low, they’d be taken out of service until the level came back to normal. She’d managed to sneak in six one night, but it had left her drained and exhausted and she’d barely passed her weekly check.
    A code of F/S was a feeding along with sex. The sex was always for the vamps’ pleasure and not hers, but the credits for that were four times those of just a feeding. Since almost all vampires, male or female, were so very erotic and sensual, Roxanne usually managed to get off with them anyway. There was just something about getting fucked while being bitten that sent her over the edge every time. But some of those were fast, nasty fucks, standing in an alley with her back against a rough wall, her body nothing more than a plaything for the vamp as he—or she—took their pleasure, pounding into her body with cock or tongue or fingers, fucking her hard and fast, biting and sucking her flesh, leaving her in a heap on the dirty sidewalk. Just like some of her human johns had treated her, including the biting.
    Anything marked special was the jackpot because they had to pay credits by the hour, along with the fee for the individual services, and those credits could really add up, if she could play out the time. It could mean a vamp with a fetish, such as biting toes or nipples or earlobes, which could be a bit more painful, but just as erotic as a neck bite. It took much longer to suck a feeding from a toe bite than it did from a neck vein.
    For some reason, female vampires seemed to like to bite and nibble on sex parts, both male and female, taking their feedings from guys by basically giving them an endless blow job. She’d talked once to Dane, a male escort, who said he’d gladly take a female vamp